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Hotness Contest*** Chapter One:It seemed like any other Wednesday, and I drove my girlfriend home fromClass. I would have liked to spend some time with Lisa, even justdoing boring things like shopping, but she’d told me at lunch that her Momwanted her home early that day to watch her little brother. I offered tohang 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 waschicken-shit of me, but when I told her something that was bound todisappoint her, I always liked to do it when I wouldn’t have to see herright after. That way she could be mad, but she wouldn’t be mad in myface, and by the next time we met, hopefully, she’d be over it. Sometimesit 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 becauseshe was on to my game, that she knew bad news was coming and was bracingherself for it. She kept her gaze towards the window and refused to meetmy eye. Whenever I looked in her direction, unless I looked in the mirror,mostly what I saw was her puffy, outrageously fake-blonde hair.I pulled up to her house and she finally turned towards me, her greeneyes hesitant under the eye shadow… even when she was gettingpreemptively mad at me, she was cute. But in a few minutes she’d be backin the house, and I’d risk having to tell her when she brought it up andI’d be stuck with her stewing in anger beside me.She opened her mouth… I thought it was to say “Goodbye,” or “I loveyou,” but I wanted to get it out, so I blurted out before she could sayanything. “Listen, about Saturday…””Saturday?” she asked.”Yeah, the party. I know you had your heart set on us going, but Ican’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, wentout and got drunk together and stayed at a hotel on somewhere approachingthis date. It had to do with some friend they all knew, who died when theywere teenagers, something about honoring his memory. I always figured itwas really just an excuse to get hammered once a year.I had no problems with that little tradition usually, it gave me sometime alone, which I could also use to go get drunk, or have my girlfriendover, or both, as had happened last year. That was the second time we hadactual sex. I pounded her tight pussy from behind on my bed and made herscream like a banshee. It was a good memory. This year I’d thought itwould have allowed us to stay out as long as we wanted, getting drunk andmaybe high… but things didn’t quite work out that way. My cousinsusually spent that annual night together, with a trusted babysitter… butthat babysitter’s appendix burst and was in the hospital. Arrangementswere already made for the day, and since it would be overnight, my Auntsand Uncle didn’t want to get somebody they didn’t all know and trust. Theywere on the verge of cancelling entirely, but my Mom volunteered me for thejob.The fact that it was going to be the same night as my buddy Eddie’shouse party didn’t persuade Mom to change her mind. I argued with them fora while, insisting they were old enough to go without babysitters, or theycould have separate babysitters, or one of them could just cancel theirstupid plans, but eventually they guilted me into it, and I agreed. My Dadpromised to buy me a six pack for the next weekend if I didn’t tell Mom. It was small consolation. I was only s*******n, so I couldn’t buy it formyself, but Eddie usually was able to get me whatever I needed. Still, itwas something.I began to explain the story to Lisa. “See, my cousins…””Ben, I think we need to break up,” she said suddenly, taking all thebreath out of me.I sat there stunned for a few seconds. We’d been going out for a yearand a few months. I thought everything was going fine. “What?” I finallymanaged. “Because I can’t go to the party?” If it was, I’d find a way togo, 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 beenstomped 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 ina relationship right now. I feel like we’ve been us for so long that Idon’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 issomething I need to do for me. But we can still try to be friends.” Shehad her hand on the door handle the whole time. Now she opened it, and gotout swiftly. “Goodbye.” She ran into her house. I guess she really hadlearned my trick. Enough to use it on me.I was a wreck the rest of that week. I thought I loved her, and to bediscarded so quickly hurt like hell. I won’t pretend I handled it well. Isent her about a thousand texts and e-mails and made a dozen calls. Mostof them went unanswered. She avoided me at Class the next two days, whichwasn’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 statusgo from “In a relationship” to “Single”. But that was nothing compared tothe 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 onSaturday, the guy I thought was one of my best friends. I’m not dumb. Iknew that probably meant she’d been with him for a while. Another flurryof angry but unanswered phone calls followed that night.By then it was Saturday, and I spent most of the day lying on my bed inmy room listening to angry music. I went back and forth between full ofrage and so depressed I could barely move. At one point my Dad came intomy room. “Listen, I know you’re hurting right now, but sooner or lateryou’re going to realize… life goes on. You’ll find some other girlwho’ll make you forget all about Lisa.”It was good advice, but I wasn’t in any mood to receive it. “ThanksDad,” 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 hisdrinking 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 sittingposition. “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. Hangingout with a couple little k**s will do me a world of good,” I saidsarcastically. I wasn’t being entirely fair, either. They were thirteen,so hardly k**s, even though they still looked the part last time I’d seenthem.Dad threw a smelly old shirt at me, hitting me in the face. “If you’dprefer 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 anemergency.”I sighed, but allowed myself to be persuaded to take a quick shower andget changed, and then I sat in the back seat, numb, as I rode over to myUncle’s place.*** Chapter Two:My Uncle lived in a nice two story house in a quiet neighborhood. I’dknown that place well… we usually came over here for Christmas, whichwas only a couple months away, and years ago when I’d still needed ababysitter I’d sometimes been sent here.They were running late for their reservations, at the restaurant thatwould kick off their ritual, so when we knocked at the door, everybody wasalready there, getting ready. My Uncle Harry, a tall, balding, ex-footballplayer who’s large build had started to become fat from years of neglectingexercise, 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 metight, pressing her breasts into my chest. In happier times, I might havebeen worried about an inappropriate boner, but I wasn’t really in a moodfor that. Aunt Ellie then said, “Thank you for doing this, Ben. We leftsome money with the girls to order something delivered, there’s enough foryou too and you can help yourself to anything in the fridge. If you needus, our cell numbers are posted there too, in case anything happens.”I nodded. “Have fun,” I said mechanically. They brushed past me to thedoor. Left in the foyer was my other aunt, Aunt Diane, and, sitting on thestairs to the upper floor, my two cousins. Although I’d seen my other Auntand Uncle a few times when they came to visit my parents, this was thefirst time I’d seen either of those three since last Christmas. Andthere’d been some significant changes in the last year, at least in onecase.Aunt Diane still looked much the same. She was petite, blonde, stilllooked like she was in her late twenties even though she was in herthirties, and if she wasn’t my dad’s little sister she’d be the number onewoman on my MILF list. Even as it was I’d had a few shameful masturbatorysessions involving her coming on to me because of her being so lonelywithout a man to take care of her. She smiled her tender little smile atme, 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 thataccentuated her slender form.Diane’s daughter, Michelle, also looked much the same as she did thelast time I saw her. She was maybe an inch taller, a little older, butstill looked much like a little girl. She was thin and didn’t seem to havemuch of a figure under her loose jeans and little Aeropostale shirt. Shewas really pretty, though. I knew one day she’d look as beautiful as hermother, 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 ofsmile as her mother, forming as our eyes met and I nodded to her. Aboutthe only thing keeping her from being a total drop-dead gorgeous stunnerwere her lack of an obvious figure, and the fact that her ears stuck outjust a little, and her eyes were set a little deeply, making her look alittle raccoon-like in certain lighting… but even these small flawsseemed to make her more endearing and approachable.My other cousin, Uncle Harry and Aunt Ellie’s daughter Beth had changeda lot in the last year, though. Last time I saw her, she was the sameheight as Michelle, just a little fatter, and with black hair and a bit ofa 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 animpressive size for her height and looking firm and round. Her hips wereprominent even in her clothes. She also dressed to accentuate her newfigure. Her jeans were tight and clung tightly to her ass, and her blacktop was cut low to display impressive cleavage whenever she bent forward.She was perhaps still approaching chubby, particularly in her round facewhich had apple cheeks, and pouty lips, but she was still incredibly cutelooking and with that body, I couldn’t help but stare. She seemed tonotice and grinned broadly and tossed her long black hair flirtatiously.I forced myself to look away, not wanting to appear like a perv, eventhough 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, andthen, directed more to her own daughter, “Be good.””We will, Mom.”A car horn from outside caused her to break off suddenly and make forthe 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,” Bethsaid 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 wereboobs.”So do you,” said Michelle. “How are things going?”I shrugged. I didn’t want to tell them my problems, figuring pity fromthirteen-year-olds would make me feel even more like a loser than I alreadydid. “They’re okay.” I took a deep breath. “Anyway, I know I’m supposedto be here as like a babysitter, but I don’t really think you guys needone, so I’m just going to sit on the couch and watch some TV and you guyscan 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,” Isaid, then headed for their living room. “I’m just going to veg. You guyshave fun.”Beth said, “Come on, Michelle, I want to show you something,” and theywent 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 goingover my failed relationship, trying to divine what might have gone wrongand when. It was no use to think that way, but I couldn’t stop myself fromdoing it, analyzing every moment when Lisa seemed mad at me orespecially friendly with Eddie.I heard my cousins playing music upstairs, and occasionally a thump ofsome 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 downagain. “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 reallyhungry. 