In Her Cousin's Footsteps Pt. 01

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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Preface - I greatly prefer writing about the buildup of sexual tension, the exploration of curiosity and flirtation, to the point where any eventual sex becomes almost anticlimactic. If you feel the same, you may enjoy these chapters. If quick graphic hard-core sex is your 'thing,' these chapters probably are not for you. Thanks for taking the time to read, and your feedback is appreciated.

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At first Lacey thought that it was cool to be known as the ever-popular Kristi's younger cousin. In virtually every hallway trophy case from middle school through high school, Kristi's pictures and awards were prominently displayed. In middle school there were records in swimming, field hockey, track, softball and basketball. In high school, Kristi's successes were narrowed down to basketball, cross country track and softball, mainly due to her parents' insistence that she focus more on academics in hopes of being offered scholarships.

Kristi was a generational athlete with amazing hand-eye coordination that allowed her to excel in virtually every sport, while Lacey - 3 years her junior - was quite the opposite. Having the same last name as her predecessor had its early perks. Lacey would initially be selected first in most gym pick-up games, that is until each team would quickly realize that athleticism absolutely didn't run in the family. By the end of each school year, she would find herself at or near the opposite end of the "draft," a mercy pick when there was no one left except for the main-streamed special needs children and her.

To make matters worse, both cousins were physically similar and could have passed for sisters rather than distant cousins. Kristi was 5'6, toned and muscular, fluctuating between 140 and 145 pounds depending on the season, while Lacey stood at 5'3 and roughly the same weight. The only advantage that Lacey had over her more popular cousin was a full C cup, while Kristi was either a full A or barely B. Both had similar hairstyles and more often than not chose to go with ponytails, a quicker option than blow-drying and primping. Lacey's was mousy brown in color while Kristi's was a bit darker with natural sun-produced highlights. Neither had the time or patience to properly apply makeup, although each was able to pull off a cute, natural look without it.

As for dating, Kristi had opportunities with the more popular boys but tended not to accept in most cases unless it was a sports-related activity. Although she did go "all the way" more than once with protection and experimented with heavier foreplay, overall she had a reputation as a "good girl." Lacey went largely unnoticed by the student population, so she tried not to even think of boys, although - being human - the late-night thoughts sometimes surfaced and led to occasional self-relief. She had a few crushes along the way that also drove her fantasies, but was too shy in real life to pursue a relationship. She was basically invisible.

When Lacey was in elementary school, illness kept her out of classes for several months followed by her parents' separation and ultimate divorce. As a result, Lacey was held back and forced to repeat the school year. Despite that, she was a late bloomer. Puberty finally came late in eighth grade, and in Spring 2019 she found herself riding the bench as the only eighteen year old junior on the girls' softball team, with little chance of getting any real playing time.

Following one particularly frustrating game Lacey watched every bench player getting an at-bat before she was finally brought into the game, only to be on deck for the final out. She was determined to change her fate for her senior year, and at her dad's urging she considered asking her older cousin for help. Most of what Lacey knew about Kristi was from reading newspaper articles and hearing about her legendary feats through her classmates. They probably hadn't spent more than a few hours together over the years during rare family functions, in part because of their age difference.

Lacey fumbled with her phone, trying to work up the nerve to call her popular cousin and rehearsing what she planned to say.

"What a loser I am," she thought when she continued to stumble over the planned speech.

"Why am I so nervous? It's like she's royalty or something!"

Finally, she dialed, praying that Kristi would either block or ignore her call. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard a voice on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Um, Kristi?"

"Yep, who is this?"

"It's...it's Lacey, your.. well, your cousin."

"Oh, yep, so...what's up Lacey?"

"I.. my dad asked me ... um, and I thought it was a good idea, I mean, um.."

Giggling, Kristi asked, "It's ok Lacey. Take a deep breath. What's a good idea?"

"Well.. I kinda suck at everything and, well .. you're great at everything. If you have time this summer, could you, maybe... teach me some stuff? Like softball and basketball maybe? I think my dad would pay you..."

"Um, sure Lace, can I call you Lace? I can show you some stuff, whenever. I'm home for most of the summer anyway. And thanks for saying you would pay but don't worry about it. I can try to help. How about this weekend? Saturday, around ten, my parents' place?"

"Wow Kristi, yes.. I'll be there. See you then!"

