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."