Author: AnonyMPC

Title: Sudden Death Hotness Contest

Summary: A 17 year old is forced to Watch his 13 year old cousins overnight. Add alcohol, and it's a dangerous situation. Especially when they want him to decide which of them is hotter...

Keywords: mf, cons, inc

"Sudden Death Hotness Contest" by AnonyMPC (mf, mf, cons, inc)

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Chapter One:

It seemed like any other Wednesday, and I drove my girlfriend home from school.  I would have liked to spend some time with Chelsea, even just doing boring things like shopping, but she’d told me at lunch that her Mom wanted her home early that day to watch her little brother.  I offered to hang out with her there, but she turned me down. 

So, I figured it was as good a time as any to drop the bad news.  It was chicken-shit of me, but when I told her something that was bound to disappoint her, I always liked to do it when I wouldn’t have to see her right after.  That way she could be mad, but she wouldn’t be mad in my face, and by the next time we met, hopefully, she’d be over it.  Sometimes it worked.  Mostly, it didn’t, but it was still worth the try. 

The ride home was quiet, maybe even tense, and I thought it was because she was on to my game, that she knew bad news was coming and was bracing herself for it.  She kept her gaze towards the window and refused to meet my eye.   Whenever I looked in her direction, unless I looked in the mirror, mostly what I saw was her poofy, outrageously fake-blonde hair.  

I pulled up to her house and she finally turned towards me, her green eyes hesitant under the eye shadow… even when she was getting preemptively mad at me, she was cute.   But in a few minutes she’d be back in the house, and I’d risk having to tell her when she brought it up and I’d be stuck with her stewing in anger beside me.

She opened her mouth… I thought it was to say “Goodbye,” or “I love you,” but I wanted to get it out, so I blurted out before she could say anything.  “Listen, about Saturday…”

“Saturday?” she asked.

“Yeah, the party.  I know you had your heart set on us going, but I can’t make it.  It’s this stupid family thing; I can’t get out of it.” 

Every year, my Mom, my Dad, my Aunt and Uncle, and my other Aunt, went out and got drunk together and stayed at a hotel on somewhere approaching this date.  It had to do with some friend they all knew, who died when they were teenagers, something about honoring his memory.  I always figured it was really just an excuse to get hammered once a year. 

I had no problems with that little tradition usually, it gave me some time alone, which I could also use to go get drunk, or have my girlfriend over, or both, as had happened last year.  That was the second time we had actual sex.  I pounded her tight pussy from behind on my bed and made her scream like a banshee.  It was a good memory.  This year I’d thought it would have allowed us to stay out as long as we wanted, getting drunk and maybe high… but things didn’t quite work out that way.   My cousins usually spent that annual night together, with a trusted babysitter… but that babysitter’s appendix burst and was in the hospital.  Arrangements were already made for the day, and since it would be overnight, my Aunts and Uncle didn’t want to get somebody they didn’t all know and trust.  They were on the verge of cancelling entirely, but my Mom volunteered me for the job.

The fact that it was going to be the same night as my buddy Eddie’s house party didn’t persuade Mom to change her mind.  I argued with them for a while, insisting they were old enough to go without babysitters, or they could have separate babysitters, or one of them could just cancel their stupid plans, but eventually they guilted me into it, and I agreed.  My Dad promised to buy me a six pack for the next weekend if I didn’t tell Mom.  It was small consolation.    I was only seventeen, so I couldn’t buy it for myself, but Eddie usually was able to get me whatever I needed.  Still, it was something.

I began to explain the story to Chelsea.  “See, my cousins…”

“Ben, I think we need to break up,” she said suddenly, taking all the breath out of me. 

I sat there stunned for a few seconds.  We’d been going out for a year and a few months.  I thought everything was going fine.  “What?” I finally managed.   “Because I can’t go to the party?”  If it was, I’d find a way to go, promise to family or no promise.

She rolled her eyes.  “No, of course not…”

“Then what?  Did I do something?”  It felt like my heart had just been stomped on, and I tried hard to keep from crying. 

“It’s not you,” she said.  “It’s just… I don’t think I want to be in a relationship right now.  I feel like we’ve been us for so long that I don’t know how to be just me anymore.  I think we should see other people.”

“But…” I said.  I was still in shock.  “Can’t we talk about this?”

“I’m sorry.  I’ve been thinking about this for a while.  This is something I need to do for me.  But we can still try to be friends.”  She had her hand on the door handle the whole time.  Now she opened it, and got out swiftly.  “Goodbye.”   She ran into her house.  I guess she really had learned my trick.  Enough to use it on me. 

I was a wreck the rest of that week.  I thought I loved her, and to be discarded so quickly hurt like hell.  I won’t pretend I handled it well.  I sent her about a thousand texts and e-mails and made a dozen calls.  Most of them went unanswered.   She avoided me at school the next two days, which wasn’t hard; she was a year behind me so we didn’t have classes in common.

I burst into tears later that first day when I saw her Facebook status go from “In a relationship” to “Single”.   But that was nothing compared to the tears I shed on Friday, when it changed again to “In a relationship,” but this time with the very same Eddie who was throwing the house party on Saturday, the guy I thought was one of my best friends.  I’m not dumb.  I knew that probably meant she’d been with him for a while.  Another flurry of angry but unanswered phone calls followed that night.

By then it was Saturday, and I spent most of the day lying on my bed in my room listening to angry music.  I went back and forth between full of rage and so depressed I could barely move.  At one point my Dad came into my room.  “Listen, I know you’re hurting right now, but sooner or later you’re going to realize… life goes on.  You’ll find some other girl who’ll make you forget all about Chelsea.”

It was good advice, but I wasn’t in any mood to receive it.  “Thanks Dad,” I said grimly.  “But I’d really like to be alone if you don’t mind.”

“No can do, buddy,” he said.  “It’s almost time to go.”  

I looked up at him, noticing for the first time he was dressed in his drinking suit.  I’d forgotten all about their plans, and my part in them.  “Do I have to?”

“Yes,” he said.  He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a sitting position.  “Life goes on, and you made a commitment to be there.  Besides, maybe your cousins will be able to cheer you up.” 

I didn’t think there was much chance of that.  “Yeah, right.  Hanging out with a couple little kids will do me a world of good,” I said sarcastically.  I wasn’t being entirely fair, either.  They were thirteen, so hardly kids, even though they still looked the part last time I’d seen them.  

Dad threw a smelly old shirt at me, hitting me in the face.  “If you’d prefer to mope in a corner, you can do that too, but you’re doing it there.   You don’t have to hang out with them, just be there in case there’s an emergency.”

I sighed, but allowed myself to be persuaded to take a quick shower and get changed, and then I sat in the back seat, numb, as I rode over to my Uncle’s place.

***
Chapter Two:

My Uncle lived in a nice two story house in a quiet neighborhood.  I’d known that place well… we usually came over here for Christmas, which was only a couple months away, and years ago when I’d still needed a babysitter I’d sometimes been sent here.  

They were running late for their reservations, at the restaurant that would kick off their ritual, so when we knocked at the door, everybody was already there, getting ready.  My Uncle Harry, a tall, balding, ex-football player who’s large build had started to become fat from years of neglecting exercise, said hello, shook my hand and left a $20 bill when he let go, then turned me over to his wife, a curvy black-haired woman, who hugged me tight, pressing her breasts into my chest.  In happier times, I might have been worried about an inappropriate boner, but I wasn’t really in a mood for that.  Aunt Ellie then said, “Thank you for doing this, Ben.  We left some money with the girls to order something delivered, there’s enough for you too and you can help yourself to anything in the fridge.  If you need us, our cell numbers are posted there too, in case anything happens.”

I nodded.  “Have fun,” I said mechanically.  They brushed past me to the door.   Left in the foyer was my other aunt, Aunt Diane, and, sitting on the stairs to the upper floor, my two cousins.  Although I’d seen my other Aunt and Uncle a few times when they came to visit my parents, this was the first time I’d seen either of those three since last Christmas.  And there’d been some significant changes in the last year, at least in one case.

Aunt Diane still looked much the same.  She was petite, blonde, still looked like she was in her late twenties even though she was in her thirties, and if she wasn’t my dad’s little sister she’d be the number one woman on my MILF list.  Even as it was I’d had a few shameful masturbatory sessions involving her coming on to me because of her being so lonely without a man to take care of her.   She smiled her tender little smile at me, an impish one that always made me suspect she knew about the fantasies, as she got her jacket on.  Underneath, she was wearing a red dress that accentuated her slender form.

Diane’s daughter, Michelle, also looked much the same as she did the last time I saw her.  She was maybe an inch taller, a little older, but still looked much like a little girl.  She was thin and didn’t seem to have much of a figure under her loose jeans and little Aeropostale shirt.  She was really pretty, though.  I knew one day she’d look as beautiful as her mother, maybe even more so, facially they already resembled each other.   Her hair, blonde like my aunt’s, came down to just above her shoulders.   She had a cute button nose, flawless pale skin, and the same quality of smile as her mother, forming as our eyes met and I nodded to her.  About the only thing keeping her from being a total drop-dead gorgeous stunner were her lack of an obvious figure, and the fact that her ears stuck out just a little, and her eyes were set a little deeply, making her look a little raccoon-like in certain lighting… but even these small flaws seemed to make her more endearing and approachable. 

My other cousin, Uncle Harry and Aunt Ellie’s daughter Beth had changed a lot in the last year, though.  Last time I saw her, she was the same height as Michelle, just a little fatter, and with black hair and a bit of a duskier skin tone inherited from her mother.

Now, though, she must have grown almost a foot in height, and in shape, grown up a lot more.  She had breasts now, full-fledged boobs, of an impressive size for her height and looking firm and round.  Her hips were prominent even in her clothes.  She also dressed to accentuate her new figure.  Her jeans were tight and clung tightly to her ass, and her black top was cut low to display impressive cleavage whenever she bent forward.  She was perhaps still approaching chubby, particularly in her round face which had apple cheeks, and pouty lips, but she was still incredibly cute looking and with that body, I couldn’t help but stare.  She seemed to notice and grinned broadly and tossed her long black hair flirtatiously. 

I forced myself to look away, not wanting to appear like a perv, even though perverted thoughts were threatening to break through my depression, just for a moment.   Then Aunt Diane got in front of me to give me a hug.  “We’ll probably be back tomorrow about noon,” she said to all of us, and then, directed more to her own daughter, “Be good.”

“We will, Mom.” 

A car horn from outside caused her to break off suddenly and make for the door.  “I’d better move my ass or they’ll leave without me.  Bye guys.” 

“Bye,” we said almost in unison. 

Then it was just the three of us.  “So, Ben, long time no see,” Beth said with a sultry half smile. 

“Yeah, it’s been a while.  You guys look…” I struggled for a word.  “Good.”  With a conscious effort, I took my eyes away from Beth’s cleavage.   She was my cousin.   I didn’t want to be one of those guys, but boobs were boobs.

“So do you,” said Michelle.  “How are things going?”

I shrugged.  I didn’t want to tell them my problems, figuring pity from thirteen-year-olds would make me feel even more like a loser than I already did.  “They’re okay.”  I took a deep breath.  “Anyway, I know I’m supposed to be here as like a babysitter, but I don’t really think you guys need one, so I’m just going to sit on the couch and watch some TV and you guys can go do whatever you want.”

“We could all watch a movie together or something if you wanted,” Michelle suggested.

I shook my head.   “We probably wouldn’t have the same taste anyway,” I said, then headed for their living room.  “I’m just going to veg.  You guys have fun.”  

Beth said, “Come on, Michelle, I want to show you something,” and they went upstairs.

Thoughts of them left me entirely for a while as I sat on the couch, watching TV without really taking much of it in.  My mind was still going over my failed relationship, trying to divine what might have gone wrong and when.  It was no use to think that way, but I couldn’t stop myself from doing it, analyzing every moment when Chelsea seemed mad at me or especially friendly with Eddie.

I heard my cousins playing music upstairs, and occasionally a thump of some sort, but was never inspired to go investigate what they were doing.   Finally, after they were there for about an hour, I heard them coming down again.  “We’re going to order dinner,” Beth said.  “What do you want?”

