The summer after my senior year in high school I went down to Florida to stay with my Uncle and his family. He owned a construction company that I would be working for to earn money for college. Within minutes of arriving I realized that things were not as they were suppose to be.
My uncle was to have had plenty of room for me to stay with him. But due to construction delays on the new house they were still staying at their smaller older house. This meant I would have to sleep in a room with my cousin, female cousin. This made me uncomfortable but she seemed fine with it.
This was my Uncle's first marriage but it was his wife's second. She had two daughters from her previous marriage, one 18 yrs old and one 16 yrs old. They were of Cuban descent so each had the dark hair and dark skin not common from the Northern States from which I come. This made me unconsciously stare at them all the time. Combine that with the fact that I would have to sleep in the same room with Yelina, the older of the two cousins, I was continually staring.
My Uncle said he had rigged up a partition to give us both privacy and once again apologized for the inconvenience. It would only be for 4 or 5 weeks. That night I was nervous about going into the room, I kind of hung out in the family room until it was late. I did my nightly ritual in the bathroom only after ogling the colored bras hanging off the shower rod.
Now, let me tell you I am no stud, I played only a few sports and mostly sat the bench. I didnât have a girlfriend in high school because none would date me; they only wanted to be friends. But during my senior year I finally outgrew my acne and started to fill out from all the carpentry work I was doing. Still, no luck with the ladies so to see female under garments hanging in the bathroom I immediately was curious and slightly aroused. I had to feel them, one was blue and one was pink. I sneaked a peek at the tags that said 36C and 36D. I figured these were the sizes that the guys on the football team always talked about. Not wanting to linger too long I opened the door into the room where I was to sleep.
Yelina was awake. She was sitting up in bed reading one of those womanâs books that had a picture of a Fabio type guy on the front manly handling an awe-struck female. The book only held my attention for a minute; it was Yelinaâs night outfit that caught my full attention. She was wearing a white T-shirt, a manâs T-shirt, MY T-shirt. The kind that is known as a muscle T, exposing the shoulders and arms. She obviously had no bra on since I just saw it in the bathroom so her large perky breasts were pushing out the white material. I could see dark circles where her nipples were, and hard erect bumps poking against the soft white material. Not wanting too but being a male by nature I pulled my eyes off her breasts and continued looking downward. She was wearing white panties that seemed to be too thin because I could see a dark mound of what I had to assume was pubic hair, my first glance at real-life female hair! I had seen the usual porn mags and occasional DVD but nothing in person before.
My astonishment and excitement must have been obvious to Yelina because she smiled and I could see her eyes travel down towards my crotch. I knew that she could probably see my growing excitement, how could I not be? I quickly jumped onto my bed, which was only a few feet away from hers. The âdividerâ was only a white sheet hung from a clothesline; it was tied back at the moment allowing us to see each other fully. Yelina turned to face me still smiling. The T-shirt being a bit too big around the shoulders slipped down and exposed most of one breast, this completed my arousal process and I was fully erect. I pulled the covers up to my stomach in hopes of hiding my member.
She spoke first. âI borrowed your T-shirt, I hope you donât mind? I needed something and it looked so inviting.â I told her I didnât mind.
She then said â you know, we arenât really cousins.â
I Asked her âhow so?â
âYour uncle married my mother but he isnât my real father, so we arenât related by blood, only marriage.â I thought about that a bit and couldnât figure out what she meant. Remember I hadnât had a girlfriend nor had anyone ever hit on me before so this subtle hint fell on dumb ears.
Yelina must have noticed my confusion to her comment and she said âit means that you can relax a bit. It isnât any different than you staying at your girlfriends house, itâs okay.â
I partially agreed with her and then told her I never had a girlfriend so I didnât really relate. She seemed surprised and now that I think about it excited a little. We talked about my relationship-less life and things like that. All during the conversation I kept sneaking peaks at her breasts, they were very large and the nipple on one was almost completely out of the T-shirt. My dick was stiff as could be.
We finally called it a night and I reached to turn off the lamp between our beds, I clumsily knocked over her book that she had placed there. Knowing I couldnât stand up to get it I stared at it nervously. Yelina must have understood my dilemma and she swung her legs around and off the bed. She stood up and then bent over to pick up the book. I was awarded the perfect view directly down the T-shirt. Both her dark breasts were hanging there, I did all I could to hold back a gasp. She looked up at me, saw me staring and then looked in the direction I was looking, she saw that I could see her tits. She smiled big and wide.
âYou like?â
I stammered a response, âyeahâ.
She stood up and purposely pushed out her chest making the nipples poked even further out of the white cotton.
âThey are okayâ, she said looking into the mirror across the room. âBut my sister, Estelle has bigger boobs.â She must have had the blue bra, the 36D I thought.
âOh well, I guess they are good enough.â She smiled again and just stood there. âWell, what do you think?â
I couldnât believe she was asking me such a question. These were the first set of boobs I had seen up close and they could have been the size of peas and I would have creamed my underwear but these werenât. They were more like grapefruit and perky as hell. I squeaked out a sound to agree with her.