Disclaimer: Although my crush started when I was younger, any sexual activities actually happened after I turned 18.
*The following is a very fond memory of my childhood. It might seem unnatural to some, but I still get turned on whenever I think back to those days. *
I grew up in The Netherlands, just outside of Amsterdam. My mother is German, and all of our family still lives there. When I was young, my parents would take my older sister and me on weekend trips to Germany to visit the family. They didn't all live in the same city, so whenever we went, we would visit a different aunt and uncle and their children. My grandmother had nine living children, and each of them had at least one child themselves, so there was a lot of family to visit.
One of my favorite uncles lived in a little town right outside of Hamburg. My sister got along greatly with my female cousin and I liked my male cousin Peter very much as well. He actually was the oldest of all my cousins and in my opinion the cutest too. He always had this dreamy look in his eyes, which I which I thought was very sexy. When the time would come to go to sleep, I would always get an air mattress put in Peter's room. Since he was ten years older than I was, he would go to sleep a lot later than I had to, so for many years I would not hear his coming into the room and going to sleep.
As I got older though, my bedtime changed and I could pretty much decide for myself what time I would turn in. Mind you, when I wrote earlier that I thought Peter was sexy, that became quite an understatement when I hit puberty. Every time we would go to Germany, I was hoping it would be his house we would spend the night at. I can't count the number of times I laid in bed, thinking about my cousin. One day I decided to see if he might feel the same about me as I did about him.
At 18, I pretended to have a headache during dinner and retreated to his bedroom to lie down. Of course I had brought just the right outfit to wear, while lying on the bed pretending to be oh so sexy and asleep. I wore bright pink boy shorts, which accented the globes of my firm ass. As a top I wore a little halter bra, in the same matching color. After more than two hours of lying on my stomach, waiting for Peter to come in, the door finally opened and someone walked in. Since I pretended to be a sleep, I don't know who it was, but my guess is that it was Peter who saw me stretched out on top of the covers, one knee pulled close to my body, the other leg straight. I had placed my weight on one of my shoulders, so my ass was raised up a little bit. All I heard was someone coming in and standing near the doorway for what must have been a solid two minutes. Then the door closed and whoever it was left.