The summer after I turned 18 may never be topped. Now in my last year of college, I still find myself daydreaming of that small brown-haired girl who could always make me smile. Before that summer, I felt a little like a battery-operated toy that had yet to be flipped to the "ON' position. Every girl I'll ever be with has Carly to thank for how they are treated and loved by me.
Throughout high school, I'd had a few girlfriends but none that went very far. I was a decent looking guy and always attracted attention, but my anxiety issues always prevented me from taking things to the next level. The constant thoughts of not being good enough or wondering why a girl was with me made most of my relationships pretty short. I spent a lot of hours in darkened rooms playing PC games or writing web code for my friends.
Probably because of that, my Dad sent me off to stay with his brother on his farm in Iowa. He seemed to think a little sun and outdoor physical labor would be good for my health... and my skin tone. Uncle John was a good enough fella, but he didn't have much to say. When he 'interviewed' me before taking me on as a hired hand, he only asked "You going to listen?" I said yes, and he replied "We'll see."
Two weeks after high school graduation, I was picked up at the airport by Aunt Karen and my cousin Carly. I saw Carly every year or two at family reunion-type events. Based on our similar ages (she was about 6 months younger), we always ended up talking to each other. I found it fascinating how many words she could get out of her mouth without taking a breath. Even so, I liked being around her and nodding when I was supposed to. I didn't have much to say, but that was all right with Carly.
I couldn't help smiling when I saw Carly standing next to my aunt. Her normal ear to ear grin was just the way I remembered. Her face had slimmed a bit since the last time I had seen her, but there was still a hint of the cute round shape that made her look so friendly. Her curly brown hair was a little longer, as it now brushed against her shoulders. The biggest change had come to her body though.
She still had to round up to be considered 5'2", but the rest of her body had grown considerably. The white University of Iowa T-shirt she wore stretched across her chest was tight enough to make the O and W almost comically larger than the I and A. She was wearing impossibly short jean shorts and tiny little white tennis shoes with just a hint of sock poking out beneath her ankles.
I tried not to stare at her as I moved towards them, but she was making it difficult. She was already showing her usual excitement at just about anything in the world, bouncing on her heels as I reached them.
Everything
was bouncing. Even the few words I usually had to say were nowhere to be found.
Aunt Karen saved me with a huge hug. "Welcome to Hawkeye country Jacob!"
I responded with a weak "Glad to be here!" due to the strength of her grip.
As Aunt Karen released me, Carly put her arm around me and gave a tight squeeze. It was a friendly, innocuous gesture but it caused one of my arms to push deeply into one of her soft breasts.
"Welcome to a lot of corn and a whole lot o' nuttin else, Jake!" Carly nearly shouted.
I have no idea how she always generated so much energy. It made me tired just watching her sometimes. I gave her my best, toothless smile and forced out a "Can't wait to see all that nuttin' Carly."
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We all walked to the parking lot with Carly leading the way. I'm pretty sure I learned the details of every single minute she had lived in the past month in that 15 minute walk. I couldn't stop smiling as I walked with her. She was genuinely funny and the sheer volume of words and enormous amount of energy made me look forward to spending all summer here with her. It didn't hurt that her jean shorts continually rode up her thigh requiring her to pull them back down.
Carly had played soccer for most of her life and it showed. Her thighs were thick with muscle which supported an incredibly firm ass. I fought off a strong urge to cup one of those perfectly shaped cheeks. Not only would it have been inappropriate, but more importantly I'm not sure I would have been able to let go.
Carly and I had seen each other several times since we passed puberty, but I don't remember having any hormonal thoughts on those occasions. It was just nice to be around her for a couple of hours here and there. We were cousins and the unwritten rules applied without us even thinking about them.
Now, her openness and energy were a little too much temptation for me. I had never been anxious around Carly before. But Carly's energy caused the tight ball of loneliness that had been in my chest for months to loosen as we walked. I couldn't help staring at her; her brown curly hair, her deep brown eyes, how her bright red lips stood out against her perfect pale soft skin...
"Ugh!" I was so lost in my thoughts that I tripped over a curb and nearly fell on my face. I caught myself with the bumper of a large SUV, but not in time to save my knees from a good scrape.
Aunt Karen put her hand on my shoulder in concern, but Carly was laughing so hard no sound was coming out. I looked at her pathetically, praying she hadn't noticed how distracted she had made me. I think I lost a good 2 minutes "noticing" her on the walk.
As always, Carly knew how to make me feel better. She reached under my arm to help me up and chirped "Let's get walkin' you lush. They shouldn't serve under aged light weights on planes".
I again felt the softness of her breasts pressed against my arm. She seemed to linger a few extra beats allowing me to feel her taught midsection press against my hip and her cheek against my shoulder. I shifted my stance to ensure the growing bulge in my jeans wasn't noticed.
