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I think, I know you, is it really you?
Whether this was intentional on the part of my Aunt to keep the kids entertained or not matters little. It was a fact, and a small portal to Heaven had just announced itself in my hotel room.
The first night was spent wandering up and down the Strip on foot. It was just the younger set, including my two male cousins from New Jersey, Mark and Jonathan. During the course of the evening, it became fairly obvious that Mark had a major thing for Jenna, and she did her share of flirting with him in kind. They certainly both had the East Coast thing to bond over.
I spent most of my time uncomfortably trying not to stare at Denise's cleavage, which insisted on peaking out of her fairly low-cut blouse. It was black with silver stripes at an angle, and featured three buttons up the lower belly. The open "V" took care of the top half, and her golden tanned, slightly freckled globes set the whole thing on fire. Tight black designer jeans completed the look, and I found myself completely in thrall to the graceful curve of her hips as they swept up to her narrow waist.
More interestingly, while walking we got a chance to talk, probably more of a "conversation" than we'd ever had as adults. I think we were both surprised to discover that in many ways we thought alike - similar neuroses, similar likes and dislikes when it came to film and music. We had even read some of the same obscure authors. It added to the turn-on that my cousin was intelligent and imaginative, on top of being a total fox.
We got back to the rooms around midnight, and my brother, who had recently become Vegas-legal, headed downstairs to hit the casino. Jenna said goodnight to a disappointed Mark. I said goodnight to a radiant Denise, and the two girls disappeared into their room.
I had just gotten into bed, flipped on the TV, and was preparing to engage in my nightly ritual of rubbing one out to one of last summer's Denise encounters, when I heard a soft knock at the adjoining door.
I got up, padded over in my t-shirt and boxer briefs, and was more than a bit surprised to see Jenna standing there in an oversize black t-shirt. It fell to about mid-thigh on her small frame, but was thin enough not to hide too many of the curves underneath.
"Hey, Thom," she whispered.
"Watcha up to in here?"
"Um, not much, really. Just getting ready to...wind down. You?"
She looked back into her darkened room.
"Well...mind if I come in for a sec? Denise is asleep and I don't want to wake her up."
Not at all sure where this was going, I said "Sure." Hopping back on the bed, I propped myself against the wall and covered my lower body with the blanket. I had just met Jenna that day, and it seemed a bit strange to be sitting there in my underwear in front of her. That turned out to be the right move, because when she closed the door and walked over to the desk chair, the movement of those hips was enough to cause a stirring in my crotch that would have certainly been noticeable.
I wasn't sure what she was wearing under that long t-shirt, but if she was wearing underwear, it was only the bottoms. The outline of her small but perky little tits was clearly visible under the thin fabric, her nipples standing out like pencil erasers. She pulled the chair out and sat down, legs together, hands on her knees.
"So I hope I'm not buggin' you, but I'm totally not ready to go to sleep yet. Do you mind hanging out?"
My tongue certainly didn't mind hanging out, and I decided to agree with it. "I think I can cope with the company of a half-naked girl for a little while."