Emily's Naughty Cousins (2 page)

Emily shut the door to her new room and threw
herself onto the bed. The whole place blew her mind. Nathan had set
her bags out on the full four-post king-sized bed. The bay window
beside it caught the tail-end of the sunset, a gentle rosy glow
that disappeared beneath the cool blue of the ocean.

The doorbell rang far off, and Emily lifted
herself from the bed to get ready. Comfy meant pajamas, and so she
slipped off her clothes and pulled on her light blue tank top and
boy short panties. A little boyish for sure, but Emily hadn't ever
been with a boyfriend long enough to know whether they actually
liked all those frilly panties and thongs she admired at the
lingerie store.

"Emily, pizza's here!" Jennifer called.

"Better hurry," Nathan added, "Jennifer is
trying to eat all of it before you come down." Some muffled,
giggling words betrayed Jennifer's guilty mouthful.

"I'll be right there!" Emily called, smiling
at herself in a full-length mirror. Swim team practice didn't just
make her into a good baggage-handler. Slim and toned from
near-daily exercise, she still maintained that feminine softness
that curved out her hips and breasts nicely.

Just in the past year or so the latter made
rather nice gains too, much to Emily's pride. She cupped her
braless chest and turned side to side. Not quite at the level of
Jennifer's, her generous handfuls nonetheless came from the same
familial stock. Beneath her shirt were quarter-sized areolas atop
mounds with just enough weight to their roundness to give them a
little bell-like curve.

"Still getting bigger, but..." The lovely
girl was still shy about her body and its proportions - even alone.
Swim practice had one-piece suits and the water to hide most of her
skin. She glanced at her suitcase and saw the flower-print bikini
she bought, wondering if she would have the courage to wear it.

"Emily! We've got some movies you'll like
too." Jennifer's voice floated up from the downstairs. "Stop ogling
yourself and come here!"

"I'm not ogling!" Emily turned from the bag
and trotted out the door. At the top of the stairs she heard Nathan
and Jennifer whistling at her scant attire. "Hey!"

"Sorry, I see what it was." Jennifer grinned,
"Can't help but ogle at that. Right, brother?"

"Yeah," he nodded sagely, "I'm liking the boy
shorts myself."

"Oh, got a thing for girls in boy shorts
now?" Jennifer nudged him in the ribs.

"Maybe," Nathan replied with a nudge of his
own.

"Shut up! They're comfy..." Emily huffed, but
the smell of fresh pizza placated her. All their teasing was
forgiven, and the night began.

The evening passed along as the trio feasted
on the small stack of pizzas, laughing and catching up on life.
Nathan and Jennifer were freshmen in college, already in their
second semester. Actually they were attending the same one and
shared an off campus apartment despite stuffy school regulations.
Even if they did find out, it wasn't like a brother and sister
would be up to anything naughty...

Emily laughed along with them as Jennifer and
Nathan battled for the last slice of Canadian bacon. The fight
ended with Jennifer's arms locked behind her back as Nathan fed her
the piece, teasing it away every now and again. Obviously the two
were not a bit timid with getting physical with one another.

When the movies came out Jennifer snuggled up
on Nathan like he was her personal recliner, and he in turn wrapped
his arms around her front. They didn't leave Emily out though -
Jennifer propped her feet up on her lap, laughing at Emily's
grousing.

"You'll get your turn cousin. Some day…"
Jennifer said, sighing as Nathan endured his sister's cattish
attentions.

It was all in good fun of course. The action
movie had them all tossing popcorn at one another, and the romantic
comedy would have put Nathan to sleep if Jennifer didn't keep
poking his cheek. When the horror movie came, both girls found
themselves glued to Nathan's sides like clams to a rock, so that by
the end the boy could barely pry them off. Finally Nathan shut the
television off and leaned back into the couch.

"Gah, that was... graphic."

"Yeah," Emily said, still wide-eyed. She
tried to convince herself that those stupid campers were just
filled with high-pressure tomato sauce and actually needed to be
depressurized by the guy with the chainsaw. Jennifer huffed and
straightened up.

"Hmph. I don't know - when they are all
hack-and-slash like that, it kinda takes away from the
scariness."

"Oh? Not scary, huh?" Nathan mused. He jammed
his fingers into her side, and Jennifer's screeching jump sent her
into Nathan's waiting lap. Emily and Nathan laughed, though
Jennifer pursed her lips.