I barely spared them a glance as I shrugged.  “Whatever.  I’m not really hungry.  I’m sure whatever you guys get will be fine.”

“So, Chinese food?” Beth asked Michelle. 

“I guess.”

Beth went off to the hallway to make the call, and Michelle nervously sat on the easy chair beside the couch I was on.  “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said automatically.

“Are you sad cause of you breaking up with your girlfriend?”

I was startled into looking at her.  “How did you know?”

“Facebook.”  Right.  She was on my friends list and must have seen when I changed my own relationship status.  “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” I said curtly.  “No offense.  I’m trying not to think about it.”

“Okay.” 

At that point, Beth walked back into the room, asking for what Michelle wanted to order.   She ordered sweet and sour chicken balls, and fried rice.  I really wasn’t hungry then, but thought I might be later, so I said, “Get me one of those too.”  Beth nodded and retreated back into the kitchen.

Michelle smiled.  “We like the same things.”

“Yeah, I guess we do.”

“It’ll be okay,” she said after a few more seconds of silence.  “I’m sure you’ll find somebody.  It’s her loss.  You’re a catch.”

I looked over to her and gave her a weak smile.  “Thanks,” I said.  At least she was trying.    I didn’t feel any more like a loser, but her efforts didn’t really make me feel that much better, either.

Beth poked her head back around the corner, leaning forward slightly.  My eyes fell on her cleavage again.  That made me feel a little better.  “It’ll be here in about 40 minutes.  If we don’t hear the door, come get us?”

It took me a second to realize she was talking to me.  “Will do.” 

“Come on, Michelle, we have to be getting back, they’re waiting.”

Michelle slowly got up and left the room, and I returned to my moping.  They came down once more to get the food, having seen the delivery van from her window, but decided to eat in their room.  I picked a little at my food before deciding to close the little container and put it aside and watch more TV.

As I flipped through the channels, I stopped at some kind of movie, a teen movie.  It was in the middle, at some scene involving a house party.  A pretty blonde was going up to the bedroom of the party’s host.  I changed the channel quickly.

It was too late, the damage was done.  I thought of Chelsea, and Eddie, together at the party Eddie was holding that night.   I had a very vivid mental image of Chelsea lying on top of him, bouncing up and down on his dick, screaming out his name like she used to yell out mine, all as her boobs jiggled appealingly. 

It wouldn’t go away.  Instead it got worse, embellished.  I pictured them in every possible position, sometimes laughing about me and how pathetic I was while they were fucking, how glad they were that they didn’t have to do it behind my back anymore. 

Finally, I could take no more.  “Fuck it,” I muttered to myself, and launched myself off the couch and into the dining room area.  I was promised access to anything in the fridge, but what I was interested in wasn’t in the fridge.  I remembered from the family parties in which cabinet the liquor was kept.  It wasn’t even locked. 

There was a bottle of Scotch inside, almost full but it had been opened, and that seemed good enough to me to take the edge off.  I poured some in a glass, a normal drinking glass, and went back to my spot on the couch, sipping it and enjoying the burning feeling as it went down.   If I had to have sorrows, I might as well drown them.

***
Chapter Three:

In health class they taught us alcohol is supposed to be a depressant, but I’m in always a cheerier mood when I’ve had some booze.   The next morning I would probably feel even worse, but when I’ve had a few beers in me I don’t feel so bad, no matter what’s happening.   Scotch was even stronger. By the time I’d drained the glass about halfway, what Chelsea was probably doing still hurt, but I could start to look on the brighter side and console myself… that meant I could fuck other girls too.  I began composing lists in my head, of girls I might try for back at school.   Sure, some of the people I thought of were unrealistic, but I had a good chance of getting one of them, and there were always the slutty girls for some no-strings-attached pain relief.  I was even starting to get a little horny thinking about them.

By the time I finished the glass I was feeling a little better, went to the washroom, then decided I’d get some more.  I’d just pulled the bottle back out from the cabinet and opened it when I heard a voice behind me.  “What are you doing?”

It was Beth, on the other side of the dining room table.  Michelle was nowhere to be seen.  I smiled uncertainly at her.  “I’m just having myself a little drink.”

“That’s my Dad’s,” Beth said.  “He’s going to know it’s gone, you know…”

I shrugged.  “Don’t worry, he won’t blame you.  I’ll tell him I did it, tomorrow.”  I might get in trouble for it, but it would blow over.  My parents knew I was depressed, so it was really their fault for making me come here in the first place.  The liquor at our place was locked down.

She stared me down for a second, then broke into a smile.  “Okay,” she said.  “It’s your body, right?”

I raised my glass at her.  “I’m glad you see it my way.”

“Hey.”  She leaned forward, elbows on the table, putting her cleavage right in view.  “If you’re going to be taking the blame anyway, can I have some?”

I stared at her boobs for a few seconds, thinking it over.  “You ever drunk before?”

“A little.  Mostly beer.  Some wine.”

“This stuff’s a little stronger.”

“I think I can take it.”  She grinned.

I didn’t see much harm in letting her have a little.  “Go get a glass.”

She bounced off back into the kitchen and I followed slowly afterwards, looking at her ass.  She’d changed at some point in the last hour, and now wore tight pink shorts that clung to her ass even more tightly than the jeans had.  Her legs were pretty nice too.  She looked back at me over her shoulder as she stepped on her tiptoes to retrieve a large plastic cup from a high shelf and said, “I should probably mix it with something too, so Michelle doesn’t know.”

“Sure.”  I maneuvered myself behind her as she opened the fridge.  There was a bottle of ginger ale, lying on its side, on the bottom shelf.   In order to get it, she didn’t crouch as I might have, but just bent over at the waist.  Her ass strained against the pink fabric, and I could see the top edge of her underwear creeping out.  She was wearing a thong.  A black one.  As she pulled at the bottle, she shifted her weight from one leg to the other causing her ass to bounce a little… it was almost like she was wiggling it at me.  It was hard to believe it wasn’t deliberate. 

If I was sober I might have thought better of it, but I was buzzed, and so I decided right then.  To hell with what was cool, to hell with fears about incest.  I wanted to try and fuck my cousin tonight.

As she poured the ginger ale into her glass I tried to think about the best way to accomplish this new goal.  I had the desire, the intent, but not the plan. See, I didn’t want to just fuck her and damn the consequences.   The thought of pulling down her shorts and thong, pulling down my pants, and just plowing into her pussy over the kitchen table was a wonderful mental image, but I didn’t think it would work even though I had a feeling she’d welcome it.  If one thing went wrong, or I’d misinterpreted her signals, I’d be ostracized by my family, maybe even arrested.  I was too chicken-shit to risk that.  Conversely, I also didn’t want Beth to think it would be a regular thing.  She was fine in small doses, but I always got annoyed when I had to hang out with her for too long.  I didn’t think even being regular fuckbuddies, if I could pull it off, would counter that. 

No, I had to think carefully, come up with a good way to do it, find a way for her to come after me, if possible, just for tonight.  I poured a little of the scotch into her glass, half-full already of the ginger ale as I pondered. 

“Beth, I couldn’t get it working again,” Michelle said, coming around a corner into the kitchen.  Her eyes widened as she saw what I was pouring. 

I’d forgotten about her.  That put another kink in my plan.  I certainly couldn’t go after Beth while our other cousin was right there. 

“Forget about it, I found something better to do.”

“You guys are drinking?”

“I’m drinking,” I said.  “I’m just giving Beth a little taste.”

“You want some too?” Beth offered.

I was a little more hesitant about that.  It was silly, since Beth and Michelle were the same age, but Michelle looked younger and more innocent.  But Beth had already offered, so I could hardly refuse.

“Um, okay.” Michelle said finally. 

“Just a little,” I said.  “I might get in trouble for drinking, but your parents would never forgive me if you guys got alcohol poisoning or something.” 

“Pfft, spoilsport,” Beth said, and got a glass for Michelle.  I poured a little in, less than I did in Beth’s.  She was smaller, I reasoned, so she could probably handle less.

They both had a sip of their drinks, Beth a large one, Michelle a tiny one, and then she wrinkled her nose in disgust.  “Try mixing it with something,” Beth suggested.

Michelle ignored her.   “So this is what you’ve been doing down here?” she asked.  “Drinking?” 

There was no criticism in her voice that I could detect, so I answered honestly.  “No, I just started.  But I probably should have been.”   I took a seat on one of the chairs and had another gulp of mine.  “Then I wouldn’t have wasted so much of the night feeling sorry for myself.”

“Do you want to talk about it?  It might make you feel better?”

“Talk about what?” Beth asked.

“His…” she shook her head suddenly.  “Never mind.  It’s not my place to say.”

I smiled grimly.  “She means my girlfriend and I broke up.”

“Oh,” Beth said.  “What happened?”

I sighed, and launched into the whole story. 

“That bitch,” Michelle said after I mentioned my suspicions that she and Eddie were together before we broke up.  “I know how you feel, this guy I liked dumped me a couple months ago.   It gets better.  Eventually.”

It was funny, hearing that from a thirteen-year-old.  “Thanks,” I said, then paused.  “They’re probably together right now,” I said.

“Forget about her,” Beth suggested.  “She’s a skank.”

“You deserve better,” Michelle agreed.

“I can’t just forget about her, though.  I really did love her.”

They “Awwww”ed in unison at that. 

I stood up and started towards the living room.  “So, that explains why I’m drinking tonight,” I said.

They started to follow.  “You shouldn’t be alone, you know,” Michelle said.  “We’ll keep you company.”

I flopped down on the couch.  “Nah, that’s not necessary,” I said.  “Weren’t you guys already doing something?”  With Michelle here, I didn’t think I’d have much chance to move on Beth.  Better to get them distracted and then maybe Beth might come down later for more of the Scotch. 

“Not anymore,” Beth said. 

“We were on webcam,” Michelle explained.  “But we got banned.”

I quirked an eyebrow.  “Uh-oh.  What did you do?”

“Nothing,” Beth swore.  “We were just dancing and shit.”

“Beth was showing…”

Beth stamped her foot.  “Michelle, shut up.”  To me, “It was nothing bad, really.” 

That was interesting.  What was she showing them?  Her breasts?  No, probably too much, but you never knew.  Maybe her bra, or something like bikini.   “If it was nothing bad then why did you get banned?”

Michelle sat down on the easy chair beside the couch.  “It wasn’t for anything bad we did.  But apparently you have to be sixteen on that site.”

“Oh.”  More the pity, if they were getting really naughty on webcam I thought it would increase my odds of seeing some action, but it was probably just something a little bad like showing stomachs or sexy dancing.  Unless they were lying.  But it was probably for the best if they weren’t, after all, there were a lot of freaks out there. 

“Stupid rule,” Beth muttered.

“So we can stay here with you.  We can watch movies or just talk.”

I shrugged.  We flipped through the channels trying to decide on something to watch while I considered my plan to seduce my cousin.  I had to get them separated, that was the first thing.  The second thing would be, ideally, if I could trick her into coming on to me.  Then she’d be less likely to tell, and it would be less likely for it to just go wrong if I turned her down for it happening again.

“This is boring,” Beth said after a few minutes.  “Nothing’s on.  We should do something fun.”

“Like what?”

She turned to Michelle and grinned.  “How about Truth or Dare?”

My ears pricked up.  That had possibilities.  But Michelle had to be a downer.  “I hate that game.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“I’d rather not.  Let’s do something else.”

Beth sighed.  Since it looked like that game was out, I said, “It’s probably not a good idea anyway.  Guy like me, been drinking, with two pretty girls, truth or dare… not a safe combination.”  I said it as a joke, but it was a joke with a goal, to give Beth the idea that I was thinking along those lines, that I considered her a pretty girl and might be willing to do something with her, if circumstances were right.

She seemed to get the hint and turned towards me with a half-smile.  “Oh really?”  I shrugged and smiled back.  She looked back to Michelle and said, “You know, we never did get an answer from those guys online.  Maybe Ben can answer it for us?”

