For as long as I could remember, my parents had been sending me away every year to a summer camp in the mountains. My friends call me James, although I was given the horrible name Jameson, probably after some alcohol that my real dad thought was so amazing, only I grew to find it kind of trashy. But hey, they were young. When my mom remarried my stepdad Craig, he and I would butt heads all the time and didn't get along. I hated Craig. Of course it was just my luck that since he had a lot of money, they started sending me off to this stupid camp. Every year they would drive me out in his white BMW convertible, and Craig would peel out of the dirt parking lot creating a big dust cloud before speeding off. The other campers thought it was awesome and would tell me I was so lucky to have such cool parents, but sometimes it didn't feel that way.
Let me be real for a moment and say that the Camp was not really called "Cummawanna," but it might as well have been. It was just something that the guys would call it as a joke because it sounded similar to the Indian name. The camp supervisor Brad hated it, as he would so often tell us in his PC lecturing way that it denigrated not only the "First Peoples," but the female counselors and the girls on the other side of the camp. The girls were ok, and from the ones I would talk to, they also thought it was kind of funny but seemed kind of naïve to what it really meant. I guess we all were really naïve in a sexual sense, although for some reason I felt slightly more mature than everyone else. I also felt like I had a pretty decent sized cock.
The only good thing about coming (no pun intended) to Camp Cummawanna each year was a really beautiful blonde counselor named Julie, whom from my first encounters with her, I found infatuating. In fact, I was madly in love with her. The trouble was, Julie was a few years older than me and it seemed like she didn't know I even existed. Besides being with the girl's side of the camp, she supposedly had a long distance Italian boyfriend and every now and again, a rumor went around that she was actually a lesbian. Although we crossed paths on a number of occasions, I was always socially awkward.
As the years went on, I had discovered my stepdad Craig's stash of porno mags, and growing more confident, I started sneaking a few to camp each summer for the cabin "library." My sexual curiosity and infatuation with Julie only grew, and my confidence really started picking up the prior Thanksgiving when I finally met my older girl cousin Leah for the very first time. Leah lived on the other side of the country somewhere in Northern Cali, and though I had seen a picture of her in the family album, the older, college sophomore version was nothing like I had expected. She was a college soccer player and kind of a preppy brunette, but hippie with a dark complexion and a tight body, in the Keira Knightley sort of sense. The first night that she arrived at our house, I masturbated my throbbing member to a pic of a sorority girl in a porn mag that looked just like her... night two and Black Friday would turn out to be something else totally unexpected.
"It's SO boring around here," Leah said, rolling her eyes, sighing. "How can you stand it? Don't you have any alcohol or a fake ID?"
We were playing video games in the basement while all the parents were at some local bar for an informal reunion of people they had grown up with. I was nervous being left alone with such a hot, older girl. Although she was my cousin, I honestly didn't know her.
"No, but my stepdad Craig has a liquor cabinet somewhere in his office," I told her, trying to seem cool.
"Well let's find it!" she squealed giddily, pausing the video game and grabbing my hand.
"We... really shouldn't," I backtracked, feeling guilty already. "I was... actually... " I trailed off, knowing Craig had a temper and was OCD about his stuff.
"You're such a pussy!" she said. "But you probably don't even know what that is."
"Fine, whatever," I shot back.
After wandering around through the dimly lit empty house and finding the key to Craig's office, we finally found the booze stash, and a little clay pipe.
"What's this?" I asked innocently, picking it up.
"Uh, marijuanaaaaaa, DUH," Leah laughed.
After making our way back to the basement, I drank my first ever drinks with her, mixing some Bacardi with Cokes that were in a mini fridge next to the TV. She put the clay pipe in my mouth, and wanted to light it for me.
"Just suck... slowly... then exhale," she instructed. "You'll be fine."
I started coughing like crazy as she was giggling, and I soon experienced being stoned for the first time as well. I'm not going to lie, it felt pretty amazing. We laughed and drank and smoked more, sitting closer to each other and playing more video games before switching over to the TV.
"OMG, you guys still have Showtime?" she laughed. "Do you like PORN-O, James?" she prodded with sarcastic enthusiasm.
"Um, I-I-I guess so..." I said nervously. "I'm not... really... sure?"
"So you jack off all the time then?" she joked.
We laughed some more as she put on some sort of softcore flick that took place on a ranch, as she asked me questions about whether I thought the actresses' boobs were real or fake.
"Give me a massage," Leah suddenly demanded, sliding down onto the floor. "College is like, SO hard."
"I d-d-don't know if that's a great idea," I said. "I mean, we're like... technically cousins, right?"
"Technically, who cares? It's nothing James," she said. "It's just a little shoulder rub you perv. It's not like you're going to fuck me or anything."
By this point, Leah, the drinks, and the Showtime flick had really got my brain into a scramble, and I obliged by starting to rub her as we watched a woman with huge boobs riding a muscular guy in cowgirl position. After a few minutes and some awkward playfulness, I started to smell an unfamiliar aroma in the air. Little did I know that it was Leah's pussy getting hot. My cock began pressing and whimpering inside of my pants, and I tried shifting so that she wouldn't notice.
"Ooh, hey watch that thing, STUD," Leah joked as my pants bulge bumped the back of her head. "So... like... hey James... do... you want to... massage my chest too?"
"R-r-r-really?" I replied dumbly.
She responded by just grabbing my hands and sliding them down her front as I began squeezing my cousin's tits under a tight, lavender velvet tanktop that she was wearing. From what I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples began beaming through the fabric as she leaned back into me, breathing now with a warbling exhale.
"These are real," she said. "Can you tell?"
"Uh yeah, of course," I gulped, trying to play it cool.
I began tweaking and playing more with her rock hard nipples as her chest began rising and falling with deeper breaths.
"Hey James," she whispered, looking up directly into my eyes and tousling my hair. "I'm not wearing any underwear."
Precum was now seeping through my pants as things took a new turn. Sitting with her legs bent and open, Leah slowly unbuttoned and unzipped the front of her jeans as the malaise of her wet cunt aroma became even stronger.
