My Favorite Girl Pt. 01

"Are you excited about Florida?" she asked as we broke the hug.

I watched as she tucked her legs under her body and fixed her loose skirt so her white panties wouldn't show anymore. Once her skirt was fanned out around her body, she adjusted her top to fix her boob that had bounced around when she hit the bed. It was damn near out of the side of her top.

"What's going on in Florida?" I asked.

She stuck her hand inside her top and tugged on her boob to get it back into its place. "This stupid shirt, it's had it."

"You probably should wear a bra," I suggested.

"I'm not planning on going out so I don't need one. Besides, this shirt is pretty old."

"Throw it away," I offered.

"I did just go shopping," she replied. "I guess I can let it go."

"So," she said now and changed the subject. "Didn't my dad tell you? We are going to Florida for spring break. It's gunna be awesome."

"Hmmm?" I played dumb. "Florida? First I've heard of it."

"Really?" she asked. Her eyes blinked as her head tilted and looked at me questioningly. "He didn't tell you?"

"I'm not going to Florida," I replied and dropped the act. "It's going to be nuts down there. No way. I wanted some peace and quiet for a week."

"Oh, come on," she begged. Her little sing song, girl voice came out as she begged. "I'm going to be there. It'll be fun."

"Nah," I waved my hand. "It's still not worth it."

"Not even for me?" she asked. "Please." She batted her eyes and tilted her head again. Her lower lip stuck out as she pouted and begged.

"What's in it for me?" I asked.

"I already told you," she giggled. "I'll be there."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not sure that's a reward."

"Brat," she sassed and playfully swatted me.

"Me?" I asked. "A brat?"

"Yes you," she giggled again.

"Well... I've never been so insulted in my life."

"Yeah right," she laughed. "That's probably the nicest insult you've heard this week."

We both laughed about that.

"You get to play golf all week for free. It's included in the hotel stay."

"I get to do that anyway," I chuckled. "I could have stayed at the dorms, not had to fly four hours home, not had to sit in a car for eight hours, and not had to deal with a big, pain in the ass, girl."

"Jason!" she squealed. "You big meanie. You take that back."

"Which part?"

Her mouth hung open as she stared at me in disbelief. She looked cute sitting there on the bed with her sad look.

"I take back the big part," I offered.

"Hump," she pouted. Her arms folded across her chest.

"Fine," I sighed. "If I go, will you forgive me?"

"Maybe," she softly smiled. "If...... I can try on a few outfits and you give me your honest opinion on them."

"Yeah," I said. "I'll pencil you in for next week when you guys come back from Florida."

"Jjjaaayyysssoonnn!" she squealed in her little girl voice again.

I waved my hand. "Go try them on. I'll be here reading until you get back."

"Thanks," she cheered. She leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before she shot off the bed and left the room.

I smiled to myself as she left the room quickly. She was the same old Emma. Still playful and goofy and a bit of a tease just like she had always been since we were kids. I thought about the summers and the vacations of the past that we used to share together. I was like the little brother that she never had growing up. She didn't have to, but she always made time for me and was good to me when we were together back then.

When my dad died, she was really there for me and I leaned on her hard for about a month until I learned to deal with everything and come to terms with what had happened. We are only two years apart, so she understood things from my point of view. I never could thank her enough for the help and consoling she gave me. She knew how grateful I was for her being there though.

It took her a few minutes, but she returned to my room as promised with the first outfit. I glanced up at first then did a double take as she stood in the doorway before walking in. She tried to be a runway model as she strutted in then turned and put her hands on her hips. She smiled her big smile at me and waited for me to react.

I started at her head and looked at her long, dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her blue eyes studied me while her full lips parted slightly and showed her white teeth as she smiled. I continued down to her chest and the two yellow bikini triangles hiding her firm and perky tits. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric as it pulled tight over the mounds of flesh. I studied them for longer than I should have but I couldn't pull away.

I wasn't the biggest tit fan but for some reason hers were drawing me in. They looked so perfect hiding behind the yellow fabric. I suddenly wondered what her nipples looked like and what they would feel like in my mouth. They looked like perfect little mounds of flesh. I had to shake myself away from them and continue down. Why the hell are you thinking about sucking on your cousin's nipples? I couldn't come up with a reasonable answer and couldn't stop looking at them.