“Answer what?”  I noticed Michelle had started staring into her glass.  It was empty.  If she’d downed it already she was more of a drinker than I’d given her credit for. 

“It’s a simple question, really.  Which one of us do you think is hotter?”

***
Chapter Four:

I was about to answer, “Beth, of course”, but I wanted to make a show of looking them both over, and as I looked at Michelle her head was down towards her drink… but her eyes were on me.  I got the impression she was afraid of what I’d say or trying to mentally beg me not to let her down and give Beth’s name.  “I really can’t answer that,” I found myself saying.  I kicked myself immediately afterwards.  “I mean, you guys are both pretty hot.”

“Oh, come on, Ben, don’t be a pussy,” Beth said.  “You can answer, we’re not going to get offended.”

Beth might not, but I had a sudden flash of empathy.  Michelle and Beth were friends, but Michelle was obviously not as developed.  She probably was now used to Beth being thought of as the hot one and getting all the attention.  And though I liked them both enough not to want to hurt their feelings, I was always a little friendlier with Michelle.   As I was trying to figure out a way to be diplomatic, I had an inspiration.  “No, I really can’t,” I said.  “You see, if you asked who was cuter, I could answer.  If you asked who was more beautiful, I could answer that, too.”

“Wait, what’s the difference?” Michelle asked.  “Aren’t they the same?”

“Not at all.  You see, cute is… well, it’s like which one of you I’d want to hug tight, maybe cuddle up to.  And beautiful, well, that’s the quality that makes you just want to stare, that makes your heart beat a little faster.”  I’d used a similar speech long ago, on Chelsea, although in her case I told her she won in both categories.  Here, I had a different plan.  “Now, both of you are both cute and beautiful.  But Beth wins on cute, and Michelle wins on beautiful.”

“Really?” Michelle said.  Her face was red, but she was smiling. 

Beth looked a little put out at losing on beautiful.  That was part of my plan.  I wasn’t lying by any means… Michelle had a more beautiful face, and I knew once she got older guys would be falling in love with her.  But I hoped Beth winning on cute would make her try harder when it came to hotness.   “Hotness, now that’s something different.  The essence of hotness isn’t in how you look, it’s in how you act, how you move, what you’re willing to do.  I can’t judge hotness just by looking at someone.  They have to be trying to be hot.”

Michelle responded first, but even she took a few seconds.  “What?”

Maybe the drinking made me sound better in my head than I did in reality.  Beth saved me from trying to reword it.  “He means he wants us to dance, to show him how hot we are.”  It wasn’t exactly what I meant, but I was willing to take it. 

Beth stood up, and pulled a very hesitant Michelle to her feet by her hands.  Then, to grab the remote control, she bent over to the coffee table, giving me once again a nice shot down her top, where I could see right down between her boobs and if not for her bra I could have seen nipples, too. 

Beth changed the channel to a music station and a song began to play, and they started to have a dance off.

It was no competition, really.  Beth swayed her body like she was meant to do just that, confident, smooth, and she wasn’t afraid to shake her ass in my direction when she wasn’t swaying it from side to side.  Michelle on the other hand, was tentative, slow, and looked a little uncomfortable.  When her eyes weren’t staring at the floor, they were on Beth herself, envious.  There was a clear winner.

But a clear winner did me no good.   “So, who’s hotter, then?” Beth asked.  She seemed to already know the answer.

I had to think of something quick.  If it was close, I might have been able to bluff it, but Michelle seemed way too self-conscious about herself to do even a halfway decent job.  Maybe if her cousin wasn’t there, clearly outshining her, she could have been more open, but…

I had it, then, another flash of inspiration.  “See, this isn’t really a fair test,” I said. “Cause you may be making Michelle self-conscious.  Just because someone’s a little shy, doesn’t mean they’re not going to be hotter when the time comes.  No, if you really want me to answer, we’d have to make it fair.  Do an official hotness contest, following all the rules.  Sudden death style I think would be best.”

“What?” Beth asked.  “I’ve never heard of that.”

Of course not.   I’d just made it up.  “It’s simple.  You each go in five minute turns.  We go back and forth until we have a winner.   Each turn is in private, though.   When it’s not your turn, you go somewhere else.  When it is your turn, the game’s simple… be as hot as you can.  In those five minutes, you have to be at least as hot as the last person was, and then you can set the bar higher if you want.  I judge, but I’m not allowed to say what anybody has done for their turn, not ever.  Swear to God.  All I can say is whether you’ve beat the last turn or not.  The first time one of you doesn’t manage to be hotter than the last round, they’ve lost.”  In my slightly tipsy state, it seemed brilliant.  They wouldn’t be competing with each other, they’d be competing with what they thought the other might be doing.  I’d get alone time with Beth, at the very least, and she might decide to make the first move on me.  I’d probably have to lie and let Michelle pass on her round even if she wasn’t as hot as Beth, of course, but it would make her feel better about herself, and I kind of wanted to do that too.  It was brilliant. 

If it worked.

I could see them considering it, exchanging glances with each other, but I couldn’t be sure which way they were leaning.   “I don’t know if we should trust you…” Beth said.

“Hey, I’m your cousin.  Of course you can trust me.  And besides, the rules state I have to sit in a chair and not move unless you ask me to,” I made it up to try to put them at ease a little.   “If you don’t want to do it, I don’t really care, you guys are the ones who wanted to know who was hotter, remember.  That’s the way to determine it beyond any doubt.  Otherwise I might as well just flip a coin and we can go back to watching shitty TV.”

“How many of these have you done?” Beth asked.

“Not many.  Less than 5.”  Zero was certainly less than 5.  I shrugged.

“And what did the girls do to win?” Michelle asked.

I was about to answer, but then remembered the rules.  “I can’t say.  Not allowed to, remember.  But I will say there’s lots of different ways to be hot, and each person has their own ideas.  Now, you guys are my cousins, and only twelve…”

“Thirteen,” Beth said.

“Whatever.  So I’m not really expecting you guys to get crazy.   Even if you just dance, that’s fine.  But the Sudden Death Hotness Contest Rules make it fair, because really, girls are as hot as they’re willing to be.”

Beth had an amused half-smile on her face as I was talking, but she said, “Okay, I’m in.”  I fought to keep from grinning.  “How about you, Michelle?”

She looked at me, then to Beth, and frowned.  I thought she was going to refuse, but she said, “Fine, whatever.”

***
Chapter Five:

We decided to use Beth’s parents’ room for the contest.  I insisted it needed to be a room with a lock, to prevent surprise spying… but mostly because, if something started to happen with Beth, I didn’t want Michelle bursting in.

A coin toss decided who would go first, and it was Michelle.  That was just as well.  She didn’t have to beat anybody by going first, she just had to set the bar for Beth.  I didn’t expect it to be very high.  Beth went off to her room, I locked the door, settled on the chair we’d set up, and checked the time on the clock by the bed.  Five minutes until I had my first shot at Beth.  “Okay, you can start now.”

She stood a few feet away from me, arms crossed over her stomach.  “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” she said softly.

“Whatever you want,” I said.  “We could just stand here staring at each other if you want, but Beth’s going to win easily if you do that.”

“She’s going to win anyway.  She always wins things like this.”

“I’m sure she will, if you let her, without even trying.”

She was quite still for a few seconds, then asked, “Were you telling the truth earlier when you said I was more beautiful than her?”

“Of course I was,” I said.  “You’re a beautiful girl.”

“Justin didn’t think so.”

“Justin?”

“My ex.”

I felt sorry for her.  “He wouldn’t have been with you in the first place if you weren’t pretty.  He probably just told you otherwise afterwards to hurt you.   Guys can be dicks.”

“Girls can be bitches, too.  You didn’t deserve what that Chelsea did to you.”

Mentioning Chelsea at all was a sure way to bring my mood down, but I knew she meant well so I tried not to grimace.  “Thanks.”

“Thanks for saying I was beautiful, even if you were just making it up to be nice.”  She still wouldn’t meet my eye. 

“Look at me,” I said.  Her blue eyes locked on mine.   “I wasn’t making it up.  You’re beautiful.  Anyone who tells you differently doesn’t know what they’re talking about.  And I promise you, you could win this contest if you wanted to.   If you want to let Beth win you can, but don’t tell me you can’t be hotter than her.”

“Okay,” she said.  “I’ll try.  But I don’t know what to do.”

“Whatever you think would be hot.  The contest is as much about that as anything.”

She took a deep breath, then turned her back to me, selected a song from the MP3 player we brought for the contest.  As the music of Britney Spears started to play, Michelle started moving, shaking first just her shoulders, and then the rest of her body started to loosen up and follow suit. 

She was a little better than when she was directly competing with Beth, mostly because she wasn’t quite as stiff, but she still didn’t have much confidence in herself.  It was as though she was copying dance moves she saw others doing, and without much style, rather than letting the music move her.  She did better than I could have done in her situation, but as a spectator, I knew something was lacking. 

Mostly, in fact, it actually looked cute… she was obviously trying so hard I just wanted to hug her and tell her she was doing great, even though she wasn’t.  But cute is a far cry from hot.  Still, when she swayed her hips from side to side it was at least a little bit hot and about halfway through the song I caught my eyes following it like I was hypnotized, even though she wore jeans that didn’t show anything.

Finally, when I checked the time, I realized her turn was almost over.  “Okay,” I said.  “Guess it’s Beth’s turn.  You did a good job, though.”

“Really?”   I nodded, but it only made her smile for a moment.  “I bet Beth’s going to do better.”

“Even if she does, you’ll get at least one more turn to do even better than that.”  I’d probably let her win the next round, too.  “Can I give you some advice?”

She nodded eagerly.  “Of course.  I trust your opinion.”

“You need more confidence in yourself.  How are you going to convince someone else you’re hot if you don’t believe it yourself?”

“But I…”

I knew what was coming, so I interrupted her.  “If you don’t believe it, then fake it.  Because if you let it show, you don’t think you’re hot, you don’t look as hot.  I don’t know, maybe it would help if you just pretended you were alone, and just performing in front of a mirror.”

“I don’t think I can.  I can’t stop thinking about you how you’re watching me, judging.”

“Well, there’s always the old advice of picturing your audience in their underwear.”  She laughed at that, and I smiled.  “But try to loosen up, have fun.  Find a thought that makes you confident and hold on to it.”

“I’ll try.”

There was a knock at the door.  “Time’s up, isn’t it?” Beth called.  “It’s my turn now.”

***
Chapter Six

Michelle rolled her eyes, but went to unlock and open the door.  Beth was grinning on the other side.  Michelle brushed past her, giving me one last look over her shoulder.  “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I heard when she was out of my sight, in the hallway.

“That’s the whole point, isn’t it?” Beth said with false sweetness.  I smiled, and then Beth closed the door and locked it.  She walked slowly in front of me, swinging her hips a little with each step as though trying to prove that just by walking she was hotter than Michelle.  I wasn’t about to let her off that easily, so I tried to look unimpressed.

“Okay, I’m starting the clock now,” I said, looking at the night table. 

As Beth chose a song to dance to, she asked, “So, tell the truth, she didn’t set the bar very high, did she?”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say,” I said.

“Hey, I love Michelle, but she doesn’t know a lot about being sexy.  What, did she just sway a little?”  She faced me and did a passable imitation of the first part of Michelle’s dancing.

“I told you I’m not going to say anything about what the other one does.  I’ll just tell you when you’ve been hotter than her.”

“Okay.  I’m just trying to figure out what I’m going to do with the other four minutes, after I beat her.  But I’d better get started.”  She held something loosely in her hand.  With an off-handed gesture, she tossed it on the floor.  “Oh, look,” she said.  “I must have dropped my hair-tie.  I should pick it up.”  She flashed me a grin, then turned and bent down to pick it up, from the waist, leaving her ass bobbing in the air and her shorts trying to climb up to the tops of her legs.  She swayed it back and forth, almost like an invitation as she slowly retrieved her hair-tie.  She must have let me look at her ass for like twenty seconds. 

