Last summer I had just graduated college, and had to move back home with my parents in Vegas. Wasn’t looking forward to sitting at home all day and applying for jobs, but it was my only choice really.

I found out from my parents that our extended family was coming to stay with us for 3 weeks. I hadn’t seen them in about 12 years, as they lived in Sweden. It was my Mom’s aunt’s cousin and her daughter. So I guess my third cousin? Idk, something like that.

Anyway, they get picked up from the airport and come over that night. They’re both wearing airport baggy clothes, so I couldn’t really tell much at the time, but when I went up to go hug my cousin, who had just turned 18, I felt two big pillows on her chest pressing into me. I remember thinking, “What the…” as our hug finished, she definitely had some big tits under that sweater.

Our house is pretty big, 5 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, a big pool and jacuzzi and it was just me and my parents. My older brother was across the country with his family, and so it was just the 5 of us staying in this house for the next 3 weeks.

My dad was going to be working pretty much every day, so he wasn’t around during the day, and my Mom was catching up with her cousin (the mom) most of the time as well. And I was only 5 years older than my cousin (the daughter) so we got paired up to hangout for their visit.

If you havent been to Vegas in the summer, it gets hot. Like really, really, really hot. Most houses have pools, so it wasn’t out of the norm to just hang by the pool all day if you had nothing else to do. And since my cousins were from Sweden, their plan was to tan as much as possible while they were here.

I remember walking out to the pool that next morning, looking through our sliding glass door and saw my cousin laying out on the lounge chair, in a bikini and tanning. Holy. Fucking. Tits.

Her tits were absolutely enormous. I did a double-take when I saw them because I didn’t expect them to be that massive. I went back to my room, quickly changed into swim shorts and brought my laptop out with me to sit out in the lounge chairs with my cousin and aunt and my mom who were all hanging out in the backyard.

My cousin honestly is pretty much average when it comes to looks. Nice blonde hair, probably 5’5” or 5’6”, average body frame, she doesn’t really have much of a butt, and she has sort of buckteeth, but my god, those fucking tits were sent from heaven. Literally so fucking full and perfect, like they had just grown in and were sitting proudly on her chest. If I had to take a guess, her tits were somewhere between an H or K cup, they could’ve been bigger but they were seriously enormous.

I tried my best to not make eye contact with them, but they were impossible not to look at when you looked at her.

We all hung out, caught up and chatted, and that became our routine almost every day. Hanging out in the backyard, getting a tan, while I pretended to job search on my laptop.

Most days it was the four of us, but there was a handful of times where my Mom and aunt would go off to do some shopping on their own. My cousin would go with them at first, but she didn’t really care to be indoors, she was more interested to stay outside and tan since she didnt get this type of heat back home.

So there were several days where it was just me and my big-titted cousin, hanging out in the backyard while she lounged in her tiny bikinis.

I would say that I am an average looking guy. I play sports, I’ve had a couple girlfriends, several hookup friends, and a couple on night stands, so I was comfortable hanging around women, but I had never been with a girl that had those tits before. Not even close.

At first my cousin was friendly around me, always smiling since she knew she had amazing tits, but still a little shy around me. As we became friendlier around each other, I could tell that she caught me looking, once or twice or ten times. She never said anything, and always kept that same smile on her face. She seemed young and liked the attention, so she never really tried to cover up or anything.

The only time she put a shirt on was when we had guests over, but other than that, she was in her bikini 99% of the time.

After a week or so, I noticed she would do very subtle things that sort of forced me to look at her cleavage. We’d go inside the house, she would grab a jar of peanut butter, or whatever needed to be opened, and she would ask for my help to open it. But, instead of handing it to me, she would hold out a few inches in front of her tits, where I had to reach towards her chest to grab the jar from her.

She turned me into her helper where she trained me to always be ready to help her with anything she needed. She knew what she was doing, and I knew the trap I was falling into.

I remember at one time, it got to the point where she would literally just hold the jar pressed against her tits, look at me with a pouty face, and do a little defeated grunt, wouldn’t even ask for my help, and I was trained to just reach towards her tits, slowly getting closer and closer to touching them as she wouldn’t even hand me the jar anymore and made me reach towards her tits every time.

Other times I swear she would do things that put her in specific situations. She would be tanning in the backyard, face down with her bikini unstrapped, and I would be lounging next to her on my laptop. She would get up, and cover her tits with her arm, pressing the huge pillows onto her chest so they squished against her, and she would ask me to grab her hat or the sunscreen or whatever she needed.

She would sit up, facing away from me, while her bikini was completely off, looking behind her to make sure I couldn’t see her tits, and she grabbed her top to put back on so that she could go inside.

There was one time I remember where she was lounging next to me, face up with her bikini on, but the top straps down around her arms so that she didnt get a shoulder tan. Her mom was with us at the time, and I heard them speaking in Swedish. I didnt understand what they were saying but my cousin kept pointing at her bikini, and they seemed to be arguing, and they both subtly pointed at me in their conversation. If I had to guess, it seemed like my cousin was asking to sunbathe topless, but her mom wouldn’t let her because I was next to her.

I never got a chance to see them, unfortunately, but I got the sense that my cousin wanted to show them off to me. I was obviously too scared to ask, but I felt like if I did, she probably would’ve given me a peek. I could tell she liked the attention, and I spent every minute with her essentially.

I must’ve jacked off to her at least 100 times, if not 1000 times, during their visit. Her cleavage will forever be imprinted in my brain.