My cousin Ashlee and I had grown up together, living on opposite sides of the same street. Our grandparents also lived a few blocks away. My grandfather had inherited a paper mill from his father, and the whole family had grown up in the area together, most of us working at the mill. We were close-knit. Whenever Ashlee's parents would go away for a few days, Ashlee would come round to our house to stay, and her parents returned the favor when mine were travelling too. We sometimes even vacationed together as a big extended family. In truth, Ashlee felt more like a sister than a cousin, and that suited us all well as we had no other siblings, and were only three months apart in age. We kept each other company all through our childhood.
I had just started working as an electrical tech at the mill after graduating from high school, and had been seeing a lot less of Ashlee recently, since she had broken with family tradition and gone to college a couple hours drive away down in Green Bay. I was expecting her home for the weekend, but I wasn't expecting who she brought back with her.
It was Friday evening on a hot early summer and I was pooped after a hard day climbing up and down the generator at work. I had been sitting out on the front deck with a cold one, just enjoying the relative peace, when a car pulled up and familiar voice broke the silence.
"Hey Cal, would you help me with a box?" Ashlee called from the passenger window.
"Who's car's that?" I replied, getting up.
"Say hi, Daisy!" she said, leaning back so I could see the driver.
"Hi there Cal! I'm Daisy," she shouted, barely audible over the noise of the engine. The car was a real junker. I was impressed it had made the journey.
As I walked over, Daisy came into view and I could see a beaming young face looking back through mousy curls.
"Hey Daisy, nice to meet you. So you, uh, have some luggage?" I said.
Daisy finished parking and turned the noisy engine off. The warm calm of insect noise and sunlight returned.
"Yeah, Ash invited me up for the weekend. She told me how beautiful it was up here. But I had to bring some of my work with me. Can't make the students wait for their test results," she explained.
"Students?" I said, as both girls got out of the car.
"Daisy is a professor," said Ash.
I did a double take. I didn't think Daisy could have been far out of her teens. I had assumed she was a classmate of Ashlee's.
"Well, I'm an adjunct," Daisy corrected modestly. "I graduated last year but the faculty wanted to keep me on."
"Huh, well that's cool," I said dumbly. I was never any kind of academic. "How'd you guys get to know each other then?"
"Oh we met at one of the university... social clubs," interjected Daisy quickly. "Now are you going to lift or what?"
I picked up the box of books from the trunk. It was barely heavier than a regular suitcase. I knew Ashlee would have been perfectly capable of carrying it into the house herself. She had a thing of treating me like the dumb muscle of the family. I used to hate getting bossed around by her, but I eventually realized that it was more like she saw me as a kind of protector, especially as I had filled out and grown up. She remained 5'5" and dainty, though she worked out enough to stay solid.
As I followed the girls up to the front door of Ashlee's parents' house, I remarked to myself how similar they looked. Both brunettes, with similar height and build, and wearing identical tight jeans. I firmly believed that no red-blooded man was capable of not noticing tight jeans on a woman, even if one of them was his cousin. I swore Daisy walked with a sashay, but maybe that was just they way girls walked.
You see, I didn't have a lot of experience at that point. In fact, despite now being a fully grown adult, I didn't have
any
experience, if you know what I mean. I'd had a few high school friends who were girls, but never a girlfriend. It was a conservative kinda rural area. I loved living there, but I did sometimes feel envious of Ashlee getting to go away and experience the big city life. I had always assumed she was just as inexperienced as me. What exotic new frontiers might have opened up in her new life away from home?
"You want these up in the guest room?" I called to both of them.
"Yes please!" replied Ash.
I carried the box up to the room where Daisy was staying. Ashlee's folks were away on business. I wondered if Ash had timed her home visit to coincide with her getting the house to herself. Well, to herself and to her new friend. I started to wonder.
Daisy appeared at the door to the bedroom.
"It's so cosy! I love it!" she said to me. "It's nothing like the little box rooms we get in our apartments."
She finished surveying the room and turned and looked right at me.
"And it's
so
nice to meet Ashlee's family finally. I've heard so much about you," she said, and continued looking at me while she waited for my response. Was she checking me out?
"You, uh, you have?" I stammered.
"Oh sure, Ash and I share everything! She's told me all about her little brother!" she exclaimed.
"Hey, she's only three months older!" I objected.
"And not so little by the looks of it," said Daisy in a lower voice.
Was she referring to my height?
Ashlee appeared at the door, rescuing me from awkwardness.
"Do you guys want to get something to eat? We skipped lunch to get here early so I don't know about you but I'm starving," she said.
"Yeah, me too" said Daisy, shooting me a glance.
We went downstairs and set about putting some frozen pizzas in the oven. I started clearing the table, but Daisy came over and pulled on my arm.
"Nah, I don't think so. Pizza's no table food. Can we just crash on the sofa?" she said.
She tugged me over to the living room. Her touch was electric to me.
"I guess so," I laughed weakly.
