“Is it okay if I drink it here?”
“Sure,” I said, feeling my heart pounding inside my chest as she pulled up a folding camp chair and sat down.
Holly blew across her cup before taking a small sip. “Mm, hot and black, same with how I like my men,” she said, flashing me one of those dazzling smiles that deserved sparkles at its corners.
“Me too,” I said, meaning my coffee, not men, and I stumbled over myself trying to make that distinction while Holly laughed at me.
“It’s okay. It’s funnier the other way.” She sent down her coffee and did that move with her hair where she grabbed it with both hands before allowing it to cascade against her neck. I stared at her tits before catching myself and quickly looked down to my coffee cup and made sure it was still black. If she noticed my stare, it didn’t show. I tried to think of something to say and came up blank. Fuck, I sucked talking to girls. Finally, she filled the gap. “I’m your Aunt Abby’s daughter.”
That made Holly and I first cousins. I nodded and smiled, starting another awkward silence I desperately searched for a way to fill it. “You weren’t here last year,” I blurted out.
“Or the two years before that,” she said. “Cheerleading camp, but I graduated this year.”
“Cool,” I said, still feeling lame with my single syllable words.
“So Maggie’s your older sister?”
“Yep,” I said, caught myself, and over corrected with too much of the story of our life. I explained how I had skipped a year, how Maggie had started late, and talked until I realized I was talking too much. “Anyway, a lot of people think we’re fraternal twins.”
“Around here, I guess it doesn’t matter, does it?”
“Yeah.” Dammit. Once more, that was all I had.
“Your sister is really pretty.”
“She knows,” I said and Holly laughed, though I didn’t realize I was being funny.
“I remember coming here when I was little and hoping I would grow up to be as pretty as her.”
“You’re prettier,” I said before realizing how bad that sounded. “I mean, you know, you are, but I it’s not like I’ve been checking you out or anything.”
“Yes, you have been,” she said with a twinkle in her eye as she sipped her cup of joe. “You blush a lot.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s cute. You’re cute.”
I could feel myself blushing a deeper shade of whatever color I had become.
“We should hang out later,” she said.
“Sure,” I managed without stuttering.
Holly flashed me another smile bright enough to sell any brand of toothpaste before handing me her coffee cup. I watched her cute little bubblebutt as she walked away and, of course, she had to glance over her shoulder and catch me staring. She smiled, gave me a tiny wave, and strutted away as I kept staring.
The camp made due with only four toilets inside a long, narrow shack. Behind the building were four showerheads with partitions, but not doors. After Holly’s visit, I climbed beneath my sheets and pulled on my swimsuit while Maggie softly snored. I grabbed a towel and took a shower just in case Holly and I spent time together later that day.
By the time I made it back to our tent, the three sleepy eyed relatives most closely related to me were drinking the coffee I had made. “Good morning party animals,” I said with a wide grin and in a voice filled with more cheer than any of them could face.