If I was a little drunker I might have got up, pulled her shorts down, pulled her thong aside, and shoved my dick inside her, or at least tried, but I wasn’t that bold… instead I just used the time to imagine doing it.  Then, finally, she pulled up, and swept back her hair into the tie, and began her dance. 

As much as her bending over was appreciated, the tie was probably a mistake, as her dark hair flying around probably would have been sexier than having it tied back behind her.  That was about the only flaw to her performance.   She ran her hands sensuously up her sides and to her breasts, squeezing them ever-so-slightly, and her hips were in constant motion to the music, and her mouth moved along to the chorus of the Pussycat Doll’s “Don’t Cha”  Almost right away she’d passed Michelle’s bar, though I didn’t want to tell her right away. 

I finally cracked after about the first minute, when she broke out her pop, lock ,and drop moves.  She thrust her ass behind her, shook it a little while she leaned far forward, then dropped down in a quick squat and rose again.  “Okay, I think you’re officially hotter than Michelle’s last turn,” I said.  “Anything you do from this point on is setting the bar higher.”

“Hmm,” she asked, as though to the air.  “So what should I do to set the bar?”

I wanted to suggest something, but I got a little worried.  Sure, she was being flirty, but if I suggested she take her top off, she might freak out.   On the other hand, if I just let her keep moving forward a step at a time, and all I did was watch, she’d have no one to blame for anything that happened but herself.   So, I shrugged.  “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

She danced again, to a new song, hands on her gyrating hips, and with quick, slight movements began pulling her shirt up and her shorts down.  My eyes strayed to her belly, and I’m pretty sure she caught me looking, for it wasn’t long before she abandoned the subtle movements and just pulled her shirt up over her navel.

Beth looked a little chubby, but her body didn’t give much evidence of it.  She didn’t have a fat belly, she was just a little pleasantly curvy.  Her waist may have been a little wider than other girls, but in comparison to her hips it still looked appealing.  Her face and butt looked a little plump, but the latter at least was a good thing, and the belly looked pretty nice, especially without clothes… it was almost flat, with just a little bump.

“Oh, I get it,” she said.  ‘You want to see a little skin, huh?”

“Skin’s always good.  Can’t have too much skin.”  I hoped she’d show even more, but instead, she just tied her shirt up so that it would stay, just below her breasts, and then went back to dancing, shaking her rear and her breasts regularly, aware they were her best assets.  As the new song was approaching its end, she dipped her right hand underneath the shorts and came up with the side of her thong, pulled up over her short band, a little tease at what lie underneath.  “Nice,” I said. “Don’t see many girls your age wearing thongs.”  I didn’t actually know whether they did or not, but I certainly hadn’t seen it if they did.

“You like it?”

“It is hot,” I said. “I can’t lie.” I glanced towards the bed.  “But it looks like your time for this round is just about up.

She pouted a little, then, as she untied her shirt and let it fall over her belly again, she asked, “So, do you think I’ll win?”

“That depends on what Michelle’s willing to do to win, I guess.  But I think you’ve got a pretty good chance.”

She started towards the door, and then stopped, smiled a little, and turned towards me and pulled her top up, over her boobs.  Underneath she wore a bra, black, with a little lace around the cleavage area.  She certainly had nice tits, especially for a thirteen-year-old.  I couldn’t help but smile, especially at what the flash signified for my chances.  “Nice,” I said.  “I can’t actually count that because it came in after the round was over… but I appreciate the effort.  I think you have a better shot of winning in the next round if you don’t win in this one.”

She winked at me, fixed her hair, and then left the room and shouted.  “Michelle, it’s your turn.”

***
Chapter Seven:

It took Michelle a while to get back from wherever she waited out Beth’s time… which I guessed meant she still wasn’t too eager about the whole contest.  I was committed to let her win this round regardless of what happened… I might only need one more turn from Beth to, if not seal the deal, at least get her to do enough that I could talk her into meeting me later for more.  But I needed her alone for that, so Michelle had to win, whether she was hot or not.

Once Michelle closed the door, I realized I had my work cut out for me.  Despite my earlier advice, she was back to being nervous and closed off… she wouldn’t even look me in the eye.   That was a problem.  Because neither girl could see what the other did during the contest, I had a lot of leeway to play around.  Even if they compared notes later, they’d always have a little bit of doubt that one girl really did less or more than the other and just lied about it.  But if Michelle was even less hot than she was last time, then she would have to know that she lost.  I needed to spur her to try something, at least go as far as she did last round.

“Clock’s ticking,” I said.  Only by a few seconds, but she hadn’t started doing anything.

“I don’t know what to do,” she admitted, again. 

“I don’t know, you could dance some more, I guess.”

“Come on, Ben.  I can’t beat her on dancing, we both know that.”

“What did I just tell you about confidence?” I asked.  “If you weren’t so shy, I’m sure you could let loose and be incredibly hot.”  She didn’t answer right away, so I continued, “But you don’t have to dance.  It’s not a dancing contest, there are lots of ways to be hot.  If you can’t convince yourself that you can beat Beth at dancing, even though I totally think you could, you can always try something else.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” I said.  “You could do sexy poses, or a catwalk like a model.   You look more like you could be a model than Beth does.” 

“Yeah, right,” she said, sarcastically as she blushed.  My heart melted a little.  I kind of like how she reacted to compliments.  Whenever I complimented Beth she just gave me a grin like she was saying “I already know, but it’s still nice to hear.”  Michelle really seemed to be surprised and embarrassed at positive attention, like she couldn’t believe it was serious, and it was so adorable. 

“It’s true,” I said. “Or, I don’t know, you could talk dirty if you wanted, that can be hot.”  She was still blushing, and shook her head.  “Yeah, I didn’t think you’d be in for that.  But you’re beautiful.  And you must have noticed guys staring at you before.  Just think back to what you were doing then, and do that.”  She seemed to think about it for a while.  I checked the time, getting a little worried.  A minute had already gone by.  “Or, if all else fails, you could show some skin.”  I tried to phrase it as though I was just teasing, making a silly, flirtatious joke.

“Skin?” she said.

“I’m not saying you have to show your boobs or anything.  I mean, I am your cousin, I know you probably don’t want me seeing you like that.  But you could show off your tummy or your legs or something… there’s a reason guys stare at girls in skimpy clothing, even when nothing bad is showing… because it’s hot.”

“You know, there is one thing I do at school that sometimes guys stare at me for…” she ventured, finally.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued.  “What’s that?”

“I do gymnastics.  Sometimes I see them looking at me when I’m doing it.  They have a dumb look on their face.”

“Ah, the dumb look… one of the classic signs of guys appreciating hotness,” I joked.  It got a smile out of her at least.   “Gymnastics are pretty hot.  I bet you’d look hot in gymnastic poses.”   

I was right.   She probably would have looked even hotter if she wore tights or something, instead of loose jeans and a baggy shirt, but as it was, I had no complaints.   As it turned out, I didn’t have to lie to let her win, she won the round on her own, with the poses she took over the next few minutes.  

Sometimes I wondered why schools let girls do gymnastics.  It was practically inviting guys to imagine them putting that flexibility to use in the bedroom.  Even looking as young as she did, I had a few thoughts like that as she spent the next few minutes stretching and contorting in different ways.

She started with something she called a bridge, where she fell backwards and landed on her hands, arching her back in the air.  As you might expect from the name, she became like a bridge… and her crotch was pointed directly at me.  Unlike with Beth, it didn’t seem like a deliberate provocation, but an innocent pose that happened to inspire naughty thoughts in me.   “Wow,” I said.  “Nice.  Can you do it from the other side?” 

She smiled, and complied.  This time, she looked up at me upside down as her chest was aiming in my eye line.  She didn’t have much of a chest, but the pose made her shirt strain against her bra and it all look bigger.  Finally she turned it into a handstand, shirt falling over and giving me a glimpse at her belly before she flipped back on her feet. 

Next, she stood and did something called a scorpion, where she pulled up her leg behind her so that her foot was near her head.  If only she wore a skirt.  After her foot dropped back to the ground, she turned back to me and bent forwards as she widened her stance until her feet were planted wide apart, to a distance that would have made me hurt if I even imagined myself trying it.  “Definitely getting hotter,” I said.

“Want to see me do the splits?” she asked suddenly.  “That always seems to make guys eyes boggle.”

“That might just put you over the top,” I told her.

She stood up and did a very similar move as she’d just done, but instead of moving her legs apart side to side, she moved one leg forward and the other back.  As she approached the ground, she winced a bit and said, “I’m not sure I can do it in these pants.” 

I wanted to suggest, “Take them off.”  I almost did, but she kept lowering.  Finally, her crotch touched the floor.  I imagined myself underneath her in that position, then shifted my legs to cover the erection.  “You’ve definitely gotten hotter than Beth was last round,” I said, truthfully, then looked over at the time.  “Looks like you’ve only got about a minute if you want to set the bar any higher.  You might have time for one more pose.”

She looked at the clock, then got to her feet, and bit her lip.  “You said showing skin would be hot, right?” I nodded.  She closed her eyes, and then slowly pulled up her shirt.  I almost lost my breath, thinking she was going to pull it off completely, but she stopped just before the bra.  Still, I had a nice look at her stomach.  Hers looked much better than Beth… it seemed much tighter and firmer, and the hint of her hips suggested she might have a little more body than I’d given her credit for, her clothes just hid it.  “Wow,” I said.

Then there was a knock.  “Time’s up.”

I was almost mad at Beth for her turn coming.  I wanted to see where Michelle might go next… then of course, I remembered that wherever Michelle went, Beth was liable to go further and faster.  At that moment, I began to wonder at the possibility of somehow getting with both of them.  It seemed impossible but… if I could keep the contest going, who knew what they’d do to outdo the other?  I was still more interested in fucking Beth, but Michelle no longer seemed the little girl cousin that I just didn’t have thoughts about.   I shook my head softly to myself, trying to banish the thought.  Michelle might be hotter than I’d thought, but I still didn’t think she’d be willing to go very far.

***
Chapter Eight:

“You’re not waiting out here are you?” Michelle asked when she opened the door.  “Cause we agreed no listening.”

“Of course not,” Beth insisted.  “I was in my room, looking through my closet.”  She looked at me.  “So, have I won, yet?”

“No,” I said.  “Looks like we’re going to another round.”

“What’s that?”  Michelle asked.  She was looking at Beth’s hand.  Her fist was curled up, and there was something in it, something small and made of stretchy fabric. 

“Nothing,” Beth said with an unconvincing innocent smile.  “Just a little something to help make sure I win the next round.” 

“That’s your bikini top.”  My cock hardened and gave a little bounce.  Luckily, neither of them were looking at me.  I lifted one leg and squeezed it against the other, taking my dick into a less obvious position.

“So what?  Nothing in the rules said we can’t change.”

“That’s no fair, this is your house, you’ve got all your clothes here.  I don’t.”

Beth waved a hand dismissively and brushed past her into the room.  “Fine, you can borrow anything of mine you want.  And I know you brought a few clothes, too.  But right now it’s my turn, so run along.”

Michelle looked back, gave a soft “Hmph” sound, and then walked down the hall.  Beth closed the door behind her, locked it, and then turned back to me.  She lifted her arm above her head and let the bikini top dangle from it.  “So, do you want to see what I look like in this?”

“Hell yeah,” I said.  I probably agreed a little too eagerly there to continue with my plan of letting her make the moves, but it was too good to risk passing up.  Beth turned her back to me, and pulled off her top completely.  Underneath she wore only her black bra.  With a quick motion, she reached behind herself and pulled the strap open, then let it fall over her shoulders.  Now she was nude from the waist up, only tragically facing away.  I decided to take another risk.  “You know, if you really wanted to win, you don’t actually HAVE to turn away while changing.”

She glanced at me over her shoulder, and then spun suddenly.  My eyes widened, but, to my disappointment, she was covering her breasts with her hands.   Still, it was a step in the right direction.  I was almost sure I could making something happen with her if I had enough time.  “So you think I would win this contest if I took my hands away?” she asked.  She pressed her hands up against her tits, deforming them into nice soft circles. Her middle fingers must have been touching her nipples.  I tried to picture them. Would they be erect?  Pink?  Brown?  Ghost nipples that just blended with the boobs perfectly?    