"Whatever," the red-cheeked girl said. "I
think we said something about bed time? Yeah, it's bed time. Come
on!" She got up and pulled Emily to her feet.

"I'm not that tired," Emily yawned. Jennifer
cocked her head, readying up to scold her like an older sister. The
look itself was argument enough. "Fine, fine. I'll go to bed."

"Good. We've got a lot of beach-stuff planned
for tomorrow, and we can't have you laying around the whole
time."

"No fun if you're just a tanning lump, like
some girls I know..." Nathan added behind Jennifer's shoulder.
Emily stifled a giggle as Jennifer's look shot daggers back at
him.

"Anyway, off to bed. Off you go!" Jennifer
shooed her halfway up the stairs. Emily turned around at the top
and rubbed her eyes.

"Goodnight guys. Tonight's been a lot of
fun."

"The fun’s just beginning," Jennifer's smirk
belied the mischievous girl’s secret plans. Not that a tired Emily
would have noticed it right then. Jennifer turned to her brother
and whispered, a little something that made the handsome guy grin
the same way.

Emily plopped onto the bed, and shut off like
a light. Warm nights always had a weird effect on the girl though.
Within an hour of closing her eyes she started having all sorts of
strange dreams.

In a particular one she was in the school's
pool, trying her best to win a race that no one else was competing
in. But no matter how fast she swam, Jennifer and Nathan had
already beaten her to the end, laughing and teasing one another as
Emily struggled to keep up.

But the strangest dream she had set her in
her own house’s living room. They hadn't seen her yet, the couple
embracing on the opposite side by the fireplace. They were making
out. Passionately. Emily watched as they pawed along one another
and stripped the clothes from each other's backs.

Emily couldn't believe it! In moments the two
were naked, the gentle glow of the fireplace playing across their
light skin. But as much as she knew she should, Emily couldn't look
away. She leaned closer, unable to take her eyes off of them as
they fondled and caressed one another. Only when they finally
noticed her did she recognize the sultry pair.

"Look who it is, sis..." Nathan said,
squeezing his sister's ass.

"Mmm, don't you look sexy tonight..."
Jennifer stroked her hand along her brother's chest. Emily looked
down at herself, and realized she was naked too. Jennifer smiled
that strange crooked smile, and reached out her hand towards
her.

"Are you ready to join us, cousin?" She said,
releasing a long moan as Nathan’s hand disappeared between her
legs. “We’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long!”

Emily startled awake. Sweat beaded off her
forehead, and she threw off the heavy covers.

"Stupid heat..." she mumbled, turning on the
nightstand light and squinting in the brightness. She knew better
than to wrap herself up in all those downy sheets in such balmy
spring weather, but it felt so good at the time. Groggy and
exhausted, the girl's heart nonetheless thumped in her ears. The
naughty dream's eerie images still danced in her mind.

She swallowed, throat dry as the sandy beach.
She sighed and got up, trying to remember where the water was.
Downstairs. She got to the door and the top of the stairs without
incident, but once on the ground floor she heard something.

Voices. There were faint voices coming from
the ground floor bedroom. Were Nathan and Jennifer still awake?
Emily got a glass and began to fill it, but the tinkling water
couldn't hide the weirdest sounds. A kind of dull thumping or
rocking, matching some increasing tempo.

"
Maybe they left on some movie or
something
," Emily wondered, since there was a little cry
stifled by the door, and the thumping stopped. The voices continued
a moment later, sounding breathy, so it had to be some kind of
exciting show going on in there. Cold water ran over Emily's
fingers as she over poured, and she jumped back to reality.

"Crap!" She said, and felt along the
countertop for napkins. The voices stopped dead. "
They must have
heard me,
" she thought, and sure enough the door slowly opened
as Jennifer emerged.

"Hey cousin, what're you doing out here?" she
said. She didn't sound tired at all - quite wired in fact.

"Just getting some water. I had the weirdest
dream..."

"Oh? What was it?" Jennifer sauntered over to
the kitchen.

"Um, nothing I guess. Just..." Then, as
Jennifer opened the fridge to get some of her own water, Emily
paused. "What are you wearing?"

"This?" Jennifer tugged on her oversized top.
"Oh, this is just a shirt I really like."

