"Dear, do you mind stopping by Aunt Trina's house tonight and making sure the girls are all right?"
"Sure thing, mom," I responded nonchalantly, not turning my attention from the game on TV.
"Thanks Peacock." My mom liked to use my affectionate nickname when no one was around. "We'll see you later," she remarked as she exited the house with a wave of her hand.
My cousin, Betty, was watching her baby sister over at their house while mom and Aunt Trina enjoyed "Girls Night" out. Mom was the oldest of three sisters (Aunt Trina and Aunt Pat), and she and Aunt Trina seemed to be the closest. Being the only adult male between the two families, the responsibility of playing bodyguard fell on my shoulders. I didn't even mind it, though, because I always enjoyed spending time with my cousin.
Betty and I were both the same age (19), and we practically spent half of our lives together. With our houses being only a few miles apart, we grew up attending the same schools, hanging out at the same park, and sleeping over at the other's house almost every weekend. I remember one night during our 6th grade year when I was staying the night over at Betty's house that we got caught playing "House" by Aunt Trina. "House" involved me acting as the daddy and Betty being the mommy, albeit under the covers and minimally clothed. It was just a childish game, but Aunt Trina wasn't too fond of us hugged up under the blankets in our pajamas. That was the day I realized that I was actually attracted to my cousin.
Betty has always had a svelte figure, and since turning 18 she has really blossomed into a gorgeous woman. She has straight blonde hair that comes to the middle of her back, and her hair always smells like apples. Like most girls, she sprung up in height early on, but I eventually caught up to her and passed her during high school. Although she was very "girly" in her mannerisms, she had a little tomboy streak in her, and her active participation in high school sports only helped sculpt her beautiful body into perfect proportions. I used to have to fend off all the guys who came chasing after her, earning me the nickname "Shark Repellent". She used to give me affectionate kisses on the cheek as my reward for such chivalrous endeavors. I was always tempted to turn my head right when she was about to plant one on my cheek and kiss her full on the mouth, but I would chicken out every time.
I dropped her a text a few minutes before heading out to let her know I was stopping by. She responded with a smiley face, and I grabbed my keys and headed out. In truth I could have just rode my bicycle or even walked to her house, but I didn't feel like getting sweaty tonight without good reason. Boy, was that premonition going to come to fruition later!
"Hey, cuz," she said as she greeted me at the door with a smile. She had on a pair of blue gym shorts that barely covered the bottom of her voluptuous butt, and her toned legs were looking as fine as ever. Betty also had the prettiest feet I'd ever seen on a girl, which only heightened my attraction for her due to my sprouting foot fetish. Her hair was pulled back and smelled like apples as always (must have been her brand of shampoo, I deduced), and she wore a pink t-shirt that hung loosely from her frame.
"Hey," I responded. "Is Trish asleep?"
"Yeah, she just zonked out not too long ago, actually," she responded. Trish was Betty's younger sister of about nine years. Aunt Trina's husband left her after Betty was born, and she successfully avoided men for many years after that, until she met Trish's dad. He wasn't in the picture for too long, but long enough for Aunt Trina to get pregnant again.
I entered the house, kicked off my shoes, and reclined on the couch in the living room. Betty hopped into the recliner and pulled her legs up under, only accentuating the dimensions of her long legs. She looked at me and smiled, and then we chit-chatted for a few minutes about nothing in particular. Over the course of our teenage years, we had a peculiar attraction to one another that seemed buried below the surface, either not having the opportunity to act upon those feelings, or perhaps an unwillingness to take the next step. For some odd reason I sensed that attraction like never before as we sat together in her living room alone, and a feeling of nervousness even came over me. I don't recall feeling this way around her before, which seemed rather odd to me.
"Hey," she asked, "you remember when we used to play 'House'?" A smile came across my face just thinking of the times we would snuggle under the sheets. Nothing serious ever came of it, although one time I recall reaching around and moving my hand under her shorts and across her naked butt. It was the most erotic moment of my life at that time, and I think she rather enjoyed it herself.
"Oh yeah," I responded, not trying to hide my pleasure of those innocent encounters.
"You feel like doing it again for old time's sake?" Her abrupt inquiry sort of caught me by surprise, but it was a pleasant surprise. I believe I actually started to blush, which paled in comparison to the reaction happening in my sweat pants. The thought of lying under a sheet with my cousin Betty immediately sent ripples down my spine and blood to my penis.
