Kammy's skin glistened in the noon sun. She reclined in the bow of the fishing boat, her arms stretched along the gunwales, her head tossed back, basking in the sun like a queen on a throne. I jerked the motor, turning the boat into a whitecap. The wave slapped stiffly against the boat and water sprayed over her. She leaned forward trying to glare at me through her sunglasses and stuck out her tongue. I grinned back mischievously. She leaned back and shifted the top of her green bikini, the cocoa butter scent of her lotion wafting through the breeze.
Kammy and I were cousins, born within months of each other. Our family was close in heart, but separated by distance. So every July for two relaxing weeks we'd all commune at a lake resort. Tammy and I grew up on the shores, making sand castles, climbing trees, putting gum in each others hair. Our freedom was extensive and as we got older it became absolute. Once we were old enough to use the boats, Kammy and I would pack lunches and head for any one of the small islands dotting the lake. Many of them had small sandy beaches and sand bars. We'd spend afternoons together sunbathing, fishing, or just talking. We called them voyages. Being alone and away from the bustle of the camp made us feel intrepid and exciting and. most importantly, independent.
We cruised the lake for an hour. The afternoon was hot and the breeze cool on our faces. Kammy sunned herself, I drove and pointed out possible places to land the boat.
I choose a wooded island with tall elms and willows that broke the wind enough to keep the bay calm . The small beach was sandy and fine. It extended into a shallow sand bar that dropped off quickly into a hole deep enough for swimming. I pulled the motor up and grounded the boat, securing it to land by tossing the anchor around a tree. Kammy hopped out and began to wade across the sandbar. I followed Her bikini had risen up into her crack of her ass during the ride. She slid her fingers beneath the fabric and pulled up dislodging the uncomfortable wedge. She ran the hand through her loose blond locks and then turned to me.
"You wanna swim?" she asked. I pulled my T-shirt over my head, slapped her ass and splashed across the sand bar. "Damn it Pete!" she shrieked and ran after me. I let her catch up and she jumped on my back wrapping her long legs around my waist and her arms across my broad shoulders. Her skin was soft and still smelled of suntan lotion. Together we splashed into the deeper water. "That hurt!"
"I'm sorry," I lied with smile, enjoying the feel of her legs around me before she pushed away..
"Sure you are." She splashed at me. We swam out to where the water was up to our necks. Kammy flipped her legs up and floated on the top of the water, her green bikini clinging smartly to the curve of her breasts. I treaded water and watched her.
"With that suit you look like a lily pad."
"Only with breasts right?" she replied and flipped forward to face me.
"Yeah." We laughed. She cupped her taught globes with her hands and looked at them.
"Nice breasts?" Kammy cocked her head to catch my reaction, her lips curling into a grin. She had always been a tease, especially with me, and I often returned the favor.
"Yeah, you got nice tits." I laughed.
"Jesus Pete, you're such an asshole." She splashed me again, still grinning. "I can't believe you're my cousin."
"Hey you asked," I shrugged. "I'm just being honest."
She shook her head. "You're so crude"