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 nervouslysat 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 Ichanged my own relationship status. “Do you want to talk about it?””Not really,” I said curtly. “No offense. I’m trying not to thinkabout it.””Okay.”At that point, Beth walked back into the room, asking for what Michellewanted 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, “Getme 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’msure 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. Atleast she was trying. I didn’t feel any more like a loser, but her effortsdidn’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 getus?”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 fromher window, but decided to eat in their room. I picked a little at my foodbefore deciding to close the little container and put it aside and watchmore TV.As I flipped through the channels, I stopped at some kind of movie, ateen movie. It was in the middle, at some scene involving a house party. Apretty blonde was going up to the bedroom of the party’s host. I changedthe channel quickly.It was too late, the damage was done. I thought of Lisa, and Eddie,together at the party Eddie was holding that night. I had a very vividmental image of Lisa lying on top of him, bouncing up and down on hisdick, screaming out his name like she used to yell out mine, all as herboobs jiggled appealingly.It wouldn’t go away. Instead it got worse, embellished. I picturedthem in every possible position, sometimes laughing about me and howpathetic I was while they were fucking, how glad they were that they didn’thave to do it behind my back anymore.Finally, I could take no more. “Fuck it,” I muttered to myself, andlaunched myself off the couch and into the dining room area. I waspromised access to anything in the fridge, but what I was interested inwasn’t in the fridge. I remembered from the family parties in whichcabinet 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 aglass, 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 tohave 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 nextmorning I would probably feel even worse, but when I’ve had a few beers inme I don’t feel so bad, no matter what’s happening. Scotch was evenstronger. By the time I’d drained the glass about halfway, what Lisawas probably doing still hurt, but I could start to look on the brighterside and console myself… that meant I could fuck other girls too. Ibegan composing lists in my head, of girls I might try for back at Class.Sure, some of the people I thought of were unrealistic, but I had a goodchance of getting one of them, and there were always the slutty girls forsome no-strings-attached pain relief. I was even starting to get a littlehorny thinking about them.By the time I finished the glass I was feeling a little better, went tothe washroom, then decided I’d get some more. I’d just pulled the bottleback 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 wasnowhere to be seen. I smiled uncertainly at her. “I’m just having myselfa little drink.””That’s my Dad’s,” Beth said. “He’s going to know it’s gone, youknow…”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. Myparents knew I was depressed, so it was really their fault for making mecome 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,” shesaid. “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 cleavageright in view. “If you’re going to be taking the blame anyway, can I havesome?”I stared at her boobs for a few seconds, thinking it over. “You everdrunk 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 nowwore tight pink shorts that clung to her ass even more tightly than thejeans had. Her legs were pretty nice too. She looked back at me over hershoulder as she stepped on her tiptoes to retrieve a large plastic cup froma high shelf and said, “I should probably mix it with something too, soMichelle doesn’t know.””Sure.” I maneuvered myself behind her as she opened the fridge. Therewas a bottle of ginger ale, lying on its side, on the bottom shelf. Inorder to get it, she didn’t crouch as I might have, but just bent over atthe waist. Her ass strained against the pink fabric, and I could see thetop edge of her underwear creeping out. She was wearing a thong. A blackone. As she pulled at the bottle, she shifted her weight from one leg tothe other causing her ass to bounce a little… it was almost like she waswiggling 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, andso I decided right then. To hell with what was cool, to hell with fearsabout i****t. I wanted to try and fuck my cousin tonight.As she poured the ginger ale into her glass I tried to think about thebest way to accomplish this new goal. I had the desire, the intent, butnot the plan. See, I didn’t want to just fuck her and damn theconsequences. The thought of pulling down her shorts and thong, pullingdown my pants, and just plowing into her pussy over the kitchen table was awonderful mental image, but I didn’t think it would work even though I hada feeling she’d welcome it. If one thing went wrong, or I’d misinterpretedher signals, I’d be ostracized by my family, maybe even arrested. I wastoo chicken-shit to risk that. Conversely, I also didn’t want Beth tothink it would be a regular thing. She was fine in small doses, but Ialways got annoyed when I had to hang out with her for too long. I didn’tthink even being regular fuckbuddies, if I could pull it off, would counterthat.No, I had to think carefully, come up with a good way to do it, find away for her to come after me, if possible, just for tonight. I poured alittle of the scotch into her glass, half-full already of the ginger ale asI pondered.”Beth, I couldn’t get it working again,” Michelle said, coming around acorner 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 certainlycouldn’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 andMichelle 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 yourparents would never forgive me if you guys got alcohol poisoning orsomething.””Pfft, spoilsport,” Beth said, and got a glass for Michelle. I poured alittle in, less than I did in Beth’s. She was smaller, I reasoned, so shecould probably handle less.They both had a sip of their drinks, Beth a large one, Michelle a tinyone, and then she wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Try mixing it withsomething,” 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 answeredhonestly. “No, I just started. But I probably should have been.” I took aseat on one of the chairs and had another gulp of mine. “Then I wouldn’thave 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 placeto 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 andEddie were together before we broke up. “I know how you feel, this guy Iliked 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 whyI’m drinking tonight,” I said.They started to follow. “You shouldn’t be alone, you know,” Michellesaid. “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’tthink I’d have much chance to move on Beth. Better to get them distractedand 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 likebikini. “If it was nothing bad then why did you get banned?”Michelle sat down on the easy chair beside the couch. “It wasn’t foranything 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 Ithought it would increase my odds of seeing some action, but it wasprobably 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 onsomething to watch while I considered my plan to seduce my cousin. I hadto get them separated, that was the first thing. The second thing wouldbe, ideally, if I could trick her into coming on to me. Then she’d be lesslikely to tell, and it would be less likely for it to just go wrong if Iturned her down for it happening again.”This is boring,” Beth said after a few minutes. “Nothing’s on. Weshould 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 adowner. “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’sprobably not a good idea anyway. Guy like me, been drinking, with twopretty girls, truth or dare… not a safe combination.” I said it as ajoke, but it was a joke with a goal, to give Beth the idea that I wasthinking along those lines, that I considered her a pretty girl and mightbe willing to do something with her, if circumstances were right.She seemed to get the hint and turned towards me with a half-smile. “Ohreally?” 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 Bencan 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 thanI’d given her credit for.”It’s a simple question, really. Which one of us do you think ishotter?”