It started in July, 2002, the year I graduated high school. I was 18 and ready to start college, living at home and working for a landscaping firm in my hometown in northwestern Pennsylvania. I had just finished work on Friday, a little early because of the heat, and was looking forward to relaxing that night. My parents had gone out of town as they frequently did in the summer, to a family cottage in upstate New York.
I arrived at the house and stripped off my work clothes, groaning as I lifted my arms above my head to take off my shirt. I was sunburned on my arms and pretty deeply tanned on my chest and back. It was a good look for me, I thought. I had never been in terrific shape, but a few months planting trees and cutting grass had allowed me to get some definition in my chest and shoulders.
I felt pretty good about myself for a change. I was a pretty average guy, just under six feet, about 170 lbs with light brown hair and blue eyes. I'd never been much with the girls in high school, though I'd had my share of nights, and I was looking forward to starting college that fall.
I stood in my room thinking about taking a shower, but instead decided to go for a swim in the family pool to cool off. After that I thought I'd shower and make some plans for the night.
I pulled on my yellow swimsuit, grabbed a towel from the bathroom and stepped out of the sliding glass door in the kitchen and on to the pool deck.
Our pool was large, but not extravagant. It took up most of the yard we shared with our neighbors, my dad's older brother, his wife and their two daughters Krista and Jill. They were with my parents at the cottage for the next ten days or so.
The pool area was hidden from view to anyone not in the yard or one of the houses by the houses themselves and a row of tall hedges.
I dove into the pool, enjoying the cool water on my back as I arched upward to the surface and felt the water run down my face. I was still wiping the drops from my eyes when I heard a distinct slamming sound and what I thought were footsteps. As my eyes adjusted to the light i saw that it was Krista. My cousin Krista is a beautiful girl. There's really no other way to put it. At 20 she had just finished her second year at college and was a total knockout, not in the way models or actresses are, but in a very distinct, farmer's daughter kind of way. She stood about as tall as I did, with long toned legs from years on the swim team and firm abs from helping her dad with his construction business. She had long, straight brown hair which hung just past her shoulder blades and green eyes.
She was wearing a one piece, dark-blue swimsuit and a pair of over sized thick-rimmed sunglasses. I loved the way the suit looked on her, highlighting her best features as it supported and covered her beautiful, firm breasts and curved with her hips and stomach.
When we were younger, not even old enough to understand what everything meant, we'd play doctor in the the trees behind out grandparents farm. She had been my first kiss, though I never really saw it that way then.
Now as a young woman she was all at once innocent, feminine, mysterious, sensual and strong, and I found myself watching her all the time.
"Hey Champ," she said, calling me by an old nickname as she descended the stairs from her deck onto the pool terrace.
"Hey Krissy, how's it going? I thought you went to the cottage?" I asked.
"No, I was going to but I thought the idea of staying home alone for a week or so was much more appealing. It'll be good to have the house to myself," she replied.
"I thought I would have the pool to myself as well, but it looks like you're still here."
"Yeah," I answered, "I stayed to work so i can afford to go to school next year, you know how it is."
"I sure do," she replied with a smile. Slowly she turned and placed her towel on a deck chairs, pulled her sunglasses off and shook her hair from her eyes. She bent down and placed her sunglasses on the chair, giving me a good look at her beautiful ass. I was mesmerized by the sight of the dark fabric stretching across the cheeks of her butt. It was an incredible sight.
I was still in a dream world when she stood up and turned around. I think she may have caught me sneaking a peek at her because she winked at me and dove into the pool.
She came to the surface and brushed her hair from her eyes, then, unhappy with some of the strands still clinging to her face, she leaned her head back like she was in a limbo contest and dropped her forehead into the water, washing her hair away from her face. As she did I looked over and saw her beautiful breasts, firm and round, begging to be held.
She swam toward me, eventually standing up to walk in the shallow water and laughed as she splashed me with her hand. The she reached behind her head and pulled her hair into a ponytail with an elastic she pulled from her wrist. As she did I couldn't stop myself from looking down the front of her swimsuit. She was so incredible.
We swam and talked for about twenty minutes, before deciding to open a few drinks from the cooler in the pool house. I sat in my swim trunks, sipping beer from a cold can while I sat on the pool steps and watched Krista wade in the shallow end of the pool while she enjoyed her own drink and told stories about college.
The beer must have been hitting her pretty hard because before long she was giggling and laughing while she told me about nights she probably never expected to share with a member of her family. I was quickly learning that my neighbor and cousin was much less innocent than I imagined.
She asked if I had been with many girls.
"A few," I said, "I dated Jess for about five months. We had sex and tried a few things, but she didn't want a boyfriend over the summer. Whatever..."
"How was she in bed?" Krista asked, suddenly getting a serious look in her eyes.
"Not bad," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "She never got tired of having sex, but she aways wanted to do it the same way, in the same order at the same time. It was strange."
Krista went on to tell me about some of the guys she had been with, as she spoke her voice got lower and she began to look off, past or through me, obviously deeply affected by what she was saying.
"I had one boyfriend who loved to go down on me, but he never wanted to have sex. He was so scared of making me pregnant, but he used to eat my pussy two or three times every day, sometimes between classes in the bathrooms at the school, sometimes in the car. It was so hot, but sometimes i just need to feel something inside me..."
I felt my cock getting stiffer as I thought about the woman before me having sex or hooking up with guys at college. It wasn't the first time I noticed how attractive she was, and I didn't think it would be the last, but she was my cousin and off limits I reminded myself.
"That guy is a fool." I said.
I finished my next beer and waded out past Krista to the far side of the pool where the stereo was and started flipping through the CD case, looking for some music. I was thankful the water was above my waist level because it kept my quickly growing erection hidden from view.
Before long I felt the water ripple around me as Krista approached from the back. I turned around just as she arrived and found myself inches from her face.
Neither of us said a word for what felt like an hour, but was probably little more than a few seconds. I felt my cock twitch as she leaned towards me, going past my face until her mouth was only inches from my ear. I felt her sweet breath on my cheek as she whispered to me.
"I'm so horny." she said, half moaning as she did.
