** All events portrayed in this story are purely fictional. Although based on real people, names have been changed to protect identities. The events in this story have not happened. **
I have always considered my family to be rather beautiful. The family is full of gorgeous blonde women and tall men. We were not always very close when we were growing up, but have since grown up to be good friends. All the cousins look out for each other and no one ever feels out of place.
Although all of my female cousins are beautiful, one has always attracted my attention more than the others. Her name is Ashley and she is 28. She has always caught my eye. Her body is amazing. She is, at best guess, about 5'8", 120 pounds, blonde hair and blue eyes. Her blonde hair is long and flowing that doesn't take much attention to make it look amazing. That hair reaches down to her perfectly perky breasts, which I estimate to be about 32C. Ashley's personality has always sparked my interest. We are both very similar in attitude. We don't like to be bothered by the fakeness of some of our family friends. Both of us would rather remain relaxed, mellow and enjoy some people watching.
As we were growing up, Ashley and I always seemed to find each other's eye when we thought something would come off as ridiculous. It always brought a smile to our faces to know that someone thought and felt the same way. This always made me feel rather close to her because she was a couple years older than I was. Once she graduated college she began to spread out and took off to live in different places across the country. This caused us to drift apart as we rarely saw each other.
One weekend, Ashley came home to attend one of our cousin's weddings. As the night progressed, we got along very well; kind of like she had never left. Throughout the wedding reception we often caught each other's eye when we thought the dancing was a bit ridiculous or both agreed that the DJ was terrible. She looked particularly beautiful on this night. She was wearing a flowing cream and tan dress. The dress was low cut, exposing her beautiful breasts to the sunlight. As she had been living in California, she had gotten a gorgeous sun-kissed look to her skin. It wasn't excessively tan, but it was just enough to bring out the natural color in her skin, especially around her cheeks.
I had noticed that Ashley was getting bored with the reception so I asked her if she wanted to go grab a drink at the outdoor bar. We both grabbed a beer and started to walk along the golf course. We shared stories about our lives and started to become slightly drunk, as these were not our first beers of the night. Once we returned back to the reception, we sat next to each other, continuing to enjoy each other's company. However, as the reception ended, we didn't want the night to end.
Ashley and I walked to my car and she decided to come home with me, rather than going and spending the rest of the evening at her parents' house. We drove to my house in somewhat of an anticipatory, awkward silence. This feeling was inexplicable, as there had been very little tension between us all night. We reached the house and walked inside. She asked me if she could use some clothes to sleep in, so I gave her some nylon basketball shorts and a t-shirt. This didn't work for her. She threw the clothes right back at me and asked for some boxers and a "wife-beater." I quickly obliged and she walked to the bathroom to change.
I pulled out two more beers for us to continue the flow of conversation. She walked out of the bathroom, the boxers showing off her amazing legs, while the wife-beater outlined her breasts beautifully. I couldn't help but stop and stare. Ashley smiled as I picked my jaw up from off the floor. I tossed her the beer and we sat down on the couch with the TV playing in the background. Throughout the rest of the night our conversation drifted from life in California to work and even dating. Neither of us had had very successful dating lives in recent years and this translated into our sex lives as well. As the conversation shifted to that of a sexual nature, it began awkwardly but morphed into a rather easy and comfortable talk. Ashley began getting tipsy as the conversation continued. We moved closer as the night progressed and were soon knee-to-knee on my couch.
Ashley started getting tired and laid her head on my shoulder as we talked. I could smell the alcohol on her breath, but the scent was muted by the smell of roses coming from her perfume, which still clung to her skin lightly. I turned my head towards Ashley and said, "You smell like flowers."