*** Chapter Four:I was about to answer, “Beth, of course”, but I wanted to make a show oflooking them both over, and as I looked at Michelle her head was downtowards her drink… but her eyes were on me. I got the impression shewas afraid of what I’d say or trying to mentally beg me not to let ataşehir escort her downand 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 prettyhot.””Oh, come on, Ben, don’t be a pussy,” Beth said. “You can answer, we’renot going to get offended.”Beth might not, but I had a sudden flash of empathy. Michelle and Bethwere friends, but Michelle was obviously not as developed. She probablywas now used to Beth being thought of as the hot one and getting all theattention. And though I liked them both enough not to want to hurt theirfeelings, I was always a little friendlier with Michelle. As I was tryingto figure out a way to be diplomatic, I had an inspiration. “No, I reallycan’t,” I said. “You see, if you asked who was cuter, I could answer. Ifyou 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’dwant to hug tight, maybe cuddle up to. And beautiful, well, that’s thequality that makes you just want to stare, that makes your heart beat alittle faster.” I’d used a similar speech long ago, on Lisa, although inher case I told her she won in both categories. Here, I had a differentplan. “Now, both of you are both cute and beautiful. But Beth wins oncute, 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 ofmy plan. I wasn’t lying by any means… Michelle had a more beautifulface, 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 tohotness. “Hotness, now that’s something different. The essence of hotnessisn’t in how you look, it’s in how you act, how you move, what you’rewilling to do. I can’t judge hotness just by looking at someone. Theyhave 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 inreality. Beth saved me from trying to reword it. “He means he wants us todance, to show him how hot we are.” It wasn’t exactly what I meant, but Iwas willing to take it.Beth stood up, and pulled a very hesitant Michelle to her feet by herhands. Then, to grab the remote control, she bent over to the coffeetable, giving me once again a nice shot down her top, where I could seeright down between her boobs and if not for her bra I could have seennipples, 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 meantto do just that, confident, smooth, and she wasn’t afraid to shake her assin my direction when she wasn’t swaying it from side to side. Michelle onthe 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?” Bethasked. She seemed to already know the answer.I had to think of something quick. If it was close, I might have beenable to bluff it, but Michelle seemed way too self-conscious about herselfto do even a halfway decent job. Maybe if her cousin wasn’t there, clearlyoutshining her, she could have been more open, but…I had it, then, another flash of inspiration. “See, this isn’t really afair test,” I said. “Cause you may be making Michelle selfconscious. Justbecause someone’s a little shy, doesn’t mean they’re not going to be hotterwhen the time comes. No, if you really want me to answer, we’d have tomake 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 fiveminute turns. We go back and forth until we have a winner. Each turn isin private, though. When it’s not your turn, you go somewhere else. Whenit is your turn, the game’s simple… be as hot as you can. In those fiveminutes, you have to be at least as hot as the last person was, and thenyou can set the bar higher if you want. I judge, but I’m not allowed tosay what anybody has done for their turn, not ever. Swear to God. All Ican say is whether you’ve beat the last turn or not. The first time one ofyou doesn’t manage to be hotter than the last round, they’ve lost.” In myslightly tipsy state, it seemed brilliant. They wouldn’t be competing witheach other, they’d be competing with what they thought the other might bedoing. I’d get alone time with Beth, at the very least, and she mightdecide to make the first move on me. I’d probably have to lie and letMichelle 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 dothat too. It was brilliant.If it worked.I could see them considering it, exchanging glances with each other, butI couldn’t be sure which way they were leaning. “I don’t know if we shouldtrust you…” Beth said.”Hey, I’m your cousin. Of course you can trust me. And besides, therules state I have to sit in a chair and not move unless you ask me to,” Imade it up to try to put them at ease a little. “If you don’t want to doit, I don’t really care, you guys are the ones who wanted to know who washotter, 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 watchingshitty 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 tobe 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 ifyou just dance, that’s fine. But the Sudden Death Hotness Contest Rulesmake 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 shesaid, “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 torefuse, but she said, “Fine, whatever.”*** Chapter Five:We decided to use Beth’s parents’ room for the contest. I insisted itneeded to be a room with a lock, to prevent surprise spying… but mostlybecause, if something started to happen with Beth, I didn’t want Michellebursting in.A coin toss decided who would go first, and it was Michelle. That wasjust as well. She didn’t have to beat anybody by going first, she just hadto set the bar for Beth. I didn’t expect it to be very high. Beth wentoff to her room, I locked the door, settled on the chair we’d set up, andchecked the time on the clock by the bed. Five minutes until I had myfirst shot at Beth. “Okay, you can start now.”She stood a few feet away from me, arms crossed over her stomach. “Idon’t know what I’m supposed to do,” she said softly.”Whatever you want,” I said. “We could just stand here staring at eachother 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 thetruth 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 firstplace if you weren’t pretty. He probably just told you otherwiseafterwards to hurt you. Guys can be dicks.””Girls can be bitches, too. You didn’t deserve what that Lisa did toyou.”Mentioning Lisa at all was a sure way to bring my mood down, but Iknew she meant well so I tried not to grimace. “Thanks.””Thanks for saying I was beautiful, even if you were just making it upto be nice.” She still wouldn’t meet my eye.”Look at me,” I said. Her blue eyes locked on mine. “I wasn’t makingit up. You’re beautiful. Anyone who tells you differently doesn’t knowwhat they’re talking about. And I promise you, you could win this contestif you wanted to. If you want to let Beth win you can, but don’t tell meyou 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 asanything.”She took a deep breath, then turned her back to me, selected a song fromthe MP3 player we brought for the contest. As the music of Britney Spearsstarted 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 muchconfidence in herself. It was as though she was copying dance moves shesaw others doing, and without much style, rather than letting the musicmove her. She did better than I could have done in her situation, but as aspectator, I knew something was lacking.Mostly, in fact, it actually looked cute… she was obviously trying sohard I just wanted to hug her and tell her she was doing great, even thoughshe wasn’t. But cute is a far cry from hot. Still, when she swayed herhips from side to side it was at least a little bit hot and about halfwaythrough the song I caught my eyes following it like I was hypnotized, eventhough 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 betBeth’s going to do better.””Even if she does, you’ll get at least one more turn to do even betterthan that.” I’d probably let her win the next round, too. “Can I give yousome advice?”She nodded eagerly. “Of course. I trust your opinion.””You need more confidence in yourself. How are you going to convincesomeone 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, youdon’t look as hot. I don’t know, maybe it would help if you just pretendedyou 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’rewatching me, judging.””Well, there’s always the old advice of picturing your audience in theirunderwear.” She laughed at that, and I smiled. “But try to loosen up, havefun. 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 SixMichelle rolled her eyes, but went to unlock and open the door. Bethwas grinning on the other side. Michelle brushed past her, giving me onelast look over her shoulder. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I heardwhen she was out of my sight, in the hallway.”That’s the whole point, isn’t it?” Beth said with false sweetness. Ismiled, and then Beth closed the door and locked it. She walked slowly infront of me, swinging her hips a little with each step as though trying toprove that just by walking she was hotter than Michelle. I wasn’t about tolet 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, shedidn’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 passableimitation 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 theother four minutes, after I beat her. But I’d better get started.” Sheheld something loosely in her hand. With an off-handed gesture, she tossedit on the floor. “Oh, look,” she said. “I must have dropped my hairtie. Ishould pick it up.” She flashed me a grin, then turned and bent down topick it up, from the waist, leaving her ass bobbing in the air and hershorts trying to climb up to the tops of her legs. She swayed it back andforth, almost like an invitation as she slowly retrieved her hairtie. Shemust 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 doingit. Then, finally, she pulled up, and swept back her hair into the tie, andbegan her dance.As much as her bending over was appreciated, the tie was probably amistake, as her dark hair flying around probably would have been sexierthan having it tied back behind her. That was about the only flaw to herperformance. She ran her hands sensuously up her sides and to her breasts,squeezing them ever-so-slightly, and her hips were in constant motion tothe 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’twant to tell her right away.I finally cracked after about the first minute, when she broke out herpop, lock ,and drop moves. She thrust her ass behind her, shook it alittle while she leaned far forward, then dropped down in a quick squat androse again. “Okay, I think you’re officially hotter than Michelle’s lastturn,” I said. “Anything you do from this point on is setting the barhigher.””Hmm,” she asked, as though to the air. “So what should I do to set thebar?”I wanted to suggest something, but I got a little worried. Sure, shewas being flirty, but if I suggested she take her top off, she might freakout. On the other hand, if I just let her keep moving forward a step at atime, and all I did was watch, she’d have no one to blame for anything thathappened but herself. So, I shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll think ofsomething.”She danced again, to a new song, hands on her gyrating hips, and withquick, slight movements began pulling her shirt up and her shorts down. Myeyes strayed to her belly, and I’m pretty sure she caught me looking, forit wasn’t long before she abandoned the subtle movements and just pulledher shirt up over her navel.Beth looked a little chubby, but her body didn’t give much evidence ofit. 