“How did I get so lucky?”, I thought as I sat up and looked to the petite angel laying peacefully at my side. It had been two days since my cousin, Lauren, had discovered my love for her and I already knew that we would together forever.

I had first discovered my attraction to Lauren five years ago. I was thirteen and my grandparents had invited us to their lake property (a crappy old trailer on an equally crappy lake… we’re not rich) which was a rather normal occurrence. Everyone was getting ready to go for a swim, so I decided that I’d change in the back room of the trailer but the door was closed… or, rather, as closed as anyone could get it. When I got to the back I noticed that someone had stored a mirror in there, and what I saw next will be engraved in my memory forever. There, in the mirror, was Lauren, my (then) eleven year old cousin, bottomless and pulling her shirt off. Her hips were just starting to develop and she had a light covering of soft hair on her pubescent vagina. Once her shirt was pulled off I looked up and saw her budding breasts in all their glory. Even though they were nothing more than two puffy mounds I couldn’t help but become instantly hard. I watched her finish changing into her swim suit and tried my best to act normal when she passed me in the hallway. As soon as I had the door closed, as best as I could get it, and moved the mirror, I pulled my shorts off, took my cock in hand, and quickly pounded one out onto the curtains while reliving what I had just seen.

Over then next five years I couldn’t get Lauren out of my mind. I never had a girlfriend because I would always find myself comparing the girls in my class to my cousin… comparing and finding them coming up short. Living only an hour away I was able to see her relatively often, especially in the summer as they would often host pool parties (her family is the one fairly well-off relation I have). I would also go to as many of her figure skating performances as I could, which wasn’t very often because people would rarely inform my family of such things. Over this time I watched as she matured into the aforementioned petite angel she is. She’s sixteen, about 5’3″, has straight sandy-blonde hair that goes just down to her nipples, bright gray-blue eyes, perfectly toned body from years as a figure skater, a round firm ass, and A-cup breasts that fit her body perfectly. Her face is a little round (just round, not fat, mind you) with a light colored mole on her right cheek and the biggest, brightest, and most beautiful smile I’d ever witnessed.

Fast forward to July after my senior year in high school, the summer of 2008. I had applied, and was accepted, to college in the cities (Minnesotan for the state capitol metro area). Being from a lower-middle class family we didn’t have much money for post secondary so I would have find a job before school started or I’d never make it through. At one of the pool parties my mom and aunt were talking about what I was going to do this fall. After finding out that I was in need of a place to live, while job hunting, my aunt offered to let me stay there. When I was asked if I’d like to live with them for the remainder of the summer I quickly said yes, without trying to sound TOO excited, and moved into their guest room the following week.

I couldn’t have picked a better room… it was right across the hall from Lauren’s room.