My Cousin Fucks Me Right On The Beach

Having a house on the beach is the best. It means that every year, weather permitting, my family comes to visit and I get to see Phil.

Okay. The house isn't mine.

It belongs to my stepfather.

Phil is his nephew, and that means my mom keeps insisting that I call him my cousin.

I don't care.

All I care about is seeing his perfect body in his bathing suit.

I look at him as he approaches me, his body wet as if he just came out of the ocean.

"Why don't you join me in the water?" He asks, sitting next to me on my towel.

I shrug.

"I'm kind of busy right now. But thanks."

He looks down at the book next to me.

"Yeah. I saw you were busy. Watching me."

I gasp.

I hadn't realized I was so obvious.

"I —"

I look down, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

A movement next to me startles me and I look up, wondering if he's leaving. To my surprise, he's just a few inches away, his face so close that I can taste his lips if I move just a little.

His hand gently caresses my hair, tucking it behind my ear. I watch his muscles move.

"You're so sweet," he says under his breath.

I bite my lower lip. All I want to do is kiss him, but I've already made a fool of myself today. What if he doesn't kiss me back?