I pull up to her apartment complex, butterflies in my stomach. We were going to a mutual friends house, to drink, to party, to pretend we are still in our 20's. I have known her since I was born – she is my first cousin, six months older than me. For years, I was attracted to her – her flowing blond hair, her curvy hips, the way she filled out her sweater. We had often joked about the sexual tension between us but never let it happen – we have too much lose, we told ourselves. We are too closely related, we said.
She is coming down the steps now, all smiles and winter coat and over night bag. She is at my passenger door and I reach over and unlock it for her. She throws her bag in the backseat and slides in the front seat. She is wearing a long skirt and calf high boots, both clinging to her body, giving just the hint of her shape.
I head out of town, we have a couple hours to drive and watch the sunset. It is growing dark, our conversation is sparse, succinct. We have known each other long enough that little needs to be spoken to communicate volumes. We chat about work, we speculate about the partying tonight. She raises her skirt to scratch her inner thigh, it is dark she thinks I don't notice. The glimpse of her creamy white thigh is blackly exciting. I force my eyes to the road and she begins telling me about her roommate/lover. HE is ignoring her, she is lost as to what to do. I offer little advice, for I have no idea what to tell her about her love life.
She grows silent after a few miles, and I take an exit that will bring us where we are going through a more rural route. I like the lonely stretch of highway, there is only one town between us and out destination. IT is nearly a desolate drive; I have taken it many times on the way to a nice lake.
When she notices the sign alerting us to the turn off for the lake, she informs me she has to pee and asks me to go to the lake. I tell her it is three miles down the road but she wants to see the lake, frozen in winter glory under the light of the nearly full moon. I turn down the road and after a few minutes of rough, low-maintenance winter gravel we are there. The view is breathtaking; the lake is undisturbed, glowing white in the moonlight. I pull as close to the facilities as I can and she gets out. They are locked so she hikes up her skirt to pee on the frozen ground. She is just barely in view and I can see her bare knees and the steam from her hot piss as it hits the ground. She disappears from my sight as she finishes and a second later she is in the car again.
She is shivering, and reaches for the heater knob to turn it up. As she leans over, I notice that she is wearing a top with a deep v-cut, and I catch just a glimpse of her black, lace edged bra cupping her full breasts. She leans back in her seat and tells me to wait a few minutes she wants to just enjoy the scenery.