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 comparisonto her hips it still looked appealing. Her face and butt looked a littleplump, but the latter at least was a good thing, and the belly lookedpretty nice, especially without clothes… it was almost flat, with just alittle 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 evenmore, but instead, she just tied her shirt up so that it would stay, justbelow her breasts, and then went back to dancing, shaking her rear and herbreasts regularly, aware they were her best assets. As the new song wasapproaching its end, she dipped her right hand underneath the shorts andcame up with the side of her thong, pulled up over her short band, a littletease at what lie underneath. “Nice,” I said. “Don’t see many girls yourage wearing thongs.” I didn’t actually know whether they did or not, but Icertainly 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 itlooks like your time for this round is just about up.She pouted a little, then, as she untied her shirt and let it fall overher 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 Ithink you’ve got a pretty good chance.”She started towards the door, and then stopped, smiled a little, andturned towards me and pulled her top up, over her boobs. Underneath shewore a bra, black, with a little lace around the cleavage area. Shecertainly had nice tits, especially for a thirteen-year-old. I couldn’thelp 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 theround was over… but I appreciate the effort. I think you have a bettershot 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’stime… which I guessed meant she still wasn’t too eager about the wholecontest. I was committed to let her win this round regardless of whathappened… I might only need one more turn from Beth to, if not seal thedeal, at least get her to do enough that I could talk her into meeting melater 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 neithergirl could see what the other did during the contest, I had a lot of leewayto play around. Even if they compared notes later, they’d always have alittle bit of doubt that one girl really did less or more than the otherand just lied about it. But if Michelle was even less hot than she waslast time, then she would have to know that she lost. I needed to spur herto 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’tstarted 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’tso shy, I’m sure you could let loose and be incredibly hot.” She didn’tanswer right away, so I continued, “But you don’t have to dance. It’s nota dancing contest, there are lots of ways to be hot. If you can’t convinceyourself that you can beat Beth at dancing, even though I totally think youcould, you can always try something else.””Like what?””I don’t know,” I said. “You could do sexy poses, or a catwalk like amodel. You look more like you could be a model than Beth does.””Yeah, right,” she said, sarcastically as she blushed. My heart melteda little. I kind of like how she reacted to compliments. Whenever Icomplimented Beth she just gave me a grin like she was saying “I alreadyknow, but it’s still nice to hear.” Michelle really seemed to be surprisedand embarrassed at positive attention, like she couldn’t believe it wasserious, and it was so adorable.”It’s true,” I said. “Or, I don’t know, you could talk dirty if youwanted, 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 youmust have noticed guys staring at you before. Just think back to what youwere doing then, and do that.” She seemed to think about it for a while. Ichecked 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 asthough 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 amyour cousin, I know you probably don’t want me seeing you like that. Butyou could show off your tummy or your legs or something… there’s areason guys stare at girls in skimpy clothing, even when nothing bad isshowing… because it’s hot.””You know, there is one thing I do at Class that sometimes guys stareat 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 appreciatinghotness,” I joked. It got a smile out of her at least. “Gymnastics arepretty hot. I bet you’d look hot in gymnastic poses.”I was right. She probably would have looked even hotter if she woretights or something, instead of loose jeans and a baggy shirt, but as itwas, I had no complaints. As it turned out, I didn’t have to lie to lether win, she won the round on her own, with the poses she took over thenext few minutes.Sometimes I wondered why Classs let girls do gymnastics. It waspractically inviting guys to imagine them putting that flexibility to usein the bedroom. Even looking as young as she did, I had a few thoughtslike that as she spent the next few minutes stretching and contorting indifferent ways.She started with something she called a bridge, where she fell backwardsand landed on her hands, arching her back in the air. As you might expectfrom the name, she became like a bridge… and her crotch was pointeddirectly at me. Unlike with Beth, it didn’t seem like a deliberateprovocation, but an innocent pose that happened to inspire naughty thoughtsin 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 asher chest was aiming in my eye line. She didn’t have much of a chest, butthe 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 aglimpse at her belly before she flipped back on her feet.Next, she stood and did something called a scorpion, where she pulled upher leg behind her so that her foot was near her head. If only she wore askirt. After her foot dropped back to the ground, she turned back to meand bent forwards as she widened her stance until her feet were plantedwide apart, to a distance that would have made me hurt if I even imaginedmyself trying it. “Definitely getting hotter,” I said.”Want to see me do the splits?” she asked suddenly. “That always seemsto 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 insteadof moving her legs apart side to side, she moved one leg forward and theother back. As she approached the ground, she winced a bit and said, “I’mnot sure I can do it in these pants.”I wanted to suggest, “Take them off.” I almost did, but she keptlowering. Finally, her crotch touched the floor. I imagined myselfunderneath her in that position, then shifted my legs to cover theerection. “You’ve definitely gotten hotter than Beth was last round,” Isaid, truthfully, then looked over at the time. “Looks like you’ve onlygot about a minute if you want to set the bar any higher. You might havetime for one more pose.”She looked at the clock, then got to her feet, and bit her lip. “Yousaid showing skin would be hot, right?” I nodded. She closed her eyes, andthen slowly pulled up her shirt. I almost lost my breath, thinking she wasgoing 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 thanBeth… it seemed much tighter and firmer, and the hint of her hipssuggested 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 whereMichelle might go next… then of course, I remembered that whereverMichelle went, Beth was liable to go further and faster. At that moment, Ibegan to wonder at the possibility of somehow getting with both of them. It seemed impossible but… if I could keep the contest going, who knewwhat they’d do to outdo the other? I was still more interested in fuckingBeth, but Michelle no longer seemed the little girl cousin that I justdidn’t have thoughts about. I shook my head softly to myself, trying tobanish the thought. Michelle might be hotter than I’d thought, but I stilldidn’t think she’d be willing to go very far.*** Chapter Eight:”You’re not waiting out here are you?” Michelle asked when she openedthe door. “Cause we agreed no listening.””Of course not,” Beth insisted. “I was in my room, looking through mycloset.” 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. Herfist was curled up, and there was something in it, something small and madeof stretchy fabric.”Nothing,” Beth said with an unconvincing innocent smile. “Just alittle 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 squeezedit 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. Idon’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 afew clothes, too. But right now it’s my turn, so run along.”Michelle looked back, gave a soft “Hmph” sound, and then walked down thehall. Beth closed the door behind her, locked it, and then turned back tome. She lifted her arm above her head and let the bikini top dangle fromit. “So, do you want to see what I look like in this?””Hell yeah,” I said. I probably agreed a little too eagerly there tocontinue with my plan of letting her make the moves, but it was too good torisk passing up. Beth turned her back to me, and pulled off her topcompletely. Underneath she wore only her black bra. With a quick motion,she reached behind herself and pulled the strap open, then let it fall overher shoulders. Now she was nude from the waist up, only tragically facingaway. I decided to take another risk. “You know, if you really wanted towin, you don’t actually HAVE to turn away while changing.”She glanced at me over her shoulder, and then spun suddenly. My eyeswidened, but, to my disappointment, she was covering her breasts with herhands. Still, it was a step in the right direction. I was almost sure Icould making something happen with her if I had enough time. “So you thinkI would win this contest if I took my hands away?” she asked. She pressedher hands up against her tits, deforming them into nice soft circles. Hermiddle fingers must have been touching her nipples. I tried to picturethem. Would they be erect? Pink? Brown? Ghost nipples that just blendedwith the boobs perfectly?”You might win, yeah. Can’t say for sure.” I grinned. “You’d certainlywin this round.”She hummed to herself like she was considering it, but then turned herback pendik escort to me. As she bent down to grab the bikini top again, I saw a briefglimpse of bare side-boob, but it was too quick to really appreciate asanything more than a tease. She approached while holding thegreen-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 thetop away. But I did it up, my fingers fumbling with the strings. I wasn’tgreat with knots at the best of times, and being a little drunk didn’t helpmatters… 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 workand found it acceptable, and then turned towards me, hands on her hips, andshifted 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 myhands around, and barely contained by the fabric. They also looked likethey had quite a healthy bounce to