This is my very first story posted to Literotica. I have certainly enjoyed reading the stories here for the past couple of years, after a lover (and her husband) introduced me to the site. ;) I have already written most of this story so I'll post the next chapters fairly quickly while I write the ending. I wanted to post the first chapter on Canada Day though, given that I'm Canadian and the story takes place in Toronto.
NB: This story does take a while to get to the actual sex. And as the title suggests, the story involves cousins so if that's not your thing, please check back for one of my other stories of a different genre. Feedback and constructive criticism appreciated! Hope you enjoy...
Day 1 - Friday:
I parked my little blue Honda Civic in the huge driveway in front of the 3-car garage. My Aunt Deb and Uncle Steve were pretty damn rich -- more well-off than my own parents, that's for sure. Looking up at their huge house (almost a mansion, really) made me wish they were the ones footing the bill for my university education! Oh well, at least they were paying me for my "babysitting" gig -- looking after my cousin Caylee for the summer while they were in France. She didn't really need a sitter; she was only 2 & 1/2 years younger than I was and heading into Grade 12 in September, but I wasn't about to argue with them! Unfortunately I
was
about to lie to them...
My sister Hannah was supposed to be with us for the whole summer but was instead going to be spending lots of time with her secret girlfriend back home (our family was religious and pretty damn close-minded to boot so she was keeping both the GF and the fact that she was a lesbian on the down low). Not so cool to back out on me, but hey, she was going to pay me her share so I didn't really have any complaints. Even if Caylee was still the annoying teen girl I remembered from when we last saw her, I figured I could handle it, no problem.
With all of these thoughts jumbling around in my head, I walked up the front path and rang at the set of double doors at the front entry. It played one of those dumb little melodies that rich people seemed to like having instead of a normal doorbell. I refrained from rolling my eyes.
Uncle Steve opened the door and welcomed me inside with a manly clap on the back. "Matthew! So good to see you! I heard you did very well in your second year at university!". He pulled my suitcase in for me and I set down my backpack and gym bag beside it for now.
"Yes sir" I replied politely "And thanks to you paying me to hold the fort here for the summer, my tuition for third year will be half paid." That was kinda how I saw things -- mostly a house-sitter, taking care of any issues that might be beyond Caylee's skill set. But I suspect her parents were counting more on the "babysitting" role than I was.
"Well, we are happy to help you while you're helping us; we are very grateful you'll be here to keep an eye on our little Caylee-bear!" Uncle Steve confirmed my suspicions while ignoring my hint that I was looking at this little gig differently than they were. Jeez, who still calls their 18-year-old teenager such a baby nickname? I felt embarrassed for her already.
"I'm sure that won't be too much trouble. I'm more worried about working all the gadgets and gizmos -- I hope you're leaving instructions for things like the security system?"
"Of course, of course." he assured me, leading me through the house towards the huge open concept kitchen and family room at the back. "I've prepared a binder with all sorts of info like that, including the rules for Caylee. For instance, there's a list of approved friends allowed over, and times she can do so -- female friends only! I expect you and Hannah to help enforce that one!"
Again my eyes twitched as I tried to resist rolling them. Was he kidding me with the `approved friends' deal? I was kinda glad they were leaving so soon after my arrival, taking advantage of as much of the summer as possible but not wanting to be away while Caylee had been in school I suppose.
"Speaking of `you guys', did Hannah not drive down with you?" he asked, seeming to just be realizing it was just me. With an almost 6-hour drive from home, it would have made sense to carpool; I may have to sell Hannah's lie here.
"Nah, she really wanted her own car. Eager to check out the big city!" Technically, these things were true -- Hannah was eager to check out some of the sights in nearby Toronto, she just wouldn't be doing it this summer. "And she had some plans this weekend -- all the time in the world come Monday though."
Luckily, Uncle Steve made the assumptions I wanted him to -- that Hannah would still be joining us for the summer as planned. Phew, I was glad I didn't have to actually lie. Reaching the kitchen, we connected with Aunt Deb, who was making a nice supper for us all to share -- our one meal all together before they shipped out for their early morning flight tomorrow. She gave me a big hug and fussed over me a bit. Although she shared the family's conservative upbringing and views, my mom's sister seemed a little more genuinely fond of me than her overbearing and strict husband.
"So great to see you, feels like you've gotten even taller than we last saw you but maybe I'm just not used to you being so grown up!" I smiled, endured some more metaphorical cheek-pinching and was glad when they asked me to go out back to check out the pool and call Caylee in for supper while I was at it.
I stepped through the slider doors into a beautifully landscaped yard with a huge in-ground pool and even a hot tub. Wow, this would be like staying at a fancy hotel for me! What a sweet gig.
I continued looking around and could almost hear the record scratch in my brain when my eyes landed on a blond sprawled in a lounge chair. This hottie could not seriously be my little cousin! Wow, OK, get your head out of that train of thought, Jacobson! I scolded myself.
But I mean whoa... from what I remember, Caylee had been pretty smart and nerdy, into things like sci-fi and math. Messy hair, braces, a little chubby but in a cute way. And she'd had an aggravating crush on me that had led to her following me around at family things. Before our grandparents died, we used to get together a lot more often but that was several years ago now so I hadn't seen her in a good long time. My dad was a little more chill than the family he'd married into (especially my uncle) so I suspected he was happy to avoid them.
