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The sun hung lazily in the late afternoon sky, its warm rays streaming through the lace curtains of Cameron’s bedroom window. The air was thick with the scent of blooming magnolias from the garden below, a sweet perfume that mingled with the humidity of the summer day. Cameron lay sprawled out on her bed, her long auburn hair fanned out around her head like a fiery halo. She was lost in thought, her mind wandering to the cousins she had yet to meet.

Cameron’s family had recently moved to the small town of Ashville, where her great aunt had left her the family estate. Among the many items in the sprawling house, Aunt Mabel had also provided ample photographs of long-departed relatives – including one that had caught Cameron’s eye: a sepia-toned portrait of a beautiful young woman named Pavla. With her olive skin, cocoa-dark eyes, and thick shiny hair cascading around her face, Pavla was a natural beauty. To Cameron, Pavla was the epitome of temptation.

As Cameron began to drift off to sleep, the bedroom sank into a soft twilight hush. Outside, the humming of cicadas buzzed in the distance, their song rising and falling with the breeze. Cameron dreamed of meeting her mysterious ancestor, her mind full of wild fantasies about touching Pavla’s smooth, bare skin and exploring the glistening folds between her legs. She felt a curious heat building inside her as she shifted restlessly on the bed.

Lost in this decadent dream, Cameron’s breath hitched as Pavla laid her hand on Cameron’s thigh. A shiver of excitement raced through Cameron’s body as Pavla slowly slid her hand up, her fingers brushing over the soft flannel of Cameron’s pajamas. Cameron’s eyelids fluttered open and she found herself face to face with her beautiful cousin – but Pavla did not match the portrait Cameron had seen. Here, Pavla’s hair was cropped close to her head, shaved nearly bald in a stubbled buzz cut. And her eyes were smoky and Sapphic as Pavla continued her exploration, fingertips teasing up Cameron’s bare leg.

“I dreamt about you,” Cameron whispered, reaching out to caress Pavla’s face. “I thought of meeting you; to taste your lips and run my fingers through your hair…” She smiled shyly. “I didn’t expect…”

Pavla interrupted her with a searing kiss, shoving her tongue deep into Cameron’s mouth and catching her sighing moans in that same eager kiss. Cameron’s hands ran feverishly over Pavla’s breasts, squeezing and kneading them as if Pavla had always been close; as if Cameron had always known what secrets lay hidden beneath her skin. When they finally broke, Pavla grinned – a spark of mischief back in her darkened eyes.

“Well, I’m here now,” she breathed, fumbling with the buttons of Cameron’s pajamas. “And I’m going to show you everything.”

Bolts of electricity whipped through Cameron’s body as her clothes melted away, torn off by impatient hands as Pavla’s were. Her eyes roamed appreciatively over Pavla’s physique: her small, pert breasts, tucked within a black lace bra; her lean stomach and hips, wrapped in a matching thong; and just beneath that tantalizing thin scrap of fabric, the smooth swell of her paizuri-free mons. No fuzz; no curls. Not even a faint shadow of stubble. Cameron bit her lip as she reached out and reverently stroked Pavla’s outer labia; no trace of pubic hair marred the smooth flesh resting beneath her fingers.

Pavla purred at that touch, leaning into Cameron’s hand. Her pussy was petal-soft and slippery, the tip of Cameron’s finger leaving a slick trail in the skin. “That’s right,” Pavla whispered, her own hand cupping between Cameron’s legs and pushing insistently at her outer lips. “You’re so wet already. I bet you’re dying to slide your fingers into me, aren’t you?”

Cameron swallowed dryly, her pulse throbbing in her ears. “I… I don’t know what to do,” she admitted, embarrassed by her own hesitancy. In her dreams, they had writhed together in perfect synchronicity. Now, face to face with this beautiful, sensual woman, Cameron found herself clamoring with inexperience.

Pavla placed a soft kiss on Cameron’s forehead, coaxing. “Then let me show you. And I’ll let you do anything you want to me, in return.”

With that promise, Pavla’s hands began their exploration again, skimming down the plane of Cameron’s stomach and slipping between her thighs. The short, cropped hair of Cameron’s mound was soaked with arousal; Pavla toyed with it for a moment, catching the tiny curls between her fingers. Then, slowly – oh, so very slowly! – Pavla’s digits slipped between Cameron’s folds, hoisting thick globes of flesh aside and exposing Cameron’s swollen clit. The pearl bobbed beneath its hood as Pavla’s fingers circled it, a gentle tease that had Cameron arching off the bed with a sharp gasp.

“You’re going to cum so fast, my sweet Cameron,” Pavla crooned, increasing pressure and speed. “I can feel you getting hotter and wetter. If you keep squeezing my fingers like this, I’ll make you cum, and cum, and cum!”

Cameron could only moan, lost in the haze of pleasure and Pavla’s sinful words. Her own hands flailed helplessly against the sheets as she felt that unbearable pressure building in her loins. Muscles tensed, back arched, chest heaving… Cameron’s orgasm broke over her like a tidal wave, roaring through her bones and leaving her limp and shaking. But as that shockwave subsided, Pavla was over her, straddling her hips. There was a new sort of promise shining in those eyes, a salacious gleam.

“Remember that promise of mine, my dear?” Pavla murmured, rocking her wet sex against Cameron’s thigh. “Now it’s time to let you do whatever you want to me.”

Cameron looked up at her and realized that she was more than ready to take up that challenge…