It was Christmas, and as every year, I was at my grandmother's house. Family tradition, all the relatives would gather at her house on Christmas Eve, eat a feast, open gifts, sleep, and after breakfast, scatter like roaches when the kitchen lights come on. I usually spent most of the time outside where none of my relatives would bother me. I was the black sheep of the family. Every family has one, the boy with long hair, or the kid that isn't into sports and cars, or the cousin in the trenchcoat that liked what his grandma called devil music. I was all three, but my cousin Sarah was just as much a welcome outcast.
Sarah was like a sister to me for most of my early life, she was less than a year older than me, and we both nearly lived with my grandma because our mothers and fathers worked full time. When it was a matter of time or expense, we would share a bath, and often had to share a bed. Sarah and I also spent most of time alone together and as male/female friends do, we had to play a lil "some me yours and I'll show you mine." which led to playing doctor and some heavy petting until play time just stopped. It took me awhile to figure out why it did, she had a boyfriend. I was a 'late bloomer' and didn't start dating until much later
But back to the story at hand, it was Christmas, the sun was going down, and I was standing outside watching it sink behind some clouds that meant we'd be having a white Christmas. "There you are." I heard a voice from behind and above me. I turned and looked up to the second floor balcony, Sarah was leaning over the railing with her long dirty blonde and red streaked hair hanging out of her toboggan and framing her face. I never stopped thinking my cousin was beautiful, she was around 5'6 with ice blue eyes, puffy lips, and an hourglass figure that I saw in old pictures of her mom and grandma. Sarah had an amazing ass, and I tried constantly to stare at it, and would "accidentally" rub against her backside whenever the opportunity arose. I took off my sunglasses and smiled up at her "I've been looking everywhere for you, Jeremy." she smiled down at me.
"I've been right here for the past hour and a half." I told her, shrugging. "Why're you lookin for me? dinner ready yet?" I asked. She shook her head, causing the six or seven steel silver and gold chains around her neck to clink together "Nah, but there's not enough beds for everyone planning to stay, so somebody's gotta bunk up." I stared at her lovely heart shaped face for a second, dumbfounded before I shook myself out of a fantasy. "Bunk up? Who?" I hoped... "Well, I'm NOT sharing a bed with my mom, and the couch is spoken for, and I was wondering if you had any objections to me sleeping with you?" I smiled and started laughing and she immediately realized how her words could be mistaken and giggled. "No objections Sarah, it wouldn't be the first time you've shared a bed with me."
Dinner went as always, kidding each other to the point that somebody'd get pissed off and stop talking for awhile, then they'd jump in the ring insults again when it turned on the person that hurt their feelings. That went on til everyone was stuffed and my 5 yr old niece yelled that it was time to open presents. Presents, gifts, whatever, I spent about $500 on crap that I figured my family would like, and got about $500 worth of crap they figured I'd like in return. Except I actually shopped for my mother, cause yeah I'm a momma's boy, but I really put thought in Sarah's gift as I always did. this year she was finally moving out of her mom's house, and into a studio apartment, so I called up a friend (who happens to be an accredited interior decorator) and got her to print up a fake gift certificate for one studio apartment decoration. in return from her I got a new notebook computer. We hugged and thanked each other for the thoughtful - and expensive- gifts, and I reached down and took her left ass cheek in my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Nobody else seemed to notice, even when Sarah let out a moan into my ear.
Later on, as snow fell outside, Sarah and I lay in a guest room on the second floor together. I was listening to her sleep, softly snoring, when I heard her moan in her sleep, and it sounded like the same moan from when I squeezed that cute ass of hers. "Sarah?" I asked in a whisper, not rolling over to look at her, not wanting to risk scaring her with the erection that had been pounding against my boxers since the hug after the gift giving. She didn't respond, just moaned again and I felt her move around. I turned over then, and saw her laying on her back, legs open in the king sized bed, she was still asleep and was rubbing her pussy in her sleep.