Buttercup 01: Ante Up!
This is my first submission in this particular area of Literotica, and is quite different from many of my other stories. All depictions of sexual activity are between consenting adults 18 years of age or older.
Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper...
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I ended the call and set about cleaning the condo up, hoping it would meet Candi's approval when she arrived. She would be here in a little more than four and a half hours, having just left her parents' house in Carlsbad.
Candi -- short for Candace -- is my younger cousin, and I agreed to let her stay at my condo in Albuquerque. My name is Tim Wheeler, and I'm a second-year student at the University of New Mexico. Candi will be starting her first year this August.
Both of us are only children but we spent a lot of time together growing up and always got along very well. My parents and I lived in a house outside Roswell, New Mexico, about an hour and a half north of Carlsbad. We visited each other several times a year, on holidays and over the summer.
When she was born, my grandfather nicknamed her "Buttercup," and the name just stuck. All the adults used to call us "kissing cousins," although the reason escaped me at the time, since she and I had never once kissed. Sure, we spent a lot of time together growing up and I always enjoyed our visits, but there was nothing more to it than that.
In fact, the first time she ever kissed me was at her high school graduation, just a couple weeks ago. I went down to see her graduate and applauded when she got her diploma. I was so proud of her for graduating in the top five percent of her class.
After congratulating her and visiting with my Aunt Pat and Uncle Grove, I went to my truck and was about to leave when I heard her calling to me. I turned around and saw her running over to me, holding her straw hat on her head.
"Hey, Buttercup," I said. "What's up?"
"This," she said as she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a scorching hot tongue kiss full of promise. I was beyond shocked, and never expected anything like this.
"Whoa," I said when she broke the kiss. "What was that all about?"
"Well, I'm over 18 now, so I can kiss whoever I want," she said with a huge smile. "Everybody says we're kissing cousins, so I figured, 'what the hell?' Wouldn't make to make a liar out of them, would we?"
"I suppose not," I said.
"Seriously," she said. "I just wanted to thank you for letting me stay with you. I figured it was the least I could do."
"Well, you're welcome," I said. "When are you coming up?"
"My dad's taking us all to California for a couple weeks," she said. "He's taking us to Disneyland and a few other places. When we get back, I'll pack up and come on up. I promise to call you before I leave."
"Alright," I said. "I'll send you directions."
"You'd better," she said. She looked around for a few seconds, then leaned into me and gave me another kiss. I felt myself responding to her and much to my surprise, she began grinding herself into my crotch. What the hell, I asked myself. When she backed away, she gave me a knowing smile.
"Something to tide you over till I see you again," she said, her eyes twinkling. "I'd better get back, my parents are waiting for me."
"Okay," I said, a bit flustered. She giggled as she lightly ran a hand over my jeans. "Watch it," I told her playfully.
"Love you, cuz," she said as she left with a wave.
"Love you too, cuz," I said, giving her our customary farewell. But there was something much different about this farewell. For the first time in my life I thought of Candi as a woman, and not just as my cousin. After watching her walk away, her long wavy hair bouncing as she went, I got in my truck and headed north.
About two hours later, I pulled into the driveway of the house I had grown up in. My father, Jacob, worked for the school district and my mother, Martha, ran her own bookkeeping business from the house. Between the two of them, they made pretty good money.
On top of that, my dad was something of a financial whiz, and came up with a plan to get me through college without taking out any student loans. He always thought he could do better than the government-sponsored 529 plans, so he set up an account for me when I was born. He and mom put a small percentage of what they made into it, and they invested it in various stocks. When I graduated, he handed me a passbook showing I had just over $700,000 saved up.
I was more than shocked. On top of that, my grades in high school were high enough that I was able to get a full ride to the University of New Mexico for four years, so I took some of the money in my account and put a hefty down payment on a two-bedroom condo in Albuquerque.
They talked Pat and Grove into doing the same for Candi when she was born, and she graduated with just over $650,000 in her account. That would more than pay for her education, and she wouldn't have to be burdened with any student debt.
Mom and Dad asked me about letting Candi stay with me since we would be going to school together. I thought long and hard about it before making my decision. On one hand, I didn't want to give up my freedom, and I had already established the second bedroom as an office and study area.
On the other hand, I looked forward to having Candi there. So I decided to try it for a while and see how things worked out. I moved some things around and brought in a twin bed for the second bedroom.
Seeing me pull into the driveway, my mother came out and greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Dad grabbed my bags after giving me a manly hug and we went inside. We sat down at the dinner table after they got me situated for the night.
"So, how was Candi's graduation?" Dad asked.
"It went well," I said.
"She sure has grown into a lovely woman, hasn't she, Jake?" Mom asked.
"She sure has, Martha," Dad said with a smile. "Reminds me a bit of you when you were her age."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, sir," she responded, smiling back. She turned to me. "It sure is nice of you to let her stay with you, Tom," she told me.
"Well, she is my favorite cousin," I said.
"She's your only cousin," Dad said.
"She sure does think the world of you, Tom," Mom said, looking at me with a bit of a sideways grin. Did she know something I didn't?
"Well, I think the world of her," I said.
"That's good to hear, son," she said. "I'm sure the two of you will get along just fine. You always have, you know." I went to bed that night in my old room, thinking about everything that happened that day. The next morning, I left after wolfing down one of Mom's world-class breakfasts.
I heard from Candi almost every day over the next two weeks. She sent me pictures and short videos of her and her folks as they traveled about southern California. I especially liked the photos of her wearing a bikini on one of the many beaches out there.
Then the day came when she called to say she was finally heading out the door. It was just after 3 pm when she called, so I looked for her to show up sometime around 7:30 or 8:00 that night. She said she wanted to leave earlier, but her father wanted to double-check everything on her car to make sure she'd be safe on the road.
She finally called to let me know she was in town and would at the condo in about a half-hour, so I ordered a pizza and waited. She showed up about five minutes after the pizza had been dropped off. I opened the door to see her standing there wearing a tiny pair of frayed and ripped denim cutoffs and a short t-shirt that left her midriff bare. Of course, she topped that off with her old beat-up straw hat. God, she looked good enough to eat.
