Edited by lgustosmio with thanks
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"So you're going to try and entertain your cousin a bit when they get here?" his mother asked Zach again as she scurried around the house doing last minute tidy up. He was sprawled on the couch in the rec room playing a video game on his phone.
"I know you weren't overly impressed with her when we were at their place ... wow! That was over a year ago now! But we don't see them very often, and it's really nice they agreed to come spend Christmas with us this year." Zach's family lived in a suburb of Toronto while his mother's sister had married a man from Nova Scotia and had moved to Cape Breton Island. His cousin, Miss Elizabeth Mary MacTavish, had inherited her father's Scottish looks with flaming red hair, pale skin, and turquoise eyes. He also remembered her to be tall, boyish, flat-chested and knocked kneed.
"What time is the little hillbilly supposed to get here?"
"Zach!" his mother exclaimed, but couldn't help from laughing. "Your father is gone to the airport now. You be nice to her and let her hang out with you. You're both the same age, and she really didn't want to come." She scurried off then to tidy other parts of the house.
"Don't expect me to make her cum," he snickered to himself. As an eighteen year old male sex was never far from his mind, especially since he was a very frustrated virgin. He was tall but thin. He had spent the last year really trying to put on weight and went to the gym almost every day. It had some impact on him. He had put on about ten pounds and all of it was muscle, but still he was very lean at five foot ten and about one fifty. He had short, but unruly, mousey brown hair and deep brown eyes.
In time, he heard the front door open and the squeals from his mother and her sister. "Oh well," he muttered to himself, "Ho ho ho, can't wait from them to go go go." He got up and went to the door to pretend to be happy to see them. He noticed Elizabeth, or Liz as they called her, right away. He couldn't really not notice her. Her hair was long and curly, one could call it magnificent. Left over summer freckles danced across her face as she turned her turquoise eyes to him. He reluctantly had to admit that she was really very pretty, in a wild Gaelic sorta way. She was also quite bundled up, in a large ski jacket, scarf, gloves, jeans, and big fluffy Ugg boots.
He hugged his uncle and aunt but balked when he came to Liz, it was already uncomfortable. He had to do it though, and briefly embraced her around the shoulders. "How was Everest, Liz?" he snickered.
"Just as cheeky as ever!" His aunt slapped his arm. "It's milder on the east coast, Zach. We don't get this continental cold you guys get."
"Our luggage is in the van, Zach," Liz told him smugly. "Mine is the heavy one you can take to your room. Hope you fumigated."
"Liz!" her father chuckled. "They're at it like sister and brother already!" he told his brother-in-law.
"Going to be a fun Christmas!" Zach's father laughed. "Now go get the ladies' bag, buddy!"
Zach had to make several trips, slipping on the ice and snow in the driveway, to get the luggage in the house. He'd better not complain about it through, or his father would have him out scraping and salting it. "She's pretty. I'll give her that," he muttered to himself. "Probably still has a body like a two by four though." When he got it all inside, he checked the tags and found Liz's bag, the largest of course, and started dragging it to his room.
Everyone was in the kitchen now, and Liz stepped out from around the corner. "Don't damage that." He looked at her and had to do a double take. She was still very slender but the two by four body certainly was getting a bit curvy. There was some semblance of hips and while she still barely needed a bra, a set of cute shapely breasts pushed out and up from the flatness he remembered. He had to drag his eyes from her before getting embarrassed. "Here! That's for your trouble!" She dug in her pocket and flipped him a loonie.
"You're too kind." He deftly caught it from the air and pocketed it. He wasn't proud. A dollar was a dollar.
"Show me where it is again," she said, following him as he hefted her suitcase and carried it down the stairs. His bedroom was off the rec room which was all decked out in gaudy decorations. There was a guest room upstairs her parents would occupy, and he was to sleep on the couch in the living room upstairs. "You're filling out a bit since I saw you last," she mentioned, as he pulled her bag down the hall. He blushed. It was something he was self-conscious about, something he had worked on so hard. Her compliment, coming from what he remembered as a saucy snot (as they'd say out east) who had turned into a bit of a babe--well, it went right to his ego.
After he finally dragged the beast of a suitcase into his room, he turned to her. If she was a regular girl he'd never have the guts to say it, but she was different, "And I'm gonna say it, just a second cause it's not easy, ok here I go, may regret it, but ... you're after getting half hot."
"Gee," she smirked. "Thanks, I guess."
"You got any other bags?"
"My carry on. It's in the porch."
"Yeah ... get it yourself." He smirked, as he shouldered past her.
"Asshole!" She laughed, as she pushed him from behind.
He laughed back as he sprinted upstairs, ducking a novel that she sent spinning after him. "Your daughter has issues, Uncle Al!" He grinned, as he went back to the kitchen.
"Takes after her Ma!" Al chuckled.
"Yeah, sure with a head fulla blasty boughs, she takes after me." Zach's aunt laughed and tousled her husband's red hair.
"Jesus, Aunt Steph, you're talking just like them now!"
"Language, Zach," his mother said disapprovingly.
"It's Jesus' birthday isn't it?" he called over his shoulder as he went for the rest of the bags.
"Not for another week yet!" she yelled after him.
He finished bringing all the bags to the rooms, having to slalom past several annoying nutcrackers his mother had set up around the house, and went back to the couch to relax again. It was the holidays after all, and he had just finished a challenging first semester at the University of Toronto. He didn't have much time to himself before Liz joined him, plopping down at the other end of the couch.
"Whatya doin'? Playin' with yerself?"
He looked up. "Speak English please. And I guess I'm playing with you now?"
"You wish."
"Don't get ahead of yourself!"
"You already said I was hot. You can't take that back now."
"Actually, I only said half hot."
She mused that over awhile. "So what half?" she said eventually. "My top half or my bottom half? Or maybe it's my front half or my back half? My tits or my ass?" she whispered as she smirked at him.
"Hmmmm, you know I haven't had a real good look at your ass yet."
"Well I'm not about to pose. Yours isn't too bad though." she smirked.
"Jesus, I was supposed to water the tree yesterday! Shit!" He jumped up and went to the bathroom to get a jug and filled it with water from the sink. He went to the tree and passed the jug to her. "Here. Want to do the honours?"
"Sure." She shrugged, and taking the water jug got on her hands and knees to crawl under the Christmas tree.
"Yeah, that's nice," he said, while trying not to laugh.
She put her head down on the carpet when she realized what happened. "You ASSHOLE!" She laughed.
"Yeah ... forget about the half part." He watched as she poured the water into the tree stand. "Pretty cool you're finishing the job though."
She backed out and gave him the jug back. "You're still an asshole," but she grinned wide as she said it. They went back to the couch and sat on opposite ends, with their backs to the arms to look at each other. He had one leg hanging off the couch and the other curled up. She put her two tiny sock clad feet over his shin. "Don't mind if I do that?"
"Yeah, that's ok." He casually laid a hand on one of her feet.
