My cousin Abby and I were not really close. We had hung out together as kids, of course, but as we grew into spotty teenagers and then young adults we only really saw one another at family a occasions like weddings and funerals.
What brought us together again was that we both went through marital breakdown at around the same time. We had a few phone calls between us - supportive ones. It was during one of these calls that Abby told me about the holiday.
She had booked a holiday for herself and her ex months ago (before she found out about his 'other woman').
"What are you doing first week of May?" She asked me.
Apparently she couldn't get a refund, but she could change one of the names for a reasonable admin charge.
"Why the hell not?" I said. Abby was my cousin, what harm could it do?
On the plane we chatted easily. We reminisced about old times and bitched about our exes. We also joked that we wouldn't find it easy to pull as we looked like a couple.
Abby was disarmingly frank about 'needing a man' and I reassured her that she was still a great catch and I had no doubt there would be a queue.
This wasn't just flannel. Abby was pretty and slender. She had blonde, wavy hair and green eyes. She had turned up for our flight in tight, fashionable jeans and football top, She is a mad keen football fan. She looked great and I had to tell myself off for looking admiringly at her bottom as she leant forward at the check in queue. She would certainly have no trouble attracting male attention.
We arrived at the hotel late at night. Our room was large with two single beds, and a comfy looking sofa. She went first into the bathroom and emerged in a T Shirt nightie a few minutes later. I got a glimpse of her beautiful slender legs as she got into her bed. I felt sure I glimpsed the shape of her nipples through the cotton and told myself off again as I went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. When I had said goodnight and got into bed, I struggled to clear my head but soon fell asleep.
Next morning I went and hired a car while Abby went to the local shop for supplies. She had been to the island before, and knew the best beach was only reachable by car. She directed me to park at a roadside parking spot and then we had to walk down a long, steep path to a beautiful secluded beach. I was a little surprised when I noticed that some of the couples on the beach were naked! Was Abby a naturist?
"I have been naked on this beach before, but I've bought a bikini today, so don't worry!"
We chose a spot and laid down our beach bags. I stripped down to my shorts, and Abby had had the foresight to put her bikini on underneath her T shirt and shorts.
Abby's bikini was best described as 'tiny.' It was pink and basically consisted of triangles of cotton which just about covered the essential bits. I didn't leave much to the imagination, and my imagination was troubling me a lot!
She was a seasoned sunbather, and made sure she turned over periodically and occasionally adjusted her towel so that she remained lined up with the sun. When she wasn't looking at me I couldn't help admiring her form. The gentle upward curve from her back to her bottom was particularly fascinating me.
She chose this moment to ask me to apply suncream to her back! Oh what sweet torture. She reached behind her and unfastened the top of her bikini whenever she was on her front. As I applied the cream to her back I'm sure I heard a little 'mmm' from her. I took my time and made sure I went all the way from her shoulders to the top of her bikini bottoms, not wanting the moment to end. I might have sounded a little croaky when I asked if she wanted me to do the backs of her legs too. She answered in the affirmative and I could feel a stirring in my shorts as I got close to her peachy bottom.
"I'd better do your back too," It was an instruction, so I obediently lay on my front as I felt her hands running over the back of my body too. It felt delicious.
Time went on and I must have dozed off. When I awoke, Abby was on her back, but this time she hadn't replaced the bikini top. She probably concluded that it didn't matter while I was dozing. Now I was transfixed by her beautiful breasts. She didn't have particularly large boobs, but she had the most wonderful nipples. I imagined cupping one in my hand and sucking the nipple. She slowly opened her eyes, shielding them from the sun with her hand. When she saw that I was awake she reached for her bikini top.
"It's OK," I said, "I've seen a topless girl before!"
To my delight she dropped the top and set about unpacking our picnic. I then had the bizarre experience of eating lunch while my very attractive cousin's very attractive breasts were about four feet away. I was trying hard not to stare.
"Are they distracting you?" She scolded.
"Sorry, I didn't mean..."
"It's ok, no harm done. At least I know they still look ok."
"Ok? They're beautiful, I'm just not used to seeing them!"
"And I'm not used to wearing clothes on this beach! I will get tan lines!"
"I don't mind if you want to get naked."
