Long Lost Cousin
Darla was my 1st cousin, my mother's sister's daughter, I saw her a couple of times a year until I was about 12, then her family moved a away to a neighboring state and I lost touch. When college comes around I get to be good friends with this guy, John, we hang out a lot. Around the first break both of our GF's are going to be in town and we make plans to get together.
We all meet at a club and John's GF is none other than my cousin Darla. John was from her town and I never put it together that his Darla would be the same Darla as long, lost cousin. We recognize each other immediately and spend a lot of time that night catching up, I think John and my GF were getting bored with the reminiscing. We all get pretty wasted that night and end up back at my apartment. I have this big old shotgun house apartment owned by a friend's dad, free rent for my painting and fixup work.
John has to leave to get his car back to the guy he borrowed it from, Darla crashes in one bedroom, my GF and I in another. I get up in the middle of the night from thirst and leg cramps, when I stumble though the bedroom Darla is in to get to the kitchen, there she is naked, lights on, covers all off (the AC didn't work for shit, it was hot), I couldn't resist taking a moment to admire her gorgeous body. I'm in the kitchen chugging water and Darla walks in wrapped in a sheet, she asks "did you just walk through and see me naked?"
All I could do is smile, she smiled and said "you were a little perv when you were a kid, always trying to peak at my panties, now you're a big perv".
It all evened out, we all ended up skinny dipping on camping trips. We are all still friends to this day.
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