Jessie didn't break our kiss, and we continued to smooch for another fifteen seconds. We paused to breathe for a moment, and I said, "wow, that was nice! Are you sure you want to do this?"
Jessie's crystalline eyes twinkled in the sunlight as she answered, "Kenneth Robert Johnson, this and much more is okay with me. You were always my definition of an ideal, but I didn't realize that it was love until that time I hugged you for a bit too long when we were eighteen. Your body was so warm, and your hair was softer than a Chinchilla's fur. I've masturbated to your picture ever since then."
I was stunned by my cousin's revelation. Had she really felt the same way about me that I'd felt about her, and for the same amount of time, too? This all sounded too good to be true. Jessie then asked me, "so what is your side of the story?"
I replied, "Jessica Hannah Johnson," playing along with her mock seriousness, "I realized my vision of the perfect woman was you when I watched Elisabeth Harnois in reruns of Point Pleasant on TV. She had been my screen crush for as long as I could remember, before I realized, 'holy shit, she looks just like Cousin Jessie!' I had even moved the TV into my room so I could jerk off to Elisabeth while watching the show after Mom and Dad were asleep. Not to mention that by the time I was twenty years old, I dreamed of thrusting my tongue into her small, tight..."
"Stop right there!" Cousin Jessie snapped, cutting me off before I could get to the best bits of my TV fantasies. "You can keep that part secret, and demonstrate your lovemaking on me instead." I looked down at her bikini bottom, and noticed that my confession had made her all wet. My cock painfully rubbed the front seam of my swim trunks as it grew harder and harder thinking about how she would taste.
I realized that there might not be another time to make out with my gorgeous cousin, so I said, "I don't see why we can't get started right here, right now. We're on a secluded part of the beach, at a time when all our neighbors and family are out having fun elsewhere, and if anyone is in there homes, they're probably watching TV or fucking, so there's no way we'll get caught out here. Plus, we got a towel here, so that sand won't get stuck up our asses while we enjoy ourselves. I don't know about you, but I think we should seize this opportunity."
Jessie nodded, beaming her warm, contagious smile, and she stood up and turned around. I asked her, "what are you doing," and she said that she wanted me do the unthinkable, undo her bra, and expose the 34D breasts that I'd dreamed about so many times. I stood up, and positioned my hands to complete the first part of my dream come true. However, I was so nervous that my hands shook violently as I grasped the hooks on her bra. Jessie, ever the good sport, reached back, and her steady hands guided my trembling ones, and I let out a gasp as I watched her bra fall down to the ground. She turned back around to face me, and let me gaze at her perfect breasts.