I wasn't really close to my cousin Brandon while we were growing up. He's 4 years older than me and he always seemed to hang out with the older bunch of our cousins at family reunions. Of course, I had no interest in hanging out with them at the time, since I was into playing with Barbie dolls and dress-up with my cousin Tabby. It was the summer of '98 when I noticed that Brandon and Tabby were becoming really closer and Tabby wanted to hang out with him and not me. I thought Brandon was cute, but he was my cousin so I didn't think anything of it, until Tabby and Brandon went for a walk together alone. I started to get jealous of Tabby. She was a model and very pretty and skinny while I was just a regular plain Jane and well I was only twelve and she was fifteen. Then for some odd reason, my family just stopped attending family reunions all together until I was about nineteen years old.
It was July of 2003 when my cousin Brandon was coming to visit. He was 23 and was traveling with his mother (my aunt Dawn). They came up to Michigan for a wedding that my family was not attending. My parents and I went to greet Brandon and my aunt Dawn at the airport. Wow! Brandon sure changed over the years! He was taller and he had this short, Ashton Kutcher-style type hair (only it was blonde), about 6'5, and he had a great set of chocolate brown eyes. When he walked over to me, everything became slow motion.
"Hi Amy," he said with a smile, as he opened his lanky arms for a hug.
"Hi Brandon, it's so nice to see you," I said as I returned the hug.
When we were done hugging, and he greeted my parents and his mom greeted me and my folks, we all left and went back to our grandpa's house where Brandon and aunt Dawn were staying.
"So what's been going on with you Amy? Dating anyone?" Brandon asked me, being his nosey self.
"Uh, no...I'm just sort of staying single until the right guy comes along" I said looking down at the car floor thinking he should know that I'm ugly and that guys up here in Michigan don't like me.
"What else have ya been up to?" He said in a little southern accent.
"Well, other than just graduating from high school, I'm in college..." I replied
"Oh really? That's cool, what's ya major?"
"Web Design"
"Oh neat. I have no clue what that is, but sounds cool to me." Brandon laughed and winked at me.
We finally arrived at my grandpa's house and we helped aunt Dawn and Brandon with their luggage. Brandon actually helped me carry his.
"Here, let me show you where I'm gonna sleep" Brandon said, as he took his heavy suitcase that felt like rocks out of my hands.
I followed him up the stairs and we turned into the guest bedroom where Brandon was going to be sleeping.
"There we go! Now help me unpack, oh and shut the door, I'm gonna change out of these clothes." He said in that cute southern accent that made me fall for him.
"Uh, should I get out of here so you can do that?" I asked him, while blushing a little.
"Ah heck no. You're a woman. I can let you watch me or you can turn the other way...whichever you feel is appropriate."
I blushed and nervously giggled as Brandon started taking off his tank top. When I saw his hot body, I stopped and stared and smiled.
"You like what you see?" he asked me.
"Hehe, maybe." I said with an innocent look on my face.
Brandon started to do a strip dance for me as he was pulling off his black jean shorts, revealing his silky red boxers.
"Want to feel them?" He said as his pants dropped to the floor.
"Hmmm...I do love silk," I said as I started to explore his silky boxers. I could see him getting aroused. I started to giggle a little and look at Brandon, sticking my tongue out at him. He then started to french kiss me. We were in each others arms and our hands were all over each other's bodies. While our tongues played, he was caressing my tiny ass and pinching it as I started to bite his bottom lip. We then stopped.
"You know we shouldn't be doing this..." Brandon looked said as he looked into my dazzling blue eyes.
"Yeah, you are right we shouldn't...but then, why does it feel so right?" I looked back.
There was silence. So we stopped and I continued to help him unpack. And then I left the room and let him change into his clothes. I left the room very wet. My pussy was yearning for his touch. My body was craving for him. I went downstairs and my parents were getting ready to leave. I asked them if I could hang out with Brandon and they said I could. So I went back upstairs and the door was closed.
"Brandon, can I come in?" as I knocked on the bare door.
