The lake house gathtub

So my family does this big vacation every summer. Like all of us. Aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins. We rent this huge house on the lake. It’s got like eight bedrooms and this massive bathroom attached to the master suite that my parents always take. But there’s this other bathroom downstairs. Big clawfoot tub. Huge windows overlooking the water. And that’s where everything happened.

Sam is my cousin on my dad’s side. He just turned 18. I’ve known him my whole life. Used to chase each other around at family barbecues. He was always the annoying little cousin who would pull my hair and steal my snacks. But something changed this year.

He got tall. Like really tall. Six foot something. And he’d been working out. I noticed it immediately when we all arrived. He was wearing this tight t-shirt and I could see his chest. His shoulders. His arms. I caught myself staring and had to look away.

I’m 19. I’ve had boyfriends. I’ve hooked up with guys. But I’d never looked at Sam like that before. Never thought about him that way.

Until the first night.

We’d all been drinking. My uncle brought like twelve bottles of wine and my aunt made these strong margaritas. Everyone was loud and laughing and the music was playing. I was sitting on the deck watching the sunset and Sam came and sat next to me.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey.”

We didn’t talk for a minute. Just watched the water. But I could feel him looking at me. I turned and caught his eyes and he didn’t look away.

“You look different,” he said.

“Different how?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Older I guess. Like, not my cousin older. Just older.”

“What does that even mean?”

He laughed. “I don’t know. Forget it.”

But I didn’t forget it. I thought about it all night. Lying in bed. Touching myself. Thinking about the way his jawline looked in the sunset light.

The next day was beach day. We all went down to the lake. Sam was shirtless. Swimming. Diving. I watched him from my towel. Watched the water run down his chest. His stomach. His back. I was so distracted I didn’t even notice my aunt asking me for sunscreen.

That night, after everyone went to bed, I couldn’t sleep. I was too hot. Too restless. I got up and went downstairs. The bathroom was dark. I turned on the light and started filling the tub. Hot water. Bubbles. I just wanted to relax.

I heard a noise behind me.

“Sorry,” Sam said. Standing in the doorway. “I heard someone down here. I was just gonna get water.”

He was wearing just boxers. I could see everything. Every muscle. Every outline.

“It’s fine,” I said. “I’m just taking a bath.”

“Oh. Cool.” He didn’t leave.

I didn’t tell him to leave.

“You gonna get in?” he asked.

“Yeah. Obviously.”

“Can I stay?”

The question hung in the air. I should have said no. I should have made him leave. But I didn’t.

“Why would you want to stay?” I asked. “I’m your cousin.”

“Does that matter?”

“Obviously it matters.”

He walked closer. Stopped right in front of me. “You’re not acting like it matters.”

“What does that mean?”

“You know what it means.” His hand reached out. Touched my waist. Just lightly. Like testing. “You’ve been looking at me all weekend. I’ve seen you.”

I felt my face get hot. “I haven’t been—”

“You have.” He stepped closer. His chest almost touching mine. “And I’ve been looking at you too.”

My heart was pounding so loud I thought he could hear it. “Sam, we can’t—”

He kissed me.

His mouth was on mine before I could finish. Hot. Hard. Desperate. His tongue pushed past my lips and I moaned. I couldn’t help it. I grabbed his hair. Pulled him closer.

We kissed for what felt like forever. His hands roaming my body. My hands roaming his. I could feel him hard through his boxers. Pressing against my thigh.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “We really shouldn’t do this.”

“Then tell me to stop.”

I didn’t.

He pulled back. Looked at me. “Get in the tub,” he said.

I got in. The water was perfect. Hot. Steaming. The bubbles covered everything. I leaned back and watched him. He pulled his boxers off. I saw him. Full. Thick. So hard it had to hurt.

He stepped into the tub. Water sloshed over the edge. He sat down across from me. His feet on either side of my legs. His cock visible through the bubbles. Right there.

“Come here,” he said.

I moved forward. Into his lap. Straddling him. His hands on my hips. I could feel him against my pussy. Just barely touching.

“Look at you,” he breathed. “So fucking wet already.”

“It’s the water.”

