Stella stared somberly out of the cottage window into the driving rain. Normally Georgian Bay was filled with sail boats, kayaks, and the occasional power boat. Right now it looked more like a choppy ocean with big waves, whitecaps, and a huge surf at the shoreline. There wasn't a boat to be seen as the rain lashed down with a fury, whipped along by a ferocious wind. Nobody else was going to make it to the cottage today, or even tomorrow, because of this unexpected storm.
She and James had barely made it to the island in time, just ahead of this storm that had moved in much faster than predicted. In this weather the lake could even be difficult for big freighters, let alone for any pleasure craft. They had just managed to text the rest of the family that they had arrived safely when the thunderstorm had wiped out all cell reception. The response they received just in time was that all the others would wait at least till tomorrow before they would attempt to join them. It was a strange start for the usual two weeks of vacation on their family-owned island.
This vacation was a family summer tradition that their two families had been doing from before she or James had been borne. James was her cousin and she had missed seeing him the last two summers when he had been away in Europe and at school. Now nineteen he had become a happy good looking six-foot young man with bright green eyes, curly blond hair, broad shoulders, and slim hips.
Thinking of him this morning made her smile suddenly. Her teenage summer crush from two years ago when she was sixteen had rekindled itself immediately when she met him at the dock. The two of them had been put in charge by their respective families of the first load of supplies they would need for the summer vacation out on the island.
James greeted her with a big smile, a bear hug, and a "Hi good looking."
Stella almost rolled herself into his embrace, enjoying the smell of his body, before lifting her head and responding with "Hi handsome." Yes they were cousins, but she quickly pecked him on the lips anyway before extricating herself.
"Let's get the boat loaded, James. Those clouds at the horizon don't look too promising."
James nodded and smiled, but gave her a good once over, letting his gaze rest on her chest just a bit too long.
"You have grown Stella, in all the right places" he added with a grin.
Stella suddenly felt self conscious in her short shorts that showed of her legs and bum very flatteringly. She also felt now that her tank top, that left her midriff bare, was a bit tight across her well-endowed chest. She was only five feet tall, just under a 120 pounds, athletic but slender. With her dark long hair in a ponytail she looked and felt younger than her eighteen years.
"Looks like the same is true for you, buddy" was all she could come up with, trying to keep her eyes focussed on his face, and not let her gaze drift to his flat belly, or lower.
He had grown in length and width and was quite muscular. He had to outweigh her by at least 50 pounds she guessed. The play fighting from their younger years would now be a very uneven contest.
After a short staring contest they quickly loaded the boat and set off for the island 6 miles out. The wind picked up during the last 20 minutes of the 50-minute ride out and by the time they reached the island they were happy to enter the small bay in front of the cottage. They landed the boat on the sandy beach and had to haul it up quickly out of the heavy surf. By the time they had unloaded and stowed almost everything the rain started and by the time they finished it was a downpour. They quickly hauled the boat further up the beach to its secure spot and strapped it down well beyond the high-water mark. They both sprinted back up to the cottage and slammed the door, soaked to the bone.
"Wow, that was unexpected" Stella panted.
"Yup, nobody else is going to make it today, that's for sure. Why don't you get out of that wet stuff and take a quick hot shower first, Stella."
So she had had first dips on the hot water. Fortunately, the warm water came from an on-demand heater. And now her she sat by the window, in fresh dry clothes while James took his turn under the warm water. James too had grown in all the right places she had noticed. With a flash of insight she realized that would be true for other less visible parts as well.
This really piqued her curiosity. The naughty thought of trying to find out if this was true, made her smile even more. That would be interesting to find out! Nobody would come up until the storm passed, which would be at least 24 hours according to the forecast.
Not only did she have a bit of a crush on James, from a young age she had always had a weak spot for him. Every island holiday they played together in spite of the age difference. Often their mothers stayed longer, and they went swimming together, played boardgames together, explored the island together, all summer long. It had only turned into a crush two years ago, a crush that went both ways it seemed.
But the presence of other nephews and nieces, and parental supervision had insured the crush limited itself to staring and each other, winking, a not so accidental touch, and a lot of teasing. Plus a few stolen kisses on the last night of summer when everybody was at the campfire.
James had followed her when she went to the bathroom and was waiting for her when she came out. He awkwardly stood a few meters from the door and held out his hand when she tried to walk by him. Without thinking she had grabbed it, and pulled herself close to him, with her head against his chest. He had let his hands slide down her back to her waist, pulling her closer. When she lifted her head to look at him he had softly kissed her lips. When she leaned into him and opened her lips to give his tongue an opportunity it was as if lightning struck in both directions.
All the pent-up heat from the summer roared up, and next things she knew they were kissing as if they had been lovers all summer, with his hands on her ass, and her hands reaching for his chest under his T-shirt. She was suddenly aware of his hardness against her lower belly and started to rub herself against him when they heard the next bathroom seeker approach from the beach. Hastily she had pulled herself away, after which James with a hot look full of desire in his eyes turned and quickly went inside.
So how much had he grown, how could she find out? There was only one way, go and have a look. And that is what she did.
Softly she got up and went to the bathroom where James was taking a shower, the one off the big bedroom on the ground floor. Slowly she opened the bedroom door and tip-toed to the bathroom door that was ajar and peeked in. The glass door was fogged up, but she could clearly make out his shape. When he turned towards the door she could also make out the darkness of his pubic hair and the shape of his private parts. Involuntarily she gasped, the noise of which was too loud for James not to hear.
He slid open the door and peeked his head out.
"What are you doing?"
"Uhm, nothing, I wondered if you were ready."
"Truth or dare?" he suddenly said with a grin.
"Truth."
"Did you come in here to have a peak at my butt?"
