If people like this story then I would be happy to extend it as I intend that it will be the first part of a series. As with all my stories any constructive criticism would be very welcome as I like to know what it is that people like and dislike about my stories.
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I stepped out of the taxi and looked at my surroundings, I had missed this place so much, it felt great to finally see things that I had been missing for so long. I turned back to the driver and piled a handful of notes into his outstretched palm, "Keep the change," I said, so eager to get to my destination that to worry about money seemed utterly trivial.
As the taxi screeched off into the distance I hoisted my bag up onto my shoulder and walked through the opened gate and up the driveway. The driveway was a long one but I could see my destination a little further up its length. The large house had always been an imposing structure, looking over the surrounding village like an old manor house or town hall. My Aunt had bought the three hundred year old building almost a decade ago in a state of disrepair and had spent countless hours, and dollars, on refurbishing it to a modern, yet historical building.
My Aunt had gained much of her money with the death of her husband about a year before she bought the house. He had worked as a stockbroker or bank manager or something like that for many years and upon his death left a huge sum of money to his beloved wife. Being the innovative businesswoman that she was she quickly reinvested the money in her own company which greatly expanded her investment and left her able to sell up and live easily with her daughters.
Although she was now very wealthy she remembered that she had not always been so and that luck, as well as acumen, had played a part in her success. For this reason she always helped others when they were in need and was incapable of not displaying her generous nature.
It was that generosity that had led me here in the first place. I had recently lost my job and my Aunt, whose house I was approaching, had invited me to spend the summer with her and my cousins rather than undertake what is now the long and monotonous process of getting another job.
I continued up the winding driveway towards the house, gravel crunching under the soles of my shoes as I went. I had been looking forward to this ever since it had been suggested to me and now here I was about to reunite myself with a part of the family I had not seen in almost three years. My excitement built up as I walked ever closer to the house, passing the terraced gardens and a pond, and stepping onto the main gravel expanse on which were parked several unpretentious cars, not at all the vulgar status symbols that would be expected of a woman with such wealth.
Finally I climbed the stone doorstep towards the heavy oak door and knocked three times on its surface. I waited for a moment, my bag still slung over my shoulder, and stepped back a little to allow some space between me and whoever would answer the door.
My knocks didn't go unanswered and very soon the door was swung open by a woman, of perhaps thirty years, dressed in smart clothing. Her appearance was unfamiliar to me and I stepped closer to the now opened door, inspecting the woman who had answered with what I hoped was an apt degree of subtlety.
My confusion as to the woman's identity was soon alleviated when, from a door to the side of the black and white tiled hallway, came my aunt with her arms outstretched for a hug. I stepped across the threshold of the house, dropping my bag as I did and opened my arms out similarly to greet her. We hugged deeply for several seconds before withdrawing and standing opposite one another taking in each other's appearance.
"It's great to see you," I said, breaking the silence, "You're looking great."
"You too," came the reply, "I can't believe how much you've grown. How are you? How are you?"
"I'm really well, thanks to you, you have no idea how much you're helping me by letting me stay with you for the summer, it's a huge weight off my shoulders."
"It's my pleasure I assure you," she continued, "we've all been looking forward to seeing you, it's just a shame that you couldn't make it sooner for Anastasia's eighteenth."
"I know, I'm a little annoyed I missed it, I suppose it couldn't be helped."
"What kind of a host am I?" she asked rhetorically, "leaving you standing on the threshold like that, come in come in," she turned to the mystery woman, "Sarah, could you please take this bag up to the guest room."
"There's really no need," I pleaded as I stepped into the door which was promptly closed behind me, "I can take that."
"Don't worry about it, this is Sarah, my maid, she's a lot stronger than she looks," said my Aunt, smiling at the maid as though sharing a personal joke. "Come on," she said, now addressing me, "let's go out to the pool, I think that's where Jessica is."
"Okay, sure." I said, following my aunt down the hallway towards the back of the house, leaving the maid to carry the bags, a challenge which it turned out she was easily able to complete, just as my Aunt had assured me.
At the end of the hallway we stepped down three or four stone steps and entered what can be described as a large conservatory. The conservatory commanded excellent views of the surrounding countryside and within it stood a swimming pool and a hot tub and through a door stood a sauna.
As my Aunt had guessed her eldest daughter, Jessica, was indeed taking in the pleasant waters of the pool and, as we entered the room was engaged in swimming a lap away from us. As she turned to swim another lap in the opposite direction she noticed the sight of her mother and her cousin and quickly made for the steps of the pool before bolting up them and onto the tiles.
At twenty years old Jessica was only a year younger than me, and she had been an object of my fantasies all throughout my adolescence. She was not particularly tall but her figure was slender and well proportioned, her petite frame helped accentuate the gentle curves of her body and gave her a kind of beauty that seemed unique to her. She had long dark hair which cascaded in a fountain of large curls towards her shapely shoulders, her face was soft and expressive, with delicate features and plump, inviting, lips. She approached me with a sense of urgency, her full bathing suit covering her body but leaving her slender well toned legs, delicate bare feet and beautiful naked shoulders on full display. Her costume too was so well formed that it hid the modesty of her body without removing anything from the visual treat that anyone seeing her enjoyed.
As she approached she opened her arms widely as her mother had done just moments earlier and for a moment looked like the splitting image of my Aunt. As she approached, however, she realized that with her body dripping as it was she wouldn't e able to hug me and we stood awkwardly, as though about to hug but without actually touching each other. I broke the strangeness of our movements by taking my cousins hand and, pulling her slightly towards me, I gently kissed each of her cheeks.
Pulling away we smiled at each other softly before anyone ventured to speak. It was eventually my Aunt who broke the silence, "You kids," she said, with a false mocking tone. All three of us laughed and the awkward silence was quickly broken.
"How are you?" I asked, still laughing.
"I'm really good, I've been looking forward to seeing you," she replied, her gentle smile still hanging on her seductive lips, enough to melt the heart of any man.
"Me too, I've really missed you."
"Yeah, but do you really think you can handle a few months with me without going crazy?"
"Well it'll be tough," I replied, a little tongue-in-cheek.
She slapped me playfully "Hey." She was laughing now, so was her mother.
We all moved onto the chairs that sat around the edge of the pool and talked for what must have been almost an hour. Sadly Anastasia was on a holiday of her own and would not be joining us for a week or so but that did little to dampen our spirits as we talked away.
Eventually Jessica suggested that we all go in the sauna and continue our conversation, the sauna being one of the many places that Jessica liked to frequent when she spent time at the pool. I was shown to my room by my Aunt who needed to go upstairs into her room to change. Upon arrival I found that my bag had already been unpacked and all of my clothes had been put into the chest of drawers that stood against one wall. My bathing shorts, however, had been placed neatly on my bed so I wasted no time in stripping off all my clothes and hopping into the shorts.
Without thinking to take a towel I returned downstairs to the poolside and opened the door of the sauna, where my cousin was sitting on the bottom layer, gently pouring water over the hot coals. I jumped up to the top level and sat, leant forward, so that I could talk freely with my cousin. From this vantage I could see the outline of her breasts against the fabric of her suit easily but I tried my best to ignore it as we began talking.
"What are you going to do then?" she asked.