“It’s not the water.” His hand slid between my legs. His fingers found my clit. “This isn’t water.”

I gasped. He was right. I was soaked. Dripping. So turned on I could barely think.

“Sam, please,” I begged.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me. Please. I need you inside me.”

He didn’t make me wait. He lined himself up. Pushed the tip in. Just the tip.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “You’re so big.”

“You’re so tight.” He pushed deeper. Sinking into me. The water sloshed around us. Bubbles everywhere.

I sank down onto him. All the way. He filled me completely. I felt so full. So stretched. I couldn’t breathe.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

I opened my eyes. His face was inches from mine. Water dripping off his hair.

“Say you want this,” he said.

“I want this.”

“Say it again.”

“I want this. I want you. I’ve wanted you all weekend.”

He kissed me. Deep. Possessive. Then he started moving. Thrusting up into me. Slow at first. Deep and slow. I could feel every inch. Every vein.

“Faster,” I begged. “Please. Faster.”

He grabbed my hips. Pounded into me. The water was splashing everywhere. All over the floor. All over us. I didn’t care.

“Oh my god, Sam,” I moaned. “Right there. Right fucking there.”

“Where?”

“There. That spot. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t stop. He kept hitting that spot. Over and over. I was so close. So fucking close.

“I’m gonna cum,” I panted. “I’m gonna cum so hard.”

“Cum for me,” he said. “Cum on my cock. Let me feel it.”

I did. I screamed. I couldn’t help it. I clamped down around him and came so hard I saw stars. He kept fucking me through it. Didn’t slow down. Didn’t stop.

When I came down, he was still hard. Still moving inside me.

“Don’t cum yet,” I said. “I want to taste you.”

He pulled out. I slid off his lap. Onto my knees in the water. The bubbles were gone now. Mostly water. I could see everything.

I took him in my mouth. All of him. As deep as I could. His hands grabbed my hair.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Your mouth. Oh my god.”

I sucked him hard. Fast. Swirling my tongue around the tip. Bobbing my head up and down. He was so close. I could feel him throbbing.

“I’m gonna cum,” he warned.

“Then cum,” I said. Pulling off. “Cum in my mouth. I want to taste it.”

He did. Hot and thick. So much of it. I swallowed everything. Every drop. I licked him clean. He shuddered.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “That was—”

“I know.”

We sat there for a minute. Both panting. Both shaking.

“Again?” he asked.

I laughed. “Again.”

He pulled me back into his lap. Filled me again. The water was cold now but I didn’t care.

We fucked again. Slower this time. More intimate. His eyes locked on mine. His hands on my face.

“Look at me when you cum,” he said. “Don’t look away.”

I didn’t. I came looking right into his eyes. He came right after. Filling me up. I felt him pulsing inside me.

We stayed there until the water was cold. Until we were both shivering. Then we got out. Dried off. He kissed me one more time.

“Tomorrow?” he asked.

“Tomorrow,” I agreed.

We did it every night after that. The whole week. Each night different. Each night better. One night he bent me over the edge of the tub and fucked me from behind. One night I rode him so hard we broke the soap dish. Another night he ate me out until I was literally screaming. He put his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. It just made it hotter.

On the last night, we fucked in the shower too. I was bent over the glass door. He was inside me. Both of us wet. The steam everywhere.

“One more night,” he said. “Make it count.”

I did. I came so hard I almost collapsed. He caught me. Held me up. Fucked me through it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “My beautiful cousin.”

“Your dirty cousin,” I corrected.

“Dirty,” he agreed. “So fucking dirty.”

We came together. Wrapped in each other. The water washing over us.

Afterwards, he held me. His arms around me. His heartbeat against my back.

“What happens when we go home?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” He kissed my shoulder. “But I’m not forgetting this.”

“Me either.”

We didn’t tell anyone. Couldn’t. But every time I see him at family dinners now, I feel it. I feel the water. The steam. His hands. His mouth. I cross my legs under the table and remember.

And I know he’s remembering too.

Because he’ll look at me across the dinner table. Just for a second. And he’ll smile. And I’ll smile back.

And no one has any idea what we did in that bathtub.