Swimming

Emma caught up to the pair quickly. Craig and Jenny were hugging and kissing in the water that came up passed their waists. When Emma was close, Jenny pushed off of Craig and waddled over to Emma.

Emma was pulled in to a wet hug. Her nipples began to harden as her breasts rubbed against Jenny's slick mounds. "Cousin! You came, I knew you would." Jenny slurred.

Emma eyed Craig from the embrace. He was certainly enjoying watching the two girls embrace. "How much has she drank?" Emma asked, a bit concerned.

"She hit the vodka pretty hard on the drive here. And she may have drank most of what I brought out here," he held up two empty beer bottles, "Plus I don't think she's much of a drinker."

"Tattletale!" Jenny yelled as she leaped to tackle Craig. Emma watched as the two wrestled in the water for a bit, then grabbed the empty bottles when Craig handed them to her so he could fight back.

Emma smiled and laughed at the pair, thinking that they made a cute couple. As the playing around stopped, Jenny floated on her back and started rambling on about what a beautiful night it was, and how good she felt, and how happy she was.

Craig moved closer to Emma. "We should probably get her closer to shore before she drowns," Emma said, half kidding.

Craig inched nearer and said quietly, "She'll be fine. Look, she's floating on her back."

Emma felt Craig's arm slip around her waist, and his other arm tugging at one of the empty bottles. "Just let those float too, we'll grab them, and Jenny, on the way back." Craig said quietly. Jenny was still babbling about the moon and the stars.

Emma let the bottles float away, hoping that they didn't fill with water and sink, only to be stepped on later. Then her concern shifted as she felt Craig puling her closer and kissing her neck.