I finally managed to come to my senses and continue down her body. I crossed her smooth and tan stomach down to her oval navel. She didn't have her piercing in at the moment and she probably wouldn't this week. Ronnie didn't know she had gotten it and he wouldn't be too thrilled if he knew so she hid it or kept it out. At twenty-one years old you think she would be given a little more freedom.

I crossed her pelvis and met the yellow material of her bikini bottoms. They were low cut and showed quite a bit of her pelvis and about an inch of skin that was tan, just not as tan as the rest of her. The bottoms were tied around the points on her hips. The thin material did nothing to hide her slit as it made a defined outline. Her legs were just slightly parted, so the suit was pulled tight over her lips and left nothing to the imagination. If I stared at her tits for too long, I was definitely looking at her slit for an inappropriate amount of time.

I couldn't take my eyes off the little gash in the fabric though. I knew what was there, every girl had one, but I couldn't help but want to see it now. I know she was my cousin but for some reason I wanted to see it now. Somehow, I managed to raise my hand and twirl it around to make her turn.

She turned around and showed me her backside. My eyes were already at her butt when she turned so they remained there. The way the yellow hugged her ass was perfect. She didn't have the world's biggest boobs, but she made up for that with a nice ass end. The suit was a low-rise, cheeky style so it showed a lot of her butt. I was now staring at her ass as she glanced over her shoulder to look at me.

Her back dimples popped out as I went up to look at her face. I could see the side of her boob swelling out of the material as she put her hand on her hip. I reached her face and saw the look she had on it now. It was this playful smile but had this smolder to it as well. Like she knew the thoughts running through my head. The ones that said I want to suck on your nipples and smack that ass of yours while you are on top of me. The bad thing about her look was she seemed to relish at the attention I was giving her.

She turned around again to face me once more. The first thing I noticed was her chest and how flush it was. It was red all the way up to her neck as she tilted her head and exposed it. Her eyes met mine and had that, like what you see, look on them. She smiled her devious smile as she turned her body a little. She chewed her bottom lip just slightly as she turned. The twisting of her body brought out her breasts more and showed just how hard her nipples were now.

Her hands ran from her hips, up her stomach, past her breasts, then up above her head as she pretended to stretch. She spread her legs to shoulder width apart and arched her back slightly. I immediately went to her bottoms and her cleft. As she arched her back it pushed her pussy out and really showed a defined outline. I could have sworn right then that I could see a damp patch right between her legs.

She dropped her hands back down and brought them to her hips. She stood there with them on her hips as she stared at me. I was still stuck on her pussy as she waited for me to say something. I had been silent for half a minute, but it was way longer than was required to answer such a simple question.

"Well?" she asked. It had a slight growl to it. "What do you think?"

My eyes dropped away from the bikini bottoms to her feet. It was the first time in a very long time I didn't feel confident around a woman and couldn't make eye contact. But how could I right now? Emma looked hot as hell and I shouldn't be looking at her the way I was. It was the first time I had viewed her with this type of sexual hunger. Before it was just a, she's cute but to bad she's your cousin. Now, it was a, I want to fuck her. Where did that come from?

"Jason?" she giggled. "Hello?"

Say something you idiot my brain cried.

"Kind of skimpy," I finally broke my silence. "Your dad isn't going to like it."

"I don't plan on hanging out with him," she offered. "I plan to hang out with you."

"The whole time?" I joked. I finally looked away from her feet but found myself looking at her cunny again.

"The whole time," she replied. "We have to sleep together."

"What?" I asked as my head popped up and away from her delicious looking slit to see her face.

"Unless you want to hang out the whole time," she said.

"Wait.... what? What did you say before?"

"We can't hang out the whole time together. We have to sleep."

"Oh," I said. I must have heard her wrong the first time.

"What did you think I said?" she asked.

"I don't know," I sighed. "I thought I heard something else." My eyes dropped back to the gap between her legs. "I must be jet-lagged."

"From a three-hour flight?" she asked playfully now.

