It all started in August. By the way, my name is Rey. I'm 22 years old last friday. I am 5' 11', have short brown hair, workout daily, to stay fit, but not body builder status. My length is 8'' normally, but on those rare occasions I can get a good 9 or 9 and a half. Anyways, I have a cousin who's name is Star. I swear, she is the most beautiful person on the planet. She stands at 5' 5'' tall, with straight blonde/brown hair that extends about six inches past her shoulder. Her chest is probably a 36B or maybe even a C. She had amazing green eyes that just seem to look through you. Which is why her close friends called her Jade. And her butt isn't a huge trunk, but shaped in the tightest bubble that I just love to look at. Anyway, now to the story.
My birthday was on August 7th. My cousin decided to come up to NY from Florida to visit my mother and I. My mom and dad had gotten a divorce only a few months ago. Star arrived on August 6th at about 6:30 pm. That's where we will begin.
"Where is Terminal 5?" my mother asked.
"To the left silly," I replied. I was trying to hide my excitement. I hadn't seen Star in about a year and a half, after I found out she was getting married. She later backed out of it, which for some reason made me extremely happy. I didn't even know the person but I knew I didn't want Star to marry the guy. Just one of those feelings I guess. My mom and I reached the terminal and waited as people disembarked from the plane.
"They must be at the back of the plane," my mother noted.
I simply nodded my head in agreement. I was anticipated my cousins arrival too much to answer. Literally shaking in my jeans. And then finally I saw her. The world slowed down to a crawl. Light damn near shined down from above. Star was wearing a tight black short sleeve shirt (no bra), a short jean skirt that was tantalizing to anyone who wasn't Stevie Wonder, and some black knee high boots. Her hair waving as she smiled and walked toward us.
"Hey!!!!" she said brightly, a smile lighting up her perfect face. My mom stepped forward and gave her a hug while I just stood there, looking like a fly catcher. How I longed to just grab her and kiss her right then and there. Talk about inappropriate for cousins,
"Don't I get a hug cuz?"
"Huh?" I hadn't even realized that I was day dreaming about that fantastic ass pressed against my hips. What the hell was this about? I had never thought about my cousin that way. I admit she is crazy pretty but I never had sexual thoughts about her. Guess they'd always been there under the surface lurking.