“We’d better be getting back,” I said, taking his hand and leading him toward the shore. “Grandma will keep supper waiting for us, and I don’t want her pissed off.”
We rowed back to shore in the fading light. He smiled at me the whole way, even though I dragged my hands in the lake and kept flicking water in his face. We didn’t speak. What could we say? I love you? That was the hottest sex of my life? I feel dirty, and wicked, and light? No, there were no words, so we rode in silence.
With the boat secured, we threw our towels over our shoulders and headed up to the house. The only person outside was Julian, slumped in his chair, head tilted to the side in sleep, his hand dragging the ground beside him. He was just as beautiful as I remembered, and my breath caught in my chest when he opened his eyes to look at me. Julian was dark, ever since we were kids, and not just dark haired and a darker complexion than Mark and I. He always seemed like there was something just under the surface that he could never share, something that often made him reflective and quiet. I tried so many times to dig deep and find the source of his troubles, but he would just smile and tousle my hair whenever I did.
Around his neck hung a strap for the pair of binoculars that sat on his firm stomach. I froze as he grinned at us and stood.
“My two favorite cousins! I wish I’d gotten here sooner— I could have joined you guys on the lake. Looked like you were having fun,” he said, raising the binoculars and giving Mark a dirty look. He locked me in a bear hug, so I don’t think he saw me blushing. Soon, he pulled me off the ground and swung me around. “So good to see you, Becky.”
“It’s great to see you too.” Regardless of what he saw us doing, he immediately put me at ease.
“Did you have a good day?” He kissed me on the forehead as he brought me back to the ground. At least here was one cousin I wouldn’t have to worry about slipping into an adolescent sexcapade with.
“We better get inside. Grandma is pissed at you guys.”
Mark winked at me as the three of us started up the steps to the house. I stayed two steps behind, admiring the two fine men my cousins had become, and their sexy asses as they took the steps. Damn!
Julian
I couldn’t get to the lake house fast enough. Especially once I got off the phone with Mark. The minute he said, “Love you too,” I knew he was fucking with Becky, and I didn’t know how far he would take it. Turns out, he took it all the way.
By the time I got there, they were out on the island with the boat. That was okay— I got to catch up with Grandma, Grandpa, and my aunts and uncles. All the usual questions. How’s work? Where are you living? When are you going to find a nice girl and settle down? You’re almost thirty, you know. Of course I knew how fucking old I was! Sorry, but that shit gets to me after a while.
After our little chitchat, I sat down on the porch with a beer and stared at the lake. I saw two figures jump from the cliff in the distance. Damn! If I’d just gotten there a little earlier, I could have been jumping the cliff with them. I told Mark to wait for me— that I was almost there. Bastard.
I got up and went into the house. “Grandpa? Do you still have your binoculars?” After the lecture about putting the lens caps back on and putting them back in the case, I returned to my spot on the porch and worked on sighting in the island. Grandpa was nearly blind, so it was tricky getting them focused in. Now, I kind of wish I hadn’t.
The two were in the water, bare ass naked. Fuck, she was so hot, just like I knew she’d be. I watched in shock as Mark touched our fair cousin all over. Some I could see, some I could only imagine. In only a few minutes, the two of them were fucking, right out in the open, right in front of God and Grandpa’s binoculars. I had to beat it to the boathouse to, um, try and ease my frustration. I couldn’t. And trust me, I tried hard. Couldn’t get Mark’s cocky grin out of my mind.
I thought Becky was gonna shit a brick when they came back to the house and she saw me with the binoculars. So funny, but we all lived through it, which is kind of surprising since it took everything I had not to break Mark’s fucking neck.
Dinner was good, even though Grandma was pissed that Mark and Becky kept everyone waiting so long. If she and the rest of the family only knew what we were all waiting for the pair of them to do, we’d have had a long dirt road full of ambulances.
It was hard not to stare at Becky all night. I watched Shark Week on the Discovery Channel with Grandpa and kept a pillow in my lap to hide my boner. Mark and Becky played Scrabble on the floor, right in front of me. This little thing I had for Becky wasn’t new. When we were kids, she was the pesky little shit that always wanted me to play, wanted to come with me wherever I went. By the time she hit her teens, she was developing very nicely and I had no trouble letting her tag along. By the time she let me feel her up in the boathouse, she was smokin’. Yes, I felt her up and she yanked on my pecker. Get over it. The next year, she nearly swallowed the damn thing. God, I wanted to fuck her so bad, but she was only sixteen, and, she was my cousin. Now that I’m older and know a lot more than I did back then, I’ll admit that she was the girl I fantasized about whenever I beat off. Hell, even when I was with other women. I admit it. That’s how amazing she is.
When the show was over and none of the divers got eaten by sharks, I tossed the pillow and grabbed another beer from the kitchen. It was time to go back to the boathouse. There’s only so long a guy can lie around with a woody before he’s got to do something about it. Mark and I were roomies for the weekend, so privacy would be hard to come by. To the boathouse.
Thanks for reading,
Brandie
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