Hannah had always been a beautiful girl growing up, but being so much older than her I never thought of her as anything but a child. I was 8 when she was born so by the time she turned 18 I was 26 and engaged to be married. The summer before she went off to college, however, I learned that my cute little cousin had grown into quite the heartbreaker.
It was late in August when I finally got some time off to go to the shore and unwind. My fiancee, Patricia, doesn't like the beach, so I decided to go on my own for a few days, which caused quite a row. The argument ended with me storming out to spend a few days of peace and quiet at my uncle's shore home. He was in California for the month, so the house would be empty. Or so I thought.
When I arrived, I was startled to find Hannah and two friends lounging in the back yard. As it turned out Hannah and her friends Nikki and Beth had decided to take one last trip to the shore before they all went their separate ways to college. Hannah's father (my uncle) had given them permission to stay at the house alone, provided that they not drink and not bring any boys to the house.
"I think Daddy would be ok with you, though," she said to me, with a wink.
I marvelled at how Hannah had grown into a beautiful young woman. She was relatively short, about 5' 4'', and very thin. Despite being so petitte she definitely had curves where a woman should....she had legs up to her neck and a nice round, plump rear. Decked out in her tank-bikini she was quite a vision, and when she had embraced me at our greeting I felt her ivory smooth skin which had been warmed by the sun.
The four of us just hung out for the rest of that first day. That night the girls talked me into using my over 21 status to purchase some wine, and we sat out in the back yard in our bathing suits, feet dangling in the kiddie pool, getting totally sloshed. After a while Hannah and the girls started getting playful and began splashing each other. The water clung to their bodies and with that and the alcohol I drifted into the realm of dirty thoughts. After several minutes of watching the girls splash and squeal I had developed a semi-hard-on, which through my suit was fairly obvious. At one point I caught Hannah looking at it, and a small smirk crossed her lips.
That night I slept in the downstairs bedroom, while the girls bunked upstairs. Thoughts of dripping wet Hannah danced through my head, and the famous half-mast reared his head again, creating a pop-tent below the covers. About an hour after we had said our goodnights, there was a light tapping on the bedroom door.
"Jack?" came the little voice. "It's me, Hannah? Can I come in?"
I said of course and the door opened.
Silhouetted against the hallway light I stared at my little cousin standing in the doorway. She was wearing a short nighty that came down to her mid-thigh. The light showed through the thin material and I could see every delicious curve of her supple young body. She came all the way into the room and closed the door.
"Is it all right if I stay in here with you? I can't get any sleep up there," she pleaded.
"Um, sure, I guess," I said. "What seems to be the problem?"
Although I couldn't see her face too clearly, I could hear her frustration as she let out a sigh and flopped down on the bed.
"It's Nikki and Beth. They're going at it like animals, and they're sooooo loud."
"Oh!" I let out, trying to sound cool about the fact that two 18-year-old lesbians were having sex right above my head. Hannah giggled a bit.
"Does that come as a shock to you?" she asked. "Kind of," I admitted. Then I thought of the three way splashing fight from earlier. "You're not...?" I started, but Hannah instantly cut me off. "Oh no, I'm straight as an arrow, babe." She laughed gleefully and hopped under the covers. She pushed into me to create space on the bed.
