"If you're thinking what I'm thinking, we'll probably need something to keep you from letting go, and falling out of the swing," I said, and I ran back to the beach house to get some out if the toolbox in the garage. I came back with two pairs of the pink fuzzy handcuffs Jessie would always trick me with when we were in grade school. I met my cousin at the swing set at the border between the sand and the tall sea oats covering the rise up to the backyard of the compound. We stood there facing each, her lithe 5'9" frame and my athletic 6'4" frame making us one tall couple, and we shared a long, passionate kiss before I set her onto the swing atop the towel we lay on earlier. I sat on the swing next to her, and we swung for a good five minutes before our master plan for the cousin-on-cousin "fucktacular" began to unfold.
The bright afternoon sunlight illuminated Jessie's exquisite features as she teased while I handcuffed her arms to the chains of the swing from behind. She threw her head back so her blazing blue eyes met mine, and she said, "I'm so glad that you will be my first. There is no greater love than one's own family, as far as I'm concerned."
"Thanks, that really means a lot," I said as I started reapplying her sunscreen, since we'd been out in the summer heat for a few hours already.