Was that a wink, I wondered?
I watched as Kathleen exited into her own room, dressed only in a skimpy towel, which barely reached even to her mid thigh. Her long dark hair hung wet and loose down her back.
On impulse, I got to my feet and followed my cousin to her bedroom door. Looking in, I saw her sitting in front of a mirror brushing and drying her long dark hair. In that position, the towel barely covered her ass. I felt my cock beginning to swell at the sight of her. Mindful that I was staring - and that she might see me in the mirror – I decided to speak up.
“Can I help you with that?” I asked. In response, Kathy almost leapt out of her seat. The towel began to fall away and she only just caught it in time.
“No, no. Its okay,” she said. “I can manage. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“No really, I can be very gentle,” I replied, boldly walking towards her.
“It will only take a minute,” she replied resignedly.
“We’ll see,” I said with a smile, carefully removing the hairbrush and hair dryer from her grasp. I got to work, brushing down the length of her hair and carefully manoeuvring the dryer s as not to incinerate her head. I remembered that in more innocent times I had done this for her when we were younger teenagers.
But were no longer kids now and I noted with interest that the towel had begun to loosen and slip down since I had startled my cousin.
“Mmmm… that’s nice,” she murmured, leaning her head back. I quite agreed, as I saw the towel slip further down her small breasts, almost exposing their pink nipples.
I conspired to move the dryer round, so that it was blowing on the front of the towel and loosening it further, whilst I continued to expertly brush the tangles out of her hair. As I played the dryer over my cousin’s hair and over the towel that covered her, I was rewarded with brief glimpses of her titties in the flapping material. |