“You might win, yeah.  Can’t say for sure.”  I grinned.  “You’d certainly win this round.”

She hummed to herself like she was considering it, but then turned her back to me.  As she bent down to grab the bikini top again, I saw a brief glimpse of bare side-boob, but it was too quick to really appreciate as anything more than a tease.  She approached while holding the green-and-black patterned fabric to her chest, then turned away again.  “Want to do me up?”

Not really.  I wanted to just do her, or, if not that, at least pull the top away.  But I did it up, my fingers fumbling with the strings.  I wasn’t great with knots at the best of times, and being a little drunk didn’t help matters… but then again, if the knot loosened and it suddenly fell off, that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world either.   She checked my work and found it acceptable, and then turned towards me, hands on her hips, and shifted her weight from one leg to the other in succession.

If her tits looked good in her old top, they were fabulous in the new… they were perfectly shaped globes, just a little more than I could get my hands around, and barely contained by the fabric.  They also looked like they had quite a healthy bounce to them… and she put a bounce into her step, as well, so there was a lot of bouncing. 

After letting me get a good look, she put more music on and began to dance again for the next minute or two.  Beth was skilled at keeping the focus on her breasts, either by keeping her arms out of the way entirely, or using them to thrust them forward, or even softly caressing them, inviting me to imagine myself doing the same.  I kept expecting them to pop out of the bikini top, but they remained stubbornly in place. 

Suddenly, Beth’s hands strayed to her shorts.  “I haven’t beat Michelle yet?” she asked.  “You know, I’m starting to think you’re letting her win just so I’ll do even more…”

Even though I hadn’t yet done that, she caught a little too close to my plan.  I chuckled in embarrassment and said, “Would I do that?  I think you’re just not giving her enough credit.”   My eyes were still locked on her crotch though, where her hands made a v-shape on her shorts.  The top button was undone, but nothing showed.

She shook her head.  “We’re best friends... I told you, she doesn’t do sexy.  It makes her uncomfortable to try, even if she’s already…”  She stopped abruptly.

“Already what?”  Had sex?  Little Michelle?  It was a surprise, if I was finishing the sentence right.. 

“Never mind,” she said.  “I just don’t think she has it in her to win.  She’s practically a prude.  I mean, she won’t even wear a bikini to the beach.”  Maybe I’d guessed wrong.  “So this had better get me to the next round.”  She put her legs together and pulled down on her shorts, revealing the front of her black thong panties. 

“Okay,” I said.  “You’re definitely safe this round.”

She wiggled around seductively a bit.  “You like my panties?”

“I do.  Very hot.”  I smiled.  “If you’d showed them a couple rounds ago, you might have won already.”

“Are you trying to tell me I should do more to raise the bar if I want to win?”

“I’m not telling you to do anything,” I said defensively.  “But the hotter you get, the less chance Michelle has of beating you.  Especially if she’s as shy as you think.”

She thought about it for a moment, and pulled her shorts back up.  “How much time do I have?”

I looked past her at the bed clock.  “About half a minute,” I guessed.

“Not much time,” she said with a little pout.  “So I’ll have to make it good.”  Her hands went up to the little triangles of fabric covering not much of her breasts.  My cock got hard in anticipation.  Beth looked both ways as though worried somebody else might see, and then pulled the top up to her collarbone.

The breasts looked wonderful bare… they somehow looked even larger that way, and held a perfect shape without much sag, even unsupported.  Each was crested with a light brown circle.  The areola was a little bigger than I expected, but not enough to be gross.  The nipples themselves were slightly lighter, closer to her skin tone, and they visibly protruded a little.  “Whoah,” I said. 

“No way Michelle’s going to beat this, no matter how much she wants to win.”  I was worried she might be right, but I really wanted to squeeze another round out of the competition…. And that wasn’t the only thing I wanted to squeeze right then. 

She pulled the top back down and took a second to re-set her boobs inside them, then went to the door.  “Michelle, get in here so you can lose,” she yelled.

***
Chapter Nine:

When Michelle came into view, I saw that she’d gone through some wardrobe changes of her own in the last few minutes.  Gone were the t-shirt and loose jeans.  Now, she wore a tight white top that left her shoulders bare and a bra strap showing underneath a thin shirt strap.  The top clung to the shape of her small breasts, making them not look so small after all.   Lower down, she wore by a light, short skirt, light blue in color.   It made a dramatic improvement.  Michelle didn’t possess the same in-your-face sexuality that Beth did, but there was something incredibly hot about her starting to show herself off, too.  For a split second she looked pleased and confident, too.

Then she looked at Beth’s bikini top, her boobs on display and outshining her, and seemed to shrink a little.  With her confidence gone, it was like she lost much of the hotness she’d gained with the change and went back to looking cute.  Sensing it, Beth grinned and walked out.  “See you in five minutes,” she said, as she shut the door.

Michelle stepped from the door to the spot right in front of the chair, but she now seemed as nervous as her first turn.  “I really like the new outfit,” I said, to try and loosen her up, regain some of that fire.

Her face lit up.  “You do?”  But it only lasted for a moment.  “But not as much as Beth’s, I bet.”

“Well, all guys like girls in bikinis,” I said.  “But skirts are nice, too.”  I pointedly looked at the clock, and said, “Okay, the time begins now.”

“What’s the use?” she asked.  “I know she’s going to win.  I don’t know why I even bother.  I can’t compete.”

“Sure you can.  You thought that last turn, and then you did gymnastics and you beat her easily.”  My eyes strayed down to her skirt as I looked over her thin legs.  It didn’t look like there was any excess fat on them than was necessary to keep her from looking like she was anorexic.  They also seemed incredibly smooth-looking.  “I bet that’d be even hotter now.”  What did she wear underneath that skirt, I wondered.

“Hot enough to get through my turn without losing?”

“Depends on what’s under the skirt, I guess.”

Without any preamble, she pulled it up.  I sucked in my breath involuntarily, then relaxed.   It was shorts.   Tight shorts that flattered her little ass, but shorts nonetheless.  “That may not be quite enough to do it,” I admitted.  “But it’s worth a shot.”

“You want to see my underwear?”

I couldn’t tell if it was an offer or a question, so I shrugged.  “All I’m saying is that it would be hotter.   I wouldn’t be seeing anything more than you would show at the beach.”  I looked her over from bottom to top.   “I mean, I’ve already seen your belly, and I can see your beautiful legs right now.  I’ve practically seen you in a bikini.”  But then, Beth mentioned that Michelle didn’t wear bikinis.

“I don’t really have the body for a bikini,” she said. 

“Nonsense, you’ve got a great body.”

“No I don’t.  Not like Beth’s.  I know you like her better.”

“What makes you think that?”

“I’ve seen you looking at her.  And she’s got boobs.”  She put her hands out in front of her to demonstrate the size, the size she lacked. 

“Not all guys are hung up on boobs,” I assured her.  “Some guys even prefer them smaller.”

She laughed mirthlessly.  “No guys I know,” she said. 

“You don’t know me?”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

I was, but only because I hadn’t really thought about it.  I liked big boobs.  Chelsea had a nice pair of big titties (and I mentally flinched at the memory and the thought of Eddie feeling them up right this second).  But small boobs had their own allure, and looking at Michelle’s, under cover of the little top and bra, I actually wanted to see them more than I wanted to see Beth’s again.  “I’m telling you, Michelle.  Boobs aren’t everything.   Sure, the curvy, big-tit body type is nice, but it’s also damn hot when a girl’s incredibly small, tight and toned like you seem to be.   And I don’t like Beth better.  Don’t tell her I said this, but I’ve always liked you better, ever since we were kids.”

“Really?”

I nodded.  That wasn’t just to make her feel better, it was absolutely true.  Beth had mellowed out in recent years, but as a kid, she always seemed a little stuck up and bratty.  On occasions when I was stuck with the two of them, she was bossy, demanding we play games her way or do what she wanted to do.  Michelle on the other hand, was quiet and much more laid-back.  When we were younger and being babysat together, she’d even sit beside me while I used the computer or watched TV, letting me do what I wanted to and just making a suggestion now and then.  If I had a choice to hang out with one of them, socially, with no chance of messing around, I’d almost certainly choose Michelle… but the two usually came as a pair. 

Usually, but not always.  I remembered suddenly the time we went camping one summer about three years back, all our families together.  None of us kids really wanted to be there.  My Dad enforced a ‘back to basics’ rule for our branch of the family, no cell phone or computer or anything other than something to play music on was allowed, so I was boredest of all. 

Beth’s parents had a hi-tech RV, and Michelle and her mom rode inside to the campground.  I was jealous of the amenities, showers, fridge, air conditioning, satellite dish.   Dad, stubbornly trying to enforce his rule, forbade me and Mom from spending time inside of it except he let my mother shower there. 

We chose a bad time of the season to camp out.  It was too cold to go swimming, and there weren’t a lot of other campers around to interact with.  We tried to make the best of it as a family, going on nature hikes and roasting marshmallows, but whenever we did anything outside, Beth whined about the bugs or the temperature and found an excuse to retreat to the safety of the RV.  She spent most of that week inside, watching TV, and complaining.   Michelle could have done the same but she spent a surprising amount of time following me around, too.   At first I found it annoying, she was only ten and I was fourteen, so she seemed hopelessly immature and I almost would have rather been alone.  But at least she was willing to play cards with me, or tell me jokes, and I found an interesting way to keep from being bored was to try to entertain her.  I used to make up elaborate stories to amuse her, new ones every day… a lot of were them rip-offs of movie or TV shows, but she never seemed to notice or mind, and it was fun.  She even rode home in our car instead of the RV so she could hear the end of one of the stories and we played road games, too.  I hadn’t thought much of that summer in a while, but when I did it still made me smile.   It was like having a little sister, almost, without any of the downsides.

Now the sweet memory made me feel guilty about the unsisterly, uncousinly thoughts I was having about her.  She noticed.  “What?”

“Nothing.  I was just thinking about Chelsea,” I lied.  Bad move.  Now I really was thinking about her.  A stab of heartache made it through the slight buzzed feeling I’d been protecting myself with for the last hour or two.  

“You’ll find somebody better than her.”

I smiled weakly.  “Thanks.  If I’m really lucky I’ll find somebody like you,” I said offhandedly.

She turned away from me.  “I guess I should do this,” she said.  “Or Beth’s going to win.”

“That’s the spirit.”

She stared at the bedside clock a moment, then took a breath.  She fiddled with something under her skirt, and to my surprise, started to slide her shorts down.  Once they were down to just below skirt level, she had to stop, her arms made a rapid movement… I think she had to pull her panties back up after they slipped down with her shorts.  I wished she’d been facing me at the time.  From behind, the skirt still covered her ass completely, but on the other side… I could just imagine getting a glimpse of her little pussy… even if accidental, that would have won on hotness.  When the shorts hit the floor, she stepped away from them. 

She started to quickly do a few gymnastics moves again… but I still didn’t see much.   She still seemed pretty shy about showing her underwear, but her gymnastics were all the hotter for that.  Watching her, knowing that I could see her underwear at any time was much more alluring than her doing the same poses in jeans.  I first saw a flash of panties, white much like her shirt, when she did an attempted handstand after the bridge.  It was as though she forgot for a moment that she was only wearing a skirt, and so was surprised when, as she turned upside down, it fell back over her chest, and I saw her underwear clinging to her ass.  It was only for a second, but a beautiful second before she, red-faced, got on her feet again to try another, less provocative move.

The hottest moment was when, after doing a sideways split, instead of standing up directly, she sat on the ground and pulled her legs out in front of her, bent, and leaned back towards the bed, resting on her hands… it wasn’t a move, it seemed like she was just taking a second’s break to catch her breath and consider what to do next... but as she did, her skirt dipped between her spread legs.  If she leaned any farther back or spread her legs any more, her panties would have been visible under the skirt.  I so wanted her to, and just for an instant they did, before she leaned forward again.  Still, it wasn’t as hot as Beth flashing me.  Time was winding down, and I thought it was as good as I was going to get, so I prepared myself to lie to her and tell her she made it, just barely.

