For many years I'd been in love with my cousin Bethany and for good reason. She had the looks of a goddess. Long, silky blonde hair, a perfect pair of breasts, the tightest ass any man could ask for, shapely legs and a smile to die for. And while Bethany had the looks any man would want in a girl she had other qualities I loved too. She enjoyed the outdoors and the sports of hunting and fishing, she loved to go horseback riding and she was simply a fun person to be around. Needless to say Bethany was the woman I wanted more than any other in the world and for many years I'd dreamed of being able to fuck her one time.
Fucking my sexy cousin wasn't something I ever thought I'd get the chance to do but a short time after her nineteenth birthday I began to catch clues that Bethany was as attracted to me as I was to her. We spent many hours out in the summer sun swimming and fishing together. Often Bethany was clad only in a scanty bikini which showed off her perfect figure, and sometimes I'd catch her glancing towards my hard cock that I always seemed to develop when we were alone together.
While I was beginning to realize that I stood a chance at getting Bethany I still had one major problem—breaching the subject of sex. As often as Bethany and I were together not once did our conversation turn towards sex. We never talked about her boyfriends or my girlfriends. It was as though by unspoken consent every time we were together we talked about life, the outdoors and everything but sex. But that summer the drive to take Bethany as my lover was starting to tear me apart and I knew that I had to tell her how I felt and hope that she could accept me.
One night as we were on the riverbank fishing, as we often did, I decided for better or worse I had to let Bethany know I wanted her. So with my heart pounding a thousand beats a minute I began the conversation I knew would either end my torment or send it soaring to new heights.
"Hey, Bethany, can I ask you something?" I asked, knowing that that is the stupidest way to begin a conversation but so blinded by her stunning beauty I was incapable of thinking of a better way.
"Sure Kevin," she responded.
"You remember how when we were younger our parents always used to put us in the bathtub together and we washed each other's backs and everything," I said.
Bethany laughed and a smile crossed her face as she recalled all the times we were together as youngsters.
"Yeah, I remember. What about it?"
"Well, I was remembering how close we were back then, how we never had to worry about anything but each other. Why'd we ever stop doing that, Bethany? Why'd we lose that youthful love for each other?"
When Bethany's smile vanished I thought my heart would burst. I've blown this before it ever got started, I thought. But Bethany wasn't angry like I thought she was. She was just reflecting, and fortunately she had an answer I will remember for the rest of my life.
"We stopped because we grew up. When we were kids bathing together was okay. It was cute, acceptable, and because it was acceptable we never thought about whether it was right or wrong to love each other. We just loved, and that made us closer than we've been since."
"Do you think we could ever love each other like that again, Bethany?"
"I don't know. Maybe. But it's a lot harder to love someone as an adult than it is to love as a child and I think it'd take a lot more than taking a bath together to reignite that spark."
After the way this conversation started I was ecstatic at how it was going now. Here I was discussing love and sex with Bethany without turning it into some incestuous act. I was just hoping we could keep talking and maybe I could get up the courage to tell her how much I loved her, to ask her to be my lover. But first I had to know if she wanted to fan the flame that had been dying since we were kids.
"Bethany, do you...do you," I stuttered and took a deep breath. "Do you want that relationship back? Would you like to, reignite that flame?"
I paused after that, my heart beating hard in my ears. And as misfortune would have it, that moment was when a fish decided to hit Bethany's bait, squealing the line as it sped away from the shore. With a quick jump she snatched her pole and set the hook never realizing that the hook she set in me was far deeper than the hook she set in that fish. For the next twenty minutes Bethany fought that fish before finally reeling it into the shore. It was a magnificent catch, a catfish at least thirty inches long and probably forty pounds I estimated. Quickly dashing to get the net I helped Bethany land her big fish. As that catfish flopped on the riverbank Bethany pumped her fist and gave me an excited hug.
"This is incredible!! Do you see the size of that fish?"
"Yeah, that's quite a catch," I responded, noticing that my dick had gotten very hard after Bethany's embrace.
With the calm precision I admired in her so much Bethany took the fish off the line, posed for a picture from her camera and deposited her big catch back in the water.
I thought that was the end of it at first. She'd spent twenty minutes fighting that fish so I didn't think there was any way she'd remember the conversation I was trying to have with her. But I was wrong.
"That fish hit my line at a good time," Bethany said.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you asked me if I want the relationship like we had as kids back. I needed some time to think before I answered that. The fish gave it to me."
