John walked through the door into his grandparent's house, where his family on his father's side gathered every year for the 4th of July. The moment he walked through the door, he saw his sister Rebecca and his cousin Cassy sitting on the couch. He immediately knew they were going to be trouble. Both of them were wearing matching skirts, just ever so slightly too short to wear to a family event. Their shirts were loose flowing garments that hung just past their belly buttons. They were just thin enough for John to see the hint of Rebecca's rather large nipples. They looked up at him in unison, both of them beaming with mischievous grins. This was going to be a stressful family gathering.
John hadn't been able to stop thinking about the evening the three of them had a few days prior. They had not made any contact since then, and he wasn't sure what either of them thought about it in hindsight. When John saw Rebecca at the house she acted normally, and John never brought it up. He figures she was trying to figure out how the two of them should act at home together. They obviously had to be careful.
After John had said hello to everyone, and people's attention returned to whatever they were focused on before, the two girls jumped up to hug John together. Both of them pulled themselves close to John, making sure he knew he was right about there being no bras. "Bras aren't the only thing we're missing," Cassy whispered into his ear. Rebecca looked giddy but said nothing as they both went back to the couch, leaving him to wander around and think about that for a while.
John made small talk with family members for a while until lunch. Right as everyone was heading to grab their plate, the door opened. Mia and her father came in. They weren't related but they were close family friends and they made it to most family gatherings. Mia's father didn't have any family, and her mother died when she was young, so they have always considered John's family their family. Mia had grown up with John, being only a few months older, and they were as close to cousins as two completely unrelated people could be. She was wearing much more appropriate summer clothing for the occasion, a simple shirt and Capri's. She was beautiful, and John had always fought his attraction to her, much the same way he did Cassy. She was one of his best friends and he didn't want to risk losing that. She was also friends with Rebecca and Cassy, though not as close. They were the only people in the family within their age group.
"Hey John," said Mia.
"Hey yourself," said John.
"I brought my swim suit, are you and the girls planning on swimming later?"
"I am, I assume they brought their's too."
John and Mia continued to talk for only a moment before the smell of food and the threat of missing out on rolls urged them to go eat.
After dinner John went to sit on the couch next to Cassy. Cassy looked up from her conversation with a relative John barely knew. She shifted her legs, putting one over the other. John quickly glanced down but did not get a good enough view to know if she was wearing panties or not. Then her father showed up.
"You know John, Cassy has been telling me she's wanting to learn how to do more with her hands," her father said.
John stared blankly for a second, trying to get his mind out of the gutter and focus on what he probably meant. Cassy had stopped talking and was listening in on the conversation, fighting back a grin. She subtly inched closer to John, as if she wanted to add to the awkwardness for him. "Oh really? Like what?" John said.
"Woodworking, mostly. Maybe you could show her your tools sometime, maybe do some hands-on learning on how to use them?"
"Yeah, I'd really appreciate it if you let me get my hands on your tools. Maybe we can make something together, and you can teach me how to join together a proper butt or lap joint?" Cassy said.
John was incredibly thankful that the obvious hints seemed to go over his oblivious uncle's head. He managed to stay focused on the conversation he and her father were having, and not the second more subtle conversation he and Cassy were having.
"That would be great. I know of a few pieces of a equipment I bet she would enjoy using. We'll have to set a date and get together for that sometime. Just make sure to bring dirty clothes, the lubes and oils I use on some of them can make a mess,"
Cassy quickly looked away, though John could see the smile she was hiding.
"That sounds great," she said.
To John's great relief, Cassy's mother came up and talked to her husband, ending the conversation.
Later that afternoon, Cassy approached John outside where they were just finishing up a loosely ruled game of soccer. As she approached, John was enraptured by the sight of a sweaty Mia in a lightly damp white shirt.
"Want to show me what kind of tools the barn loft has? I can bring my own lube, if it helps," said Cassy with a sparkle in her eye.
John hesitated for only a moment before walking towards the barn with her. They both silently climbed the ladder up to the dusty loft, where they would have relative privacy. It was far enough, and closed up enough, from the rest of the family that no one would hear them.
As soon as John got up the stairs Cassy grabbed him and kissed him deeply. John had an immediate reaction to this, and as Cassy pushed up against him, she noticed it as well. Cassy quickly began unbuttoning his jeans when John pulled her over to a stack of unused boards and pulled them off before sitting down.
Cassy kneeled in front of him, green eyes never leaving his as she took his cock into her hot mouth. He had fantasized about scenarios like this for years, never imagining the hot cousin of his fantasies would be not only willing, but eager to make them come true. After a few heavenly minutes of her moving her head in a rhythmic pattern, playing with him using her tongue, the tack room door of the barn opened. They both froze.
John held a finger to his lips, and Cassy saw a chance to ignore him. She saw it as a challenge. Cassy grabbed that finger, and sucked it too. John looked at her as if to say "Now is not the time!" as she let go of his finger and lowered herself to his other appendage.
John heard footsteps and talking from within the tack room as Cassy returned to her plaything. It wasn't long before he recognized the voices. Mia. And her mother.