them… and she put a bounce into herstep, as well, so there was a lot of bouncing.After letting me get a good look, she put more music on and began todance again for the next minute or two. Beth was skilled at keeping thefocus 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 popout of the bikini top, but they remained stubbornly in place.Suddenly, Beth’s hands strayed to her shorts. “I haven’t beat Michelleyet?” she asked. “You know, I’m starting to think you’re letting her winjust so I’ll do even more…”Even though I hadn’t yet done that, she caught a little too close to myplan. I chuckled in embarrassment and said, “Would I do that? I thinkyou’re just not giving her enough credit.” My eyes were still locked on hercrotch though, where her hands made a v-shape on her shorts. The topbutton was undone, but nothing showed.She shook her head. “We’re best friends… I told you, she doesn’t dosexy. It makes her uncomfortable to try, even if she’s already…” Shestopped abruptly.”Already what?” Had sex? Little Michelle? It was a surprise, if I wasfinishing 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 thebeach.” Maybe I’d guessed wrong. “So this had better get me to the nextround.” She put her legs together and pulled down on her shorts, revealingthe 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 wantto win?””I’m not telling you to do anything,” I said defensively. “But thehotter you get, the less chance Michelle has of beating you. Especially ifshe’s as shy as you think.”She thought about it for a moment, and pulled her shorts back up. “Howmuch 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 itgood.” Her hands went up to the little triangles of fabric covering notmuch of her breasts. My cock got hard in anticipation. Beth looked bothways as though worried somebody else might see, and then pulled the top upto her collarbone.The breasts looked wonderful bare… they somehow looked even largerthat way, and held a perfect shape without much sag, even unsupported. Each was crested with a light brown circle. The areola was a little biggerthan I expected, but not enough to be gross. The nipples themselves wereslightly lighter, closer to her skin tone, and they visibly protruded alittle. “Whoah,” I said.”No way Michelle’s going to beat this, no matter how much she wants towin.” I was worried she might be right, but I really wanted to squeezeanother round out of the competition…. And that wasn’t the only thing Iwanted to squeeze right then.She pulled the top back down and took a second to re-set her boobsinside them, then went to the door. “Michelle, get in here so you canlose,” she yelled.*** Chapter Nine:When Michelle came into view, I saw that she’d gone through somewardrobe changes of her own in the last few minutes. Gone were the t-shirtand loose jeans. Now, she wore a tight white top that left her shouldersbare and a bra strap showing underneath a thin shirt strap. The top clungto 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 madea dramatic improvement. Michelle didn’t possess the same inyourfacesexuality that Beth did, but there was something incredibly hot about herstarting to show herself off, too. For a split second she looked pleasedand confident, too.Then she looked at Beth’s bikini top, her boobs on display andoutshining 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 andwent back to looking cute. Sensing it, Beth grinned and walked out. “Seeyou 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 newoutfit,” 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 notas 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 beginsnow.””What’s the use?” she asked. “I know she’s going to win. I don’t knowwhy I even bother. I can’t compete.””Sure you can. You thought that last turn, and then you did gymnasticsand you beat her easily.” My eyes strayed down to her skirt as I lookedover her thin legs. It didn’t look like there was any excess fat on themthan was necessary to keep her from looking like she was anorexic. Theyalso 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 breathinvoluntarily, then relaxed. It was shorts. Tight shorts that flatteredher little ass, but shorts nonetheless. “That may not be quite enough todo 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. “AllI’m saying is that it would be hotter. I wouldn’t be seeing anything morethan 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 legsright now. I’ve practically seen you in a bikini.” But then, Bethmentioned 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 handsout 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 evenprefer 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 bigboobs. Lisa had a nice pair of big titties (and I mentally flinched atthe memory and the thought of Eddie feeling them up right this second). But small boobs had their own allure, and looking at Michelle’s, undercover of the little top and bra, I actually wanted to see them more than Iwanted to see Beth’s again. “I’m telling you, Michelle. Boobs aren’teverything. Sure, the curvy, big-tit body type is nice, but it’s also damnhot 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 alwaysliked you better, ever since we were k**s.””Really?”I nodded. That wasn’t just to make her feel better, it was absolutelytrue. Beth had mellowed out in recent years, but as a k**, she alwaysseemed a little stuck up and bratty. On occasions when I was stuck withthe two of them, she was bossy, demanding we play games her way or do whatshe wanted to do. Michelle on the other hand, was quiet and much morelaid-back. When we were younger and being babysat together, she’d even sitbeside me while I used the computer or watched TV, letting me do what Iwanted to and just making a suggestion now and then. If I had a choice tohang out with one of them, socially, with no chance of messing around, I’dalmost certainly choose Michelle… but the two usually came as a pair.Usually, but not always. I remembered suddenly the time we went campingone summer about three years back, all our families together. None of usk**s really wanted to be there. My Dad enforced a ‘back to basics’ rulefor our branch of the family, no cell phone or computer or anything otherthan 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 tothe campground. I was jealous of the amenities, showers, fridge, airconditioning, satellite dish. Dad, stubbornly trying to enforce his rule,forbade me and Mom from spending time inside of it except he let my mothershower there.We chose a bad time of the season to camp out. It was too cold to goswimming, 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 androasting marshmallows, but whenever we did anything outside, Beth whinedabout the bugs or the temperature and found an excuse to retreat to thesafety of the RV. She spent most of that week inside, watching TV, andcomplaining. Michelle could have done the same but she spent a surprisingamount of time following me around, too. At first I found it annoying, shewas only ten and I was f******n, so she seemed hopelessly immature and Ialmost would have rather been alone. But at least she was willing to playcards with me, or tell me jokes, and I found an interesting way to keepfrom being bored was to try to entertain her. I used to make up elaboratestories to amuse her, new ones every day… a lot of were them rip-offs ofmovie 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 endof one of the stories and we played road games, too. I hadn’t thought muchof that summer in a while, but when I did it still made me smile. It waslike 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 Lisa,” I lied. Bad move. Now Ireally was thinking about her. A stab of heartache made it through theslight buzzed feeling I’d been protecting myself with for the last hour ortwo.”You’ll find somebody better than her.”I smiled weakly. “Thanks. If I’m really lucky I’ll find somebody likeyou,” I said offhandedly.She turned away from me. “I guess I should do this,” she said. “OrBeth’s going to win.””That’s the spirit.”She stared at the bedside clock a moment, then took a breath. Shefiddled with something under her skirt, and to my surprise, started toslide her shorts down. Once they were down to just below skirt level, shehad to stop, her arms made a rapid movement… I think she had to pull herpanties back up after they slipped down with her shorts. I wished she’dbeen facing me at the time. From behind, the skirt still covered her asscompletely, but on the other side… I could just imagine getting aglimpse of her little pussy… even if accidental, that would have won onhotness. When the shorts hit the floor, she stepped away from them.She started to quickly do a few gymnastics moves again… but I stilldidn’t see much. She still seemed pretty shy about showing her underwear,but her gymnastics were all the hotter for that. Watching her, knowingthat I could see her underwear at any time was much more alluring than herdoing the same poses in jeans. I first saw a flash of panties, white muchlike her shirt, when she did an attempted handstand after the bridge. Itwas 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 herchest, and I saw her underwear clinging to her ass. It was only for asecond, but a beautiful second before she, red-faced, got on her feet againto try another, less provocative move.The hottest moment was when, after doing a sideways split, instead ofstanding up directly, she sat on the ground and pulled her legs out infront of her, bent, and leaned back towards the bed, resting on herhands… it wasn’t a move, it seemed like she was just taking a second’sbreak 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 backor spread her legs any more, her panties would have been visible under theskirt. I so wanted her to, and just for an instant they did, before sheleaned forward again. Still, it wasn’t as hot as Beth flashing me. Timewas winding down, and I thought it was as good as I was going to get, so Iprepared 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 oftime.””Yes,” I agreed.She took a deep breath, grabbed her skirt with both hands, and liftedit. This was no one second glimpse, I could stare at it for severalseconds. Her legs seemed to be shaking, but still I got a good look atthose 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 betweenher cheeks. “Wow,” I said. “That’s pretty hot.” I couldn’t resist onemore try. “If you pulled up your shirt I think it would put you over thetop.”She let go and the skirt fell back over