My cousin, Stacey, had just turned 18 and her parents, my Aunt and Uncle, had also just divorced, leaving her upset and alone. The suggestion was made for her to come with me, and I thought "Why not?"
I should tell you a bit about myself, my name is Dominic, although everyone just calls me Dom. I was 22 when this happened, fit and in shape from endless hours spent at the beach and training clients in the gym. Stacey, being only 18, was a beautiful young woman, with curves in the right places, blonde hair, blue eyes, and the kindest of natures.
Anyway, we flew up to the Gold Coast, where we met our bus to the resort we were staying at. Being only an hour's flight away, both of us were feeling fresh and ready to party. Having checked into our room, we found to our horror that, you guessed it, the sleeping arrangements hadn't been changed from my original solo trip, so we only had the one queen size bed.
"You take the bed, Stace, I'm right, I'll crash on the couch, or at whatever girl's place I end up at." I laughed.
"Are you sure?" Stacey replied, with what I could have sworn was a look of disappointment or jealousy in her eyes at the mention of another girl. Stacey and I have always been close, but nothing of a sexual nature.
"It's decided, you get the bed, but I get first shower, I'm ready to hit the town," I said, before stripping my shirt off, grabbing a towel and taking a shower. I finished in the shower and got ready, allowing Stacey to have her shower so we could go out.
Stacey came out of the bathroom, already in her bra and panties, both black and lacy.
"Are you right?" I asked, eyes almost popping out of my head.
"I think the question should be, are you right? Staring at me?" she replied. "It's no different to a bikini."
"Fair enough, just come on and get ready, the taxi's coming soon," I said.
Stacey went to her case and got out her top, a black top, which I quickly realised was a dress, a really, really short dress which left nothing to the imagination and showed off her fantastic tanned legs and breasts. "See, you're the only one trying to pick up on this holiday," she teased.
I looked at Stacey standing there with the tiniest of black dresses on, knowing that underneath she had on black lacy bra and panties, and with her blonde hair contrasting against the dark clothing, I couldn't help this time but to give her a look of jealousy and disappointment, which I hoped went unnoticed.
The taxi came and we arrived at the club, where right away I bought myself and Stacey a drink. This turned out to be the only drink I bought Stacey through the night, as she was forever being shouted drinks by it seemed, every guy there. Was I jealous? What was I thinking? Man, she's your cousin? But she does look good, and you are on holidays...
I put the thoughts out of my head and started trying to pick up by dancing like a fool with any girl there, no wonder I got knocked back! Meanwhile Stacey was dancing with some guy who looked older than me, and somewhat better looking. She looked like she was having fun, but kept glancing over at me and smiling. I waved back and continued drinking. Surfing for so many years, I must say I can drink, so I really wasn't feeling any effect.
Stacey kept dancing with this same guy for what seemed like ages, before I realised they had stopped dancing and were now kissing, right on the dancefloor.
That was it, I walked over to Stacey, "Stacey, come on we're going."
"Dom, this is, um, what's your name again?" Stacey giggled. She was tipsy, but not drunk by a longshot.
"It doesn't matter who he is, Stace, you don't know him, come on we're going." I grabbed Stacey and we left the club, hailing the first taxi we saw. The trip back to the resort was murder, nothing but silence, as Stacey sat with her arms folded, looking away from me. I paid the taxi driver upon arriving at we walked to our room.
The door to our room closed and it started. "What was that display about?" Stacey asked.
"Nothing, I just thought you were making a fool of yourself with a guy you don't know."
"I'm an adult, I can do what I want," she replied. "Just because you didn't score doesn't mean you can mess up my night. Maybe if you didn't spend so much time watching me, you could've had fun as well."
"Listen, I'm going to bed, I was only watching out for you, who knows what could happen to a gorgeous girl on a night out. Good night!" I said, before grabbing the spare quilt and jumping on the sofa. Stacey didn't say a word, and got into bed, still in her clothes as far as I could tell. The lights turned off and before I knew it I was fast asleep.
What seemed like hours later, I was woken up by the lamp being switched on. "Dom, wake up, I want to talk."
"Stacey, what's the time? I was asleep," I grumbled.
"Well I haven't been able to sleep, I'm upset about before, I realise you were just looking out for me." I realised Stacey was kneeling beside me, with just her bra and panties on. I was wearing boxers, and although I was now awake, another part of me was also waking up at the sight of my cousin. I just hoped she wouldn't notice.
"Yeah, no worries Stace, you know I love you.