They had never really been close, Dave and his cousin Anya. She was older than he, but not by much: he was 24 and she was 27. Since they were kids she'd always had a luscious head of perfectly straight brunette hair with piercing blue eyes, creamy white skin with a few freckles across her nose and shoulders. When they were kids they'd played together along with the rest of the extended family, but as they grew up they grew apart: Dave was more into music and gaming, and Anya became the typical high school girl with tight black leggings, Ugg boots, and a hoodie one size too big for her, just large enough so that the mind boggled at the no-doubt amazing body that lay underneath.
They spent most summers together at Dave's uncle's house in rural Illinois. Once both he and Anya were in college they didn't see too much of each other: it was usually limited to a single family dinner on a weekend in July, or a beer or two here and there with his uncle's family. But all of that changed quite quickly.
Dave had visited his Uncle and Aunt one summer on an internship and decided to live with them. Anya wasn't supposed to be there; in fact, Dave had been hoping she wouldn't be there. He had seen her a over the winter holiday and had trouble avoiding her gaze, her subtle, wicked smile as she talked about her schooling or dating life - all this and, of course, her stunning body. She couldn't weigh more than 110 or 120 lbs, and had perfect, almost-pouty lips that he could envision...he shut that thought down as quickly as it had come into his head, got through dinner, and left.
It was late in the morning and Dave was sitting out on the deck reading a book, sunglasses on, headphones in. He didn't even notice Anya come outside through the sliding glass door of the basement apartment. She was wearing a pair of torn blue jean shorts that were too short to even really be called anything other than underwear, along with a colorful bikini top that was something a tween might wear...which oddly made it sexier. Her hair was long, cascading cooly past her shoulders, which were as perfect and white as ever. She noticed him reading, smiled and waved, but Dave didn't see her. She sat down in a long chair by the pool, shimmied her shorts down her long legs, and laid back to enjoy the sun.
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It was 2 hours later when Dave awoke from dozing in his lawn chair facing the front of the house. He shot up, almost alarmed, then realized he was the only one at the house: his aunt and uncle had gone to a BBQ for the day and we're sleeping over at their friend's house several towns over. He walked onto the deck, into the kitchen, and down into the basement to get a beer from the fridge. His feet creaked along the wooden staircase but the old wood didn't bother him when nobody else was home. It was then that he noticed the light from within the formerly-empty basement apartment. Who was in there? He crept up to the door, pushed it in, and looked around.
The carpet was as Anya had left it when she lived there during college: plush and purple, almost like shag carpet. The walls were the same, and the bed against the wall was unmade: she was home! Strewn about the room were sporty white knee-high socks, thongs, lace bras and boyshort panties, tank tops...it was a mess. But that was Anya.
Dave guessed that she had come home for the weekend to enjoy the pool while her parents were out, and he welcomed the company. But then he felt a little tug in his pants: his cock began to grow, hard. His mind began to swirl, and he became almost dizzy, his lips numbing. He mechanically walked over to her bureau and opened it up. He was immediately assaulted with the overwhelming, breathtaking scent of his cousin, who must have used the same perfume strippers used because it was positively intoxicating, coaxing his mind into even deeper, darker chasms. Did his eyes deceive him? He caught the glimpse of a lace garter in the drawer, and several g-strings and thongs that were untenably sexy.
Dave breathed it all in, even taking one of the sexier yellow-and-grey lace panties up to his face, closing his eyes, and putting them slowly into his mouth. He didn't know what else to do except wallow in his cousin's underwear! He took the panties and put them back into the drawer, hiding them underneath a few other pairs. He then walked toward the door and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Hey Dave."
He knew his cousin Anya's voice without even having to turn around. When he did, he saw her standing in the sliding glass doorway, towel wrapped around her body, a pair of flip-flops in one hand and her booty shorts in the other. She had that wry smile on her face. "Can I help?"
"Uhh...no I was just...I didn't know you were here, so I came in to see if ..." was my stuttered reply.
