As I was standing outside the airport at passenger pick-up, I was kind of expecting my cousin, Corinne, to pull up in a convertible even though I was the one who had booked the rental car she'd be driving. It was southern California, after all, and the weather was beautiful and my cousin is blond with blue eyes. It didn't seem right for her to pick me up in a practical car but we'd agreed that, since it was being paid for out of our aunt's estate, we could suck it up and that maybe we'd be less likely to go joyriding instead of working. Our aunt had recently passed away and, when we'd come to California for the funeral, we'd learned that we'd been made co-executors of her estate. While Corinne had two sisters and I had two brothers and there were other cousins as well, the two of us had probably spent the most time with our aunt since becoming self-supporting adults. As kids, most of us had visited her, and not just because she lived close to both the beach and Disneyland, but those trips had been on our parents' dime. Now that we were all grown-ups, Corinne and I had still made the effort to see her whenever we could manage, despite Corinne living in New Jersey and me living in Colorado. The rest of the group of cousins hadn't made as much of an effort as we had which is presumably why we had been named co-executors.
Corinne pulled up and, though it wasn't a convertible, it wasn't necessarily a boring sedan, either. She popped the trunk so I threw my bags in with hers, then slipped into the passenger seat. We hugged as we said our hellos then I buckled in and she pulled away. We had been in touch a lot while planning this trip, a lot more even than we had been up to this point, so there wasn't a whole lot to catch up on aside from how our travels had gone. Corinne had caught a pretty early flight out of NJ, which got her there before me by enough time that we agreed it made sense for her to pick up the car rather than waiting around for me to arrive. That had worked out so well that neither of us had ended up waiting around for the other for very long but it had taken a significant amount of coordination. It had definitely given us both a level of comfort with how things were likely to go working together on our aunt's estate. For an occasion that had the potential to be somber, having each other there made it more likely that we'd be able to also have some fun. Little did I know.
She didn't need directions since she'd driven to our aunt's house from that airport many times so I was just monitoring traffic along the way on my phone. We'd decided that it made sense to just stay at the house rather than having the estate pay for two hotel rooms for who knows how long. There were two bedrooms but we'd have to share the bathroom though neither of us thought there'd be any issue with that since we'd always shared it with our aunt when we were visiting her. We'd wanted to arrive early enough in the day to be able to do an assessment of what needed to get done then we could start planning our attack. We'd also be meeting with our aunt's lawyer in a couple of days and with some of her friends who'd been taking care of her through her illness and keeping an eye on the house since she'd passed.
A couple of her friends were there waiting for us when we arrived at the house so they could pass the keys along to us rather than sending them through the mail. We'd coordinated our travel itinerary with them and Corinne had reached out to them after she'd landed with our ETA. They let us know that they had cleared out all of the perishables but hadn't removed anything else since they were aware that everything had to be accounted for by the estate. We spent some time chatting and sharing stories about our aunt before they left us to allow us to get started. We'd agreed that Corinne could have Aunt Lucy's room while I would take the guest room/office, at least until her sisters arrived to help a few days later. Things would be a little more crowded then but we were still sure it'd be fine and a hotel still wouldn't be necessary. We moved our luggage to the rooms we'd each be sleeping in then started our assessment.
One of the things we realized we'd need to take care of that day was a shopping trip for our own perishable items, like milk for coffee. Aunt Lucy had left behind a Keurig with a variety of coffee pods and sugar which we would certainly be using in the morning, but not without milk. We started a list and kept adding random things to it that would make our stay more comfortable and tolerable while we went about the small house figuring out exactly what we needed to do, how to go about doing it and what the priority of each task was. Overall, things were pretty well organized, in part because Aunt Lucy was just an organized person, but also because she was aware that her remaining time had been limited and hadn't wanted things to be too difficult for us, at least according to what her friends had told us. That sounded like Aunt Lucy; she was a lot of fun but she was pragmatic right up to the end.
It was great to have Corinne there as we started going through the house, though there were some moments when we both got a little misty-eyed. We'd done the serious crying when we'd been there for the funeral, and when we'd first heard that she'd passed, so now it was more nostalgic and reflection on the good times we'd spent in that house and the life that Aunt Lucy had enjoyed. Once we were feeling a bit emotionally spent, as well as getting hungry, we took our shopping list, went out for something to eat and to drink a toast to our aunt, then did our shopping and headed back to the house. We'd limited our drinking with our meal since we knew we had a lot of work ahead of us and didn't want to start it hungover but we did grab some adult beverages to stock the fridge, figuring we'd enjoy those gradually during our time there. Since it had already been a long day, longer for Corinne than for me, we got to bed relatively early and I know I slept like a rock. I imagine she did, too.
She was out of bed before I was the next morning but I didn't hear her up and moving around downstairs; I didn't awaken until she brewed her first cup of coffee. I lay there for a bit, the coffee aroma gradually waking me more, before climbing out of bed, hitting the bathroom then heading downstairs. I was wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt and felt comfortable around her dressed like that. She was wearing a nightshirt that, although patterned rather than plain white, still didn't leave a whole lot to the imagination. I already knew that she had some nice curves and big boobs but her nipples were prominent through the nightshirt material, though I couldn't see her areolas due to the pattern. It was also obvious that she wasn't wearing panties but her bush was not visible, if she even had one. I didn't feel like I was in any danger of pitching a tent in my pajamas though I was definitely admiring her figure while trying not to make it obvious. Her boobs were jiggling quite nicely with her movements, repeatedly drawing my attention. I was beginning to wonder if she was doing any of this intentionally.
As we were drinking our coffee and chatting and getting started on a few tasks, it didn't take much movement to cause her nightshirt to ride up and either expose or threaten to expose what was under it. Seeing the bottom of her ass cheeks was one thing but when I got a quick flash of her blond bush, the threat of pitching a tent became real. Fortunately, it soon didn't matter because she positioned herself as we were seated on the couch so that there was no way I couldn't see her pussy then she reached over and easily found my stiffening cock. To say that I was surprised would have been the ultimate understatement. She caressed my cock through my pajama pants until it was almost fully rigid before sliding them down. My cock sprung out, continuing to stiffen even more, especially when she gripped it as she got to her knees and straddled me. I kicked off my pajama bottoms then reached under her nightshirt and ran my hands over her bare ass. We both moaned as my cock eased into her snug, slippery pussy and she lowered herself onto it. With my cock fully embedded inside her, she brought her lips to mine and we kissed as she began to slowly ride me. Our tongues were soon exploring each other's mouths.