Lacey hung up the phone, excited. Maybe this summer wasn't going to be a bust after all, she thought. She told her dad the news and she started to plan her Saturday. She forgot that she didn't even ask Kristi which sport she needed help with, but she decided to take along her softball gear and a basketball. She wondered if it was possible for her to be friends with a popular girl like Kristi. She seemed really nice on the phone, almost like a normal person.

She almost couldn't sleep on Friday night, and she spent way too much time that night trying to figure out what to wear so she wouldn't look nerdy. She tried on virtually everything from classic gym shorts with navy piping to leggings to oversized sweats. She finally went with the unflattering sweat pants, almost Rocky Balboa-style. The top was a pretty easy choice, considering that Kristi was a Junior at NC State. She pulled out her NC State T and slipped it on.

"Shit," she said to herself as she looked in the mirror. It's so faded, and my boobs look huge in it. Why is that?" She pulled it off and glanced at herself in the mirror, realizing that she wasn't wearing a sports bra.

"Maybe that's the problem," she guessed. She took another peek into the mirror and just a tiny hint of wonder crept into her head. Would Kristi find her attractive, she wondered? What was she thinking? This isn't a date, it's training after all. And besides, it's not like either of them are - what? Into girls, like the dykey ones on the softball team. Not to mention the fact that they were cousins.

"Yuck," she thought and dismissed the thought. Still, she wanted to look good for Kristi, but didn't ask herself why.

The next morning she felt almost nauseous as she got ready for her training. She hardly ate any cereal, and laced up her old Adidas basketball shoes before grabbing her equipment. She popped the trunk of her twenty-year-old Corolla, dropped the softball equipment bag in and eased onto the torn fabric of the driver's seat. As she did, a puff of dust appeared, and a few more pieces of stuffing dropped to the floor. Ignoring it, she turned the key and started the car, praying that it wouldn't break down on the twenty-mile drive to her cousin's home in the country.

As she drove, she wondered what types of training her cousin had in mind for her, and whether there was any hope for improvement. At the very least, she had a chance to hang out with a local legend, one on one. She pulled up to the modest home and decided to park near the end of the long driveway in case anyone needed to leave the garage during the day. She slung her equipment bag over her shoulder and rang the bell. Nothing, no movement inside. Was anyone even home?

She pulled out her old phone and called. Finally, a sleepy voice on the other end picked up.

" hullo?"

"Um, Kristi?"

A yawn, then "Yep... who is this?"

"It's me, your cousin, Lacey - Lace. I'm here for our training, remember?"

"What day is it? Is it Saturday already?"

"Yeah, you said to be here around ten. I guess I'm a little early though. I can come back."

There was silence on the other end, and Lacey's heart sank. She knew it was too good to be true.

"No... it's okay. Come on in. Sorry, I just had a long night and slept in. Press the key code on the garage door. It's 6969 - don't ask why," she giggled on the other end.

Lacey didn't get the joke, but was glad that her trip wasn't for naught. She clumsily punched in the numbers '69 69' and the door creaked as it rose. There was only one car in the driveway - a cute white Miata convertible - that she assumed was Kristi's. She looked back at her faded brown rusty Corolla and mentally noted the contrast.

"What am I doing here," she wondered as she dropped the bag and entered the home through the garage.

She sat at the kitchen island for what seemed like an eternity before finally hearing some rustling upstairs.

"Lace - could you make us some coffee? I'll be down in a few."

Lacey looked around, spotting the Mr. Coffee on the counter. At least she knew how to use that. Her dad was a coffee addict, and he taught her at a very early age how to brew just the right amount. She hoped Kristi would be pleased with the strength, and she added an extra spoonful just in case. She poured the water in, and in true "Lacey" fashion, she spilled some on the counter and down her NC State T.

She grabbed a hand towel from the sink and began dabbing her T.

"How dopic am I," she mumbled to herself as she used the dry towel to wipe the spot just above her left breast. She panicked as she heard a voice behind her.

"Wow, I usually only do that in private," Kristi giggled.

"What?" Lacey asked naively.

"Nothing, Lace. Thanks for making the coffee."

Lacey stepped aside as her idol took over in the kitchen. She sat back down at the counter and watched enviously as Kristi glided - almost dancing - from the sink to the counter. She blushed as she watched her older cousin from behind. As Kristi reached the high shelf for a coffee cup, her t-shirt rose, fully exposing her lower back and muscular glutes encased in boy shorts.

