Devon's Angel

Devon's Angel

It was the summer I turned 18. Many relatives I rarely got to see were coming into town for a family reunion, and my parents were hosting this overblown shindig. One of my cousins had gotten out of collage early, and she was here a few days before the majority descended on us.

Angel.

It was an apt name for my cousin. She was beautiful and ethereal, but she had a strength that would scare any demon. Angel had wanted time to herself when here, so had opted for a room in a local hotel rather than staying with one of the family. That suited me fine because the hotel had a pool and it was a hot summer.

I liked spending time with Angel, even though she was 6 years older than I was, we were the closest in age of all the cousins. Also I had a major crush on her. I felt this way about her since I was about 14 and the feeling never really went away. I guess you could say I was in love. I think she knew, but she never made fun of me, and was never mean about it. I hadn't had a real girlfriend up to that point, and now that I look back maybe she was the reason.

One of the sunny days when we were waiting for the others to arrive she took me over to the hotel so I could swim. When we got there she said that she was just going to stay in the room and watch TV and wait for me. I must have had a disappointed look on my face because she tussled my hair and laughed promising she would go next time. I smiled and went down to the pool carrying one of the hotel towels. I had a great time swimming. The water was just right, but I couldn't help thinking that it would've been more fun with Angel. Just the thought of what she would've looked like in a swimsuit made me feel lightheaded.

I just walked into the room when I got back because she had told me she'd leave the door unlocked. As soon as I entered I saw Angel fast asleep on the couch. The TV was on but the volume was set low. I crossed halfway across the small room and stopped to stare. She was gorgeous even asleep. She was laying on her side with her back to the back of the couch. Her hair lay free around her head like a dark veil. Her tank top and tight jean shorts were leaving little to the imagination.

-- Not that my mind wasn't trying... --

I had to get a closer look. I realized my hair was dripping and I smelled like chlorine but I figured the shower could wait. A opportunity like this didn't present itself that often, at least not to me. I knelt quietly next to the couch with the sudden urge to touch her. I knew it was wrong, but I was rationalizing in my head. 'She's asleep, she'll never know, I only want to feel if her breasts are as soft as I'd imagined.'

-- OK, so that last rationalization was lame. Sue me, I was 18 with a hot girl in front of me. Not exactly the situation for rational thinking. --

I reached out my hand and laid it gently on her breast. I dared not breath as I waited to see if that would wake her. Her even breathing told me she was still out, so I continued. I started rubbing around her nipples, tracing it's delicate outline with my fingers. Much to my surprise (and delight) they started to become firm under my touch. Angel moaned slightly and turned onto her back. It scared me so bad I nearly wet myself. At that point I realized that my swim trunks were getting snugger. Focusing back on Angel I watched to see if she was waking, but again she had drifted off. I was one lucky dude.

I stared at her again. Then a dangerous thought occurred to me. She was now in a perfect position for me to get her pants undone. I felt like a Tom Clancy character, on a secret mission that required the utmost stealth. I admit it made it even more hot. I carefully undid the button on her shorts and slowly pulled down the zipper. I was just about to slip my hand in when an ambulance on the street turned it's siren on.

-- What was I just saying about me being lucky? Well, strike that. --

I fell on my butt from my crouched position. Angel opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows. She looked at me, and it seemed like her face was about to be graced with one of her dazzling smiles, but the look of complete terror on mine stopped her. She looked down at her unzipped shorts then over at me again. She had an unreadable look on her face.

I practically yelled my apology. "God! I'm sorry Angel. I'm so sorry." I was trying to crawl back a little on the floor but my trunks kept getting stuck on the carpet and getting pulled down - not something I needed right then. I wasn't sure what I had expected but this was bad.

She stood up and I knew my young life was over. Angel was a brown-belt in Karate and even if she didn't beat the crap out of me - which she was fully capable of doing - when she told my parents it would all be over. I cringed for the worst. I peaked out from my squinted eyes when nothing seemed to be happening. I was amazed to see Angel calmly zipping up her shorts. "You're wet." she said tonelessly. "Go on and take a shower." Needless to say I was shocked. If I hadn't already been on the ground I think I would've fallen there.
I hastily got up and practically ran to the bathroom. I shut the door and leaned against it. I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to think. Either I had just dodged the biggest bullet of my life, or there was a worse storm to come.

What was to come was more unexpected than anything that could have ever crossed my mind.

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