[uk1988]

My cousin (female, 6 months younger than me) moved to a new house with her boyfriend early last year, but for various reasons I was the only one in the family who hadn't been round to see it yet. Her boyfriend often has to work abroad or at the other end of the country for a few weeks at a time, which this year included some time over Christmas.

My cousin spent Christmas day at my aunt's house, but Boxing Day evening she invited me and my girlfriend round for drinks / games etc. and said we could stay the night. I've always got on well with my cousin, and have always find her quite hot, though I could never quite put my finger on what it is that makes her so attractive. She's not stereotypically 10/10, but there's just something about her. She's average height, fairly pretty, a natural redhead with very pale skin and is generally quite slim, but with a bit of extra weight on her legs and bum. I'd guess she's probably a modest B cup.

Games night was fun, chatting and drinking a bit, then about midnight we all went to get ready for bed. My girlfriend was in the bathroom having a shower and removing make-up etc. so I went downstairs to grab a glass of water. I was just in my boxers but figured it'd be fine as I'd only be about 30 seconds. When I got to the kitchen, my cousin was already in there, putting an empty catfood box into the bin. She'd just got the cat recently, having been mad about them since she was a kid, and so was always happy to talk about it.

As she talked, I realised I was only in my boxers and apologised, but she didn't care. That got me to noticing her pyjamas. It was basically a long grey vest top. I've not seen one like it before - slightly stretchy/clingy fabric and fairly tight fitting at the top (therefore giving slight pokies) and a little looser at the waist, but still kind of clingy around the hips. It came about 1/3 of the way between her hips and knees, so was pretty short. I couldn't help stealing a few glances at her little pokies as we talked - it was interesting to learn she clearly has very small nips, and at her pale, curvy thighs. She's obviously not a gym addict, but I kind of like that.

In talking about her cat, she mentioned how she was really excited about a present her mum had bought her, which was one of those 4ft high cat play centre things, with scratch posts and several levels. However, she was a bit disappointed because it looked complicated to assemble and her boyfriend was away for a few more days. So of course, I offered to take a look. Her face instantly lit up and she said she thought it would need tools, so she half- skipped to the hallway cupboard. I still can't believe how excited she was about a stupid cat toy.

I followed behind and stood a few feet behind her as she opened the cupboard and flicked on the light. It was only a small cupboard and full of crap, including two big suitcases, which she had to kind of lean over to reach the shelf at the back. But, oh my God. As she had to simultaneously lean forwards and stretch quite far upwards to reach the shelf, her long vest thing rode up A LOT at the back. So for a good 20 seconds or so while she rummaged in the cupboard, most of her slightly flabby, pale, bare ass was fully exposed. There was absolutely no question that she was going commando. Her thighs that I'd admired every time I'd seen her in a dress or once in a bikini AND her bare ass were just right there in front of me. Thankfully by the time she'd reached the tool box and turned back around, I'd somehow managed not to get an erection. As she turned towards me she casually gave the bottom of her vest a tug, so sadly I didn't get a view from the front.

So I followed her back into the lounge, where the cat thing was in a big box on the floor, next to the Christmas tree. I opened it all up while she disappeared into the kitchen. Turned out tools weren't needed at all, as it all just screwed or slotted together by hand. It also looked like a quick 5 minute job - my cousin's always been quite ditzy and creative, rather than hands-on practical, hence she didn't want to attempt it. By the time she came back in, I was almost finished, at which she was ridiculously excited / impressed and came straight over. She knelt down on the carpet just by me, giving me another good view of her thighs, but nothing more this time.

I put the last pieces in place and sat back against the base of the sofa, while she fiddled with the cat toy, rearranging part of it, which promptly came off in her hand as it's not meant to be moveable. It wasn't broken, just needed clipping back in place. She seemed worried that she'd broken it, or ruined my 'hard work', so when I offered to put it back for her she said no, and that she'd see if she could do it. I doubt anyone has ever been so thankful for the clumsiness of someone else.

She got up off her knees, assumed a crouching position, her legs quite wide apart, and spent literally the next 2 or 3 minutes fumbling about with the bit of plastic that had come loose. Remember - she was only wearing a short nightshirt, with nothing underneath. As she got up into that crouch position and put her feet apart, I had THE most perfect, unobstructed view of her fuzzy, bright orange bush. Maybe slightly trimmed around the edges, but basically just a mass of unkempt fuzzy orange pubes. I could just about make out her lips through the middle of the fuzz. I normally aren't a fan of a bush like that, but somehow the colour contrast between her pale white legs and those bright orange pubes was just incredible. What a sight. Best of all, I got a good 2-3 minutes of this, with her totally distracted by what she was doing.

She eventually got the part back in place and went back to a kneeling position, by which time I had an absolutely uncontrollable hard on, which was pretty impossinle to hide in just my boxers. To distract her, I asked if the cat was anywhere about as maybe it would like to try the new toy, while trying to casually pin down my hardon by holding my arm across my lap. I don't think she realised, hopefully too excited with the new toy. I managed to get it down before she returned, telling me with much disappointment that the cat must be outside.

With that, I followed her upstairs to bed, obviously keeping 5 steps behind her on the stairs, for one final look at that behind.