She closed her eyes. "Stop it, stupid!" Her inner voice pleaded. "She's just a person, like me."

But she knew that wasn't true. Kristi was a work of art in every way, and she was even able to pull off her disheveled early morning appearance in such a way that it was cute and actually almost, well...sexy. Lacey scared herself as she struggled not to watch her cousin, but she couldn't help it.

Kristi turned, caught her looking, and smiled, thinking to herself that her guest is a cutie in a nerdy, awkward way.

Lacey blushed, realizing that she was staring at her cousin's perfect, muscled butt when Kristi turned around. She cleared her throat and pushed her black-rimmed glasses up, hoping Kristi didn't notice as she sipped her coffee. Kristi took a scrunchy and lifted her arms behind her to grab her loose hair and quickly worked it into a ponytail. Another blush from Lacey, who realized from the motion that her cousin was bra-less, her nipples pointing through the T like a magnet to Lacey's eyes. Again she looked down at the counter, trying not to embarrass herself.

Kristi plopped herself down at the counter aside of Lacey and they both sipped their coffee.

"So, how about some basketball today? Sound good?"

"Okay, yeah. I didn't bring a ball though."

"No problem. There are like five or six of them in the garage. We can do some drills and I can show you some defense. Sound like a plan?"

"Yeah, great. And Kristi? I'm really glad you're taking the time to help me. I mean, I basically suck, so hopefully I won't embarrass you too much."

"Well, sucking can get you pretty far in this world, Lace," she giggled as she made a jerking motion with her hand and balled up her tongue to press it against the inside of her cheek like a cock.

Lacey was shocked, and turned beet red within seconds.

"Um, well..."

"Oh shit, I'm sorry Lace. I guess three years in a dorm surrounded by trashy roomies are wearing off on me. I keep forgetting that you're just a kid. I'm really sorry. I'm usually not that vulgar."

"Um, it's ok. I know stuff. I mean, I don't KNOW stuff first-hand, but.."

"When you get to college, you'll get all kinds of education, believe me. I was like you too when I was a freshman. I mean, I gave hand jobs and stuff in high school like almost everyone else, but it's a whole different world in college. If you don't give bjs on the first date, you basically don't get a second date at NC State. Crazy, I know!"

"Wow Kristi. I don't know what to say. I .. I mean."

"What, you never used your hand on a guy? Seriously? How old are you anyway?"

"Eighteen, nineteen in November."

Kristi sipped her coffee and moved to the counter to pour another cup. Lacey struggled not to watch her butt as she moved across the room, but failed.

"I really didn't mean to embarrass you, Lace. I mean, I'm sure you date, right? Not that it's any of my business." Kristi looked at her, waiting for a response.

"I... I haven't really dated, yet. Just too busy with school and sports and stuff, really."

Kristi realized that she struck a nerve so she attempted to change the subject.

"Let's head out to the driveway and shoot around a little bit to start. Those aren't your basketball shoes, are they? I mean, do you use those in games?"

"Yeah, why? Aren't they good for basketball?"

"Oh kiddo, they're really not. You're going to break or at least sprain an ankle with them. What size are you? Like around a 7 or so?"

"Um, yep a 7 exactly, why?"

"Come on upstairs. I have tons of good shoes that you can use. When I was deciding between schools I was getting all kinds of free stuff from the schools. Shoes, jackets. One of the 'butch' basketball coaches even gave me some Victoria's Secret stuff. So awkward!"

"Wow, I didn't know that stuff went on," Lacey said quietly as Kristi opened the walk-in closet and moved to the back, facing away from Lacey. She bent down at the waist, rooting through boxes of shoes, and Lacey felt a flush overcome her as Kristi's boy shorts strained against her tight butt. To make matters worse, her loose T dropped as she bent lower, allowing Lacey a full view of her cousin's tiny bare breast for a split-second. An unfamiliar warmth crept between her legs, and Lacey immediately attempted to dismiss it, confused.

"What is going on with me," she asked herself. "Stop it! Get a grip on yourself!" She had never ever had a physical reaction like that with another girl, and she didn't intend for it to ever happen again.

"What kind of perv am I, anyway," she wondered. She briefly flashed to a vision of Ryan Reynolds, who, even though he was ancient always served to get her embarrassingly moist.

