Day 1...
It had been nearly a year since my first sexual encounter with my cousin Amber, and I wasn't even close to getting over it. I couldn't even look at another woman. None of them compared to Amber. Unfortunately, I hadn't even seen her since our little interlude occurred. That was about to change.
The plan was to stop and pick up Amber at her college on my way home for Christmas break. It was going to be a hectic couple of days because we were going to my parent's house to celebrate Christmas, and then her family, my family, and our grandparents were going to fly to Mexico for a week of sun and fun. We had never done anything like that together, and I had some very mixed feelings about the whole situation.
The mixed feelings come from the fact that Josie, Amber's little sister, had barely said two words to me in the year since she'd walked in on Amber and me. To be honest, those two words were about all I had gotten out of Amber since then, as well. The rest of last year's Christmas trip consisted of icy glances between the three of us, so I'd done my best to avoid them since then.
I wasn't about to miss a free trip to paradise, though, so I'd just have to do my best to ignore the awkwardness between the three of us. That would have to start during a 5 hour car ride with Amber.
It took about two hours to get from my school to Amber's, and I think my heart filled its quota of "beats" for the entire day in that short period. Sitting still was a struggle, and the time drug on longer than I thought possible.
I dialed Amber on my cell phone as I rolled into town and got directions to her place. The conversation lasted about 30 seconds, but her tone made me feel that the trip home wouldn't be that bad.
Turns out I was right. When Amber came out I was reminded why I was so utterly attracted to her. As I said before, she doesn't exactly scream 'sexy,' although if she tried, I have no doubt that she could turn ANY head. As she was, she went pretty much unnoticed.
She approached my car wearing jeans and a heavy ski jacket. Her shoulder length blond hair was pulled back in a pony tail, and as usual, she was wearing very little makeup. "Hey Jack," she said as we shared a short, awkward hug.
"Hey Amb," I replied as I pulled back and took her suitcase. "Is this it?"
"Heh, unfortunately not, I've got another one up in my apartment. Give me two seconds."
She ran up after her other suitcase as I got back in the car and tried to evaluate every moment of our meeting. A minute later she was strapped in the passenger seat and we were on our way.
"I hope we make it," she said as we got moving.
"Whaddaya mean?" I replied.
"Haven't you heard? There's supposed to be a pretty bad snow storm moving through the area. My dad says it might even cause our flight to get canceled."
We talked about the rumored storm, the trip, college and anything else we could think of as we made our way back home. About two hours into our trip, it became pretty clear that the storm was going to become a reality.
When we arrived in Fullterton, the town that we'd actually be flying out of a couple days later, it had become a full blown blizzard. The radio began talking about road closings, and it was becoming abundantly clear that we wouldn't make it the final three hours to my parent's house.
"I'll call my dad, see what we should do," I told Amber as I pulled out my cell phone. My dad did some business in Fullerton, and shortly after we were off the phone, he called me back and told me that he had gotten Josie and me a suite at a local hotel. "I thought one room might be a little awkward for the two of you, and a suite was cheaper than two separate rooms," he explained. "And just so you know, there's a pool, so you guys should be able to stay entertained." I thanked him and made the way to our hotel.
I told Amber to be sure to grab whichever bag contained her swimming suit because of the pool. She reached for the smaller of her two bags, and when I had my things together, we sprinted to the entrance of the hotel through the driving snow. Check-in was a breeze since my dad was a regular there, and we were in our room within five minutes.
The front desk failed to mention to my dad that the only suite left was the "honeymoon suite." Instead of the two bedrooms we were expecting, there was one bedroom with a king size bed, and a living room with a couch. I could guess which one I'd be getting. In addition, there was a bathroom with a shower and a large, Jacuzzi bathtub. My mind started racing.
Both ignoring the awkwardness of the situation, we decided to go down to the hotel restaurant and get something to eat. We both had a couple of beers to unwind with dinner, and when we were finished we decided to shoot down to the pool.
Amber went into the bathroom and changed first, coming out in a conservatively cut blue bikini. It didn't show much, but it left me dying to see what was covered once again.
I took my turn in the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I had a major hard on. I had to take care of it one way or the other. I decided jacking off would probably be quicker than trying to get thoughts of Amber out of my mind.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the pile of Amber's clothes sitting on the countertop. Already ashamed of myself for what I was about to do, I dug through and found a pair of bright green panties. My cock spasmed as I realized they were still warm. I held them up to my nose and inhaled as I grabbed my penis. Within five seconds I was unleashing my load on the bathroom countertop.
I quickly cleaned up, put Ambers panties back into the pile of clothing, put on my swim trunks, and made my way out of the bathroom. I tossed Amber a towel, and we headed down to the pool.
As full as the hotel was, the pool area was pretty dead. Amber pointed out that everybody was probably stranded like us, but the others probably weren't planning a trip to Mexico and didn't have swim suits.
We swam around and hung out for a couple hours, continuing our earlier conversations from the car, and before long the awkwardness was gone and things were back to normal.
After we were wrinkly enough from swimming, we decided to call it a night. I made sure to walk behind Amber through the hallway, scarcely taking my eyes from her bikini clad butt. I told her she could go ahead and shower first as she dug through her small suitcase.
"Shit," she said as she fumbled through. I could tell she didn't use the word very much.
"What's the problem?" I asked.
