Roger was an only child, but for most of his life, his cousin Annabelle was essentially his sister. They were born only a few days apart, and lived just a few blocks away from each other for years and years.
Though he felt slightly bad about it, Roger had always harbored a secret lust for Anna. As they grew older, his lust grew accordingly. By the time they were nineteen, he sometimes felt embarrassed when he looked at her. She was short, maybe five foot four inches, and skinny, with small breasts. She had bright green eyes, like himself, and blonde hair that hung past her shoulders. Her skin always seemed to have the perfect tan, which only brightened her eyes. Her nose was a beautiful little button.
Roger himself was just over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and rakishly cut black hair. He was well built and strong, having worked out as a hobby throughout high school, although he never played any sports, and lacked the grace and self-assuredness of an athlete. He was sure that Anna had caught his glances at her, and on a few occasions he caught her staring at him, with an odd look in her eyes.
They attended the same college, but rarely saw each other, as their schedules were different. After their freshman year, during the summer, Roger found himself with an excess of time and money after leaving his job for a few weeks. At first the long, quiet days were pleasant, sitting around doing nothing. Then they became boring, and he decided to change things up. He mentioned his plans to Anna one day, while she was over for lunch.
"I was thinking," he said, "of heading up to my parents' cabin for a few days." Anna looked at him curiously.
"Oh yeah?" she asked. It was hot, and she wore a simple tank-top and shorts. A damp triangle rested between her breasts.
"Yeah, maybe do some fishing, swimming, that sort of thing."
"Hmm," said Anna. "That sounds pretty good."
Roger suddenly blushed slightly. "Would you, ah, like to come?" he asked her. He always enjoyed her company, and it would get lonely all by himself at the cabin.
"Yeah," she answered. "It'll be fun." She grinned at Roger, and he blushed a little more, but grinned back.
The drive up to the cabin by the lake was uneventful, and the weather was excellent. When they arrived, Anna wasted no time. As soon as she was out of the car, she pulled her shirt and shorts off, revealing a small bathing suit underneath. Roger's face turned a deep red, and he was surprised to feel his cock stiffening in his shorts.
"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked her nervously.
"Going for a swim," she said, and smiled devilishly. "Wanna come?"
Roger, all too aware of his erection, shook his head. "No, I'm gonna unpack our things. When I'm done I'll come down, I think." Anna smiled wider.
"Okay!" she said. She turned and ran down to the pier, and dove off the end into the water. Roger removed their bags from the back of his truck and headed into the cabin. He placed his things in the smaller bedroom, remembering how when he and Anna were younger and their parents would all come here, the two of them would share this room. One year he had walked in on her changing, and instead of laughing about it like they both would have when they were younger, they were both horribly embarrassed, and never shared the room again. He moved on and placed Anna's bags in the master bedroom, which was larger and nicer.