"Isn't that Nathan's?" Emily looked at it.
The tribal-pattern designs were unmistakable. He had been wearing
it just before bed.

"Well, yeah. I stole it from him," Jennifer
giggled as she filled up her glass. Emily stared. Her cousin had a
strange look to her - relaxed and stealing glances back at the dark
bedroom, standing sort of hip-cocked and rocking side to side like
she was marching in place. If Emily didn't know better, she would
had said her cousin just had a really nice session with her
boyfriend. But that wasn't possible.

"Emily, you're spilling again."

"Oh!" Emily righted her glass again and threw
a fistful of napkins onto her latest spillage. But she couldn't
stop looking back at her cousin. Now Jennifer’s head was bowed, not
for looking at the floor but to smell the shirt she was wearing.
Nathan's shirt.

"You know how comfortable boy shorts are.
Well, boy shirts are comfortable too you know," Jennifer said,
shutting the refrigerator and considering her clumsy cousin. "You
can tell me about your dream tomorrow if you remember it, alright?
I'm a bit worn out right now..."

"Seems like it," Emily lied. Jennifer’s weird
little smile that appeared didn't help dispel the odd feeling in
the pit of her stomach. Emily’s cousin walked off towards the
bedroom again, her wide hips swaying beneath the hem of her
brother's shirt.

"Goodnight, Emily. I'm already looking
forward to tomorrow."

"M-me too," Emily said, gripping her glass in
both hands now. Her attention was focused on something else. In the
dark her cousin couldn't see how Emily's jaw fell open.

Jennifer wasn't wearing anything underneath
her brother’s shirt.

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"Ahhh! The beach at last! God that feels
great," Jennifer proclaimed, stretching out in the sun's full rays
next to Nathan. "You ready in there, Emily?"

"Maybe..." The girl replied.

"Emily, we've talked about this,” Jennifer
began, “All the girls wear bikini's here, so there's nothing to be
bashful about. You're on the swim team for god's sake!"

"Yeah, well, but they're all one-pieces...
I've got a spare. I'll go get-"

"No!" Jennifer planted her knuckles on her
hips, "Get your cute bikini-butt out here right now or I'll send
Nathan in to carry you out!"

“I will too,” Nathan warned, “I like cute
bikini-butts.”

"Okay, okay! I'm coming out..." Emily moaned
and fretted, but there was no use. The bay doors creaked open and
Emily stepped out. Her cousins gawked.

"Hey! No looking at me like that," Emily
twisted up like a vine trying to climb itself.

"Wow Emily," Nathan said, "You look amazing
in that! No need to hide it."

"Really?" Emily began to relax a bit. Nathan
nodded, enthusiastic as his eyes followed along the flower print
swimsuit and her midsection.

"Yeah. You'll be putting the rest of these
beach-goers to shame along with Jennifer. Right, sis?" He patted
his sister's shoulder, and she shut her hanging mouth like a
nutcracker.

"Yes, totally!" She exclaimed. She almost
squealed in delight. "Emily, you're so pretty in that - I can't
stand it!" She rushed over and took hold of Emily’s hands, pulling
them away from the curling orange and yellow flowers that made up
her swimsuit. The sleek material didn't cling to her features so
much as enhance them, and the rings holding the little triangles
together glimmered in the morning sun. "It's not so bad, is
it?"

"I... I guess not." Emily muttered.

"See? Being sexy feels good sometimes, huh?"
Jennifer smirked. Her own leopard-print bikini competed with
Emily's on that scale, its strings tied in adorable bows that
accentuated the flares of her hips and spine. Nathan stood by with
just a simple pair of swim trunks on, but his bare chest and
midsection showed the hard-lined definition that comes with years
of strain and exercise.

"You look great, Emily," Nathan assured her.
"If anyone makes you feel bad, I'll take care of them."

"Oh look, you've got Nathan all protective!"
Jennifer laughed and began pulling on Emily's wrists. "Same here,
so come on! You can't keep your bodyguards waiting."

"Okay..." Emily shuffled out onto the warm
sand and down the beach. They escorted her along the shoreline, and
soon enough Emily began to forget about her state of dress as the
beach awed her. By the time they arrived at their little
umbrella-shaded camp, Emily regained her spirit of adventure.