My Aunty Gin was great. Unlike my other Aunts, she was down to earth, spoke her mind and was fun to be around.
I'm 28, and single again. My girlfriend left me for someone else and I'm feeling pretty low.
'Her loss Steve,' she said, 'you're a lovely man. You can do better than that anyway. I've told Vicky the same.'
Vicky was Aunt Gin's daughter. The same age as me, but I haven't seen her for years. Since her wedding, in fact. Vicky's husband had been a complete bastard, staying out late, coming home drunk. Finally, he had run off with a barmaid.
'I always said he was a wrong un!'
'How's Vicky doing?'
'Ask her yourself, she'll be around in a bit.'
I heard the door open and stood up to greet Vicky.
'Hi Vicky, great to see you'
She greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. 'If I'd known you were coming I'd have made an effort!' She laughed.
She was wearing baggy leggings and a baggy tee shirt. Her hair was dishevelled.
'You don't have to dress up on my account,' I reassured her. We're family.
'We're a pair of rejects, aren't we?'
'Can't think why,' said Aunty Gin. 'Your should every man in town chasing you.'
'Yeah, well I'm right off men. They're all bastards! Not you of course, she added smiling at me.'
'All men think with their dicks,' said Aunty Gin, 'even you!' She pointed at my groin. 'You can't help it, when your balls are full your brains are empty.'
I was embarrassed and Vicky scolded her mom.
'Leave him alone,' he's not like that.
In truth I was like every other man, which is how I probably ended up falling for the wrong girls all the time.
Anyway, we chatted away about how shit our lives were and what bitches/bastards our exes were as you do.
Presently Gin asked Vicky if she'd been to the travel agent.
'Yes, too late to get any money back, they said the only thing I could do was change the name if I wanted to take a friend instead. I certainly don't fancy being in a foreign country by myself. But if I take Susie she'll just want to chase men and I'm so not up for that right now.'
'Why don't you ask Steve?'
They both looked at me.
'Err?'
'Yes Steve, why not? It could be fun to hang out together and I won't get pestered. What do you say?'
Well it was a bit sudden but between them they talked me into it. We had always got on well, and I fancied the break. Sun, sand and cheap beer with good company sounded like a winning formula.
The next time I saw Vicky was at the airport three weeks later. I knew the name of the Greek island we were heading to, but that was about all. In the check in queue we looked for all the world like a couple, rather than cousins. On the plane we chatted away and I learned that, like me, Vicky hadn't been to Greece before. She told me not to expect too much: the place we were staying was very cheap. Her ex had paid for it and he was a cheapskate. When we got off the plane we were hit by a wave of heat, even though it was getting dark. The coach dropped us outside the hotel and we were shown to our room at the very top of the building. It was small and basic. There were two single beds separated by a small bedside table. There was a dressing table with a single chair and a wardrobe. The bathroom contained the toilet, sink and a very basic shower. On the upside, there was a balcony with two plastic chairs and a small table.
We unpacked. This took me very little time and I found myself very interested in her underwear as I watched her arrange it neatly in a drawer. She had brought at least a dozen pairs of panties for our seven night stay. She saw me watching and laughed.
'I like to have a choice,' she giggled, shutting the drawer. 'Right, shower, food and cold beer I think. How are we going to work this? There's nowhere to put your clothes in that bathroom, they'll get soaked! I think even the towels would get wet!'
The towels were folded on a shelf outside the tiny bathroom. She had a point.
'Shall I go and sit on balcony?'
'That's going to get tiresome, why don't I just pass my clothes out and you pass a towel to me when I'm done?'
'Sure. We can do that.'
'I think it's ok to wear underwear in front of each other, what do you think?'
'I guess so?'
'Well, you'll see me in a bikini, and it's not much different really.'
'Okay then, agreed. Underwear it is. Let's do this, I'm hungry and thirsty!'
'Me too,' she said. And with that, she peeled of her tee shirt and jeans and folded them neatly on the end of one of the beds. She wore white bra and panties and I liked the sight more than I should have done. She skipped into the bathroom I stood outside of the door and she passed me first her plain white bra and then the plain white panties, and then shut the door.
I heard the toilet flush and the shower come on. I went and placed the bra and panties on her pile of clothes, and then picked up the panties again. I felt like a really perv but I examined them closely, imagining that a minute ago, that soft gusset nestled against her vulva. Realising I was getting turned on, I put them back on the pile, and stripped to my boxers to wait my turn for the shower.
Presently, the shower stopped and I stood outside with a towel. The door opened a few inches and I passed the towel through. The door closed and then opened again, and she emerged expertly wrapped in the towel.
'Your turn, pass me those and then I can get ready'
We swapped places and I passed my boxers out and had my shower. When I had finished, I opened the door slightly to see that Vicky was drying her hair. She was sat at the dressing table in a pale blue bra and panties and clearly couldn't hear me over the hairdryer. If I fully opened the bathroom door, I would be able to reach the towels myself. I did so and started to dry myself, still with the door open. She switched of the hairdryer and stood up. I took in the beautiful view and forgot to cover myself as she turned to face me. Quickly, I held the towel in front of myself.
'Too late, I've seen it now. Not bad!'
'I always worried it was a bit small?'
'Looked fine to me.'
'Really?' I said, removing the pointless towel. Now I wanted her to look.
'It's just fine. Now put some pants on, I'm famished.'
We dressed and went out into the street. She was now wearing a summery cotton dress and I loved knowing what she was wearing under it. We walked down to the harbour and picked a restaurant overlooking the beach. We ordered two large beers, and she impressed me by drinking hers as fast as I drank mine. A second beer and the food arrived. Then more beer, a lot more beer. I was beginning to feel quite drunk and was impressed that my dainty cousin could drink so much with apparently no ill effects.
I commented on her apparent impressive beer capacity.
'I suppose I can take my beer,' she conceded. 'The only trouble is that it at some point it usually makes me piss like a racehorse.'
'I think it does that to everyone,' I replied
'True, but it's not very ladylike. It's alright for you guys, you can pee anywhere and nobody cares.'
'Pee before we leave then?'