So I know some people have read my previous two stories about my fun with my cousin Lindsay. For those who haven't, check them out and let me know what you think. Yes, this story also involves me with my slutty cousin, but it ends a bit differently, though still quite pleasurable, especially from my point of view.
A couple months ago, Lissy and I, along with some other family members and close friends, decided to take a weeklong vacation to the Gulf Coast of Florida. We all figured it would give us a brief respite from the rough winter we were putting up with. At Lissy's suggestion, we asked Lindsay if she wanted to go, and she was initially quite enthusiastic about it, especially if we were ok if she brought her boyfriend Teddy along. Nobody seemed to care, so the deal was done. I have to admit, when I found out I'd be living in the same house with her for a week, my cock tingled with anticipation. All I could think of was her in skimpy bikinis and, more to the point, that tight little pussy hidden between those tan muscular thighs. I had always dreamed about how skilled she must've been in bed, but our last encounter had confirmed all those dreams far beyond the shadow of a doubt.
About two weeks before we were to leave, however, my fantasies came dangerously close to being crushed. Lindsay called one snowy evening and told Lissy that she wouldn't be coming along because she and Teddy had just broken up. They'd been together quite some time and Lindsay had just discovered that he had been cheating on her with one of their mutual best friends. What a stupid guy! She told Lissy that she thought it would be better if she just spent some time by herself. The two ladies talked for a while, my beautiful bride sympathizing with the heart-broken younger chick as only another woman could do. But as a half hour turned into an hour, Lissy began to work her charm and to make Lindsay see the error in her ways. By the time they hung up, Lindsay would be coming with us, lured by Lissys promise to help chase her blues away with lots of alcohol and the endless possibilities for fun in the form of hot college dudes on spring break.
The first couple days at the beach passed without incident. Not for lack of trying, though. I constantly flirted with her, so much so that I began to worry that others, especially my beautiful bride, might be catching on. The day before we were ready to return home I was still no closer to another fuck session with her. I had almost lost hope.
About lunch time, the entire family was down on the beach, except for Lindsay who had decided to go for a run. I got up out of my beach chair and informed the group that I was going up to the house to get some food. Before I knew it, my loving family and friends had given me an extensive order for food and drinks that I was supposed to bring back upon my return. It was such a beautiful day that nobody wanted to leave the beach.
I walked in the house and called Lindsay's name to see if she was back from her run. Silence. Damn, I really had it bad for her. All I wanted was to fuck that pretty pussy just one more time. I did my best to put those thoughts out of my head and quickly set about assembling the food and drink order. I was putting the last sandwich in the cooler when I heard the front door open.
"Hey," I said, hoping not to startle her as I was sure she was expecting to return to an empty house.
"Oh, hey. What are you doing here?" she asked as she walked into the dining room.
"Well, I came up to get a snack and somehow got roped in to making everyone lunch. Would you like something?"
"No thanks. I need to cool down a bit from my run and then I'm going to take a shower."
"A shower? Why not just come down to the beach and go in the water. I'd love to go for a swim with you." I shot her my best "I wanna fuck you eyes," hoping against hope that she'd get the message and lead the way to the bedroom, especially since we had the house to ourselves.
"I'll be down eventually," she replied, dropping her house key on the table. She headed off down the hall. I followed her with my gaze as she went, admiring her long tone legs and especially her delicious ass. My God, I swear you could've bounced a quarter off it, it was so tight and perfect. I stood there in the kitchen, thinking about my predicament and trying to come up with a plan. I heard the door to the bathroom close and the next thing I knew, I was tiptoeing down the hall. Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to the bathroom door. I stood there for a minute, just listening, my imagination racing almost as much as my heart. I could hear her moving around in there, opening a drawer, placing something on the counter, and retrieving a towel from the linen closet.
I placed one hand on the door knob and leaned my shoulder against the wall to steady my legs, which, I have to admit, were shaking a bit in anticipation. Then I heard the water turn on. I knew it was now or never, so I eased the door open a crack, hoping the water would make enough noise to cover any squeaking. I peered through the crack and was greeted with a Heavenly sight. Lindsay was standing just outside the shower stall with her back to the door. She wore nothing but her underwear and was bent over as she placed a bathmat on the floor to soak up any water when she got out. The sight of that ass was more than any mortal man could take and before I realized what I was doing, I pushed open the door. I guess the water masked the sound because she didn't act like she noticed.
"Hi there," I said quietly, trying to inject enough sexual innuendo in my voice so that she would get the picture. She shrieked and spun around. Her open hand smacking the side of my face.
"What the fuck! Didn't you ever hear of knocking?"
"Yes, actually I have," I replied calmly. "However, I didn't think you'd mind considering I've done a lot more than just see your womanly charms. Remember our last encounter?"
"I do," she answered, calm replacing the anger in her voice.
"So then what's the problem?" I asked.
"Look, that was fun, but I was drunk. And, well, I..." She trailed off and looked away.
"You're ashamed?" I volunteered.
"No, not really. I just think it's a little... Well, creepy."
"I see. Is that why you've been avoiding me and not responding to any of my flirting?"