Despite this, she couldn't help but look again, as Kristi handed her 2 boxes of brand new Nike basketball shoes to try on. Leaving the walk-in closet, Kristi plopped down on the side of the bed while Lacey dropped to a beanbag chair in front of her, fumbling with the boxes.

"Are you sure you don't need these?"

"I have tons of them. You would be doing me a favor by taking some, really. I have a few college T's and shorts also that you may have if you want."

Lacey smiled as she opened the boxes, finding a pair of white medium-top Nikes, complete with the trademark swoosh, along with a navy pair which matched her high school team's colors. She laced them up while Kristi watched from the side of the bed. Lacey felt Kristi's eyes on her as she tried both pair on.

"Well? Success?"

"Yeah, both feel really good, and the navy ones even kinda match our high school colors."

"Okay, they're yours now, but you already graduated this year, right?"

"No, I have another year. Long story but I had to repeat a grade due to illness."

"Wow, it's not contagious I hope!" Kristi said kiddingly as she covered her mouth.

"Not now, but it WAS. Dad called it the 'kissing disease, mono..."

"Oh, so I'll be sure not to kiss you then," Kristi giggled.

"Hah. Good one."

"Wanna see the other stuff?"

"This is plenty for now, thanks so much," Lacey said, but Kristi again went into the closet and pulled out a stack containing a variety of t shirts, shorts and leggings.

"I'll leave these out and you can take them along or look over them after our training if you want."

"Sure, okay. Thanks."

"You're going to be really hot in those old grey sweats though. Here, we're probably about the same size. Try these on."

Kristi tossed a pair of white shorts with navy piping to Lacey as she sat awkwardly on the beanbag chair. She fumbled with them as Kristi rose from the bed and moved to her chest of drawers, pulling a pair of panties and socks from the top drawer. As she hooked her fingers in the band of her boy shorts, she pulled them down and over her butt. Lacey turned away, but found herself looking in the mirror, studying her cousin as she faced away from her. She had never seen such a toned build - not that she ever really looked before. Kristi was compact, and didn't have bulging muscles but her glutes were a work of art, followed by perfect hamstrings - not too muscular - just right.

As Kristi bent over to slide her pink panties on, Lacey recovered and looked down at the shorts.

"Go on, put them on," Kristi said.

Lacey stood and started toward the door. "Mind if I use the bathroom to change?"

"No, whatever. It's right down the hall, or you can use my parents' room. They're in Florida for a couple of weeks so I have the place to myself."

"Um, okay... thanks." Lacey turned into her Aunt and Uncle's room and closed the door behind her. She felt like she was invading their private space, and she tried not to disturb anything as she dropped the shorts on the bed. She pulled her grey sweats down, stepped out of them and looked up, only to see her arch-enemy - a full-length mirror. She couldn't help but compare her body to that of her older cousin. Although they probably weighed the same, Lacey was soft in places that Kristi was hard and firm. She turned and looked at her butt in her plain white cotton panties, flexing her cheeks to see if they resembled Kristi's in any way. As she did so, the door opened and Kristi popped in.

"Oh, oops, sorry to disturb the fashion show," she smiled, catching her cousin. Lacey blushed yet again and quickly grabbed the shorts, pulling them up.

"Nice, cuz. They fit great!" Kristi smacked her butt for emphasis and dropped another top on the bed.

"This should match the shorts a little better. It's yours if it fits." Kristi dropped down and sat on the bed, watching Lacey and waiting for her to try it on. Lacey picked it up. A Duke Blue Devils authentic V-neck jersey!

"Oh Kristi, I can't accept this. It's, it's beautiful but you're being way too generous."

"Oh, stop it. I hate Duke anyway. They only offered me a partial scholarship, the cheap pricks! It's yours. Come on, give it a try."

Kristi stood and went to pull Lacey's NC State T up, but Lacey resisted, instinctively pulling away and immediately regretting it.

"Jesus, Lace. I was just trying to help. Sorry, um... I'll give you some privacy." Kristi left the room, closing the door behind her.

"What is wrong with me? She was only being nice. I'm such a loser!" Lacey heard the voice in her head, thinking that she ruined a potential friendship by a simple movement. She pulled her T off, dropping it to the floor as she fought back tears. She slid the vintage shirt on and looked in the mirror. She had to admit that she immediately "looked" the part of an athlete as she admired her new appearance. Now to apologize to Kristi. She took a deep breath, picked up her sweats and t-shirt and opened the door, stepping into the hallway.