Vicky was about to turn around and return to her room so she could give herself a good fingerfucking when she came around the corner of the guest house. There on the grass knelt the most beautiful male she'd ever seen in her life. He was holding a knife in one hand and an intricately-worked piece of wood in the other. He smiled, his blue eyes sparkling in the sun, his hair was blond and shoulder length. Vicky's breath left her as she recalled the reverie she'd had on the plane while exciting herself. That dream prince she'd conjured up out of her dreams. Here he was in the flesh, almost every detail perfect. And then she knew that this was her cousin Kevin. The long-lost cousin who couldn't speak a word.

And still she felt like she was drifting, in a strange new world. She went over to him and knelt there. God, he was beautiful! She made a quick calculation, came up with the guess that he was seventeen. Yes, just two years older than she. Vicky had been the ripe old age of six when she'd played with him.

"Do you know who I am?" she asked. His blue eyes seemed to know her. He pulled nervously at his cowboy shirt and went to carving again. But he was watching her from the corner of his eye. Vicky could hardly keep her hands off of him. She touched his blond hair lightly while he chipped away at the wood. She could see his chest where a snap had come undone. She wanted to touch him there too, kiss him there. If only she could take him in her arms…

"Kevin, I'm your cousin Vicky. We used to play together." Kevin nodded without looking up. So he'd known all along. It was at that moment she noticed the swell at the crotch of his jeans. Vicky had never been so excited in her life. She glanced around to see if they were alone. It seemed that they were. Away off she could hear Jim whistling as he washed one of the family cars.

"Would you show me where you live?" she said softly. Kevin looked up at her, licked his lips and sighed. Then he got up. It amused Vicky to watch the boy try to hide his obvious erection from her. Somehow he straightened it in his pants and led the way into the guest house.