"It's possible," I cried. I was still stuck looking between her legs.

"Jason?" she giggled. "Do you want me to take off my bottoms and leave them for you?"

I shook myself from her slit and looked at her eyes.

"Or give you a pair of my underwear," she continued. "Just don't, you know, in my bikini bottoms. I don't have time to wash them before I pack." She was so playful and had this look on her face as she said it. I had to dodge the question though.

"You have to shave that thing," I said as I pointed to the area of her pussy. "I can see the hair hanging out. It looks like a tarantula trying to escape."

"Does it?" she gasped.

She leaned down and pulled the material tighter while pushing her pelvis out so she could see. That brought it tighter and pushed her cunny out more. I could make out the edges of her lips and the hair that covered it.

"Oh my gosh," she cried. "It does. Is that why you were looking at it?"

"Yeah," I said going with it. "I didn't want it to attack me."

She stood back up now so I forced my eyes to leave the perfect space between her legs and look at her face. We both knew that was not the reason I was staring at her pussy as our eyes met. She never missed a beat though.

"It's been a long winter and I didn't have time to shave it."

"Because the winters in Florida are so harsh," I offered.

"How rude!" she exclaimed and turned to leave my room.

I watched her ass bounce perfectly as she headed for the door to leave. I wanted to smack it as I watched it bounce and ripple with the thin yellow material clinging to it. The sway of her hips and the bounce of her butt stopped abruptly as she reached the door. She stepped back and squeezed in the small space between the open door and the wall. She looked at me and put her finger to her lips to tell me to be quiet. I didn't understand what she wanted but she looked ridiculous standing in the small space behind the door. Uncle Ronnie appeared in my doorway and leaned against the frame inches from Emma hiding on the other side. Now it made sense.

"Burgers and dogs sound ok for dinner?" he asked.

"Wouldn't be the first time I've eaten them," I replied.

"Have you seen Emma?" he asked.

"She said something about going to see Tracy," I lied. "Try texting her."

"Right," he smiled. "Good idea."

He turned and walked out.

"Thanks, Jay," Emma cheered as she squeezed out from behind the door.

She stood on one foot and lifted the other as she leaned out the door to check to make sure her dad was gone. It opened the gap between her legs as she lifted and looked and gave me one last look at the yellow material covering her opening. It was thin and barely covered her lips and the black tangle of hairs. It was a brief second or two before she put her foot down but it was worth the look.

"By the way, it's Stacey, not Tracy."

"Get lost," I replied. "I'm trying to read."

"But I have more outfits to try on," she said innocently.

"Nobody is going to care what other outfits you have if they see you in that first. Even with the squirrel in your panties."

"Meanie," she called as she slipped down the hallway to her room.

About a minute later I saw just her hand in my doorway dangling one of her thongs before she tossed it onto the floor. She poked her head in once it landed.

"Throw them in the hamper when you're done so I can wash them before I head back to school."

I grabbed my pillow and threw it at her as she disappeared. It hit the door frame where she had just been standing. Now that I didn't have a pillow to lay on, I had to get up and pick it up. I grabbed her thong off the floor on my way back to the bed. After what I just saw her in, I couldn't help but give it a sniff. They were a freshly washed pair and didn't have the scent I was looking for much to my disappointment.

This wasn't the first time I had sniffed her panties, obviously. Last summer we were both home together before school started in the fall. I wasn't seeing anyone and didn't have any friends with benefits at the time. It was a pretty long summer if you get my drift. I had seen and beat off to more than my fair share of porn, but it only gets you so far. I needed a girl to scratch that itch that couldn't be scratched with a movie clip.

I was heading to my room one evening and passed by the bathroom in the process. Emma had taken a shower earlier and left her pile of clothes on the floor right in the middle of the bathroom. The red panties she had been wearing that day were right on top of the pile and the short skirt was right under that. I mention that because I got several flashes of her panties in the short skirt throughout the day. You want to talk about some pent-up sexual tension after all that.

I picked them off the pile and felt the soft material in my fingers before opening them to the crotch area. My cock was already swelling in my shorts as I brought the material to my nose and lightly took in her scent. It was intoxicating and my cock agreed as it swelled up further. I found myself shutting the door and doing the deed right then with her panties in hand.

