Sarah's POV
It's not unusual for a person to look forward to summer- barbecues, parties, no lengthy seminars in overcrowded lecture halls. But for me summer always meant vacation in the Adirondacks and even though I was 18 and it meant being several hours away from anyone I knew, I still looked forward to it just as much. Summer meant fresh mountain air, the close proximity to Lake George, and, most importantly, Kyle.
We started trips to the Adirondacks when I was four- me, my dad, my dad's business partner and his son Kyle. Kyle is eight years older than I am and the object of my affection for as long as I can remember. He has dark intense eyes and jet black hair which he usually keeps swept to the side. The best thing about him is his smile, which he doesn't do very often but when he does it travels all the way up to his eyes causing them to twinkle. During his later teen years I didn't see much of him; even though he came to the Adirondacks he was always going off with loud groups of kids that I didn't know and coming home smelling strongly of beer. But the last few years he has been different, quieter. Dad says he has "sowed his wild oats".
This summer was also going to be different because Dad and Mr. Silver (Kyle's dad)'s business required them to spend a month in Europe negotiating a merger with another company. For a while, it looked like I was going to have to stay in my hometown but then Kyle offered to "babysit" me so that we both got to enjoy the summers to which we were so accustomed.
My reaction to this was mixed. Part of them groaned inwardly, mortified at the thought of being seen as nothing but a kid. The other part of me was thrilled. Just me and Kyle. I'd have him to myself for weeks.
I drove up to the cabin one day in early August. Kyle had already been there for several days and the house contained plenty of evidence that it was home to a bachelor. Beer bottles littered the kitchen counter and cans spilled out of the overflowing recycling bin. The bedroom at the end of the hallway (traditionally Kyle's) was overflowing with clothes, creating a trail leading out to the hallway. Kyle was nowhere to be found and not wanting to be a burden, I immediately set to work cleaning. After I cleaned the kitchen, I took a few tentative steps into Kyle's room. I hadn't seen Kyle in months and I took a few deep breaths, inhaling the distinct aroma that was Kyle's- a combination of male muskiness, deodorant and a faint trace of cologne. I took a seat on the bed and picked up one of his inside out sweatshirts.
"Sarah watcha doing?" I practically pissed myself. There was Kyle, standing in the doorway with an amused but quizzical expression. His hair had grown longer and it covered more of his face, concealing his expression and making it harder to read. I jumped to my feet. Oh God, how was I going to talk my way out of this one?
"Kyle! Hey!" I said trying to sound casual while trying to think quickly.
"Sorry to be in here. I was looking for...a sweatshirt," I held it up hoping it wasn't completely see through.
"Forgot how chilly it could be up here? Well, come on Sarah give me a hug," he pulled me in for a hug, nothing overly touchy, the kind two cousins might give each other. Yet I felt my heart pounding anyway and prayed he couldn't hear it.
We spent a few hours catching up in the kitchen while he heated up some cold pizza. I was flattered when he offered me a beer, telling me it would be our little secret. Clearly he didn't think of me as a little kid anymore. I tried to look cool and sophisticated sipping at the beer even though I had only drank once or twice and the taste still felt kind of alien to me. After dinner, he suggested a fire in the pit outside.
"You sure you wouldn't rather go out with your friends or something?" I asked him, not wanting to be a burden. He smiled.
"Of course, Sarah. I haven't seen you in months. I want to spend time with you,"
The words (said in his deep voice which always had a touch of huskiness to it) sent tingles down my spine and into other places. Maybe it was the beer but I was feeling very warm, a heat beginning in my lower stomach and spreading throughout my body. I got to my feet, trying not to sway.
"Sure, just let me change into something else," I said and left the room, convinced he could see my knees shaking nervously and hoping he couldn't tell that I wanted nothing more than him to push me back onto the table and fuck me.
Kyle
I consider myself to be a man of considerable self-control. Which is why I wasn't worried about being left alone for several weeks with an attractive young girl who obviously had a crush on me. But I have to say my resolve wavered slightly when I saw her in my room, on my bed, holding my sweatshirt. I had watched her for several minutes hungrily examining all the curves in her young body while I had the chance. I wasn't exactly sure when Sarah had blossomed- there were quite a few years when I had been distracted with girls of my own and a wild college life.
But one day I turned around and instead of the awkward little girl, I saw a young woman in every sense of the word. Large breasts proudly jutted forth from her chest, something I'm sure she was a little self-conscious about at first as she tried to conceal them with sweatshirts and baggy shirts. As she grew more comfortable in her skin, her shirts grew more form fitting. Like today.
She was wearing a fairly modest but well fitting V-neck shirt exposing the very tops of her breasts. They bounced slightly when she walked and I struggled to not look at them. The rest of Sarah was on the smaller side but she had shapely hips and a nice firm ass which I couldn't help but check out when she turned around. What guy wouldn't?
Now it was just the two of us under the stars. She was seated directly next to me and if I was discreet I could see directly down her shirt. She wore a pink lace bra which did a pretty adequate job of hiding her breasts but I still felt the familiar stirring in my groin and had to stare at the grill for several minutes until it went away.
"So how's Roger? Are you still with him?" Roger was Sarah's last boyfriend- he had dropped by last summer and stayed for several nights in a nearby hotel. He was a nice enough guy but in my personal opinion sort of dull. Intelligence wise, there was no way he could keep up with Sarah.
"Nah we broke up a while ago"
"Sucks," I said taking a sip of beer and trying to look sympathetic. On some level, I knew I was pleased though.
"Nah its cool. We weren't compatible".
"Intellectually?" I asked taking another sip.
