“Will you stop staring at her?” she grumbled. “It’s embarrassing.”
“I’m not staring,” I replied, even as my eyes tracked Holly’s cute bubblebutt sashaying away.
“If you stare any harder, you’re going to burn a hole in her shorts.”
“Maybe,” I said, memorizing the curve of her hips and the way her blonde ponytail swayed side-to-side with every step. Just before she stepped around into one of the cabins, she glanced back in my direction and flashed me a smile so dazzling it should have included sparkles at its corners. I quickly looked away, focusing again on the massive barbeque Maggie and I were scrubbing together.
“Why do you do that?” Maggie asked, catching my shy, embarrassed look away as easily as she had my longing stare.
“Do what?” I asked, fighting off a blush and hating how well my sister knows me
“Trust me, the way she shook that ass and glanced back to make sure you were looking, she’s interested.”
“Not everyone comes to a family reunion to hook-up,” I scoffed, giving her an accusing glare. There were always rumors about this cousin or that one sneaking off into the woods for a bit of fun. For Maggie, I knew it was more than a rumor. Both of the last two years I had caught her sneaking into the woods with one of our cousins, leaving me to figure out an excuse for her when Mom and Dad had asked where she was. I called her out on it. “Wonder if Seth will be here this year.”
“We didn’t hook-up,” she insisted until she noticed my raised eyebrows. Wearing a playful smirk, she quickly amended her statement. “We just fooled around a little bit.”
“Uh-huh,” I said, nodding because I knew better. “And what about the year before that with Kevin?”
“Yeah, well, that was an accident. He got me drunk.” She scrubbed for a moment before asking, “Were you spying on me?”
“Are you kidding? You sneak back into the tent with that freshly fucked look about you and you think I can’t tell?”
“Perv,” she giggled before added, “Well you know they say, ‘Incest is best.'”
I rolled my eyes and went back to work. I was fine as long as Holly wasn’t around, but whenever she was, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She became that unattainable girl who remains forever just out of reach. My eyes couldn’t stop following her as I memorized every graceful movement she made, like how she would reach occasionally behind her head and stroke her long, blonde ponytail. Holly would raise her arms over her head, capturing her golden strands with both hands and stroke its length twice before letting it fall back against her. God, I loved seeing her making that simple gesture. Every time she did it, she would bow out her chest, thrusting her perky, teacup sized tits up and outward while her t-shirt would ride up, flashing the even tan of her flat stomach.
Maggie caught me staring again. “You could do her if you wanted to, you just need to talk to her.”
“First off, let’s assume she’s okay with getting it on with a cousin,” I said. “Why would she want me?”
“Because you’re a hottie!”
“Says my sister,” I groaned.