It was a hot summer’s day and I was laying on a sun-lounger in my grandmother’s back garden, as I was staying with her for a few days whilst I visited some friends.
The weather was boiling as I lay there, determined to top up my tan – wearing a bikini top and matching shorts.
My grandmother was in the house pottering around, and I must have drifted off to sleep briefly, as when I opened my eyes, there was a man sat on a sun-lounger next to me! I jolted up; panicking momentarily and the man laughed and proffered his hand to me.
“Don’t worry – I’m Stephen, your cousin.” I smiled, relieved, and shook his hand.
“I’m sorry about that!”
“That’s alright – I’ve only been here about ten minutes. I’m on leave from the army and thought I’d crash here for a week.”
We sat chatting for a few minutes – I couldn’t believe how much he had changed! The last time I had seen him was about eight years ago and he had been a spotty, gangly teenager. He was now a man of twenty-three – five years older than me – and the early mornings and cold showers obviously suited him.
Stephen was only wearing his jeans – the heat must have been too much for him too – and I notice how smooth and muscular his chest is and his arms are tanned and strong-looking.
Suddenly, I become aware that he has stopped talking and he is now looking at me. I mentally shake myself out of my trance.
Blushing a little, I say “Sorry about that… the heat must be getting to me.”
He smiles, casting his eyes over me appreciatively before replying, “You look fine to me”.
God, he was absolutely gorgeous and as my gaze moves downwards, I notice the hardening bulge in his tight denim jeans. I’d have fucked him then and there, but right at that moment our grandmother returns with two glasses of lemonade.
“I hope you two will be alright out here – I’m just going to get a bath. This heat is far too much for me.”
As our grandmother goes back indoors, I place my glass down by the sun-lounger and I lay back down, beginning to relax once more in the heat.
All of a sudden, I am shocked out of my daydreaming, as something cold splashes against my bare midriff. I tear off my sunglasses, bewildered, to see Stephen standing over me, astride the sun-lounger, with a glass of lemonade in his hand.
He laughed at the expression on my face.
“I can’t have you going to sleep on me again” he said, grinning.
“So you thought you’d tip lemonade all over me instead?” I reply in mock horror.
