I looked at the formation of dark clouds over the mountains and heard the crash of thunder in the distance. I decided to steer the boat towards the dock heard my sister, Jen's, angry voice.
"Kevin, what are you doing?"
"Can't you see that there is a storm headed this way?" I answered.
"Tara and I haven't even had a chance to put our ski's on." She whined.
Just as the words left her mouth a bolt of lightening flashed across the sky and the crack of thunder rumbled close by.
"Hurry up and get to the dock?" she said.
It took just a few moments to dock and I watched my cousin Tara, and Jen practically leap from the boat and start running for the cabin. Tara was two years younger than I and was the same age as Jen. They both had just graduated from high school and were looking for one final summer excursion before they had to head off for college. I was getting ready to start my junior year at the university and was hoping to get my degree in engineering. I decided to give in to my sister's demands and Take her and Tara for a weekend at our family's cabin.
The cabin was a cabin in name only. My father is a successful doctor who values his time away from the city. He just enjoys the creature comforts of home. The cabin was spacious and had a well stocked refrigerator and bar. This was the first summer that he trusted Jen and me enough to come up on our own. Being a realist he warned Jen and I about boating drunk but after that he just told us to have a good time. He was even more relaxed about the situation when we told him that Tara was coming with us.
Tara and Jen were quite different from each other, in fact it was only 2 years ago that they decided to try and get along. After that decision was made, they were almost inseparable. Jen was a petite blond with blue eyes and a gymnast's body. She just earned a scholarship out of state to compete on the collegiate level. Tara was a redhead with a hot temper and a hot body. She was a volleyball player in high school, but turned down athletic scholarships for academic ones.
I ran for the cabin but it was no use. I was soaking wet by the time I reached it. I tried to open the door and was more than a little bit angry when I realized it was locked. I saw a pair of green eyes peeking through the blinds and could hear Tara giggling at my dismay. I pounded on the door until Jen took mercy on me and let me in. Just as I walked in another crash of thunder echoed through the lake area. I hurried in and slammed the door behind me.
I noticed that neither Tara nor Jen had escaped the rain. Tara's curly red hair was wet and her white bikini top was soaking. Her pale skin had a dusting of freckles around her shoulders but her flat stomach was smooth and blemish free. Both she and Jen were wearing tiny pairs of grey athletic shorts with the waist rolled down strategically in an effort to accent their stomachs and bikini bottoms. Jen's blond hair was pulled up and her ample cleavage was wet and shining in the cabin light. I was soaking wet and pulled off my shirt and let my blue swimming trunks drip dry.
"Looks like someone had been working out." Tara said with a giggle.
"Yeah I don't know where he spends more time at, in the classroom or the gym." Jen said.
"Don't have much of a social life cousin?" Tara asked.
"When has Kevin ever had a social life?" Jen said.
"Don't be so mean; He is just focused on learning." Tara said.
"Thanks for sticking up for me." I said to Tara.
The thunder died down but the rain seemed to increase. Jen and Tara fixed some sandwiches while I fooled around with the stereo until I found a station that we all agreed upon. We sat and ate and enjoyed the music. I noticed that Tara was looking at me a few times but would avert her glance each time acknowledged her stare. Jen became excited when her favorite dance song began playing. She started to shake her hips and dance as if she was in a club scamming on guys. Tara joined in for a few moments and I was started to enjoy the display. Tara and Jen started to compete on who had the dirtiest dance moves.
"Kevin you have to be the judge." Jen said.
"I don't quite feel qualified to make a choice." I said.
"It's easy, just pick the one who is the best at acting slutty" Tara said.
"Ok, but neither of you can hold back because I am here." I said.
Tara winked at me and began to gyrate to the music. She rolled down her shorts a little more and I could see the white strings of her bikini bottom pulled tightly against her porcelain skin. She dipped her body down low and shook her ass as expertly as a dancer in a rap video. Jen could see that I was impressed with Tara's moves and began to try and sway my attention. She pulled her grey shorts off and stood there in her tiny yellow Brazilian cut bikini bottoms. Her ass was especially round and her legs were thick and muscular. She used one of the cabin's support beams as an impromptu pole and spun around with ease. She shook her ass and bent forward as far as she could. The material of her bikini bottom was tight and I could see the outline of her pussy. I must have had quite the expression on my face, because Jen started to laugh and declared herself the winner.
"She is such a tramp?" Tara said with a laugh.
"I told you earlier Tara that my body could break down any man, even my precious big brother." Jen said.
"That's really something to be proud of." Tara said sarcastically.
"I have a good idea." Jen said.
"What is it?" Tara asked.
'Let's play a game." Jen answered.
"I do not want to play a board game, and there is no amount of boredom that could sway my decision" I said.
"There is nothing boring about the game that I wan to play." Jen said.
"Great, I can hardly wait to hear what it is." I said.
"You and Tara need to start a fire in the fireplace and get plenty of alcohol ready. I need about fifteen minutes to get everything together. Jen said.
"Ok, but it better be good." Tara said.
The temperature had fallen quite a bit since the rain started and Jen and Tara decided to change into their night clothes. Tara's curly red hair was pulled back into a ponytail and was wearing an oversized green t-shirt that brought out the color in her eyes and exposed her long legs. Jen had her hair down and was wearing a tiny form fitting white t-shirt and an even smaller pair of white shorts. I felt a little bit of sweat begin to form on the back of my neck. It was partially from the fire that I had just build and the sight of Jen's white thong peering over her tiny shorts. While Tara prepared the drinks I pulled on an old blue t-shirt and pair of grey sweatpants.
It seemed like well over fifteen minutes since Jen started to prepare. Tara and I sat on a blanket spread out near the fireplace. I could sense that she was looking at me and I tried my best not to ogle her in her sleepwear. After a few moments of awkward silence Jen came walking out of the kitchen carrying my father's hunting hat.
