My wife Amanda is, quite frankly, the most beautiful woman I've ever known: perfect 34C breasts, toned ass, washboard 6-pack abs, naturally tan skin, adorable freckles... and a beautiful face that could grace the pages of a magazine.
However, Mandy's physical perfection paled in comparison to her humility and wonderful caring personality. It's why I love her so much and, literally, adore the ground that she walks on.
But when I was barely 21, I met a girl who captivated me and took my breath away. I was in love with her even before I realized it.
Her name was Samantha. And she's my cousin.
I grumbled to myself as I finished unpacking the rental car. I had just finished my 2nd year of college. There were many other things that I wanted to do this summer, and spending a week in California with my parents at a family reunion wasn't exactly on the top of my list. I had never been close to my extended family on my father's side. My parents and I lived on the East Coast, and the rest of his family were mostly clustered in California. I didn't know any of them and, honestly, it never bothered me.
The flight to California was 5 hours-not including the damn 2 hr layover in Chicago-and after we finally landed, it took another 4 long hours to claim our baggage, pick up our rental car, and drive to the campsite where the reunion was being held.
The campsite was actually a resort. Situated on the coast, it consisted of a large, luxurious-looking hotel with a huge campground surrounding it. The entire property had direct access to a pristine beach that seemed to have perfect sand. All in all, I had to admit that the resort was scenic and gorgeous, and it made me feel better about the trip.
My father had a bad back at the time, so I discovered we had reservations for a hotel room. I assumed we'd be toughing it out in the sticks for the entire week, so I was a bit surprised. But I was fine with it; less hassle than camping.
We checked in, quickly freshened up, and began walking around the premises looking for family. It was the middle of summer, so the resort was packed. Throngs of people were everywhere. But we randomly encountered family members...aunts, uncles, and cousins whom I hadn't seen since I was a child or had never even met before...and there were hugs, laughter, and lots of catching up with my parents. I smiled, and tried to act interested.
These people were, after all, my relatives.
At one point, after my parents and I had wandered onto the campgrounds, we found ourselves talking with my Uncle Bruce, who was my father's younger brother. I barely remembered him. I knew he was married to a woman nabbed Tabitha, whose face I could barely remember, and that they had a daughter named Breanne, whose was slightly older than me and whose face I definitely did not remember.
As my parents and I made conversation with Uncle Bruce, I suddenly noticed a girl hovering nearby. She was tall, around my height at 6'2, and athletic-looking, and her long blonde hair was braided into a side ponytail. She was wearing a thick pink hooded sweatshirt, so I couldn't make out how big her breasts were, but she was wearing cut-off denim shorts that were rolled tantalizingly high up her thighs, and accentuated her long legs.
I felt a powerful attraction to her, she was easily the hottest girl I had ever seen.
My parents' conversation with my Uncle Bruce quickly became vague background notice as I gazed admiringly at the girl, feeling a tightness instantaneously developing in the front of my pants. In fact, I stared at her until she noticed and made eye contact with me. I smirked at her, boldly letting her know what was on my mind.
She blushed, which was such a stunning sight that it caused my heart skip a beat, and covered her mouth to hide her embarrassed grin. There was something peculiar about her reaction, and I suddenly felt suspicious.
Uncle Bruce turned to the girl and beckoned her over. She approached us, smiling angelically, and came to stand right next to me. I was so awestruck by her natural beauty that I couldn't comprehend where this was leading.
"Sweetheart, come meet our family... your Uncle Ned and Aunt Tina," my uncle said to his daughter. Then he gestured towards me to my sudden horror. "And this is your cousin."
Cousin.
Damn it!
I groaned inwardly. So much for getting to know this girl intimately. I shifted awkwardly and desperately tried to save face. "Hi...uh, Breanne, right?"
My cousin laughed, and it sounded like beautiful music. She spoke, and had a very pretty voice. "No, Breanne is my older sister. I'm Samantha. But you can call me Sam or Sami. It's nice to meet you...cousin."
There was a subtle emphasis on the word "cousin" that made me cringe. I looked at my feet, desperately hoping no one noticed my blushing.
My parents and uncle chatted for a bit longer. Uncle Bruce mentioned that Breanne would be arriving on her own later that day, but a look of sadness and disappointment briefly flashed across his face. Quickly diverting attention from himself, he joked that I probably wouldn't recognize his older daughter since I had only been about 2 years old when I last saw her.
Samantha, or Sami as I affectionately called her, simply stood close by and grinned at me. Clearly, she was relishing in my discomfort. But family or not, she was still immensely attractive, and I stole furtive glances in her direction. It was very hard not to stare at her.
Eventually, Uncle Bruce said to his daughter, "Sam, why don't you show your cousin around for a bit? Just make sure you both make it to the conference room in the hotel by 5pm. That's where we're meeting with the rest of the family and having dinner."
Despite my dismay that this gorgeous girl was my blood relative, she still caused a gentle stirring between my legs. I looked at her hopefully.
To my delight, Sami responded, "Sure, dad! We'll make sure we get there on time. See you soon, Uncle Ned and Auntie Tina!"
"Stay out of trouble," my mother told us playfully as she turned and left with my father and uncle.
Once they were gone, I looked at Sami. She was still openly smirking at me. I coughed and fidgeted, trying to think of something flippant to say.
"Aaawwwkkkaaarrrdddd," she teased me, drawing out the word.
In spite of everything, I began to chuckle, and we suddenly burst into laughter together. The awkwardness immediately dissipated.
"I'm really sorry about earlier. I had no freakin' clue that you're my cousin!"
"How about let's try this again, but without the weird sexual tension?" She extended her hand to me. "Hi, I'm your cousin Sami."
I shook her hand and told her my name. Her light-hearted personality immediately won me over, and I couldn't believe how perfect she was.
After we exchanged initial pleasantries, we began to talk as she gave me an impromptu tour of the campgrounds and beach. I learned that Sami was almost 19, which was why I didn't remember her; she hadn't even been born yet the last time I saw my Uncle Bruce and Aunt Tabitha! She had just graduated from high school, and would be attending University of Southern California in the fall, which wasn't too far from her home, but far enough to be away from the watchful eyes of her parents. Breanne, who was older than her by almost 5 years, was her only sibling.
Sami was extremely open and easygoing, and within the first 15 minutes of meeting her, I felt as if I had known her for years. Unfortunately, I found myself as sexually attracted to her as I had ever been to anyone, and I had to keep reminding myself that she was family.
