I was 20 years old and about to finish my sophomore year of college. As a 20 year old man I was full of sexual energy that begged for frequent release. Yet as I retained my virginity, the release was always self wrought. My virginity was not by choice, per se. I'd just not yet had the opportunity. That changed over the coming summer in a way I had never suspected.
My search for a summer internship was not a long one. My uncle, Scotty, is a director of videos. Music videos, commercials, and he even occasionally works on films. He offered me an internship at his production company. I would further my knowledge in how to run cameras, setup lighting, and edit videos. It was an excellent opportunity and one for which I was grateful. Scotty even offered to let me stay at his house and feed me during the time. I gladly accepted the offer and shortly after school ended I headed out on the 5 hour drive to get to his house.
Scotty's house is one with which I was intimately familiar. I had grown up spending holidays there. It was a very big and nice house by my standards, as Scotty made good money. Not only did my uncle procure a sizable salary, so too did his wife Jenny. Jenny is a producer for another company that makes videos (again music videos, instructional and training videos, commercials). Jenny is a fair bit younger than my uncle and not the mother of Scotty's daughter, my cousin Ariel.
Ariel and I have always been friends. She's two years younger than I, putting her at 18 during that summer, and we always got along as kids. Even then as (mostly) adults we always enjoyed each other's company. I must admit the prospect of spending the summer with Ariel was a wonderful one. Not only because we'd get to spend time together as friends, but also because she was gorgeous. Not that I gave any serious thought to having a romantic encounter with her (she's my cousin after all), but I joyed at the thought of getting an opportunity to see her in her underwear or pajamas, or maybe even catch a peek of her getting out of the shower.
Ariel had, and still has, the kind of figure for whom tight black clothing was created. She had a skinny waist and hips but a beautiful round, narrow bottom protruded behind her. She had long legs, arms and neck. And despite her petite frame, her chest was an ample C-cup at least. Perhaps even on the lower end of D's. Her body was wonderfully proportioned. Her beautiful face was adorned with long, straight, dark hair. Her dark skin, a light olive, matched mine and signified our shared Danish heritage. Though it seemed to skip Scotty, Ariel shared the tallness enjoyed by myself, my father, and his parents.
And then there was also Jenny. Just at 40 years old she was almost 10 years younger than Scotty. Her skin was pale, her hair dark and at the length of her shoulders. She was more rounded than Ariel. Bigger hips, bigger chest. Though a very fit woman indeed. She was also gorgeous and I was sure she would be in my thoughts more than once while alone in the shower over the coming summer. Though Ariel would certainly dominate the eye of my sexual desires.
When I arrived at the house I was greeted by the trio of my relatives. They welcomed me and helped me carry my luggage to the sizeable basement. Everyone else slept on the ground floor leaving the large subterranean level to me. I shared it with guitars, drumsets, keyboards, computers, Christmas decorations, and the odd cat who would come down to pay me a visit.
We ate dinner and chatted. Then, as I was tired from the day and would be starting the internship the very next morning, I headed downstairs to bed. That first night was very normal. But it would come to be the only normal night I ever spent in that house again.
Now it is pertinent to mention that I typically sleep nude. As any 20 year old man is well aware, certain nocturnal circulatory peculiarities render pants an uncomfortable binding. I enjoyed the freedom my nakedness afforded my seemingly constantly engorged cock while I slept. My eyes flitted open that morning to a surprising, but very pleasant sight. Ariel was standing in front of me in a baggy black t-shirt. I'm certain she was wearing panties underneath it, but it hung low enough to act as a short dress.
"Hey, sorry it's early. Dad needs to talk to you." she informed me. As she turned to go I saw her catch sight of my very erect penis, tenting the thin sheet which lay on top of me. I hadn't had a chance to even think about it before I noticed her gaze. I quickly turned my hips and said I'd be up in a few minutes.
She giggled. "Don't be ashamed, I know what happens to boys at night." I couldn't think of anything to reply. Then with a smirk she added "Didn't look like you had anything to be ashamed of anyway." I was completely dumbfounded by her shocking words. I'm certain my astonishment coupled with my waking drowsiness made the expression on my face one of complete comical confusion.
As she walked way she stretched her arms over her head as though in a yawn. By doing so she granted me an answer to my earlier silent query. She was wearing panties. A black thong to be precise. My jaw must have hit the floor as her round little ass was revealed to me by the rising of her shirt. It took every ounce of will power within me to get my raging erection down to a manageable half mast, get dressed, and head upstairs. Jenny, Scotty, and Ariel were eating breakfast and a place setting was laid for me.
"Big news!" my uncle said. "I'm off to London. A position for an assistant director on a new British series opened up and I got it! I'm going to spend the next four months on location." Uncle Scotty apologized that he wouldn't be around while I was there over the summer but he gave assurance Jenny and Ariel would take care of me.
That day Scotty took me to work and got me set up on the project I'd spend most of my time on. It was a series of commercials for the local state lottery. I didn't need to be into work until about 1pm every day and would be done around 7-8pm. The day went well and I was excited for the coming months.
That evening Scotty and Jenny went to bed early as Scotty's plane left in the small hours of the following morning. They bid their goodnights and left Ariel and I watching a movie. Once they were behind a closed bedroom door Ariel turned off the movie and said "Let's go downstairs."
I didn't think much of it so I followed her. She went down and sat on a sofa and motioned for me to sit next to her. "What would you like to drink?" she asked as she almost immediately stood up again and walked over to the downstairs bar. Did I mention my aunt and uncle were wealthy?
Now I'd had some drinks before, but really not much. "I'm not sure." I answered. "I guess just make me one of whatever you're going to have." Then with another thought. "What if we get caught?"
"My parents allow me to drink as long as I'm responsible about it." she answered. "They wouldn't mind."
With that, Ariel handed me a red colored something that tasted rather good and was dangerously absent of strong bite. She plopped down on the sofa close to me and lifted her legs to rest them on my lap. Immediately my penis began to react but I tried to stay calm and control it.
"I want to play a game." she said cheerily. "Truth or dare." I looked at her dubiously and she just smiled back at me with her beautiful face accented by gleaming white teeth.
"Ok" I said tentatively, taking another sip of my drink. "You go first though."
"Truth!" she said with little hesitation.
I tried to think of a fairly innocuous question. "Alright, do your parents have any big secrets?" I asked.
"Definitely" she said. "Are you sure you want to know?" she questioned with a smile.