Daisy sat at one end of the sofa and I sat chastely at the other and switched on the TV. Ash brought the pizzas in on a wooden board, and placed it on the table in front of the sofa.
"Dig in guys," she said. "You want a beer? Cal?"
"Sure," I said.
Daisy got up.
"Let me come help you with the drinks," she said.
Daisy left and went into the kitchen with Ashlee. I grabbed a slice, and chewed, and tried to listen. I couldn't hear what they were talking about.
A moment later, they returned. Daisy had two cans and handed one to me.
"For you, sir," she said in a mock waitress voice.
Daisy then sat back down on the sofa. She didn't return to her previous position at the other end of the sofa. She sat next to me, and motioned for Ash to take the remaining space on her other side.
A girl choosing to sit close to you is another one of those things that a red-blooded man notices.
"Want to watch a movie?" mumbled Ash, through a mouthful of pizza.
We flicked through some options to find something none of us had seen before, then settled in and started watching.
Until Ash showed up, I had been planning a quiet night in to rest. My parents were back at home and I would probably have just chilled out in the garden talking about work with them. I had been planning to wish the girls well and return home after helping them with Daisy's box, but somehow I had gotten swept up into a pizza and movie night. Part of me had wondered if Daisy and Ash were more than just friends, and I was going to leave them to have some time alone, but they both seemed to want me to stay. So, whatever, pizza and movie night was a fine way to have a quiet night.
As it grew darker and cooler outside, Ash got up to close the curtains. She came back with a stack of blankets and offered them to me and Daisy.
"Awesome, it's like you read my mind," said Daisy, taking one and snuggling up inside it.
"I'm good," I said, declining.
Daisy turned to me.
"You're hot blooded, right?" she joked.
"Damn straight" I said, mustering half an ounce of courage.
We continued watching. Daisy seemed restless. She kept adjusting the blanket, and at one point repositioned it so that part of it crossed my leg.
I didn't move or say anything. Everything she had done so far was plausibly deniable.
Then she put her hand on my thigh, under the blanket.
I knew instantly what was happening, but stayed silent. What the hell was going on? Not that Daisy wasn't a smoking hot little thing, but what was Ash playing at, bringing her home to me like this? Had Ash been telling her about me? Ash knew a
lot
about me. She could have told her anything. She could have told her everything!
Daisy's hand stayed there, motionless. Even when she leaned forward to grab her drink from the table, her hand stayed put. Daisy couldn't have known it, but my dick had begun to strain against my jeans.
This was my first
real
touch from a girl. I felt bewildered. Sure, I had fantasized, and had watched as much porn as any other teenager, but it felt suddenly like I had passed beyond a threshold and come face to face with something new and exciting.
Should I respond? What does she want? What if she's just teasing? Why is she doing this with Ash sat right next to her? Did Ash put her up to this somehow?
"Ash, throw me one of those blankets after all would you? It's getting chilly," I said, lying.
Ash passed one over and I laid it out over me, using the opportunity to adjust my pants so that my growing erection was less painful -- and under the blanket, less visible.
Daisy kept her hand exactly where it had been, the whole time I was moving around. She was still looking dead ahead, seemingly just watching the movie. I decided to make a move.
Beneath the blanket, I moved my hand onto her thigh, mirroring her, keeping it still.
She didn't move. We continued to sit there in silence, with our hands on each other's upper thighs. Daisy was wearing a skirt so her bare leg was a little more accessible than mine, but I had chosen to place my hand over the skirt material anyway, to keep things even.
I paid no attention to what was happening in the movie.
Daisy made the next move. She suddenly pulled her hand away and up out of the blanket and stretched both arms towards the ceiling with a yawn. She lifted up the blanket and in doing so, caused mine to lift and fall to the floor. I quickly moved my hand away from her thigh. I saw Ash looking briefly across at us, in the moment that the blankets were off. Daisy quickly brought her blanket back down and adjusted hers so it fell across me too. I left my blanket off. We were now sharing one.
As Daisy settled back down, she brought her hand down to rest under the blanket, right on my crotch. Holy shit! Her fingers moved slightly, feeling around to confirm where she was. She held her hand over the tube shape that had formed in my pants. There was absolutely no illusion that she didn't know exactly what she was doing.
I decided to slide my hand back onto her thigh. With a slow, silent move beneath the blanket, I crept my hand onto her bare knee, and slid upwards. My hand found its previous resting position, but this time against bare skin with skirt material pushed out of the way. I continued moving my hand over her thigh... upwards... seeking again to mirror her... but just as my hand was about to cross the line between risqué and intimate, she sat up, pulling her hand away and reaching for her drink. She downed it, and stood up.
"Guys, it's been a really long day, and I'm just not feeling this movie," she said. "Do you mind if I turn in?"
"No, of course not Dee," said Ashlee. "Have you got everything you need? You know where the bathroom is?"
"I'm all good," she said. "Night Cal."
I noticed that her cheeks were flushed as she hurried off up the stairs to the guest room.
A moment passed, then I turned to Ash.
