I watched her stretch, you know, that early morning kind that encompasses every inch of your body. And what a voluptuous body she has. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. Her braless breasts were pushing against the thin, pink flannel of her pajama top, her hard nipples clearly visible.
My body reacted to the sight before me as you might expect an 18 year old boy’s body to react. I tried to hide my arousal, but I was too late. She noticed and flashed me a wicked grin.
“Do you like what you see?” Ginny asked, a pouty look on her face.
My face was flush with embarrassment for having been caught looking. “Well, you are very pretty, Ginny,” I said. “B-b-but we are cousins,” I stammered.
“Yes, we are cousins,” she admitted. “But we’re not blood relatives. Our mothers are step-sisters.” And then she stretched again. A very sensual stretch.
My forehead broke out with small beads of perspiration and my obvious excitement grew. “Still,” I said, “we are members of the same extended family. So please stop stretching like that.”
She slowly, sensuously undid the top two buttons of her pajama top, showing of her cleavage. I could not look away.
“I vote that we defy conventual wisdom and become kissin’ cousins,” she said, pursing her lips.
What can I say? I couldn’t resist. I took refuge in Ginny’s arms. In the arms of my cousin Ginny.
Written for these one-word prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (stretch), Word of the Day Challenge (voluptuous), Your Daily Word Prompt (flannel), Scotts Daily Prompt (vote), and Daily Addictions (refuge). Sorry Ragtag Daily Prompt. I couldn’t figure out how to use the word “sequelae” in this post.