Second Cousin

My sister and I grew up in a family that socialised quite heavily with the wider family. We’d have BBQs in the summer with aunts, uncles, cousins and Christmas parties the same. We always got on well with our cousins and it was fun. As we grew up we would still go but as teenagers we would kind of separate from the parents and do our own thing. My sister is two years younger and she got on particularly well with Luke, who was the son of Mums cousin. Nothing sexual ever happened though I know she would have liked it to.
After college I travelled and ended up in Australia having met a guy ( another story) so it was a couple of years before I saw everyone again when I came home for a family wedding. My sister had her boyfriend and as I had come alone I ended up sitting next to Luke. He had grown up to say the least and was now a six four athletic hunk but still the nice guy I remembered. I complimented him when we said hello and he smiled back saying well you’ve changed somewhat too. That’s true as living the beach life in Oz I was slim, had gone blonde and what had most obviously taken his attention was my breast augmentation. Id been a B cup when I left and was now a DD curtesy of said boyfriend who knew I hadn’t been happy with them.
We had a few drinks though the dinner and chatted non stop. Post the speeches my sister came over and grabbed me to accompany her to the ladies which was quite full. As we walked in she turned around and asked what was going on. She said it was not going unnoticed the electricity between Luke and I. One of the other girls said to be fair he’s so hot I would which made the whole group laugh. He’s nice I said but anyway we are just here without partners so it’s nice not to be third wheel.
Luke’s single my sister said and without thinking I blurted what a waste which became a running joke for the rest of the night with the cousins laughing I had the hots for him.
As the party ended like and I found ourselves almost last guests standing so we walked back for the hotel hand in hand, and in the lift to my floor I rested my head on his shoulder. As I stepped out he pulled me to him and kissed me passionately. Looking at me he said there now you know and if you weren’t already with someone I would fuck you all night long. His directness and well the kiss really had left me stunned as he got back in and closed the door. I can’t say I slept well that night.
A year later, another wedding, but this time I had come home for good. My choice of dress was “just on the edge of appropriate but hot as hell” as I had only one thought. Very quickly on arriving my sister and I spotted out group of cousins and we grabbed a champagne glass and headed over. As we did one of the girls turned around and behind her I saw Luke, looking even better if possible. We said our hellos and with a smirk one of the girls looked at Luke and said well someone is very glad you made it Rachel. I smiled and moved to stand in front of him. Really I asked and he nodded self consciously. I’m glad to I replied and just to avoid misunderstanding I am single and I expect you to make good on our last conversation.
He did, and he has every night since.