I turned red from the fall and Carly's jab at my clumsiness, but was able to laugh at myself. Aunt Karen gave Carly a sharp look, but it softened quickly. There was no being mad at Carly. She comically held on to my arm for balance the entire rest of the way to their car. I could feel how warm and soft she was pressed against me. She was so close I could breathe in subtle traces of her apple-scented shampoo.
As we drove from the airport, talk turned to my plans to attend Indiana University in the fall and her plans to start at the University of Iowa where she'd be playing soccer. She hadn't earned a scholarship, but the coach was excited for her to join the team as a walk on.
She was extremely confident she would earn some sort of scholarship once she got her chance to play. She told me she thought if she were 5 inches taller they would already have offered her the scholarship, but no one thought her short legs could get her down the field fast enough. I almost voiced the opinion that I found her short legs fine, but turned red at the thought.
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After getting home we had dinner with the entire family. Uncle John was quiet as ever, but he did seem excited to have me around for chores. He let me know he would be generous and let me sleep in on my first day tomorrow. Generous meaning 6:30 AM.
By the time I unpacked my meager belongings the sun was almost extinguished, leaving a dark purple streak low in the sky and a million stars up high. I washed my face and headed to bed. I usually did a pushup/sit-up routine before going to bed, but I was pretty sure I would get plenty of opportunities to work out in the morning.
I pulled the comforter off the bed and slid underneath the sheet. It was still a bit warm from the summer day, but the sheet helped fend off a cool breeze coming in through the window. I settled in with my IPad to continue reading a Vonnegut novel I had started on the plane.
In turn Uncle John, Aunt Karen, and Carly passed by my room to say goodnight. As they retired and turned out lights, the house became darker and darker. The light in my room ended up being the only outlier. I shut off my light and returned to bed to continue reading.
I heard Carly shuffle around for a few minutes in the bedroom adjacent to mine, but then everything was quiet. I dove into my reading again and was lost for 15 minutes or so when I heard a creak of a window pane. I figured Carly was opening her window a little wider to pull in more of that cool breeze.
The sound pulled me from my book and caused me to think of Carly. Her smile never left her face throughout dinner. At one point in her chewing, she caught me looking at her intently and promptly opened her mouth wide while she continued chowing down. My look of disgust made her giggle.
I tried to avoid staring by looking down at my food as often as possible. Unfortunately, that meant Carly's bare feet were right in my line of sight. Her feet were tiny, pale and completely unblemished. Her little toes ended in deep red polish which matched the natural color of her lips. I kept up with the conversation pretty well, but my gaze continued to go through a mechanical pattern of her eyes, her chest, her feet, her eyes, her chest, her feet...
I wonder if this is how fetishes start
I thought to myself. I started to harden under the sheet thinking of how smooth her legs looked, how soft her small feet would feel... As I started to reach down beneath the sheet I heard a low sigh come from outside the window. I looked up guiltily, but no one was there.
I sat as still as possible, one hand on my ever hardening member, listening for another sound. A long, slow exhale was the next sound to break the silence. The first sigh I thought I might have imagined, but there was no doubting this. I quietly slipped out of bed and inched my way towards the window. Crawling on all fours seems laughable now, but at the time I thought it was the most ninja-like method of transit.
I leaned my elbows on the window bench seat which ran about a foot under the window ledge. The matching windows for both bedrooms were the kind which jutted out from the second floor, breaking up the smooth descent of the roof. The kind of windows which look like eyes when they light up at night. There was probably about 12 feet between our two windows.
I looked out the window and could see the driveway, leading out a couple of hundred yards to an empty county road that passed by the house. A large moon made everything in the yard easy to make out, though with a bluish hue. The driveway was encroached upon by the knee high corn which had been planted for miles around the farm house. I could see their produce stand next to the road as a large dark shape. Past the road was another field of corn which ended a mile or so out in a line of trees.
I heard two more sounds outside the window which sounded very much like a short, deep inhale followed by a long, slow exhale. I slowly inched forward to see more on my left side and spotted a small white foot planted on a blanket out on the roof. The toes on that foot ended in a dark polish. I knew in the light of day that polish would perfectly match the color of Carly's naturally red lips.
I stared at that foot, my heart in my throat, wondering if I should say something. Then I noticed Carly's sleep shorts with little Iowa Hawkeye emblems slide down to the ankle which sprouted from that amazingly beautiful foot. The sound of inhale and exhale occurred again followed by a barely audible grunt.
Ung....
I heard a wet, sticky sound after another grunt. Her knee became visible as her legs spread. Now her beautiful foot which led to the gorgeous pajama-shorts-ringed ankle was connected to an ungodly sensuous bent knee. Her legs must have been spread very wide to be sitting at this angle comfortably.
