I'm not so sure.

Anastacia was bubbling over with enthusiasm, but I was suddenly ****. It had been a long tiring journey and my bikini was buried somewhere in our luggage.

"So is mine," replied the fiery red head. "Lets go skinny dipping!"

"We can't" I gasped, " not in Uncle Ken's pool!" This was the old conservative Lucy reasserting herself. The pre-Aunt Sophie Lucy, that I had not expected to see again.

"Don't be silly," chided Anastacia "besides Uncle Ken's busy in his office, the staff have work to do and the pool is pretty secluded anyway."

With that, my cousin whipped off her top, so that her bare breasts jiggled free, kicked off her shoes, and began pushing down her short skirt & panties with undignified haste. Throwing caution to the wind, I did the same. Anastacia abandoned her clothes in a heap outside Uncle Ken's office, though after a moment's consideration she retrieved the palm pilot.

Then she ran for the nearest exit, crying: "Last one in's a pussy-eater!"

I too grabbed my palm pilot and, shrieking, I pursued my cousin.

With her short frame and generous breasts, cousin Anastacia was not really built for speed and I caught up with the naked girl easily as we exited the house. Having said that, it was a close run thing. I was running girly style, my arms folded incongruously across my tender breasts, to hold them down as I ran. My cousin, by contrasts, was letting it all swing free. Her breasts bounced wildly (and painfully?!) free, as she ran down the short path to the grotto in which the swimming pool lay. I was amazed that she didn't give herself a couple of black eyes.

Still, I had pulled some way ahead as we passed under the trees and down to the pool. As I reached the water's edge, I had a dilemma: I still had the palm pilot with me. I looked around for somewhere safe to put it. At that moment a clattering sound on a nearby picnic table alerted me to the fact that my cousin had arrived, hurled her expensive mini computer onto the wooden surface and was now leaping into the pool.

Knees tucked up, she 'bombed' the water, rather than diving gracefully, and I found myself drenched. I shrieked with laughter, but then checked the palm pilot in concern. It was soaking wet, but still functional. I slowly made my way over to the table and carefully put the expensive machine down.

By the time I made my way back to the pool, my flame-haired nude cousin was swimming a provocative back stroke and calling out, "Pussy eater! Pussy eater!", and displaying her own neatly trimmed red snatch unashamedly.

Coolly, I made my way into the pleasantly heated water and swam towards my cousin. She turned in the water and kept her red-furred puss pointing in my direction. Smiling, I swam in between her legs. Suddenly Anastacia paused and asked seriously:

"What's that glinting in the trees?"

I looked up and sure enough there was something there, glinting in the bright sunlight. I furrowed my brow but couldn't make out what it was. It was of course a camera, but I did not realise that until much later. In the meantime, I had my cousin's wet (from the pool!) pussy to deal with. Treading water, I grasped my cousin's butt-cheeks for support and planted a kiss on her clit. I got a mouthful of water for my troubles, but it had an instant effect on Anastacia. The glinting light was forgotten, her head went back and her pussy was thrust up.

Carefully, I licked my cousin's watery puss and Anastacia purred with pleasure. Soon she began plucking at her generous nipples as I continued to lick her out. Unfortunately, I was just taking in too much pool water and so I had to end it. I began tickling her and she burst into giggles, splashing wildly in the water and nearly kicking me in the mouth.

We swam around then and played for another half an hour. Then we got out and lay on a large double recliner together, observed by the unobtrusive camera overhead. I couldn't help but observe how my cousin's neatly trimmed, but matted, red pubes came unstuck and burned fiery red as they dried in the sun.

"So, what did you make of Uncle Ken's office?" Anastacia asked at last, startling me back into the real world.

"It was like something out a Bond film," I mused.

"Yes," laughed my cousin, "I half expected to find him grinning evilly and stroking an exotic pussy."

"Like this one?" I asked, and teasingly ran my finger down over her belly into her fluffy curls.

"Mmmm," she purred, "nothing exotic about my pussy."

"Oh, I don't know," I said, as I leaned in closer and began to run my finger lightly around my cousin's pussy lips.

"They called me ginger minge at school."

"Girls can be so cruel," I murmured, taking one of her stiffened nipples into my mouth.

"Not you, Lucy. Never you," she replied softly.

We lay like that for a time, the sun slowly drying us off. I slipped my finger into my cousin's moist pussy and sucked on her tit flesh, whilst she plucked and pinched her other nipple and let out little gasps of pleasure.

Anastacia pulled me close and kissed my forehead. I looked up and she kissed my nose and my cheek, still breathing heavily as I continued to work my fingers into her juicy hole. Then our lips met and the red headed beauty planted little butterfly kisses on my lips, before our mouths crushed together and our tongues intertwined.

Suddenly, I stiffened.

"What was that?" I asked.

"What was what?"

"That noise. I think there's somebody coming down the path."

"Its just the wind. Or a squirrel. Don't stop," my cousin moaned.

I listened carefully for a few more moments.