As a child one of my most favorite places in the world was my grandparents cottage. It was a rustic little place on the shore of a reservoir, set back in a large pine woods in Wisconsin. At night the wildlife fluttered around the cabin lights and by day the wildlife ran or flew from tree to tree in an unending ballet of wild motion. I cant begin to count the number of hours I spent sitting with my grandmother soaking a worm off the dock for bullheads and perch. It was a love of fishing that I just was never able to fully satisfy.
My cousins and we were there frequently in the summer, and while I didn't always get along well with my one brothers and sister, Julie, the closest in age of my four first cousins, and I got along well and when I wasn't fishing I was hanging out with her. We didn't see each other nearly as much in the colder months, since my dad's job seemed to move us farther and farther from them every few years. But summer was our chance to catch up and talk about all kinds of stupid stuff. I just enjoyed spending time with her... even if she was a "girl".
Over the years that closeness seemed to fade as we moved farther away and our families got together less frequently. From once every couple weeks it turned to once every couple months. Fall turned to winter and we would get to sled together or play some pool in their basement. Seemed like we did the traveling, but I didn't mind. I still enjoyed catching up with her when we got together.
The years didn't seem to change the cottage much though. It was still the same little cottage, the only amenities being running cold water and electricity. We had a flush toilet, but if you wanted hot water you had to make it on the stove. That meant that cleaning up at night wasn't a bath or shower, but a sponge bath out of the sink. I got very adept at washing my whole body in little more than a liter of water. The lake began to change though. Much of the timber that was flooded when they created the reservoir was being cut off by the feet thick ice in the winter and new fishing holes opened up, if you knew where the original channel was to get to them.
Time finally came when I finished high school and moved out on my own, starting work as an electricians apprentice. It was ok work and it gave me plenty of weekends off to drive the four hours up to the cottage for a weekend of relaxation with my grandparents. My grandfather taught me the routes to get to the good fishing and I loved going out in the old aluminum mirrocraft, the thirty five horse mercury engine making the light weight boat fly across the top of the waves with only me in it. I can't even begin to count the number of hours I spent slow trolling the mudflats for walleye and northern pike.
As the first winter came in Indiana, I continued to work as an electrician, doing industrial projects with other electricians of the company. I had a knack for it and quickly learned the methods and codes required. I was often assigned to some of the most complicated wiring projects because I could visualize in my mind how each of the components worked. However when work was slow I was often relegated to those kinds of tasks the more senior electricians didn't want, like changing lights in a parking lot in a snowstorm. Yeah, that was when I decided there had to be a better way to make a living and maybe, just maybe the idea of going to college wasn't such a bad idea.
Needless to say it wasn't too long before I was enrolled in a program at Purdue, which would unfortunately take me two more hours away from my favorite place in the world. But that was the cost of improving my options in life.
As my last summer came before school started I spent as much time as I could at the lake, knowing that I was not going to get many more chanced once it started. The amount of time I spent up there also meant I connected with Julie quite a few times as well, spending a lot of time talking about both of our upcoming school years. Even though she was a year behind me, because of my year out working we would end up as freshman at the same time. I could tell she was torn, her current boyfriend was going to go elsewhere, and as much as she cared for him, he seemed to think that his departure to an out of state school was the end of their relationship.
For myself... well I was between women, having recently broken off the engagement with the woman I had been going with for nearly a year. That in itself is another story, but the reality was, I was single and that was fine with me.
My last week at the cottage was going to be alone, my grandparents unable to be there because of their own jobs. I took the whole week off of work and went up to just relax one last time before moving down to West Lafayette. It was a great week with many hours of quiet fishing being spent. In the morning I would sit on the peer and watch the sun rise, the ripples of the lake making the morning sun dance on the trees. It was probably the most peaceful I could remember in a long time. It was Thursday, and I knew I had only one more day and I was determined to make the most of them. After a nice breakfast of eggs and sausage I put the boat in the water and headed out with a lunch packed, headed for farthest of my fishing spots, not expecting to be back till early afternoon.
It took nearly an hour of motoring to wind my way through the old channel, the trees sticking out of the water only feet from me at times, before I made my way around the last bend to where the upper dam was. As I had anticipated, it was flowing water to hold the reservoir I was on at level while the power company dumped water through the turbines in the lower dam to make power. I rigged my rods and spent the next few hours trolling back and forth across the humps and shoals in the channel and pool created by the water dumped from that upper reservoir. The trip had been worth it and I caught quite a few nice fish.
Of course the disadvantage was the distance I had to go. Now, with lunch well past, it was time to head back to the cottage. My arm was pretty tired of pushing and pulling the tiller when I finally made the last turn around the island and headed across the open water toward the cottage. As I approached the dock I throttled down, surprised to see someone laying out in the sun on the dock.
"Jules! What are you doing up here?" I asked as I eased the boat in next to the dock and shut down the engine.
"Decided to come up for one last trip before I had to start school." She said as she got up and grabbed one of the ropes from me to tie the boat to the dock.
Over the years I had watched her fill out and had to admit that there was a fair amount of sexual attraction on my end, being stopped only by the fact that she was my cousin and it was deemed....well...wrong for cousins to have sex. This was the first time I had ever seen her in a suit like this though. It was an incredibly skimpy white bikini, the bottoms barely big enough to cover her mound and definitely not large enough to cover much of her well tanned butt. As she bent over her easily C cup tits strained against the small triangles of cloth that made up the top, held in place only by several small strings. From my vantage point down in the boat the view was....spectacular!"
"Glad you came up. Wasn't expecting you though." I said as I looked up at her standing on the dock above me, a few whisps of blond hair peaking around the extremely tiny covering over her crotch. I could see there was a dark spot on the white material that had to be wetness from her pussy. The thinness of the suit allowed the outline her meaty outer pussy lips to stand out before the white material narrowed and disappeared between her legs.
The reaction in my shorts was immediate and distinct, with my hardon filling my shorts by the time I gathered my lunch cooler and other odds and ends. She held a hand out for me and I took it as I climbed onto the dock, standing nearly a half foot taller than she was. I looked down at her as she reached around me to give me a hug, noticing that her nipples were hard points jutting out of the front of the tiny white triangles of suit as she moved in against me for the hug.
"Glad we could connect one last time." She said as she pulled her body tightly to mine, her hips pressing against mine and my hardon pressing against her soft body.
"Me too." I said, trying not to let my cock override my brain as I felt her hard nipples press against my chest.
It seemed like forever before she finally released me, and keeping one arm hooked around my waist, walked next to me, her hip riding against mine as we walked back up to the cottage.
"So what are your plans for this afternoon?" she asked as we walked up the path through the trees to the cottage.
"Well, I was thinking about a swim." I told her as we approached the cottage. "It was getting a bit warm out there. Then I have to clean some fish."