She got to her feet again and looked at the clock.  “I’m running out of time.”

“Yes,” I agreed. 

She took a deep breath, grabbed her skirt with both hands, and lifted it.  This was no one second glimpse, I could stare at it for several seconds.   Her legs seemed to be shaking, but still I got a good look at those tight panties.  There was a flower on the front, on the mound.  Without me even having to ask, she turned, and gave me a look from behind.  It molded tightly to her ass, so I could clearly see the crease in between her cheeks.  “Wow,” I said.  “That’s pretty hot.”  I couldn’t resist one more try.  “If you pulled up your shirt I think it would put you over the top.”

She let go and the skirt fell back over herself.  “Promise you won’t make fun of me?”

“I promise.  I’d never do that.”

She pulled her top, over her belly, like before, but then she kept going until her shirt was over the bra, held there by the fabric’s own tightness.  She had obviously some breasts, but they were very small.  I loved them.  “Okay,” I said.  “You’re safe for this round.  And you’ve got a way better body than I thought.”

There was no nudity.  In some people’s eyes, I’d done what I planned and cheated Beth out of a victory.  Bare tits and panties should beat bra and panties.  But somehow, it seemed to mean more with Michelle.  Beth acted like it wasn’t really a big deal to flash her boobs at me, like it was a laugh, something to do on a bored night to win a silly game.  Michelle, though, really seemed to be giving of herself when she showed, it was harder for her, she was clearly shy and self-conscious, but she did it anyway.  That made it hotter for me.  I say she won that round fairly, but only just. 

***
Chapter Ten:

When Beth came in for her turn, she eyed Michelle suspiciously.  Michelle had already put her shorts back on under the skirt, so there was no evidence of what she’d done other than the outfit itself and the fact that Beth hadn’t been declared the winner.    “I sense a rat here,” she said to me once she’d closed the door.  “There’s no way she showed you her boobs.”  She still wore her bikini top and short shorts.

“I can’t say what she did,” I reminded her, eyes on her chest.  “Just because you did something and she beat you doesn’t mean she did the same thing.  It just means she did something that I thought was more hot.”  She shook her head and it looked like she was going to argue some more, so I said “Your time starts now, by the way.” 

“So what is it that makes you hot, Ben?” she asked, and suddenly, she exposed her boobs again, and wiggled her hips so they jiggled.  “I mean, if this isn’t hot enough anymore, what is?”  I grinned a little and shrugged.  “Maybe you want to see my thong again?”

“That could be hot.” 

“I know how guys like it,” she said, and turned her back to me, then bend forward and slowly began to pull the shorts down.  I was semi-hard already, but it became almost full force when her ass cheeks sprang out of their confinement, with only a thin string of fabric running down the center of the ass.  The best part was lower, where the fabric widened out again, covering her pussy, but not leaving too much of its shape to the imagination.

I wanted to get out of the chair and grab her, but I’d promised no touching.  She might have felt safe with me.  “Yeah, that is pretty hot,” I said as she shook it towards me. 

“Hotter than Michelle’s ass?”

I was going to say yes, but caught myself.  That would be admitting she showed it.  “What makes you think she showed that?”

“She had a skirt on, and she had to have shown something.  And I know it wasn’t boobs, she’s self-conscious… she won’t even let me look.”

“I told you I can’t tell you what she did.  But it’s not all about what you show.  Sometimes you can be hot without showing anything.  Even just talking can do it, if it’s the right kind of talk.”  I wanted to divert her from thinking that Michelle must have showed something.  Partly to protect her, and also because it might cause Beth to get more daring in other areas to compensate.

She did seem puzzled and a little put out.  “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” I said.  “What’s the wildest thing you’ve done with a guy?”  I was curious.  I knew she had to have done something… if she didn’t go all the way, she probably at least blew a guy, those lips would have gotten any guy to think about oral sex, and some of them must have suggested it, and the way Beth was flirty, I’d put odds on she accepted one of those offers.

To my surprise, what she said was, “I gave a guy a lapdance, once.”  Her eyebrows lifted and one corner of her mouth turned up.  “What do you say, Ben?  Want a lap dance?  Would that keep me safe this round?”

It wasn’t what I’d intended by my question, but I knew an opportunity when I saw one.  “It depends on how hot it is.  If it’s hot enough, it might be a pretty high bar to set.”

She bent down again to turn on some music, and then took a few steps towards my chair, putting one foot almost directly in front of the other so her hips swung with each step.  “Oh, I think it’ll be hot enough.” 

Soon, her tits were dangling in my face, hanging there, begging to be squeezed.  I had to ask.  “So, is this going to be a no touching lap dance, or a touching allowed lapdance?”

Her eyes curled up towards the ceiling for a moment as she thought.  “No touching.  At least, not unless I say you can.”  I could live with that.  I don’t think she would have added that last bit if she didn’t intend on saying it eventually.  I didn’t want to screw it up by touching before my time, so I put my hands behind the chair, behind my back. 

She blew Michelle away in the first few seconds of the dance.  The moment she straddled across my legs I had a raging boner, and I could was close enough to smell her boobs as they waved in my face.  It was sort of like sweat, but the best sweat I’d ever smelled.  I didn’t touch her, but her boobs touched my face a few times during the dance, as though accidentally, although she might have done it on purpose, too.   While moving to the music, her she rubbed her own tits in the ways I wanted to, squeezing them together and shaking them, and even pinching and pulling lightly on her nipples.  At one point she stood, thrust her crotch forward, and slowly slipped her hand in under the waistband and all the way down.  For a few seconds, her hand moved in a circular motion beneath the front of her thong.  I thought I was about to lose it. 

Immediately after that display, Beth lowered herself down so she was practically sitting on my lap and my rigid dick poked into the junction of one leg and the ass.  “What’s this?” she asked playfully.  “I think it’s evidence that I’m pretty hot.”

“Yeah,” I said, practically holding my breath so that I wouldn’t get over stimulated.  “You’re officially safe this round.”

“Oh, good,” she said.  “I was afraid I was going to have to turn this into a touching allowed lapdance.  Now I won’t have to.”

I groaned.  “You are such a little tease.”

She winked at me, and started to rise up.  “I know.”  She laughed.  “But teasing’s hot too, isn’t it?”

Not as hot as actually fucking doing something.  “You can still set the bar higher, you know,” I reminded her.  “There’s a little time left.”

“I think I’m going to win off this,” she said.  “But just to make sure…”  She got off me, then turned around, and backed up, putting her thong-covered ass almost directly over my crotch.  She whipped it up and down, like she was dancing again, forcing my erection down with it.  I winced at the contact, maybe a little painful but enough pleasure that I didn’t care.  “That’s a pretty hot ass,” I said.

“I know.”  She stepped forward a bit then her hands went to the strap of her thong.  Ever so slowly, she began pulling it back, until finally she was technically mooning me.  It wasn’t as impressive as as it should have been… with a thong you’ve already practically seen the ass even when it’s not down, but I was glad for it anyway.  Then, she did what I kept hoping she would… she kept lowering it past the ass.  It cleared the bottom of her legs, and I was looking right at her pussy from behind, I could see the plump lips and the pink in the middle.  Wetness glistened off the pink.  My hands came out from behind the chair, ready to do something… my dick was crying out for attention, but I wasn’t sure if I was going to take it out and stroke it or push it inside her whether she asked or not. 

Before I could, she spoke.  “I think my time’s up.”  She straightened and started walking towards her shorts.

I groaned as she began to dress again, so she would leave in the same state of dress as she entered and not give Michelle any clues about what her turn had consisted of.  “Yeah, I guess it is.”  I needed one more turn with her.  One more would be all it took. 

***
Chapter Eleven:

I needed to take a break before Michelle started her turn… there were two reasons for this.  Firstly, I needed to try to think of a way to persuade her to do something more than she already had done.  I had a sense I was just about at her limit, but if I let her go a round without taking another step, even a small one, she might announce that she lost when Beth came for her turn.  The second and more pressing reason was my raging hard-on.  I needed time to calm down.  So, I told Beth and Michelle that I needed a few minutes.

First, I went to Beth’s parents’ washroom, splashed some cool water on my face, and took breaths until I was only semi-hard.  I hadn’t managed to think of anything, but at least I was able to tuck my dick in the waistband of my boxers so it didn’t make as much of a bulge… my t-shirt covered it well.  Then, passing Michelle in the hall, I went to the kitchen to get another drink.  The bottle looked noticeably less full than the last time I looked at it, but I didn’t give it much thought, I was still worried about the Michelle problem.  By the time I finished another glass, I still had no solution… my mind kept flashing back to the sight of Beth’s pussy, and those thoughts were beginning to reawaken my erection.

Finally, I didn’t think I could stall any longer and went back to the room, where Michelle was waiting for her turn, sitting on the bed.  “Ready?” I asked as I closed and locked the door. 

She nodded.  I took my seat and tried to casually adjust myself again so there wasn’t any visible bulge.  “Time begins now.”  I still hadn’t come up with a plan, so I just hoped she’d already thought of something she was willing to do. 

“How much do you think I have to do?” she asked. 

“Probably not as much as you think.  You were incredibly hot last time around. She almost didn’t manage to raise the bar.”  The lie came pretty easily. 

She took a breath.  “Uh, there’s one thing I was thinking of doing.  But it might be a little weird.”

“Why?”

“Cause we’re cousins.”

“I can pretend we’re not for a little while.”  What did she have in mind?  Showing off her boobs?  Or maybe I might see pussy, since her boobs were a sensitive spot. 

She wouldn’t meet my eye as she told me, instead looked at the clock by the bed.  “I was thinking it might be hot if I kissed you.”

That threw me a little.  “Yeah, I think it probably would.”

She fidgeted, playing with a lock of her hair with one hand.  “I mean on the lips.”

“I’m game if you are.”  She got off the bed and walked up towards me, then leaned over and supported herself on the chair with one hand.  She seemed to be shaking a little in nervousness, but other than that there was nothing awkward about the kiss, she knew just how to do it, probably from her boyfriend.  I closed my eyes and then felt her lips against mine.

We held it for a second, with our lips mostly closed, before I felt her soft tongue probe between my lips.  I let it in, and met it with my own.  Soon both our mouths were half open, and I’d lost all the progress I’d made in fighting down my erection.   She tasted faintly like mint, as though she’d just brushed her teeth or had some mouthwash, and I was a little self-conscious of my own breath… I guess it probably tasted a little like Scotch, since I’d just been drinking some. 

“Umm,” was all I said when we parted.  It was all I could say.  My head was swimming.  I’d never imagined she was such a good kisser.

“Wait, I can do better.”    This time, she folded her skirt under her and sat on my legs.  Not, thankfully, on my erection, but awful close.  She leaned in again, put one hand on the side of my face and gave me another, longer kiss.  As it ended, her hand slipped down my face, then my chest, and into my lap. 

“You’re hard,” she said with wonder.

“Sorry.  That was hot… really hot.”

She looked down at her hand on the bulge in my jeans.  “Can I see it?” she asked.

“If you promise not to tell anybody.”

“I won’t.”

She slid back and let me have room to unzip my pants and pull my boxers over my dick, then tuck the underwear under my balls.  I’d never heard any complaints about my size from Chelsea, it was about seven inches at its hardest… and it felt like it must have expanded another inch just from the knowledge that my cousin was going to be looking at it. 

“It’s bigger than I thought it would be,” she said.  She got on her knees so her head was almost level with it and reached out… when her arm was halfway towards it, she looked into my eyes, silently asking for approval.  I nodded, and her fingers closed over it.

She held it lightly, which I thought was lucky, I worried if she squeezed it right then I might have shot off.  I was already teased enough.  “You’re definitely hotter than Beth was, now,” I said. 

“I know how to make sure I win.  I know what guys like.” When she said it though, there was no bravado in her voice, or even flirtiness.  It was like she was just stating a fact.  She knew she could win, if she wanted to.  “Do you want me to win this contest?”