herself. “Promise you won’tmake fun of me?””I promise. I’d never do that.”She pulled her top, over her belly, like before, but then she kept goinguntil 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 betterbody than I thought.”There was no nudity. In some people’s eyes, I’d done what I planned andcheated Beth out of a victory. Bare tits and panties should beat bra andpanties. But somehow, it seemed to mean more with Michelle. Beth actedlike it wasn’t really a big deal to flash her boobs at me, like it was alaugh, 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 washarder for her, she was clearly shy and self-conscious, but she did itanyway. That made it hotter for me. I say she won that round fairly, butonly 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 wasno evidence of what she’d done other than the outfit itself and the factthat Beth hadn’t been declared the winner. “I sense a rat here,” she saidto me once she’d closed the door. “There’s no way she showed you herboobs.” She still wore her bikini top and short shorts.”I can’t say what she did,” I reminded her, eyes on her chest. “Justbecause you did something and she beat you doesn’t mean she did the samething. It just means she did something that I thought was more hot.” Sheshook her head and it looked like she was going to argue some more, so Isaid “Your time starts now, by the way.””So what is it that makes you hot, Ben?” she asked, and suddenly, sheexposed her boobs again, and wiggled her hips so they jiggled. “I mean, ifthis 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, thenbend forward and slowly began to pull the shorts down. I was semi-hardalready, but it became almost full force when her ass cheeks sprang out oftheir confinement, with only a thin string of fabric running down thecenter of the ass. The best part was lower, where the fabric widened outagain, covering her pussy, but not leaving too much of its shape to theimagination.I wanted to get out of the chair and grab her, but I’d promised notouching. She might have felt safe with me. “Yeah, that is pretty hot,” Isaid as she shook it towards me.”Hotter than Michelle’s ass?”I was going to say yes, but caught myself. That would be admitting sheshowed it. “What makes you think she showed that?””She had a skirt on, and she had to have shown something. And I know itwasn’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 whatyou show. Sometimes you can be hot without showing anything. Even justtalking can do it, if it’s the right kind of talk.” I wanted to divert herfrom thinking that Michelle must have showed something. Partly to protecther, and also because it might cause Beth to get more daring in other areasto 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 aguy?” I was curious. I knew she had to have done something… if shedidn’t go all the way, she probably at least blew a guy, those lips wouldhave gotten any guy to think about oral sex, and some of them must havesuggested it, and the way Beth was flirty, I’d put odds on she accepted oneof those offers.To my surprise, what she said was, “I gave a guy a lapdance, once.” Hereyebrows 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 opportunitywhen I saw one. “It depends on how hot it is. If it’s hot enough, itmight be a pretty high bar to set.”She bent down again to turn on some music, and then took a few stepstowards my chair, putting one foot almost directly in front of the other soher 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 besqueezed. 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. “Notouching. At least, not unless I say you can.” I could live with that. Idon’t think she would have added that last bit if she didn’t intend onsaying it eventually. I didn’t want to screw it up by touching before mytime, so I put my hands behind the chair, behind my back.She blew Michelle away in the first few seconds of the dance. Themoment she straddled across my legs I had a raging boner, and I could wasclose enough to smell her boobs as they waved in my face. It was sort oflike sweat, but the best sweat I’d ever smelled. I didn’t touch her, buther boobs touched my face a few times during the dance, as thoughaccidentally, although she might have done it on purpose, too. Whilemoving 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 pullinglightly 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 ofher thong. I thought I was about to lose it.Immediately after that display, Beth lowered herself down so she waspractically sitting on my lap and my rigid dick poked into the junction ofone leg and the ass. “What’s this?” she asked playfully. “I think it’sevidence that I’m pretty hot.””Yeah,” I said, practically holding my breath so that I wouldn’t getover stimulated. “You’re officially safe this round.””Oh, good,” she said. “I was afraid I was going to have to turn thisinto 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. “Butteasing’s hot too, isn’t it?”Not as hot as actually fucking doing something. “You can still set thebar 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 makesure…” She got off me, then turned around, and backed up, putting herthongcovered ass almost directly over my crotch. She whipped it up anddown, like she was dancing again, forcing my erection down with it. Iwinced at the contact, maybe a little painful but enough pleasure that Ididn’t care. “That’s a pretty hot ass,” I said.”I know.” She stepped forward a bit then her hands went to the strap ofher thong. Ever so slowly, she began pulling it back, until finally shewas technically mooning me. It wasn’t as impressive as as it should havebeen… with a thong you’ve already practically seen the ass even whenit’s not down, but I was glad for it anyway. Then, she did what I kepthoping she would… she kept lowering it past the ass. It cleared thebottom of her legs, and I was looking right at her pussy from behind, Icould see the plump lips and the pink in the middle. Wetness glistened offthe pink. My hands came out from behind the chair, ready to dosomething… my dick was crying out for attention, but I wasn’t sure if Iwas going to take it out and stroke it or push it inside her whether sheasked or not.Before I could, she spoke. “I think my time’s up.” She straightened andstarted walking towards her shorts.I groaned as she began to dress again, so she would leave in the samestate of dress as she entered and not give Michelle any clues about whather turn had consisted of. “Yeah, I guess it is.” I needed one more turnwith her. One more would be all it took.*** Chapter Eleven:I needed to take a break before Michelle started her turn… there weretwo reasons for this. Firstly, I needed to try to think of a way topersuade her to do something more than she already had done. I had a senseI was just about at her limit, but if I let her go a round without takinganother step, even a small one, she might announce that she lost when Bethcame for her turn. The second and more pressing reason was my raginghard-on. I needed time to calm down. So, I told Beth and Michelle that Ineeded a few minutes.First, I went to Beth’s parents’ washroom, splashed some cool water onmy face, and took breaths until I was only semi-hard. I hadn’t managed tothink of anything, but at least I was able to tuck my dick in the waistbandof my boxers so it didn’t make as much of a bulge… my tshirt covered itwell. Then, passing Michelle in the hall, I went to the kitchen to getanother drink. The bottle looked noticeably less full than the last time Ilooked at it, but I didn’t give it much thought, I was still worried aboutthe Michelle problem. By the time I finished another glass, I still had nosolution… my mind kept flashing back to the sight of Beth’s pussy, andthose thoughts were beginning to reawaken my erection.Finally, I didn’t think I could stall any longer and went back to theroom, 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 sothere wasn’t any visible bulge. “Time begins now.” I still hadn’t come upwith a plan, so I just hoped she’d already thought of something she waswilling 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 timearound. She almost didn’t manage to raise the bar.” The lie came prettyeasily.She took a breath. “Uh, there’s one thing I was thinking of doing. Butit 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 asensitive spot.She wouldn’t meet my eye as she told me, instead looked at the clock bythe 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 onthe 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. Sheseemed to be shaking a little in nervousness, but other than that there wasnothing awkward about the kiss, she knew just how to do it, probably fromher 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 hersoft 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 madein fighting down my erection. She tasted faintly like mint, as thoughshe’d just brushed her teeth or had some mouthwash, and I was a littleself-conscious of my own breath… I guess it probably tasted a littlelike Scotch, since I’d just been drinking some.”Umm,” was all I said when we parted. It was all I could say. My headwas swimming. I’d never imagined she was such a good kisser.”Wait, I can do better.” This time, she folded her skirt under her andsat on my legs. Not, thankfully, on my erection, but awful close. Sheleaned 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 boxersover my dick, then tuck the underwear under my balls. I’d never heard anycomplaints about my size from Lisa, it was about seven inches at itshardest… and it felt like it must have expanded another inch just fromthe 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 herknees so her head was almost level with it and reached out… when her armwas halfway towards it, she looked into my eyes, silently asking forapproval. I nodded, and her fingers closed over it.She held it lightly, which I thought was lucky, I worried if shesqueezed 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 saidit though, there was no bravado in her voice, or even flirtiness. It waslike she was tuzla escort just stating a fact. She knew she could win, if she wantedto. “Do you want me to win this contest?””God, yes.” I suppose as a judge I should have been impartial. Thatadmission would likely get me banned from judging Sudden Death HotnessContests in the future, if I hadn’t just made up the idea that night. Itwas the truth, though. At that moment, I wanted her to win. “I wasrooting for you to win all along.”That was all it took. Her mouth enveloped my prick and closed over itmaking a seal. