As soon as the door to his hotel room shut behind them the older man took his teen cousin into his arms and began kissing her deeply, both of them groaning as two days of sexual tension were finally being fulfilled. Pressing her delicate frame against the door he crushed his muscular bulk against her while she wrapped both arms and one leg around him, needing to feel as much of his bulk as possible.
When his roaming hands found her small breasts he growled in his throat finally free to squeeze flesh that had been taunting him since first meeting her on the beach. Pulling back Craig watched almost disbelieving as his big hands groped the girl through the satin of her New Year's gown. The pliant flesh felt sensational under his palms and the hard nipples that had been tantalizing him for hours brushed his skin deliciously through the fabric of the dress.
At last his powerful, scarred hands were touching her breasts and Ondrah couldn't have been happier. Relieved to have permission to touch him now the girl ran her small hands over his broad back and felt a thrill massaging the sculpted physique. Unable to stop ogling him since the beach when he'd hugged her mom with the whole family affectionately watching, at last she groped him hungrily. The entire clan seemed to get a kick out of the reunion between the muscular, dangerous looking man and her beaming mother, except the few younger members of the family like herself who'd never met him before.
The same hands she had been impressed with as the big man gently, but firmly shook her little hand only yesterday morning now squeezed and groped her breasts with equal care. The worldly girl was dazzled by his attention, her reaction uncharacteristically intense. Guys loved touching her boobs, small as they were, because she showed them off whenever possible, but something about Craig's touch inflamed her deeply.
Needing to see her breasts, the big man unclasped her dress and pulled the tight, clingy garment from her pale flesh, exposing the coral pink of her nipples in the light of a lamp on the bedside table. The fall of her long, pitch black hair contrasted erotically with the exposed expanse of her naked torso. The curl of dyed locks fell to the slight rise of her breast, guiding is eyes to her perky orbs, capped with nipples begging to be suckled.
Granting their plea Craig drew her right nipple into his mouth, circling the tip with his tongue while massaging both breasts with his needy fingers. Squeezing her flesh he lifted her nipples and ravished both for a time, his mouth greedy for as much of her as he could take.
There were too many reasons why the two of them shouldn't be together; Craig was twenty five years older than Ondrah, they were cousins once removed, her mother Katherine was his favourite cousin and they'd had a deep connection since their teens and this would hurt her deeply, and Ondrah and Craig had only met yesterday when the entire family met for New Year's in Hawaii. Yet in spite of, or perhaps because of all that the thrill each of them got from the taboo nature of their lust made what they were doing all the more exciting.
Craig was the sexiest man Ondrah had ever seen in the flesh, old or not. The sculpted muscles of his body were irresistible and the many scars and signs of battle aroused something primal in her she couldn't have named if she tried. The fact that her mother adored him and that everyone seemed to like him impelled her to do something nasty with him.
To Craig Ondrah was a cliched angsty teen deep into her goth phase, dyed hair, chipped black nail polish and heavy make up. The reason she was able to seduce him was how well she wore the whole vibe. Oozing sex appeal Ondrah stirred filthy yearnings in Craig he was powerless to resists even as disciplined a soldier as he was.
As his thousand-yard-stare met her seen-it-all-jaded-teen eyes, two sets of pale blue locked and each saw a kindred spirit, the challenge offered and accepted in an instant, merely awaiting the opportunity to pit wills.
It had followed almost right away after Katherine introduced her daughter to the man who had saved her life as a girl.
"This is the dude?" Ondrah had challenged, easily understanding how a man as deadly looking as Craig could have taken on three attackers even as a teen, but scoffing out of habit.
Clearly excited to tell the story in front of the subject, Katherine had spun the yarn with flare, including all the listeners sitting on chairs under wide umbrella's on the gorgeous hotel beach.
"Craig was visiting from the boarding school he'd been sent to after his folks died in the crash." Katherine said it gently, one hand idly rubbing one of his impressive shoulders. "I was showing him the pretty valley that runs through the centre of town. I admit I was just looking for a reason to have him all to myself away from the rest of the family."
Everyone who remembered smiled indulgently at the memory of her school-girl crush on her cousin. "Three weirdos, probably homeless guys, but maybe just scruffy looking drug addicts I dunno, but they emerged from the trees we were passing and called out asking for a light. None of them had any cigarettes visible and Craig told them we didn't smoke." She smiled at her cousin who was looking awkward under all the scrutiny.
"Even then Craig was well built. I suppose military school does that right?" Katherine got a chuckle from the group who were all aware of how much Craig had achieved in the service. "But there were three of them and they weren't looking for a smoke, if you know what I mean."