“God, yes.”  I suppose as a judge I should have been impartial.  That admission would likely get me banned from judging Sudden Death Hotness Contests in the future, if I hadn’t just made up the idea that night.  It was the truth, though.  At that moment, I wanted her to win.  “I was rooting for you to win all along.”

That was all it took.  Her mouth enveloped my prick and closed over it making a seal.  I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as I just enjoyed the sensation of her mouth going about halfway down, and her tongue teasing the underside of my dick.  She was good at it, and didn’t hesitate at all… it either wasn’t her first time, or she was some kind of natural.  I was in real danger of cumming right away, just from her tongue. 

I tried everything to keep the climax at bay, it just felt too good to explode so soon.  I thought of math equations, I prayed, thought about baseball.   What did it was a stray thought, the hope that the alcohol would make me last longer, as it sometimes did when I was with Chelsea.  That got me thinking about her, my ex, how she’d never suck my cock again, how she’d be sucking off Eddie instead.  In the midst of the wonder that was happening in my lap, it was still a depressing thought, and I lost the urge to cum right away… but it wasn’t enough to make me go completely soft.

Soon, although thoughts of my ex never quite left me, Michelle’s efforts began to push them into insignificance.  After a certain point, the mind loses control of the dick and it doesn’t matter what else is going on in your life, a girl sucking it is a girl sucking it, and my cousin was a very pretty girl.

I grunted softly, and was about to warn her that I was getting close, when there was a rapid knocking, and doorknob jiggled uselessly.  “Come on, your turn must be up by now.”

“Shit, shit, shit,” I muttered softly, and Michelle let me fall out of her mouth and grinned up at me, taking some pleasure in my obvious disappointment.  “Just a second,” I called out, loud enough for Beth to hear it, while I put myself back in my boxers.

Michelle stood, then bent forward again, enough to put her head right beside mine.  I felt her warm breath make my ear tingle as she whispered, “If I win, tell Beth she survived one more round, okay?”

I nodded dumbly.  “I definitely think you’ve won already.”  My whole world seemed to have turned on its head. 

Michelle pulled herself back up and looked down at me, smiling confidently, radiantly for a moment before suddenly blushing.  She headed for the door and, after making sure I was zipped up, opened it for Beth. 

***
Chapter Twelve:

“So, have I won yet?” Beth asked.

“No,” Michelle said, scowling.  “But you probably will this time.  I didn’t have time to set the bar any higher after I won.”

She strolled out, giving Beth her turn, what would probably be her last turn, and me an over-the-shoulder wink.

Beth was still wearing the bikini top and shorts, and, once Michelle was out of the room, she started taking the shorts off again.  “Looks like I’ve got this one in the bag,” she said. 

I smiled uneasily as I tried to decide what I was going to do thanks to the newest development.  It was clear I was at least going to get to finish off that blowjob from Michelle, at least assuming I didn’t blow my load here… but Beth was right in front of me, now taking off her bikini top once more.  If I played it right, I might be able to fuck her this round.  But if I did that, I probably wouldn’t be able to stay hard for Michelle, not unless I could stretch out another long break between turns. 

Who did I want more?  At that moment, I didn’t know.  I wanted both, but I didn’t think I could manage both… and I’d probably regret trying.  The only question was, would I regret not trying even more?

Beth put some music on, and sauntered back towards me.  “Now, where were we?” she asked.  Then, abruptly, she stumbled, tripping over her own feet, and came rushing towards me.  I put my hands up, instinctively, defensively, and so when she ran into me I wound up with a hand full of her breasts.  It was clearly unplanned, but it couldn’t have worked out better if it was.  “This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” she said as her gaze went to my hands, still holding her boobs.  “I guess I’m a little bit tipsy.”  I could tell.  She slurred her words a little.  Maybe she hit the bottle a little while I was getting a blowjob, or maybe what she had earlier was just really starting to kick in. 

“I guess you are,” I said.  My hands were already on her boobs, so I didn’t think it could be much harm if I moved them, just a little bit. 

“You got your touching-allowed laptop… I mean lapdance, after all,” she said. 

“So does that mean I’m allowed to touch?” Not waiting for an answer, I squeezed her boobs softly.  They yielded easily under gentle pressure, and I slid my fingertips down to her nipples.  It was a hard bump, almost like an eraserhead.  I squeezed those, too.

“Mmmm,” she said.  “I might regret this tomorrow, but… why stop now?”

So I continued, caressing all over her breasts.  “You’ve got great boobs for your age,” I told her.  “For any age, really.” 

“I know,” she said with a grin.  “They’re my best feature.”

I twiddled both her nipples with my thumbs.  “I don’t know if I’d say that, but I love them.”

“If you love them so much, why don’t you kiss them?”

Why not?  I leaned forward, and pressed my lips to her left breast, and locked my lips around her nipple and sucked, rolling my tongue around.  It didn’t taste like much anything, but it was fun to do, especially hearing her gasp softly at it.  My other hand kept squeezing her other breast.  After a few moments, I switched, and then, on impulse, I buried my face in between them and kissed there, too.  That made her laugh, sort of a giggle with a snort at the end. 

“So what would you say is my best feature?” she asked when I took my lips off her to take another look from farther back.

“Well, you’ve got a couple of contenders, but I only saw one of them for a few seconds, from the back, so I can’t be sure…” I looked pointedly down to the thong-covered space between her legs. 

She laughed.  “Guys are the same.  Always want to see boobs and pussy.  Want a better look?”  I nodded.  “I’ve already won, haven’t I?”

“I think so,” I lied.  Unless she started to fuck me, there was no way she could match the hotness of Michelle’s blowjob. 

“Let’s be sure then.”  She slowly started pulling down her thong, giving me the first look of my cousin’s pussy from the front.

Most pussies I’ve seen, aside from Chelsea’s, were in porn, so while there was certainly an added hotness due to the fact that she was my cousin, her pussy only looked about average to me from the front.  It seemed a little fleshy, jutting out, and there was a long strip down the middle of the crack, that I guess was her clitoral hood, and a ruffle of pink below, around her hole.   She had some dark hair there up top… it looked like she might have shaved it but had let it grow in a little.  Not quite stubble, but very short and uniform, a wide triangle. 

Of course, an average pussy is still pretty fucking good, and you can’t help but stare at it and want to touch it.  “What do you think?” she asked.

The thought that came was, “I wonder what Michelle’s is like?”  What I said was, “Nice… am I allowed to touch there too? Or just on top.”

“You can touch,” she said.  “But don’t go inside.”

I put one hand down there, underneath, stroking at the edges of her hole with two fingers.  It was soft, and slick, and Beth shuddered a bit at my touch.  She did it even more when I rubbed up the strip between in the middle of the crack, particularly towards the bottom.  I kept it up for a while, and she moaned softly.  When I looked up she had sort of a glassy look in her eyes and her head was lolling around very slightly.  She was starting to rock against my hand, and my fingers were getting wet with her juices.

I stopped suddenly, and looked at the clock.  We still had about a minute and a half left, but I remembered Michelle was coming.  How would she react if she started doing whatever she planned and then noticed my fingers smelled like pussy?  I didn’t even know for sure if she’d be able to tell, but even though I was enjoying playing with Beth’s pussy, I didn’t want to risk anything.  “I think that’s good enough,” I said, and withdrew.

“What?” she asked, surprised.

“It’s just probably not a good idea to go any farther.  We should probably stop.  At least for now.”

She stared at me incredulously.  I shrugged, with a helpless smile.  “Your time’s almost up.  You should get dressed, and I could use a few seconds in the washroom.” 

“Fine,” she snapped, and backed away suddenly, almost tripping again but she caught herself, and began to put her clothes on.  Her lips were set into a tight line, jaw clenched… basically, she looked a little angry, and I was worried I’d fucked up big.  I guess in a way, I made my choice, since I was too worried about what Michelle might think to treat Beth properly.

“I better win from this,” she said as I retreated into the washroom.

But she wouldn’t.  She’d already lost.  Now I waited eagerly to see what the winner had in mind.

***
Chapter Thirteen:

After washing with warm water, I turned it off and the cold tap all the way on, letting my hands soak in there for about a minute.  It wasn’t a cold shower, but it eased the pressure a little. 

When I returned from the bathroom, Beth was already gone, and Michelle on her way in.  She gently closed the door behind her, and smiled tentatively at me.  “So?” she asked as I sat down in my hair.  She seemed happy, swinging her arms back and forth and positively beaming.  “Did I win?”

I thought about lying, to see how much I could get her to do, but looking into that face, I just couldn’t.  “Yeah, you won the contest,” I admitted.  “But Beth doesn’t know that yet.”

“Good,” she said, approaching my chair.  “Because I didn’t want you to think I was just doing this to win some stupid contest.”

“Doing what?”

She groped at my crotch, pulling my zipper down.  “I think you know,” she said.  I was already hard.  I pulled myself out of my shorts.  Instead of kneeling down, though, she stood back up.  Her hands plucked at the bottom of her skirt, then finally pulled it up towards her belly.

She wasn’t wearing any panties underneath at all.  She was showing me her pussy… my eyes flicked to her face, the smile was gone, and she looked a little uncertain, fragile, as though I could destroy her with a single bad word.  I never wanted to give the word, but I’d never have to.  Like Michelle herself, her pussy was small, tight, and beautiful.  It didn’t seem to jut out much, and it was just a closed clam with a little bit of puffiness and what looked like just the clit poking out at the top, the only bit of pink I could see.  She had no hair on her at all.  “Holy fuck,” I said breathlessly.

She laughed at my sudden exclamation.  “I don’t think it’s going to be holy,” she said.  “But you want to… f…” she struggled with the word and started blushing bright red at the attempt.  A second later she managed to get out, “make love?  You do, don’t you?”

“I do,” I said. “But…” I didn’t even know what I was going to say.  I just thought I should say something.  The rest of the sentence died on my lips.

“We only have five minutes.  Less, probably.”    She didn’t seem to want to waste any more of that time.  She quickly straddled my legs and rubbed her crotch against the head of my penis.   With one hand I reached down and aimed it towards her hole.

She settled her weight on me and I was inside her.  My arms went around her waist, hers around my neck, and she began to rise up and down on me, just short strokes at first, but she quickly picked up speed.   She planted soft kisses on my neck, and my hands slipped under her shirt and tried to get under the bra.  By the time I did, she was bouncing up and down on me with such force that I knew I couldn’t last very long.  I let go of her and stopped moving so she could get off of me… but she showed no intention of slowing down.  She was literally riding me, and it was quite a ride… but it was almost over.  “Michelle, I think pretty soon I’m going to…”

She stopped kissing my neck, and slowed the pace of her ride.   “You can finish inside me,” she breathed.  “If you want.   It’s okay.”

“I’d love to,” I said, but I was terrified of getting her pregnant and having her carry some kind of deformed baby.  “But I know that’s wrong.”

“I love you too,” she said hurriedly, looking right into my eyes.  Oh, shit.  She kissed me on the lips, a long, hot, wet kiss, and then she added, “It doesn’t have to be wrong, if we both feel the same way.  We can make it work.”

I couldn’t take the time to explain her mistake, couldn’t even begin to think about how I’d do that, for at that moment it seemed my entire self was in my penis, and it needed to explode.  I squeezed at her ass and began directing her bounces while my hips pistoned up and down too.  “Oh, god,” I grunted, and the tingling building up in my shaft flooded my entire body.   My toes curled involuntarily and my mind blanked for a moment from pure pleasure. 

She continued bouncing on me for a little while longer, and then, perhaps sensing I was done, slowed down dramatically until she was just grinding on me.  “Was it good?”

I was out of breath.  “Oh yeah,” I managed to say.

Our heads turned as one when we heard the noise of the door handle jiggle, and then, to my horror, the door swung all the way open.  Michelle must have forgotten to lock the door.

Beth stared at us, blank-faced, for a second, and then her mouth hung open when she realized what we were doing.  It was all quiet for about ten seconds, except for the music playing in the background.  Michelle buried her head in my shoulder.  I could swear I could almost feel her blushing.

“Okay, there’s no way I’m even trying to beat that.  I guess you win, Michelle.”

