My cousin’s infatuation with me began when we were kids. Hadley was 13 and I was 16, to be exact, and back then her parents were constantly busy -- working late, going on trips, socializing -- and they didn’t want to leave Hadley and her little brother Brian home alone. My family lived just down the block, so I was enlisted to keep an eye on them. I was the sitter.
Brian idolized me, but Hadley loved me. She named a Teddy Bear after me, even though I told her Steve was a silly name for a stuffed animal. She hugged me at the door when I arrived and when I put her to bed. At family events, she would follow me around like a puppy. Once, when I was on a date, I saw Hadley at the restaurant. She was with a friends family. I went over and said my hellos and introduced Jill. As I was leaving I saw that Hadley had tears in her eyes. It was flattering that she had a crush on me, but I knew it would pass.
Soon Hadley and Brian grew too old for me to babysit them and I left for college.
One year, our families went to Miami together over the Christmas holdiays. It was New Year's Eve and after we'd celebrated with a large, delicious family dinner, our parents decided they wanted to continue partying and were off to a few bars. Hadley and Brain were obviously underaged (18 and 15 respectively), and while I was invited to go out with the oldsters, I decided to hand with "the kids," although they were hardly that. Brain was playing football on the Freshman team and Hadley, a senior in high-school, was dating boys, and had undoubtedly had typical high-school experiences. Still, Hadley was a girl. She was petite and had short black hair, cut into a page-boy. Her tits were very small, but pert and she had tiny, tight little ass.
When we got to the hotel we hung out together in "the kids suite" and watched the Dick Clark New Year's show on TV. The suite had two bedrooms. One for Brian and Hadley and one for me with a sitting room in between. I had bought a few bottles of decent champagne, which we sipped and made toasts with, as each time zone reached the New Year. It was about 2:00 when Brain and Hadley went to bed. I crawled into bed soon after. A few minutes later I heard Hadley pad across the floor, then felt the bed move as she lay down next to me.
I turned on the bedside lamp and was about to ask Hadley if I could get her anything when I looked down at her. Hadley was stretched out on her stomach right next to me. Her t-shirt had gathered up to her waist and I could see her perfect young butt and her white cotton panties with little pink polka-dots. She glanced up at me and, seeing me flummoxed, smiled a little smile. “Go ahead and look, Steve. It’s OK with me.”
I couldn’t say anything. Then she turned towards me and stared into my eyes. “Do you think I’m pretty Steve?”
She was coming onto me hard, but she was my cousin and only 18 so I responded in the only way I could. “Hadley, you are very pretty. And when you meet a boy your own age that you like, he’s going to be a lucky guy.”
She responded, “But I don’t want a boy, I want you,” and she leaned in to kiss me.
Before her lips reached mine, I grabbed her face hard and insistently. “It can’t happen Hadley -- for about a million reasons. I’m sorry. Now go to bed.”
But she just sat there looking at me. I could see the tears well-up in her eyes. The truth is, I was turned on by her. She was a little Lolita. Pretty and sexually forward and young and so sexy in her T-shirt and panties. Finally, after several minutes of silence, she got up and went to bed.
I knew I’d hurt her but I also knew that I had to. After that weekend, when I had rejected Hadley, things were different between us. For one thing, I was nervous around her -- I couldn’t help but think about how sexy she looked lying on the bed with her panties and the curves of her ass exposed. I couldn’t get the sight of those pink polka-dot panties out of my mind! And she was distant with me -- undoubtedly out of embarrassment.
That was three years ago. I moved to New York after college and I recently got a call from my mother who told me that Hadley was transferring to NYU. She was coming a few weeks before school started and my mother wanted me to show her around the city. I was looking forward to seeing her again and willing to play tour guide.
I was working so I couldn’t meet Hadley’s plane, but I had sent my spare keys so she could get into my apartment and settle in. When I got home from work she was taking a shower. “Hey Hadley.” I called through the door.
“Hey Steve,” she called back. “I’ll be done in a sec.”
“Take your time, Had.”
I was just popping a beer when she came out of the bathroom wearing a short robe and drying her hair with a towel. Hadley had grown into a sexy young woman. She still had black hair, but it had grown to about shoulder length. She was a bit taller (about 5’ 3”) than the last time I'd seen her and grown a few inches in other areas as well. Her breasts were naturally larger, about grapefruit sized and she had womanly hips. But she still kept her girly-ness, if you know what I mean. She had a high voice and was more cute than beautiful. She was a pixie. A nymph.
“Hadley, it’s great to see you,” I said as I went in for a hug.
“You too, cuz. You look great.”
I’d grown up a bit too, I guess. I run several miles per week and spend a little time in the gym, so I’m fit. I’m about 5’ 10” and have wavy brown hair that I keep fairly long. I’m no movie star but I don’t have too much trouble getting dates either.
“Thanks Had.”
