Cousin Gina and I had always been close-knit growing up. As an only child, I would often spend the summers of my youth at Gina's house down in the Atlanta suburbs, along with her three brothers. The four of us would roam the neighborhood, getting into the typical playful shenanigans kids get into. While I was close to my three boy cousins, our relationships were the typical "bro"-style ones; talking about cars, sexy women, sports, you get the idea.
Things were different with Gina, however. Being the closest thing I had to a sister, our conversations went a bit deeper than with the boys. We would have hours-long conversations about our dating lives, plans for the future, and just the struggles of growing up in general. I'll admit, I was never physically attracted to Gina in our early years. After all, she was my cousin, and I had a couple girlfriends to satiate my horny teenage desires. But emotionally, I felt something inside. Being my only true female confidant, it was hard not to.
Things changed when I attended her high school graduation. I saw Gina proudly walk up on the stage and grab her diploma from the principal, adorned in her cap and gown. I really felt proud for her, officially starting the next stage of her life. After we got back to her house for the after party, she removed her gown, revealing a tight dress that left nothing to the imagination. The jet-black cloth showcased her busty 18-year-old silhouette, comprised of a rotund set of double DDs and a protruding bubble-butt you could bounce a quarter off of. I never realized it before, but my cousin was absolutely stacked.
I watched her roam around the party like a goddess, chatting it up with various members of our family. I overheard my uncle slyly ask her to do a 360-degree spin, jokingly saying something about how "she was all grown up now". My cousin giggled giddily as she spun around. I got up from the couch where I was sitting and walked over to Gina.
"Congrats cuz!", I said as I gave her a playful punch to the stomach. My fist was met with a tight set of abs, formed over years of playing soccer.
"Look who finally decided to come and talk to me! I thought you were going sit on that couch all day!", Gina said playfully.
"I saw you putting on that little show and didn't want to interrupt", I replied. "
Shut up, Kyle! You know Uncle Tom can be just a tad bit perverted sometimes."
"You shouldn't tease old man Tom like that, he might die of a heart attack!"
Gina kicked my shoe, calling me an asshole.
"You're still ugly cuz, don't forget that", I joked while trying my hardest to not look at the flawless cleavage just below my line of sight.
"Fuck you Kyle", she retorted, showing off her dazzling white smile.
Later that night, all of the cousins were out in the backyard having a few drinks. We made a toast to Gina, and she gave a short speech. "Thanks for celebrating the end of this stage of my life, and here's to the next one: college!"
"Make sure to use a condom. Even better, use two!", her older brother said loudly.
"You're a whole dickhead, Josh!", I shouted. Josh gave me the middle finger with a huge grin on his face.
"Thanks for saying what I was thinking, Kyle", Gina said while laughing. She got up from her patio chair and bent over in front of me, picking up the bottle of red wine and topping off her glass. Her black dress rose up a bit, revealing the undersides of her two fat ass cheeks. My cock twitched in my pants as I sipped my beer, enjoying the incredible view.
Fast forward 7 years, and everyone is graduated from college, settled into the early stages of their career. I'm living in Los Angeles, working as a technical project manager. Gina is a software engineer in center city Atlanta, about 30 minutes from her childhood home. We don't talk as frequently as we used to, due to the general busyness of life. But it's the holiday season and the whole family is gathering back at Gina's house for Christmas.
My phone chimes, showing a text message from Gina.
"heyyy cuz, you still coming to atl for xmas next week??"
"yea, flying out of LAX early morning on the 24th"
"any plus 1?"
"nope lol. riding solo this year"
"same lol :( where u staying? U can crash at my apt and then we can head to the party Christmas day "
"ah shit thanks, i was going to get a hotel"
"hotel?? come on dude, were family! i haven't talked to you in so long"
"you right, you right lol. i'll text you my flight details"
"cool, see u soon ;)"
The morning of Christmas Eve I head to LAX, boarding the plane and settling into my business class seat. I close my eyes and wake up 4 hours later to the plane landing on the Hartsfield-Jackson tarmac. I turn off airplane mode and shoot a text over to Gina.
"wya"
"on my way! By the time you get your bags I'll be there"
"sweet thanks"
I grab my bags from the baggage claim. My phone starts ringing, its Gina.
"Hey, I'm at the terminal in a white Mercedes"
"Great, I'm walking over to the pickup area now!"
I see Gina behind the wheel of a brand-new Mercedes truck, waving at me. The tailgate pops open and I throw my bags in the back. I hop into the passenger seat.
"What's up loser?", Gina says. She's wearing a dark gray turtleneck. Her big tits stretch the fabric to its absolute limit. I can't help but to look at her massive sweater puppies.
"Hey dickhead, is there a stain on my shirt or something?", she says while smiling. Fuck, she caught me staring.
"Uh, same shit, different day. Nice ride, you think you're hot shit now, huh?"
Gina punches me in the arm. "I'm just trying to be like you cuz, a big LA hotshot and all that"
"Don't gas me up", I say while laughing. "Hurry up, let's go. I'm hungry and need to take a piss"
"Ugh, you're so gross Kyle"
We drive away from the airport, hopping on the highway. We catch up during the 30-minute ride back to her apartment. We pull up to a luxury apartment complex and park in the underground garage. I grab my bags from the back of her car, and we get into the elevator. Gina presses the "PH" button, penthouse.
"Penthouse? OK Gina, I see you."
"It's only because its quiet!" she says coyly.
We quietly ride the elevator to the top floor, stepping out into the hallway. I follow behind her, watching her big, fat booty swaying back and forth as she walks, wrapped in a pair of skin-tight black jeans. Her high-heeled black boots only make her ass protrude out even more. "Stop dude, that's your cousin", I think to myself.
She unlocks the door to her apartment, revealing a gorgeous sunlit suite with floor-to-ceiling windows, furnished to the tee with handcrafted leather and wood furniture. A plethora of art hangs on the walls.
"Holy shit, this is some MTV cribs shit", I blurt out.
"I like to live... comfortably", she chuckles. "Go put your bags in the room around the corner, and I'll order some food."
I drop my bags off in the guestroom and walk back into the living room. Gina's sitting on the couch with a glass of wine.
"It's 5' o clock somewhere" I say.
"Oh, shut up, come sit down and pour yourself a drink", as she gestures to the wine bottle and empty glass on the table. She turns on a massive flat screen and begins scrolling through Netflix. We argue about what to watch, until I eventually succumb to a crappy Christmas-themed romcom.
15 minutes into the show, Gina abruptly asks "Sooo, where's your girlfriend? You know grandma's gonna ask where her grandkids are at."
I really hate when people ask me this, but I've got a prepped line I always use:
"Come on Gina, I'm a successful 25-year-old bachelor stud living in LA. You really think I'm trying to be tied down right now? Besides, everyone knows LA girls aren't wife material. Materialistic, maybe. But not wife material", I say while smirking.
"Wow, feeling yourself much? OK Mr. LA stud, are you seeing anybody? I feel like I don't know what you're up to these days anymore!", she says with a slightly disappointed tone in her voice