***
Chapter Fourteen:

I felt terrible immediately after, not just because we got caught, but for what we did.  I mean, Michelle was my cousin, and I’d just used her as a quick fuck to get over my girlfriend.  It felt great at the time, but now that I was done, I regretted it all the same. 

After Michelle and I parted, Beth sauntered up and took her by the hand.  With a frosty, “Excuse us,” she dragged her from the room, presumably to get the whole story.  I went back down to the living room and had another drink, waiting for them to come down… I expected Beth to call me all sorts of names, and Michelle to be hurt because of all the things I’d done with Beth.   I might have royally fucked up, although at least I still had the defense that they came on to me.  When I wasn’t actively horny, it didn’t seem as strong as it once did. 

I ate the Chinese food that had sat, untouched, for most of the night… I had an appetite, now. After that, they still hadn't come down, and it had
been more than a half an hour. I was starting to get to that stage where I was sleepy.  It was still early, especially for a Saturday night, but I was pretty drained.  I figured I’d let them hate me in the morning… maybe they’d have cooled off by then.  So I set up the sofa bed, stripped down to my boxers, and got under the covers.  I turned on some TV because I usually slept better with some noise on, and dozed off watching it. 

I woke sometime later to the sensation of a body next to mine.  Before I could even turn my head, I knew it was Michelle, just by the size.  She slipped under the covers with me.  “Hi,” she said, curling up to my side.  She put one hand over my chest.

Instinctively, I put my arm around her.  She was wearing some kind of pajama bottom.  “Hi,” I said warily.

“Ben?  You don’t think it was a mistake, do you?  What we did?”

She sounded worried that I might, so, after a few seconds thought, I lied to her.  “No.”  But how to tell her that we couldn’t let it change things between us, and she couldn’t tell anybody?   “It was one of the most incredible, magical experiences of my life,” I started.  Best to flatter her first, to lead up to the bad news.

“Mine too,” she interrupted.  Her hand swiftly slid down to my boxers.  “So do you want to do it again?”

Her hand, and the memories of how it felt last time, got me hard again right away.  “Yeah.” 

She slipped off the bed for a second and I watched her take off her pajama bottoms by the light of the television.  She wore nothing underneath, but still had a bra on.  She didn’t seem to make any move to remove that, she just climbed back onto the bed beside me. 

“Aren’t you going to take that off?” I asked.

“I don’t really have boobs.”  Beth mentioned that Michelle wouldn’t even show her.   I was curious.

“Please?  I want to see.”

Her head bowed, she reached behind herself and undid the clasp, then let them fall.  She seemed the picture of vulnerability, but then, she was showing the parts of her she was most self-conscious about.  The breasts were certainly small… I could easily fit them in my hand… fuck, I could probably fit them entirely in the palms of my hands.  But there were little visible bumps, perky, pointing upward, and topped with a tiny little nipple.  By the light of the late night infomercials the nipples looked blue, but they were actually soft pink.  “I love them,” I said, and reached out to hold them. 

She yielded to my touch, a little too much, in fact.  It wasn’t so much that she backed away, but she let my soft caress push her backwards until she was lying on her back.  I followed, and began to kiss them.  Her nipples were just little points, not the thick nubs Beth had.  Except for the size, they were much like Chelsea’s.

The comparison was a mistake.  At the thought of her, a wave of depression flooded me, and my erection vanished.  “You don’t have to keep kissing them,” Michelle said.  “We can just have sex, if you want.”  Despite those words, I got the impression she enjoyed my kisses… and sex wasn’t in the cards, not right away, anyway.  If I couldn’t fuck her, she’d probably blame herself.  I needed time to get my mind off it.

“I like kissing you,” I said.  I continued to kiss her breasts, and then moved on my knees and started kissing lower, along her stomach and towards her pussy. 

I’d eaten Chelsea out before, but her pussy was more like a flower, with visible inner lips hanging out.  At least Michelle wouldn’t remind me of her down there.  I liked the way my cousin’s pussy was all tucked in, and I spread it apart with two hands, then stuck my face in and inhaled deeply.  It was hard to describe the smell, a little like the taste when you bite your lip, only sweeter and more sour all at once.  It was intoxicating, and I was starting to get my Mojo back, especially with how Michelle quivered at my touch.  I licked her softly around the edges and up the center, and in the hole.  “You don’t have to do that,” she said, her voice strained like she was holding her breath.

“Does it feel bad?  Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she said.  “It feels good, but, I know it’s gross for guys.”

“Whoever told you that’s an idiot,” I said, and drove my tongue inside.  With Chelsea, it wasn’t my favorite task in the world, but I loved the power of making a girl feel good.  Michelle, though, her pussy had charms of its own.  I started it to give myself time to get an erection again, but I was starting to enjoy it.  I could hear her breaths getting ragged, and it was making my cock twitch and grow.  I gave some attention to her clit, sucking and kissing it softly, and she started moaning.  I probed her with two fingers, and it came back extremely wet and slippery, and she clenched around them. 

I couldn’t wait any longer.  I crawled over her so I could look her in the eyes.  “Are you ready?”

She nodded.  Her legs rose up around me, embracing my sides, and with one push I was inside her.  The bed squeaked beneath us as I pounded into her again and again, and it felt like her tight pussy was sucking me back every time I started pulling out.  My lips met hers more than a few times, even though I tried to keep a distance by supporting myself on my arms.  Every time she reached her head up I found myself going halfway and kissing her back.  I guess I couldn’t just resist it.

I was able to last much longer this time, and I could tell she enjoyed it from the look of pleasure on her face and her soft, “Oh, yes, yes, keep going.”  Finally it seemed like her snatch was squeezing me tighter and tighter, practically spasming, and Michelle’s moans fell apart into a long, loud, sigh.  Knowing I’d just made her climax was good enough to trigger my own orgasm, and I thrust all the way into her while I squirted my cum deep inside her.  At the time I didn’t think about it… later, I worried, but decided she had to know about the risk for pregnancy and have taken precautions.

When we were done, I lay beside her, and she curled up next to me.  Tomorrow, I’d have to make sure we were on the same page, that this was just an incredible night, but not a regular thing.  At that moment, it was nice having somebody lying next to me, and I felt so peaceful that I drifted off.  Michelle might have been talking to me, but I couldn’t focus for long.

The next time I woke it was to a light so painful I was sure it was a surprise terrorist attack.  Nuclear as well as biological, judging by the way my head pounded and how nauseous I was feeling.  Then I realized it was just a hangover.  Michelle still slept beside me, her head under a pillow and her bare little ass exposed to the air.  I took a look, but at that moment it felt like an icepick had jabbed into my head, so I closed my eyes again.  I also really had to pee.  I slipped out of the bed, found my boxers, and tried to find the bathroom with my eyes reflexively shut to the narrowest of slits until the light stopped hurting. 

The bathroom door was closed, and as I grabbed the knob, I heard the sound of retching.  Beth was inside.  She looked up to me, her face red and her eyes bloodshot.  “You okay?” I asked. 

“Yeah,” she said.  “Thought I was going to throw up, but I don’t think I have anything left.”  She stood up, wobbled a bit, but managed to steady herself on the towel rack.  “You need it?”

“You got any aspirin?”

She pointed to a bottle, open, on the sink.  I took a few, washed it down from some water from the sink, cupped in my hands.  “Man, I really shouldn’t drink.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t fuck your cousin either.”

I winced.  “Don’t worry, I don’t think it’s going to happen again.”

She stared at me.  “Oh, fuck you.”

“What?”

“I knew you were just looking for some cheap hook-up.  If you were going to do that, you shouldn’t have led her on.  Or you could have let me win.”

“What?  I never led her on.”

“Michelle says you told her you loved her.”

“What?”  I thought back.  “She asked me if I wanted to do something… I said that I’d love to.”

“Well, she heard ‘I love you.’”

“That’s not my fault.  None of this was my fault, it just happened.”

“Oh, sure, go on, tell me you didn’t come up with that bullshit ‘Sudden Death Hotness Contest’ hoping something would happen.”

I ignored another stab of pain.  The guilt hurt more than the hangover.  “Maybe a little.  But I was just so depressed over Chelsea… I know it was wrong, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough.  You’re stuck now.  You should have just let me win the contest.  I don’t know if I would have fucked you, but I would have been willing to do some more fooling around, with no strings.  But it’s too late now… I’m not doing anything with my best friend’s boyfriend.”

“I’m not her boyfriend,” I insisted. 

“Michelle thinks you are.  And that means you are.”

I gulped.  “We can’t.  I’ll explain it to her.   Let her down easy.  We’d all been drinking.”

“You’d been drinking.  I’d been drinking.  She dumped her glass when she thought I wasn’t looking.”

“Then why would she…?”

“Apparently she’s kind of had a little crush on you for a couple years.”  She shrugged.  “Yeah, I don’t understand it either.”

I’d had no idea.  It was flattering, but it didn’t really change anything.  “Well, still, I’ll have to tell her this was a one-time thing.”  Two-time thing, now.

“Oh, no, you won’t.  Her last boyfriend dumped her right after they had sex.  She was wrecked.  And if you break her heart again, I don’t care if you’re my cousin or not, there’s going to be a whole new meaning to the words ‘sudden death’.”

It was bluster.  It had to be.  And yet, even if she didn’t mean it literally, she had a point, if Michelle read way more into this than I intended, it could be dangerous if I broke her heart.  Beth might not kill me, but what happened could get out, and that would almost be as bad.

I realized I’d have to play the part of a boyfriend for a while.  It wouldn’t be so bad.  We went to separate schools and lived a good distance apart, so we wouldn’t have to see each other all the time… mostly I’d just have to talk to her online, make her feel loved, and maybe arrange a few clandestine meetings.  Grudgingly I told Beth I’d pretend to date her for a while, and get her to break up with me.  She seemed at least a little satisfied with that.

So, I went back to where we were sleeping on the couch bed, put my arms around her, and woke her with a kiss.  It turned into more, but we didn’t have long… Beth’s parents called an hour later to say they were on their way back, and we scrambled to get the place cleaned up, leaving no evidence of what we’d done.

***
Epilogue:

I got in trouble for the Scotch, of course, but not much.  I told Uncle Harry and Aunt Ellie I’d started drinking after Beth and Michelle went to bed, and Beth didn’t look quite as much like death warmed over by that point, so they bought it that I’d downed the whole bottle.  The beers Dad promised me were retracted, and the money went to buying a new bottle for my Aunt and Uncle, and they weren’t too happy with me.  I doubted I’d be trusted to babysit for them ever again.

By the time I got home, there were already three Facebook messages from Michelle, asking how I was, when we could meet again, and she pounced me for a chat the moment I logged in too.  Some of it was starting to get real lovey-dovey sounding.  I tried to answer in kind but without getting over the top.  I’d only intended to pretend to be her boyfriend until either she realized that we could never work, or I could make her break up with me, so I didn’t want to lay it on too thick.
 
Michelle at least understood that we couldn’t date openly, but I had a car so we could arrange to meet and talk, make out, have sex, or all three, depending on the mood of the day.  If I was going to pretend to be her boyfriend, I decided I might as well enjoy some of the benefits.  We met Monday after school, with Beth as Michelle’s alibi, and in my car my cousin gave me a hickey that embarrassed me at first, but the next day gave me a little thrill when I noticed Chelsea quietly fuming after she saw it and realized what it was.

I didn’t count on falling for Michelle, but I did.  Within the first month, I realized that I was no longer pretending to be into her.  I guess part of it was that she really, really loves me.  With Chelsea, I don’t think she ever really did, even though I loved her, she just wanted a boyfriend in her life and I was the best choice at the time.  But Michelle loves me with her whole heart, it was hard not to love her in return.  Now I’m worried about the day she realizes we could never work, or that she figures out I’m not as great as she built me up to be… I don’t want to lose her anymore.

Sure, I’m a little embarrassed to be dating my cousin, and I live in constant fear that somebody will find out.  But as girlfriends go, I kind of lucked out.  Michelle is sweet, easy-going, and awfully pretty.  More than pretty, she’s also undeniably hot.

She won a contest, you know.

END

The End

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