(Belated, indeed. But I'm uploading this on Jan 7th, which I believe is Christmas Day according to the Julian calendar... Or, it's really really really early for next year.
Yes, Virginia...There is a Literotica...)
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It was unseasonably warm here in the northeast, especially for the middle of December. Whereas normally, we'd have snowdrifts and below zero temperatures, for some reason this year, we had day after sunny day with temps in the sixties and even the high seventies on occasion. Someone had mentioned something about the "Arctic Oscillation" being in a positive tilt, which was truly something that I cared very little about hearing... Rather than the cause, I was more immersed in enjoying the effect. No snow shoveling, no heavy clothes, and actually more sunny days in a row than we experienced during many summers!
Anyway...it was warm. And it was during this wonderfully tilted Arctic Oscillation that we were gearing up for a Christmas reunion with my uncle and cousin from Hawaii. It was with a mixture of excitement and trepidation that I counted off the days, but when the time came around to pick them up at the airport, my mom, dad, older brother and I all piled into the van to make the long trip...
When I first saw Candi at the airport, I was truly amazed. It had been close to seven years since I'd seen my cousin. She and my uncle lived in Hawaii and the rest of my family lived, for the most part, in the northeast. This Christmas reunion had been in the planning stages for months and for all of those months I'd been reluctant to participate. I had friends and plans of my own and it was the Christmas break, for christ's sake! What I really wanted to be doing was spending as much time as humanly possible with my girlfriend, Meg. In addition, most of the people constituting my 'family' were of the type that held no interest for me at that time. Call it growing angst or whatever, but I had my own life to live. But that all changed that day at the airport...
Since I was with my parents, and the rest of my family, I had to actually concentrate on keeping my mouth from dropping open when I saw Candi walking down the concourse beside her father. I was probably in the fifth grade the last time I'd seen her, but I recalled her as having short, uncontrollable, mousy-brown hair, coke-bottle glasses and long spindly legs that looked like toothpicks. She was a year younger than I, so naturally, at that time, I didn't have the time of day to give her. I was entirely engrossed in Hot Wheels and skateboards and, even thought she relentlessly tried to butt in, I was relentless in my attempts at rebuffing her. I noticed my uncle John first. I was more familiar with him since he periodically stopped in our neck of the woods when he was in the area on business. His wife had died in a tragic Vegas tour bus crash before he'd moved with Candi to Hawaii. It took him a long time to recover, but supposedly was doing quite well on his own now. Tall and muscular, with long blond hair, he was the sort of person that one does not miss. With his powerful, heartfelt smile, he was an easy target to pick out. And the long red, 'elf' hat on his head wasn't exactly a disguise... But my eyes opened wide when I realized that the young woman walking next to him was Candi, and my mouth dropped open for the first time that day. In a word, she was drop dead gorgeous. (:))
Candi was only a few inches shorter than her father, with matching deep blue eyes and long-to-her-waist hair that was now deeply sun streaked with wide, flowing blond panels. She was grinning broadly as she strutted beside her father, her stride matching his easily since her legs seemed to go on forever. She exuded the island mystique with open strap sandals on her feet and light tan, low-waisted shorts that accented her deep tan and showed her belly button nicely. The fact that she was wearing shorts at all was quite a surprise, but obviously they'd been made aware of our unusual weather. And, in fact, my dad and I were both wearing shorts today, as if to say to the Hawaii folks that we had a little warmth here too! Okay, so we were suffering just a bit when the wind blew, but we really didn't care... We grinned at each other as we braved the 'mild' temps...
Anyway, Candi's shorts weren't too short to appear indiscrete, but they accented her perfect ass wonderfully. On the other hand, the cotton, button-front t-shirt she wore was damn close to indiscrete. It hugged her curves gracefully, but also accented her wonderfully noticeable nipples as she walked towards us. It may have been warm for us but, compared to Hawaii, I'm sure the two of them were now thinking twice about their choice of clothing. I really didn't care. I was enjoying the results of the chill of my cousin's breasts... I lost the battle I was fighting almost immediately and sensed, rather than willed, my eyes to drop to her tits. They swayed and jiggled so deliciously I had to stifle the groan that began in my belly. And the three inches of her exposed belly looked muscular and tanned like the rest of her.
I watched as if she were moving in slow motion, my eyes wide and my mouth open. When I saw her meet my gaze and smile, I nearly melted into the concourse carpeting. Her smile grew as her eyes met mine and she waved excitedly. I tried with all my might to keep my eyes on hers, but it was a hopeless battle as they slowly moved lower, again sweeping over her body. In my slow motion view, I watched her breasts swing and bounce in time with her steps and I felt my cock beginning to swell in my loose shorts. I had to force myself to tear my eyes up and away as they walked up to stand in front of us. I had no underwear on, and it wouldn't be a good thing to greet my cousin with a tent in my shorts. Thankfully, I was able to will the swelling away. For now...
The perfunctory greetings were shared between all present and, for a brief moment, I kicked my own ass back into reality mode, shaking hands and giving my younger cousin a proper "cousinly" hug and kiss. Stepping away though, I saw a devilish look in her eyes that made my heart skip a beat. She'd obviously seen my reaction to her appearance and was pleased. I had a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time I saw that look...
After the necessary wait for luggage and awkward conversations, to say nothing of the new, more stringent security measures in the luggage area, we all piled into my parents new van. My dad and his brother sat up front, laughing and joking around like teenagers. My mom and older brother Bob sat in the middle row, and I was lucky enough to be relegated to the rear seat with Candi. She grinned at me as she fastened her seatbelt, and we took off towards our town, which was nearly an hour from the airport. During the trip, we all tried to talk together, but as everyone knows, that is nearly impossible inside a moving vehicle. Eventually, conversations settled into their own little cells...my dad and Uncle John talking in the front, my mom and brother pretty much dozing off, and Candi and I sitting in the back....
I spent a lot of time avoiding eye contact, nervously staring out of my window as the tires hummed below us. But, as I was soon to learn was her penchant, Candi took the initiative, instigating conversation by asking about a particular landmark or commenting on something or other. Forced to respond politely, I found my attention ultimately returning to her. I had to seriously concentrate on keeping my eyes fixed on hers...a plight that seemed to amuse her. Whenever her eyes would return to her own window, I let my eyes move over her body. Her seatbelt settled wonderfully between her tits, pulling tightly against her chest and pulling her t-shirt closer. I found myself staring at her tits and her very prominent nipples. I wondered if they were always that hard, or if it was the cooler temperatures...and truly wondered what they would look like exposed... Again, I felt my cock growing inside my shorts and turned my attention back to my own window. Candi, though, continued to interrupt my attempts to behave. Each time my silence extended beyond her acceptable limit, she would make another request or comment, drawing my attention back to her.
She had asked me about some grain silo or something and I turned to respond. She was smiling slightly and looking out of her own window, her head turned away from me. She pointed out the window at something ahead of us, and I was required to lean towards her to see just what she was referring to. The heady smell of her perfume caused the blood to flow ever swifter to my growing cock as I began to answer her question, then my voice unconsciously trailed off as my eyes returned to her breasts... I didn't recall the top three buttons of her shirt being undone before... I'm certain I would have noticed, given the attention I'd paid to her tits. But maybe it was just the closeness...maybe the angle...maybe the way the seatbelt settled between her breasts... Who cares...? The bottom line was that at the moment, the glorious swells of naked breasts greeted my eyes. The only thing holding her shirt closed was the tight seatbelt, but it appeared to me that she'd even moved that lower. My words stopped in my throat and I simply stared...
