I had fallen in love with my cousin Samantha--or "Sami", as I affectionately called her--from the moment I laid eyes on her.
We met for the first time 3 days ago, at our family reunion in California. During our first day together, we had simply talked. By the second day, we were falling hard for each other and holding hands on the beach.
By that evening, we were having sex.
That was 2 longs days ago. After that, we had planned to secretly meet in her tent every night, in the midst of the resort campgrounds, literally, surrounded on all sides by family. Sami and I both knew what we were doing was wrong, and that the potential to get caught was high. But we were helpless but to give into sinful needs of the flesh.
Unfortunately, our desire to meet clandestinely at night didn't go as planned. Our family reunion was in full swing, and there were constant activities, excursions, and other get-togethers that took up our time. Sami and I were together for the majority of it, and we would furtively cast a glance at each other, knowing how badly we wanted each other. More than once, I had to resist the urge to reach out and touch her...to hold her...to kiss her.
On the flip side, I was having a lot more fun on this family reunion than I had expected. I had never really known my extended family, and to meet a multitude of them, most of whom I never even knew existed, was actually an extremely wonderful feeling. It gave me a sense of belonging, like I was suddenly part of a greater whole. Because of Sami--perhaps even in spite of her--I felt an alien sense of familial fulfillment.
My parents and I had arrived in California last Saturday. It was now Tuesday. We were scheduled to return home to the East Coast on Friday, which was why I was impatiently waiting to sneak away with Sami again. We both were acutely aware that our time together was running out, and wanted to make the most of it. We thought we'd be able to spend more time alone than we were able to, since there were so many family events to attend.
We currently found ourselves in a small tour bus with our parents heading north for a daytime excursion in the mountains. My parents sat in the front seats next to my Uncle Bruce and Aunt Tabitha. Sami's sister, Breanne, who was almost as beautiful as Sami, had elected not to join us.
Too bad, I thought. Breanne, with all of her body piercings and tattoos and voluptuous figure, was food for the eyes.
My cousin and I sat all the way in the back, 2 empty rows of seats separating us from our parents. As our they chatted extensively, Sami and I were lost in our own conversation. We sneakily held hands, careful to keep it hidden from view. Sometimes, we when our conversation waned, we would simply stare deeply into each other's eyes.
Our parents were completely oblivious.
At one point, I was looking idly out of the window, when I felt Sami's hand on my inner thigh. It sent a tingle through my body immediately. I looked at her and smiled, but my cousin didn't stop there. She slid her hand further up, rubbing the huge bulge that had rapidly developed in my crotch. I gave an audible sigh. I didn't need to tell her to continue, or what I wanted. Sami very quietly unbuttoned my pants and, maintaining a casual expression so no one would notice anything amiss, she calmly reached into my pants and began stroking me.
I grinned at her and then turned to look out the window again, unable to maintain eye contact with her and afraid someone would see my rapturous expression. Sami kept her motion slow and steady at first before gradually tugging more heavily. I was breathing harder now, and had to bite my lip so I wouldn't moan aloud.
I closed my eyes, imagining that my burgeoning cock was buried in my cousin's mouth and that her lips were vacuumed-sealed around my circumference... her head gliding up and down the entire length of my shaft. I idly wondered if Sami could fit me completely down her throat.
My manhood was rock-hard and burning from the friction. Sami kept her body still to avoid detection, but she was masturbating me more furiously now with just a flick of her wrist. Things were building up to a wicked crescendo, and my lungs, just like cock, was about to burst in ultimate elation.
Then Sami stopped.
I nearly groaned in dismay. My erection was in such dire need of release that I almost finished the job myself. But my cousin planted a furtive kiss on my cheek and whispered in my ear, "Just imagine what you're going to get tonight."
My penis was hard for the rest of the bus ride.
I was completely sore in my crotch when we arrived at our destination, a hiking lodge at the base of one of California's many picturesque mountains. After a brief respite, we set out on one of the main trails, backpacks filled with necessary supplies, following markers to a waterfall that was situated near the peak. It was still early morning when started; with any luck, we'd reach our goal by noon.
Unfortunately, it was soon apparent that Sami and I were going to quickly outpace our parents. My father's troublesome back slowed him down, and my Aunt Tabitha quickly developed blisters on her foot. They urged Sami and I to go on ahead without them, but naturally we wanted to remain as a group.
However, after about an hour of light hiking, we decided to break for a while, and our parents urged us to continue without them.
"We can't keep up with you kids," my father puffed. "Go on without us, and we'll meet you both at the waterfall. If we're not there by 1 o'clock, just find us on your way back down the trail."
Sami and I looked at each other, then at our parents.
"Go on." Aunt Tabitha made a "shoo-ing" motion at us. "We'll be fine. Go have some fun. We'll be right behind you."
It took a little more cajoling, but eventually Sami and I gave in, and separated from our parents. We continued up the trail alone. After about 5 minutes, once they were completely out of sight, my cousin and I pulled each other close, and kissed heartily. There were a few other hikers on the trail, so we tried hard not to be too graphic with our public display of affection! We continued the rest of the way hand-in-hand, and although Sami was my blood relative, I couldn't help be so in love with her, and believe that I was meant to be with her.
Such is the naiveté of youth.
When we finally reached the waterfall about another hour later, Sami smiled.
The waterfall was several stories high, and cascaded down the face of the mountain. It emptied into a huge crystalline lake in a thunderous roar, with mist splashing back up to the heavens. Sunlight reflected off the running water to cast a rainbow-like prism.
Sami stared at the majestic scene. "It's beautiful," she breathed.
I looked at her from the side, wonder etched on her beautiful face, the curves of her profile making my heart beat just a little bit faster. "Yes...yes, you are." It was a cheesy thing to say, but so appropriate in the moment.
Sami smiled at me and led me toward the water while still holding my hand. There was a wide strip of beach at the water's edge where a handful of people already wandered. We placed our backpacks on dry land, rolled up our pants, and tentatively stepped into the lake up to our ankles.
I was expecting the mountain water to be freezing, but it was actually quite warm.