Ondrah knew very well, she had inherited her mother's petite frame, elfin looks and all the unwanted attention being small and pretty brought, but Ondrah gave none of the docile submission to male authority her mom seemed so willing to give. Ondrah glanced at her mom's husband Dale and sneered thinking about his failed attempts to domineer the feisty teen.
"The creeps started spreading out around us and Craig took my arm and started leading me down the path."
Typical, Ondrah thought.
"'Where ya going?'
The guy who asked for the light says, sounding aggrieved, like we insulted him or something. Craig says
'We have an appointment.'
Sounding all formal y'know how he does? Craig pushed me down the path and I'm almost running but the guys ares still coming.
'We just wanna talk to your girlfriend.' One of them says and I'm thrilled and terrified because I like that he thinks I'm Craig's girlfriend..." the big man blushed, "....but I'm old enough to know he doesn't mean talk.
So I'm moving down the path but I realize Craig isn't behind me any more. I look back and he's stopped in the path between them and me, standing straight up and holding out a hand like he's instructing them.
'I don't appreciate the implication about my cousin, sir.'
Sir! He called that dirtbag sir!
They laugh at him and one says 'Whatta ya gonna do 'bout it sonny?'
And Craig says.
'I advise you to go about your business before someone gets hurt.'
There is no fear in his voice. He's just offering them a chance to leave, nothing more, but they don't notice how calm he is in the face of three-on-one... idiots. They come for him and I could hardly see what happened. Craig starts moving his arms and legs and the fuckers-sorry mom-" Ondrah's Grandma feigned shock. "The clowns start yelling and falling on the ground. Before he finishes Craig kicks all of them in the knee and I hear snapping from one of them. Craig pauses for a moment to assess if any of them are getting back up, but they're just whimpering and cursing, so he takes my hand and pulls me on down the path and we go home. Craig wasn't breathing hard, didn't seem perturbed of even excited. It was just like brushing bugs off his arm, but I couldn't stop shaking for an hour!"
The family murmured their opinions of the whole ordeal, everyone familiar with the story, but never had it been told by the victim herself in front of the hero himself and people rose to give hugs, pat backs and share memories of those years.
Ondrah watched him, during the story and after, and didn't see any sign that he needed the attention or relished the admiration. When he noticed her scrutiny his expression as he smirked and rolled his eyes implied he didn't take himself all that seriously and that none of the hoopla the family was getting up to mattered a bit.
Enjoying the small moment of connection Ondrah had with him, she reacted naturally the way she would with any attractive man she didn't know. She flirted. Pulling the black, silk pyjama shirt she used as a beach cover off her body and showing him her tiny, home-made, burgundy string bikini. Ondrah made most of her own clothes and this bikini was as small as she dared wear around the clan, but it left little of her slender body to the imagination. Settling on a lounger she stretched out her lithe form, displaying herself for the middle-aged soldier, daring him to ogle a teenager.
The grizzled veteran casually took in her performance while engaging with the conversations around him. Keeping the girl in the corner of his eye he offered her just enough attention not to insult, but made sure no one was aware that she had piqued his interest. Craig lived a hard life and had few tangible ways to blow off the considerable steam being an elite soldier built up. Weight lifting, MMA fighting, hard drinking, gambling and, ideally, seducing desirable women who challenged him were his methods. Nothing else worked and the latter worked best.
Making maddeningly banal conversation with his family was only made bearable by the dangerous allure of his teen-aged cousin. The overt offer she presented bemused him. Watching the other men of the clan he saw they too noticed her but no-one seemed as affected as he felt. Most were married with kids so perhaps that explained it, or maybe it was simply that living on the razor's edge of life and death forced him to see potential pleasure more clearly.
Whatever the case Craig had no doubt he was going to bed his favourite cousin's daughter, it was just a matter of doing his best to reduce the damage such an act would have on those he cared about.
Hidden behind the barrier of her cell-phone Ondrah kept the family at bay while ogling her older cousin. As the day had warmed and the drinks begun flowing he had removed his well-fitted floral print shirt and revealed the lean, sculpted musculature of a professional warrior. Scars crisscrossed the carved sinews of battle hardened flesh. They weren't grotesque scars and hardly drew attention from passing tourists but within ten feet it was obvious he had been shot and stabbed multiple times over the years. Some wounds looked white and faded with time, others pink and raw only months old.
The girl gazing at him with horrified lust building in her loins took several pictures to send to her friends after editing. Squirming in her tiny thong she wanted to rub her tingling clit as she regarded her attractive older cousin. The infrequent glances he threw her way only heightened her attraction to him. Clearly he knew she was interested and he was indicating he was considering it.
Ondrah was not used to being unsure whether a man wanted her or not.
