Like a sex kitten, I swinged my hips from side to side as though I was Halle Berry in the new Bond movie. My double cousin, Simon stayed by the side of the pool where I had left him after our kiss.
I walked across the patio and inside my Aunt's Sydney beach side house through the glass sliding doors.
My cousin Lola, my Aunt and Mum had just come home from christmas shopping and put their bags down on the lounge room table.
"Don't look, " Lola said, "or it won't be a surprise."
"I'm going upstairs." I announced.
I went up to the room I was staying in to get a wrap around for my bikini. I searched through my messy suitcases in the corner of the room. I was sharing the same room as my mum. After some effort, I hauled out a wrap around, which was black with a white starry pattern on it. I wrapped it around my waist and tied it at the side. I caught a picture of myself in the full-length mirror. My ginger hair had cascaded with the water, and feel below my shoulders in tight curls. My skin was peachy from the arousal, my lips plump and red, but not as bee-stung as Angelina Jolie's. My green eyes had dark smudges around them from when my eyeliner had melted with the pool water. But it looked laid back and sexy. I was quite tall for a girl. Not plump, not skinny, but with quite large melon shaped breasts and long legs with a bit of flesh on my thighs. I was conscious of my large thighs, although men told me it was sexy.
After admiring my physique and criticising it in the mirror, I made my way down to the kitchen. Lola and mum were carrying plates of food outside to the barbecue area. Simon was in the kitchen cutting up carrots and celery for my mum. That's all mum's diet allowed for. I thought she would turn into a horse soon. My Aunt was singing a song in the kitchen and ignored my presence as she usually did.
"We're having a barbecue." Lola said.
As instructed, I grabbed some round bread rolls and took them outside on a plastic disposable plate. Simon kept giving me upward glances with his eyes that I returned. Outside the sliding doors was a sunken in brick area with a barbecue in a corner, and a glass outdoors table in the centre. It's a typical Sydney seaside house set up. My Aunt has a pool though, because she doesn't like getting sand in her bathers. Above the sunken area are more bricks leading to the pool.
I placed the buns gingerly on the glass table, becoming conscious of my movements. I wanted to look sexy. Simon came outside through the glass doors and quickly pinched one of my bum cheeks. "Simon!" I called out as if surprised. He laughed.
He turned the gas on the barbecue, as I watched him bend over and imagined touching his arse again. I would like a piece of him, I thought. The barbecue lit up, as Simon waved a pair of tongs over it and began turning over slabs of chops.
Simon heaped the meat onto a plate and plonked it in the middle of the glass outdoor table, and sat himself down opposite me. My Aunt placed the plate of celery and carrots on the table, and a bowel of little butters wrapped up in pretty foil. Lola placed down some coke and my mum put down a collection of condiments.
Simon rubbed his foot up my leg, and then teasingly took it back. Just his foot on my leg was enough for me to get tingly.
"So, what did you buy?" Simon asked my Aunt, trying to strike a conversation.
"A few Christmas pressies?" said his mum, "which wouldn't be a surprise if I told you."
I chopped my steak up into small pieces, and noticed Simon was watching my lips. I licked my lips suggestively. We exchanged glances. I began to eat my sausage, making sure Simon was watching me. I covered it in tomato sauce and took it to my lips, licking the tomato sauce off it slowly, licking my lips in between. Then I began nibbling at it.
"What are you doing with that sausage?" mum asked. Suddenly self-conscious, I gobbled it down.
"You can go do the dishes, since Simon and I set up and cooked." Mum said.
Grudgingly, I collected everyone's plates up and brought them inside to the kitchen. I hated doing the dishes. I shoved them into the dishwasher.
Simon walked into the kitchen with things from the table.
"These will make tonight more fun." He told me, and picked up one of the spare butter patties and shoved it down my bikini top so it tucked into my breasts.
I couldn't think of anything I wanted more than his hot little arse.
Then he grabbed some left over carrot sticks off the table, and stuck it down the bottom pants of my bikini under my wrap.
"And we'll take this." He said, and went into the fridge and grabbed an ice cream and shoved it down my pants so it was between my legs.
The ice cream was so cold it numbed my pussy. It also made walking around hard to walk, but it felt sensationally erotic.