After I was done, I balled them up and stuffed them in my pocket so I could use them again later on. I wasn't after Emma's scent in particular to be honest. It was the scent of a woman that I was after and if I couldn't get it myself, I needed to subcontract it out. Maybe that sounds bad, but desperation makes you do things you might not be proud of at the time. A little part of me knew it was Emma's scent and that made it more erotic to be using them.

I had to cover my tracks, so I grabbed the pile of clothing off the floor and took it to the laundry room where I tossed it into the hamper. Over the next couple of weeks, I would get another pair, keep them for a day or two, then toss them into the wash or the hamper. I tried not to keep them any longer than that so she wouldn't wonder where a certain pair had disappeared to.

I thought I was being set up about a week before she busted me. But I couldn't help myself. Her panties were always on top of the hamper or out in the open so they could easily be discovered. It wasn't like I was keeping track of her panties before all this started so maybe that was the way she left her clothes. I was just happy that they were so easy to find.

I had a fresh pair under my pillow the night Emma busted me. I was a few minutes away from digging them out when she knocked on my door.

"Hey, Jason," she said. "I'm doing laundry."

"Ok," I said. "I don't have anything I need washed."

"Can I have my underwear back?"

She had this devious smile on her face as she asked for them. She knew I had them but didn't seem mad that I did. If anything, she seemed proud that I had taken them. I knew not to lie about having them, so I reached under the pillow and threw them at her.

She picked them up. "Thanks, Jay."

"Sure," I said embarrassed as hell.

She left the room as two thoughts ran through my head. How was I going to explain what I was doing with them to her? I knew somehow this was a setup and she knew I was taking them but why was she letting me take them? And if she was letting me, why did she bust me? I was about to go and find her to try and explain when she came into my room.

"I know you've been borrowing them for a while now," she started. "I'm flattered you think of me while you do...... that......"

"It's not you," I said quickly and lied. "It's just the scent."

"The scent?"

"You know? The scent of a... woman."

"Like, the vagina smell?"

"Yeah," I sighed.

"So, it's not my scent then?" she asked rather disappointed.

"I mean...... your scent is nice," I offered.

"Thanks," she said sarcastically.

"Sorry, Em," I sighed.

"I'm not mad," she smiled now. "I find it cute you have a crush on your cousin."

"I don't have a......."

"If you want to use them, that's fine," she interrupted me. "Just don't keep them for too long. And don't use my Victoria's Secret ones, those are expensive."

She was trying to be serious, but I could see the slight smirk on her face. I knew she wasn't mad like she said she wasn't, she was trying to mess with me now.

"That's all you've been wearing lately," I joked.

She couldn't help but start laughing. I laughed with her as we sat there on the bed together.

"Fine, you weirdo," she giggled still. "I'll get you some cheap ones you can have."

"But the expensive ones feel so nice on my skin," I teased.

"Gross," she giggled.

"I toss them into the wash before you get them back," I offered.

"Oh, thanks for being so considerate."

We both laughed a little more.

"Alright, you pervert," she sighed. "I'm going to bed. Watch some porn or something and leave my good panties alone."

"Sorry, Em," I sighed.

A few minutes later a pair of her panties flew into my room. She ran away laughing. That was the last pair I had used. After that we both left for school and I ended my dry streak. We joked about it every now and then and it was embarrassing at the time but now it was just history between us.

The door flung open as Emma came back in wearing a different outfit now. She didn't strut in like she did the last time, she casually walked in and sat on the edge of the bed near me.

"Oh shit," she gasped. "Did I interrupt you?"

I was in bed with my golf magazine resting on my lap and her thong on the bed next to me as I thought about the underwear history between us.

"With a golf magazine?" I laughed. "And, I think these ones are defective. They are lacking a key ingredient needed to get the whole thing going. Where's the ones you had on yesterday?"

She had a devious grin on her face and let out an evil laugh.

"You didn't wear any yesterday, did you?"

"I beg your pardon," she gasped. "I did a load of wash this morning before you got here."