Chapter 10: The Lake Trail - Cousins’ hidden lust

Part 1

Sheri

The trail to the lake twisted upward through patches of dappled sunlight and the cool shadow of towering pines. It wasn’t long, but steep enough that Mom had decided to stay behind at the lake with Daddy. I protested a little, more out of habit than real worry, but Mom just smiled, that easy, warm smile she has, and said, “Go. Explore. We’ll be ok.”

So Emma and I set off together, our steps light on the dusty path. I wore my pale green sundress, thin straps, scattered daisies all over it, and my sneakers were already dusty from the dry trail. My hair was tied up in a messy bun that bounced with every step. Emma wore a soft blue dress that fell just past her knees, her red hair braided to one side, a scrunchie looped around her wrist, and her camera swinging from a strap across her chest. Between us, we carried a small backpack with water bottles, fruit leather snacks, and Emma’s notebook filled with sketches of wildflowers.

The higher we climbed, the cooler the breeze became, fresh and crisp like it was waiting for us at the top. I stopped to catch my breath and turned to grin at Emma.

“What do you think your mother is doing to your daddy right now, Emma? “Probably sucking his cock?” I answered huskily.

“Maybe,” Emma murmured, flushing all over.

“I think he’s so hard now, fucking Mom’s pussy so hard.”

“Sher ... Please...”

No good today either.

We stayed silent for a good 10 minutes until we arrived at the lake.

Tucked into a mountain hollow like a secret, the water was glassy and still, perfectly reflecting the pale clouds and the ring of pine trees around it like a giant mirror. Dragonflies zipped low over the surface, their wings catching the sunlight. Near the edge, a few lily pads floated gently, and a large flat rock jutted out just enough for sitting.

“Whoa,” Emma whispered.

We carefully stepped down to the shore, peeling off our shoes, and stood barefoot in the soft dirt scented with pine needles and earth. The water was cold, sharp and clean, as it lapped at our ankles when we waded in just a little.

Emma lifted her camera and snapped a photo of me looking out over the lake, the hem of my dress fluttering in the breeze. I caught her mid-shot, threw up a peace sign, and laughed, the kind of laugh that spills out when you know no one’s watching, when everything’s real and unfiltered.

We sat on the rock for a long time, legs dangling in the cool water. We talked about school, the weird push and pull of wanting to grow up but not wanting anything to change. About how last year had felt so heavy, like the whole world was holding its breath, and now, how we finally felt lighter, like we were breathing again.

“You think it’s really just a lake? What if it’s, like ... secret mermaid territory?”

Emma’s grin was immediate. “Then I claim queen of the mermaids.”

“No way,” I laughed. “You’d get distracted trying to organize the coral by color.”

“I’m not denying it.”

We broke into giggles that bounced off the trees, and then we rounded the final bend, and there it was.

I leaned back on my elbows, tilting my face up to the sun. “It’s weird,” I said. “I kept being scared that everything was going to fall apart. And now that it didn’t ... I don’t know what to do with that.”

Emma nodded thoughtfully. “Maybe this is what you do with it. You find a lake. You take a breath.”

We sat quietly after that, soaking in the stillness like the sun soaking into our skin.

The hems of our dresses were damp, and our hair smelled like pine and sky. We didn’t say much on the way back down, just shared the occasional smile, like we both knew we were carrying something quiet and important between us.

I suddenly pulled off my dress and bikini top, leaving me only in my bikini bottom and dirty sneakers, enjoying the way my cousin’s eyes widened with shock. I leaned back and felt the warm sun on my naked tits.

“You should try this, Emma,” I said. “The sun feels so good on my tits!”

Emma blushed and didn’t say anything for a minute. She just kept staring at my tits, maybe she was thinking how beautiful and sexy they looked.

Then, with a nervous little giggle, she pulled her dress over her head.

“And the top,” I said, and watched Emma carefully.

Now, as bare-chested as I, she lay back on the ridge and felt the sun’s warmth on her nipples.

“Like I said, last night, you’ve got very pretty tits, you know ... very nice,” I said a few minutes later.

Emma giggled, and the movement made her firm, high tits tremble and shake a little on her breasts.

I really enjoyed the way Emma’s tits were jiggling about, actually wanted to reach out and touch her tempting tits. I could see that her nipples were getting hard, and she, very lightly licked her lips, and I wondered what it would feel like to run my fingers over those stiff buds. But I knew that Emma was far more prude than I was when it came to Daddy’s cock and kissing girls. I knew that she was fucking already and that she had tried anal, but she had always frowned upon the idea of a girl. I would have to move very slowly, very cautiously.

But there was something about Emma that made me think the young “lesbian virgin” had a special sexual heat buried deep inside her, a passionate heat that just needed to be released.

I noticed that Emma was looking at my tits, too, and when I caught her eye and winked, we giggled again, and her tits jiggled sexily.

“Y-You have really nice tits, Sheri,” Emma said thickly.

“Thanks.” I smiled as Emma picked up her sketchpad and flipped through some of the pages.

I watched her, envying my cousin’s artistic talent.

“How come you’re lugging that big old sketchpad all over the mountain,

Emma?” I asked. “Isn’t it a drag?”

“What’s a drag is to see something I just have to draw and not having my sketchpad with me. Besides, I take it everywhere with me. Have you ever seen me without it since I got interested in art?” Emma asked with a grin.

I thought for a minute. “No, I haven’t,” I said, suddenly realizing that it was true. Wherever her cousin went, her sketchpad went too. “So ... see anything here you want to draw?”

“No, not really...” Emma began, her words trailing off as she realized that this could be my chance to loosen up my cousin.

“You know what I’ve always wanted?”

“What?”

“I’ve always wanted someone to draw me!” I lied. Actually, I’d never even thought of it before.

“Really? Why?” Emma asked curiously.

“Well, think about it. Yes, I have often thought about you drawing me.

See how you see me. Like posing for an artist,” I said, choosing the right words to convince my cousin. “So, why don’t you draw me? You’d be doing me a big favor!”