My love, my fantasy...but also my cousin!
Fiona was just my kind of girl. Being roughly of the same age, we were obviously not only good neighbours but also good friends. I cannot recall the number of times I slept over at their home and she slept over at ours. And ever since we were very young I had a crush on her. We did the usual experimenting stuff that close friends do with each other. I mean we were naturally not shy around each other. We used to go swimming a lot together and it was only natural to us that we would change into our bathing suits there and then. Obviously we were still young and before puberty set in,but nevertheless my interest was already there.
So what's the big deal I hear you say? Well,the problem was the fact that we were cousins! Her mum was my mum's sister, and that was a big issue.
During our early teen years we were fascinated with each other, but innocently refraining from doing anything which we never thought of anyway.
Meanwhile I had grown into a healthy big guy, while she blossomed into beautiful womanhood. She was a spectacular sight. Her chest had expanded to a large size, and with her length and lissome body, I was horny for her touch. I had taken a number of hair-dressing and body beauty courses and made my way in life quite comfortably running my own business. I lost count of the number of women who had come to my premises for a pussy trim and shaping after I had suggested that it was also our line of work. Sometimes the 'ladies', most commonly in their late forties wanted more than that. I guess they were being neglected by their husbands. I was only too happy to fill their needs.
Later on I married, then separated, while she also married, to a mate of mine. Oh how I envied him. But I was happy for her since I knew he was a good guy. Unfortunately he was killed while on night watch duty at a bank robbery. Fortunately the life insurance policy covered all eventualities, and in effect left her quite wealthy. Not that she was flashy or anything. But at least she could live comfortably.
What started to happen last year was beyond my wildest dreams and imagination. If I can remember correctly it was early June, just before the really hot tourist season began. We had started to go swimming together with friends at our nearby beach, and on a whim I decided to pick Fiona up a bit early. I was about an hour and a half early. Imagine my surprise when she opened the door and she greeted me wearing just a skimpy t-shirt and her lower body wrapped in a towel.
'Mark? Oh God, what time is it? It can't be six already can it?' she said.
I assured her that it was only half past four and that I had decided to come over early for a chat and a cup of tea. I asked her why she wasn't wearing clothes.
'Oh, this...umm...well you see, since I have just bought this new bathing suit, I wanted to...uh...trim my bikini line....'she answered
'Oh great!' I grinned.'Do you ..uh...want some help with it? I'm quite good at shaving, I hardly get any nicks on my face anymore.' I laughed since she knew what kind of work I do.
'Well I can get the main bits out of the way easily, but since I don't have any depilating soap I have to use a razor and I'm a bit wary I might nick myself...but a lot of my friends do tell me that you're quite good.' She smiled at this last remark.
'If you want me to do it , I'll be totally professional and promise not to take too long.' , I told her, knowing there was no way I could keep that promise.
'I don't know...', she replied warily, 'I mean are you safe? Not to mention what would happen if things get out of hand. You know we're related.' She wasn't fooling me. I could see the smile in her eyes.