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as I just enjoyedthe sensation of her mouth going about halfway down, and her tongue teasingthe underside of my dick. She was good at it, and didn’t hesitate atall… it either wasn’t her first time, or she was some kind of natural. Iwas 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 toexplode so soon. I thought of math equations, I prayed, thought aboutbaseball. What did it was a stray thought, the hope that the alcohol wouldmake me last longer, as it sometimes did when I was with Lisa. That gotme thinking about her, my ex, how she’d never suck my cock again, how she’dbe sucking off Eddie instead. In the midst of the wonder that washappening in my lap, it was still a depressing thought, and I lost the urgeto 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 effortsbegan to push them into insignificance. After a certain point, the mindloses control of the dick and it doesn’t matter what else is going on inyour life, a girl sucking it is a girl sucking it, and my cousin was a verypretty 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 ofher mouth and grinned up at me, taking some pleasure in my obviousdisappointment. “Just a second,” I called out, loud enough for Beth tohear it, while I put myself back in my boxers.Michelle stood, then bent forward again, enough to put her head rightbeside 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 wholeworld seemed to have turned on its head.Michelle pulled herself back up and looked down at me, smilingconfidently, radiantly for a moment before suddenly blushing. She headedfor 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. Ididn’t have time to set the bar any higher after I won.”She strolled out, giving Beth her turn, what would probably be her lastturn, and me an over-the-shoulder wink.Beth was still wearing the bikini top and shorts, and, once Michelle wasout of the room, she started taking the shorts off again. “Looks like I’vegot this one in the bag,” she said.I smiled uneasily as I tried to decide what I was going to do thanks tothe newest development. It was clear I was at least going to get to finishoff that blowjob from Michelle, at least assuming I didn’t blow my loadhere… but Beth was right in front of me, now taking off her bikini toponce 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, butI didn’t think I could manage both… and I’d probably regret trying. Theonly question was, would I regret not trying even more?Beth put some music on, and sauntered back towards me. “Now, where werewe?” 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 herbreasts. It was clearly unplanned, but it couldn’t have worked out betterif it was. “This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” she said as her gazewent to my hands, still holding her boobs. “I guess I’m a little bittipsy.” I could tell. She slurred her words a little. Maybe she hit thebottle a little while I was getting a blowjob, or maybe what she hadearlier was just really starting to kick in.”I guess you are,” I said. My hands were already on her boobs, so Ididn’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, Isqueezed her boobs softly. They yielded easily under gentle pressure, andI slid my fingertips down to her nipples. It was a hard bump, almost likean 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 boobsfor 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 saythat, 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, andlocked my lips around her nipple and sucked, rolling my tongue around. Itdidn’t taste like much anything, but it was fun to do, especially hearingher 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 inbetween them and kissed there, too. That made her laugh, sort of a gigglewith a snort at the end.”So what would you say is my best feature?” she asked when I took mylips off her to take another look from farther back.”Well, you’ve got a couple of contenders, but I only saw one of them fora few seconds, from the back, so I can’t be sure…” I looked pointedlydown 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 wayshe could match the hotness of Michelle’s blowjob.”Let’s be sure then.” She slowly started pulling down her thong, givingme the first look of my cousin’s pussy from the front.Most pussies I’ve seen, aside from Lisa’s, were in porn, so whilethere was certainly an added hotness due to the fact that she was mycousin, her pussy only looked about average to me from the front. Itseemed a little fleshy, jutting out, and there was a long strip down themiddle of the crack, that I guess was her clitoral hood, and a ruffle ofpink below, around her hole. She had some dark hair there up top… itlooked like she might have shaved it but had let it grow in a little. Notquite stubble, but very short and uniform, a wide triangle.Of course, an average pussy is still pretty fucking good, and you can’thelp 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 Isaid 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 holewith two fingers. It was soft, and slick, and Beth shuddered a bit at mytouch. She did it even more when I rubbed up the strip between in themiddle of the crack, particularly towards the bottom. I kept it up for awhile, and she moaned softly. When I looked up she had sort of a glassylook in her eyes and her head was lolling around very slightly. She wasstarting to rock against my hand, and my fingers were getting wet with herjuices.I stopped suddenly, and looked at the clock. We still had about aminute and a half left, but I remembered Michelle was coming. How wouldshe react if she started doing whatever she planned and then noticed myfingers smelled like pussy? I didn’t even know for sure if she’d be ableto tell, but even though I was enjoying playing with Beth’s pussy, I didn’twant 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 shouldprobably 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 fewseconds in the washroom.””Fine,” she snapped, and backed away suddenly, almost tripping again butshe caught herself, and began to put her clothes on. Her lips were setinto 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 Bethproperly.”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 whatthe winner had in mind.*** Chapter Thirteen:After washing with warm water, I turned it off and the cold tap all theway on, letting my hands soak in there for about a minute. It wasn’t acold shower, but it eased the pressure a little.When I returned from the bathroom, Beth was already gone, and Michelleon her way in. She gently closed the door behind her, and smiledtentatively at me. “So?” she asked as I sat down in my hair. She seemedhappy, swinging her arms back and forth and positively beaming. “Did Iwin?”I thought about lying, to see how much I could get her to do, butlooking into that face, I just couldn’t. “Yeah, you won the contest,” Iadmitted. “But Beth doesn’t know that yet.””Good,” she said, approaching my chair. “Because I didn’t want you tothink 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. Insteadof kneeling down, though, she stood back up. Her hands plucked at thebottom of her skirt, then finally pulled it up towards her belly.She wasn’t wearing any panties underneath at all. She was showing meher pussy… my eyes flicked to her face, the smile was gone, and shelooked a little uncertain, fragile, as though I could destroy her with asingle 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. Itdidn’t seem to jut out much, and it was just a closed clam with a littlebit 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. “Holyfuck,” I said breathlessly.She laughed at my sudden exclamation. “I don’t think it’s going to beholy,” she said. “But you want to… f…” she struggled with the wordand started blushing bright red at the attempt. A second later she managedto 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. Ijust thought I should say something. The rest of the sentence died on mylips.”We only have five minutes. Less, probably.” She didn’t seem to want towaste any more of that time. She quickly straddled my legs and rubbed hercrotch against the head of my penis. With one hand I reached down andaimed it towards her hole.She settled her weight on me and I was inside her. My arms went aroundher 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 plantedsoft kisses on my neck, and my hands slipped under her shirt and tried toget under the bra. By the time I did, she was bouncing up and down on mewith such force that I knew I couldn’t last very long. I let go of her andstopped moving so she could get off of me… but she showed no intentionof 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 canfinish inside me,” she breathed. “If you want. It’s okay.””I’d love to,” I said, but I was terrified of getting her pregnant andhaving 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 sheadded, “It doesn’t have to be wrong, if we both feel the same way. We canmake it work.”I couldn’t take the time to explain her mistake, couldn’t even begin tothink about how I’d do that, for at that moment it seemed my entire selfwas in my penis, and it needed to explode. I squeezed at her ass and begandirecting her bounces while my hips pistoned up and down too. “Oh, god,” Igrunted, and the tingling building up in my shaft flooded my entire body.My toes curled involuntarily and my mind blanked for a moment from purepleasure.She continued bouncing on me for a little while longer, and then,perhaps sensing I was done, slowed down dramatically until she was justgrinding 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 handlejiggle, and then, to my horror, the door swung all the way open. Michellemust have forgotten to lock the door.Beth stared at us, blank-faced, for a second, and then her mouth hungopen when she realized what we were doing. It was all quiet for about tenseconds, except for the music playing in the background. Michelle buriedher 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 f******n:I felt terrible immediately after, not just because we got caught, butfor what we did. I mean, Michelle was my cousin, and I’d just used her asa quick fuck to get over my girlfriend. It felt great at the time, but nowthat 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 toget the whole story. I went back down to the living room and had anotherdrink, waiting for them to come down… I expected Beth to call me allsorts of