My cousin Imogen was a prude, a snob, and a snitch.
Now I have no problem with her being a prude, I mean she has this archaic belief that sex should be done only in marriage and then only for procreation. Nothing wrong with that, not that I agree with it but each to their own as my dear old Granny used to say.
What gets up my nose is Imogenâs holier than thou attitude not to mention I have always disliked her intensely.
A dislike that went far back to our shared childhood when she was forever tattling on me to our parents and getting me into trouble, hence the snitch bit, the snob bit she got from her mother, who always thought her sister, my mother by the way, married beneath her and she passed this prejudice on to her daughter.
You see my father was a man with a somewhat diverse racial background, his mother was from India, his father was half Welsh and half Dutch, and his first wife had been from Vietnam where he had lived for some years before ending up in America.
Now Iâm an easy going person, a bit like my Dad really, go with the flow he says and I do. I like my job in the library, Iâm not ambitious, a bit of dreamer really, and left to my own devices I would have been quite happy with my lot.
But I was always being compared to Imogen by Aunt and to a certain extent my mother too. Hadnât Imogen done well, an executive in an advertising firm, rising through the ranks on her intellect alone, never using her sex and femininity to get where she was going to, and what was just as wonderful, she was so moral and upstanding.
I mean how many young women in the 21st century abstained from frolics between the sheets before marriage?
And how many women in the hard nosed business world donât fuck a few men to get what they want? Well Imogen didnât and doesn't, she was Miss Perfection and I mean it in both a literal and lateral sense!
I decided quite out of the blue one day after a rather short and sharp conversation with my mother over my lack of ambition that dear Imogen needed to loosen up and loosen up good and proper.
She wasnât going to loosen up willingly, but with a little help from the Amulet well we could move mountains, or in Imogenâs case move her tits and ass to the rhythm of damn good fuck fest in which she was going to be the starter, the main course and definitely the dessert.
My name is Mitzy by the way, and I am antitheses to my prude of a cousin Imogen. She is tall and leggy, I am short and a little on the plump side, she has long red gold hair, I have the family dark brown curls that are so wild they need taming with a hedge strimmer every two months.
We both are lucky enough to have great chests; our tits are bouncy, large and very perky and they just about fit into a 48DD bra. I tan easily whereas Imogen is milky skinned, her eyes are pale blue to my grey pupils and she has fine smooth features where as I am freckled all over with a snub nose and a slightly lopsided mouth.
Imogen is into body beautiful; she is fit and goes to the gym nearly every day. Iâm only fit because I walk my elderly neighbourâs three active spaniels every day.
You certainly wonât get me in a gym unless I'm picking someone up from outside one!
In a nutshell Imogen is totally wasting herself in more ways that I can count. She is stunning looking and yet she is a total and utter prude not to mention as boring as hell to talk to.
Can you believe it? A fine looking piece of ass like my cousin, and that is all she is, a fine piece off ass that was until recently untouched by man or woman.
So, after so many years of having to put up with Imogenâs nasty, annoying, and sneaky little ways, despite her physical beauty, the worm finally went and turned. And when it turned, it turned big time!
As I mentioned earlier my paternal Grandmother originally came from India and it was she who showed me how to use and control the Amulet.
It was a family heirloom, handed down the female line and it has some very strange properties, one of them is that it can be used to induce a form of mind control, not hypnosis as we know it in the Western world, something a lot more subtle and complex, something deeper and far, far longer lasting...
Granny called it the Amulet of Hidden Desires and let me tell you she wasnât kidding when she said it sucked out of you and bought to the surface every hidden primordial desire that we had in our bodies not to mention the fact the holder of the Amulet could potentially control that person for the rest of their natural lives.
Tantric sex was born from this Amulet so Granny told me but I wouldnât know, all I know is that I have use of it and let me tell you it gives me a real buzz knowing it belongs to me and me alone until I pass it onto the next generation of women in my lineage.
Iâve used it occasionally when I want to enhance and spice up my sex life. I used it on my ex-boyfriend who was somewhat averse to performing oral sex though he loved me to give him head. He was a two timing bastard, I caught him in bed with a friend of mine and I dumped him but every now and again I call him up and he comes around to perform some pussy acrobats with his tongue and mouth.
I have to admit the Amulet worked wonders on him, he gives the best clit stimulation I have ever had, and he loves doing it now, like I said the Amuletâs effects donât wear off, in fact I've noticed that they increase over time.
Granny had told me to use the Amulet carefully and discreetly as it was very powerful, and I listened to her but I was so mad at Imogen, especially after my mother moaned about my lack of ambition and my âgoing nowhereâ job, I decided to get my own back on Imogen the Prude.
I invited her over to dinner, telling her I wanted to talk to her about changing careers and I wanted her expert advice.
Imogen is not only a prude, a snob and a snitch, she is also very vain and she suspected nothing when I called her up.
I called up my two best friends Mike and Jake who I had gone to college with and still kept in touch with and asked them if they were up for a bit of fun and fucking with Imogen? Now they knew all about Imogen, and they also knew about the Amulet, I had used it to help them get laid when we were at college in return for help with keeping by GPA just above average.
Iâm not brilliantly clever and I needed a little boost to help me along during my college days.
They were both more than willing to help me out and together we put my plan into motion.
Imogen had no idea what I was up too, she knew nothing about the Amulet, and she barely glanced at it as it hung around my neck on a heavy platinum chain, round, fat and gold with a strangely throbbing green jewel in the centre of it.
I made sure I sat opposite my cousin at the dinner table, I had placed a light behind her, it was on a dimmer switch and it reflected over my cousinâs slender body and onto me and the Amulet.
Imogen was of course her usual brisk obnoxious self as she plonked herself down on her chair and poured herself a liberal glass of good quality red wine I had got in for that evening.
âItâs about time you left that dead end job Mitzy,â she said in her imperious arrogant voice, âYouâll not get anywhere by just being a common Librarian!â
I smiled at her and said, âYouâre right Imogen, thatâs why I asked you over, I thought you could give me some tips.â
Imogen preened herself, she looked good I had to admit, she wore a tasteful over the knee white linen lined skirt, pale blue silk sleeveless blouse and a matching white linen long sleeved jacket with a high collar.
She was wearing a thin string of pearls around her slender throat and her make-up was light and tastefully done.