"Here we are," Dad said, pulling up to the ranch house.
"Here" was my uncle and aunt's ranch, "we" referred to my dad, my mom, my sister Audrey, and myself, and "are" is self explanatory.
As the car came to a halt, we all began unbuckling, and as we each began stepping out of the car I was careful not to step on any of the flowers nearby. It was springtime; the wildflowers all appeared to be in full bloom, and it was beautiful. There were purple flowers, pink flowers, red flowers, orange flowers, yellow flowers, blue flowers, you get the idea: there were a lot of different kinds of flowers, way more than what I was accustomed to, and I was awestruck. As we began unloading our luggage from the car, however, the front door to the ranch house opened, and out came my uncle, my aunt, and their daughters.
The eldest of these is Sarah at 25, although she seems older. She has a really mature and caring vibe, and this impression is further helped by the fact that she is easily the tallest at 6'2". She has long dark brown hair, brown eyes, a gorgeous face with a prominent nose, and her skin is easily the tannest, as she likely has spent the most time outside in her garden. Given the yellow sundress she was wearing, it was difficult not to notice how nicely it clutched at her narrow waist and wide, fertile hips, as well as how it elegantly outlined the slight swelling of her B cup breasts. Cousin or no it was impossible not to notice that she was a lot of woman, in a good way. Next there's Cassie. At 22 years old she is the closest to me in age, only one year below my 23, and as a result we used to spend a lot of time hanging out back when they lived closer to us. All of the sisters look very distinct from one another, and Cassie is no exception. Cassie has very pale skin, red curly hair, and freckles all over her face beneath her round purple glasses. She is just two inches shorter than me at 5'8", and her perky B cup breasts and perfect round ass accentuate her girlish prettiness well. This prettiness was only ever further aided by the devilish smile she likes to wear around me, as she seems to delight in teasing me endlessly. She was wearing some blue jean shorts that surprised me in their shortness and an off-shoulder pink peasant top. It too was small, small enough to reveal both ample white midriff and shoulders unobstructed by bra straps. Freckles covered her shoulders and seemed to enticingly dance their way across her clavicle to meet in the middle. Finally there's Isabella, the youngest at 19. She is also the most socially awkward, seeming to want to go unnoticed, a difficult task given her physical features: she has double D breasts and a voluptuous ass, giving her 5 '7" frame a dramatic hourglass plumpness and softness. Given that she has light brown hair in a bob cut with bangs framing her green eyes and cute button nose, and given that she too wears glasses, if you were to compare her to Velma Dinkley from Scooby-Doo then you wouldn't be the first. Today she wore a skirt and an oversized t-shirt, just in case the Velma comparison needed to be easier to make, although they still weren't enough to hide her well-endowed features. She often wore clothes like these, seemingly in an attempt to hide her body, but these efforts were rarely successful.
As we approached with our luggage they came out to greet us. My uncle and my aunt began asking my parents about the car ride, Sarah began asking my sister what she had been up to, and Cassie came up to me in a jog that seemed almost like a skip. As she did, her boobs rustled unimpeded by a bra beneath her blouse.
"Hey Jake," she chirped peppily. "You been working out?"
I tore my eyes away from her boobs, flat white tummy, and freckled dainty shoulders to look her in the eyes, but her eyes were roaming my arms and chest. I looked down at myself as well.
I was wearing blue jeans and a green t-shirt that fit my physique well, emphasizing my recently bulky chest and strong arms.
"Oh yeah, well, you know, it's good for my self confidence, and I like giving the ladies something to look at."
Cassie gave me a mischievous, knowing smile, winked, and remarked,
"That is much appreciated by us ladies."
I blushed. I didn't really mean for that to come out as flirtatious, I was just trying to make a joke, but if you gave Cassie the chance she'd tease you for anything.
I looked away embarrassed and saw that Isabella was looking at my physique as well. Her eyes met mine, however, and she turned her head away, looking at the others.
I cleared my throat.
"Hi Isabella."
She looked back at me and gave me a cute little wave.
Suddenly Cassie grabbed my hand that wasn't holding my luggage and said,
"C'mon, lemme show you where you'll be sleeping."
She began pulling me behind her, which gave me the perfect chance to see her from behind, confirming that those shorts were definitely far too short. My heart jumped and my stomach lowered to see her pearly white ass cheeks shake and sway as they attached to her thin waist above and then descended into her creamy thighs below by that erotic gap and then bump that female thighs have. I knew that I shouldn't stare but the opportunity felt too good to pass up. Her ass wasn't the biggest but its shape was aesthetic perfection. Cousin or no I can't resist gawking at a woman this beautiful.
She led me inside and then to the house's loft, connected to the main room by a ladder. She ascended said ladder first, giving me even better angles with which to gaze upon her jiggling marshmallow cheeks. As she got to the top she looked down at me and caught my stare.
Smiling deviously again she said,
"Whatcha lookin at there buster?"
I put on my best beleaguered expression, rolled my eyes and said,
"Where am I supposed to look? I'm about to go up the ladder so I'm looking up the ladder."
Cassie giggled and slowly circled her ass hypnotically above me.
"Uh huh. Sure thing big boy. Very believable."
Cassie crawled out of sight, and soon after I followed up the ladder. When I got to the top of the loft, I saw that there was an inflatable mattress set up against where the wall curved to meet the ceiling. Cassie was kneeling in front of it, as the ceiling was too low to properly stand.
She spread her arm behind her and said,
"Ta-da! The prince's goose-feather mattress!"
She jumped onto the mattress, lying on her back.
"And look!" She exclaimed. "You can jerk off all you like and no one will be able to hear you!"
She began pumping her right hand just above her pelvis, scrunching up her face and gritting her teeth, before making an explosion motion with her hand. Due to all this activity, her boobs also visibly jiggled up and down beneath her blouse.
She stopped, turned to face me on her side, rested her chin on her hand then wiggled her eyebrows, saying,
"Eh? Eh?"