names, and Michelle to be hurt because of all the things I’d donewith Beth. I might have royally fucked up, although at least I still hadthe defense that they came on to me. When I wasn’t actively horny, itdidn’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 ithad been more than a half an hour. I was starting to get to that stagewhere 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, strippeddown to my boxers, and got under the covers. I turned on some TV because Iusually 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 Icould even turn my head, I knew it was Michelle, just by the size. Sheslipped 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 ofpajama 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, Ilied to her. “No.” But how to tell her that we couldn’t let it changethings between us, and she couldn’t tell anybody? “It was one of the mostincredible, magical experiences of my life,” I started. Best to flatterher 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 againright away. “Yeah.”She slipped off the bed for a second and I watched her take off herpajama bottoms by the light of the television. She wore nothingunderneath, but still had a bra on. She didn’t seem to make any move toremove 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 evenshow her. I was curious.”Please? I want to see.”Her head bowed, she reached behind herself and undid the clasp, then letthem fall. She seemed the picture of vulnerability, but then, she wasshowing the parts of her she was most self-conscious about. The breastswere certainly small… I could easily fit them in my hand… fuck, Icould probably fit them entirely in the palms of my hands. But there werelittle visible bumps, perky, pointing upward, and topped with a tiny littlenipple. By the light of the late night infomercials the nipples lookedblue, but they were actually soft pink. “I love them,” I said, and reachedout to hold them.She yielded to my touch, a little too much, in fact. It wasn’t so muchthat she backed away, but she let my soft caress push her backwards untilshe was lying on her back. I followed, and began to kiss them. Hernipples were just little points, not the thick nubs Beth had. Except forthe size, they were much like Lisa’s.The comparison was a mistake. At the thought of her, a wave ofdepression flooded me, and my erection vanished. “You don’t have to keepkissing them,” Michelle said. “We can just have sex, if you want.” Despitethose words, I got the impression she enjoyed my kisses… and sex wasn’tin the cards, not right away, anyway. If I couldn’t fuck her, she’dprobably blame herself. I needed time to get my mind off it.”I like kissing you,” I said. I continued to kiss her breasts, and thenmoved on my knees and started kissing lower, along her stomach and towardsher pussy.I’d eaten Lisa out before, but her pussy was more like a flower, withvisible inner lips hanging out. At least Michelle wouldn’t remind me ofher down there. I liked the way my cousin’s pussy was all tucked in, and Ispread 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 biteyour lip, only sweeter and more sour all at once. It was intoxicating, andI was starting to get my Mojo back, especially with how Michelle quiveredat my touch. I licked her softly around the edges and up the center, andin the hole. “You don’t have to do that,” she said, her voice strainedlike 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 Lisa, it wasn’t my favorite task in the world, but I loved thepower of making a girl feel good. Michelle, though, her pussy had charmsof its own. I started it to give myself time to get an erection again, butI was starting to enjoy it. I could hear her breaths getting ragged, andit 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 withtwo fingers, and it came back extremely wet and slippery, and she clenchedaround them.I couldn’t wait any longer. I crawled over her so I could look her inthe eyes. “Are you ready?”She nodded. Her legs rose up around me, embracing my sides, and withone push I was inside her. The bed squeaked beneath us as I pounded intoher again and again, and it felt like her tight pussy was sucking me backevery 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 kissingher back. I guess I couldn’t just resist it.I was able to last much longer this time, and I could tell she enjoyedit from the look of pleasure on her face and her soft, “Oh, yes, yes, keepgoing.” Finally it seemed like her snatch was squeezing me tighter andtighter, 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 myown orgasm, and I thrust all the way into her while I squirted my cum deepinside her. At the time I didn’t think about it… later, I worried, butdecided she had to know about the risk for pregnancy and have takenprecautions.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 wasjust an incredible night, but not a regular thing. At that moment, it wasnice having somebody lying next to me, and I felt so peaceful that Idrifted off. Michelle might have been talking to me, but I couldn’t focusfor long.The next time I woke it was to a light so painful I was sure it was asurprise terrorist attack. Nuclear as well as biological, judging by theway my head pounded and how nauseous I was feeling. Then I realized it wasjust a hangover. Michelle still slept beside me, her head under a pillowand her bare little ass exposed to the air. I took a look, but at thatmoment it felt like an icepick had jabbed into my head, so I closed my eyesagain. I also really had to pee. I slipped out of the bed, found myboxers, and tried to find the bathroom with my eyes reflexively shut to thenarrowest of slits until the light stopped hurting.The bathroom door was closed, and as I grabbed the knob, I heard thesound of retching. Beth was inside. She looked up to me, her face red andher eyes bloodshot. “You okay?” I asked.”Yeah,” she said. “Thought I was going to throw up, but I don’t think Ihave anything left.” She stood up, wobbled a bit, but managed to steadyherself 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 itdown from some water from the sink, cupped in my hands. “Man, I reallyshouldn’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 goingto 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… Isaid 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 ‘SuddenDeath 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 Lisa… I know itwas wrong, I’m sorry.””Sorry isn’t good enough. You’re stuck now. You should have just letme win the contest. I don’t know if I would have fucked you, but I wouldhave been willing to do some more fooling around, with no strings. Butit’s too late now… I’m not doing anything with my best friend’sboyfriend.””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’dall been drinking.””You’d been drinking. I’d been drinking. She dumped her glass when shethought 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 changeanything. “Well, still, I’ll have to tell her this was a one-time thing.”Twotime thing, now.”Oh, no, you won’t. Her last boyfriend dumped her right after they hadsex. She was wrecked. And if you break her heart again, I don’t care ifyou’re my cousin or not, there’s going to be a whole new meaning to thewords ‘sudden death’.”It was bluster. It had to be. And yet, even if she didn’t mean itliterally, she had a point, if Michelle read way more into this than Iintended, it could be dangerous if I broke her heart. Beth might not killme, 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. Itwouldn’t be so bad. We went to separate Classs and lived a good distanceapart, so we wouldn’t have to see each other all the time… mostly I’djust have to talk to her online, make her feel loved, and maybe arrange afew clandestine meetings. Grudgingly I told Beth I’d pretend to date herfor a while, and get her to break up with me. She seemed at least a littlesatisfied with that.So, I went back to where we were sleeping on the couch bed, put my armsaround her, and woke her with a kiss. It turned into more, but we didn’thave long… Beth’s parents called an hour later to say they were on theirway back, and we scrambled to get the place cleaned up, leaving no evidenceof what we’d done.*** Epilogue:I got in trouble for the Scotch, of course, but not much. I told UncleHarry and Aunt Ellie I’d started drinking after Beth and Michelle went tobed, and Beth didn’t look quite as much like death warmed over by thatpoint, so they bought it that I’d downed the whole bottle. The beers Dadpromised me were retracted, and the money went to buying a new bottle formy Aunt and Uncle, and they weren’t too happy with me. I doubted I’d betrusted to babysit for them ever again.By the time I got home, there were already three Facebook messages fromMichelle, asking how I was, when we could meet again, and she pounced mefor a chat the moment I logged in too. Some of it was starting to get reallovey-dovey sounding. I tried to answer in kind but without getting overthe top. I’d only intended to pretend to be her boyfriend until either sherealized that we could never work, or I could make her break up with me, soI didn’t want to lay it on too thick.Michelle at least understood that we couldn’t date openly, but I had acar 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 herboyfriend, I decided I might as well enjoy some of the benefits. We metMonday after Class, with Beth as Michelle’s alibi, and in my car my cousingave me a hickey that embarrassed me at first, but the next day gave me alittle thrill when I noticed Lisa quietly fuming after she saw it andrealized what it was.I didn’t count on falling for Michelle, but I did. Within the firstmonth, I realized that I was no longer pretending to be into her. I guesspart of it was that she really, really loves me. With Lisa, I don’tthink she ever really did, even though I loved her, she just wanted aboyfriend in her life and I was the best choice at the time. But Michelleloves me with her whole heart, it was hard not to love her in return. NowI’m worried about the day she realizes we could never work, or that shefigures out I’m not as great as she built me up to be… I don’t want tolose her anymore.Sure, I’m a little embarrassed to be dating my cousin, and I live inconstant fear that somebody will find out. But as girlfriends go, I kindof lucked out. Michelle is sweet, easy-going, and awfully pretty. Morethan pretty, she’s also undeniably hot.She won a contest, you know.THE END… Mojo

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