Thank you Chitranna for editing this writing.
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I consider myself a down to earth kind of man. I did what I was supposed to throughout my short time on this earth and did so happily. I played 3 sports in high school, kept my body in shape and my grades up. I went to college, got my degree while playing a sport and achieved what I wanted to. And then I stayed at home until I was truly ready to move into my own home after my career was set into motion.
I did it the way I was supposed to, the way I thought was the right way. I had a girlfriend here and there, played around a bit, no more than most boys, but I kept my focus on what I needed to do to set my life up the way I wanted to.
I didn't do anything haphazardly or on the fly. No big parties, no high risks. I stayed away from drugs, stayed away from smoking, never really drank to excess and remained a clean cut, responsible man.
So when my impulses got the best of me it was not just exciting and thrilling, it was way out of my element. What transpired from that event made me a different person, more of a risk taker. It made me want to drink more from the glass we call life.
The first thing I want to make clear. I was not a virgin when the event I will tell you about happened. I had been with a few women by that time, one of which was a little wild. She loved to be smacked, choked and gagged. It was pretty crazy at first and I had many reservations about it, but it was fun. So, no, I was not a virgin, just didn't sleep with any girl I could.
So the sip of life I drank, yeah, that's what I will refer it to, because it was like getting drunk. My world spun and it made me rethink so many things. Sort of like when you have a good buzz going, you think of things and they sort of just pop up on you.
It started on a Monday afternoon. I thought I was home alone when my cousin came to visit. It was nothing out of the ordinary, Becca often came over to swim in our pool. She was a hell of a swimmer, always had been. I remember so many times that we had raced back and forth or around the pool as we grew up. Becca is a beautiful woman, her regimen of swimming and the sports she played kept her body in absolutely stunning shape. Her eyes were a blue that matched the Caribbean ocean and she had long blonde hair that she kept in a high pony tail. She is beautiful.
As I was about to jump in the pool, I offered her to jump in as well. No reason to swim alone when you can have another swimmer to talk to and get a race or two going. Becca always wore a bikini top and shorts, I always suspected she had her bikini bottoms on beneath those shorts, but never inquired about them, it was none of my business after all. She jumped in and swam the length quickly, much like she always did. She was like a dolphin when she swam, so slick and precise with her movements.
I took my shirt off and jumped in swimming the distance and pulling myself up to her. She seemed a bit out of it, there was just something different about her that day. I wanted her back to herself so I offered a race, which she accepted. I beat her easily. I really couldn't believe the distance between us when I stood in the water at the shallow end of the pool. I had never beaten her so decisively.
When I teased her about it, telling her she must be getting slow she blamed it on the shorts she wore. I laughed of course. I mean really? Shorts slowed her down? She stepped out of the pool to remove them though and my eyes could not leave her body. And when she pulled the shorts down my eyes focused on her ass. She was wearing a thin bikini and her globes where perfect. As the shorts rolled down her long legs my eyes took every bit of the view in and I felt myself thickening in my trunks.
I moved my hands to cover my growing issue when she walked back into the water, but I couldn't help but take in the sexy woman that was coming toward me. Her perfectly round breasts, her smooth stomach, her long legs, it was all so enchanting to me.
When she slapped my chest it brought me back to where I was supposed to be, in a pool, with my cousin, about to race. So we did, we raced to the other side and I barely won. We swam faster than I think we had ever swam before. I thought I did so because of my excitement and now that I think back on it, I think her speed was for the same reason.
When I bragged that I had won she asked if I wanted my prize. I couldn't help looking at her in the pool like that, her lips full, and her breasts heaving with every breath. I tried to play it off, but she moved closer and her hand touched my cock, my rock hard cock.
What is a man to do? I mean, there she was offering herself to me as the prize for beating her in a race and she was so fucking sexy. I did what she wanted, maybe a nice blow job was what I needed and what she really wanted to do. Sure, we are cousins, but how could I resist.
So it turned into more than a blow job, sure. And it was wonderful, so wonderful to have her on me, to have her spray on my legs as I slid myself in and out of her tight pussy. It was hot, so very hot for me. And it wasn't like anyone would know. Not that time or any other time we decided to make sex the reward to the loser of the race.
What I didn't expect was what happened two nights later.
I decided to have a late workout, figured I would spend two hours doing one then hit the shower and go to bed. It was a good workout, went for a run, hit the weights in the basement, took a swim. It was great. I was refreshed and in need of a good shower. So I went to my room with a quick, "Good night" to my folks then headed right into my bathroom to turn the hot water of my shower on.
I gave myself a good shave before I went into the water, making my face smooth and then my genitalia as I did once a week. The water was great on my sore muscles and I lathered myself liberally with my Old Spice body wash before letting the water spray upon me for some time.
When I got out I dried myself with one towel then wrapped another around my waist. I stepped into my room and was a bit confused, I had sworn I left my light on, but it was dark. I used the light from my bathroom to get to my switch and flicked it on. When I turned toward my bed I viewed something I never thought I would see and something I never thought I would want to see.
