Every Christmas dinner with my family was the same. My part of the family would head over to our cousins around the corner from our house. Our other cousins, who lived in the states, along with my Grandparents would meet us their. We would all sit down for a fancy, although not very filling meal. Then, us "kids" would be shipped of to watch TV or a movie.
For years, since I had been 13, I had always lusted after my cousin. Her name was Rachelle and was two years younger then I was. When I used to baby-sit for my cousins, I would sneak up to her room and poke around. Sometimes, I would read through her dairies looking for any interesting information from her life. It was an obsession.
This Christmas, Rachelle had just turned 18 and was still as stunning as ever. At 5'8 with blond hair down just past her shoulders, along with small, but very firm breasts and a great figure, not to mention a perfect round ass, she turned heads whenever she went. Rachelle had always dressed on the verge of being slutty. She had a knack for walking the thin line between dressing very well and dressing like a slut. Tonight, for Christmas dinner, she was wearing a skirt that went just passed her knees, but sat very low on her hips and a tank top that displayed her pierced belly and a fair amount of cleavage. Her hair sat, like always, loose on her shoulders.
As we ate our meal, I could not help but stare at my cousin. She was amazing. I kept taking the quick glances that one takes when they want to look at something, but don't want anybody to notice. After the meal, and some short conversation, us "kids" (although we were not really kids, the youngest being 13 and the oldest, me, being 20) were sent downstairs to watch a movie.
The TV room was set-up with the TV in the corner and three couches in a semi-circle around it. I sat down on the couch farthest from the TV and, to my delight; Rachelle sat down right beside me. The movie was started and we all settled down for a long 2 hours. Almost halfway through the movie, Rachelle leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Josh, the computer in my room is fucked up, could you see if you could fix it? It will be more fun then watching this movie!"
"Sure", I replied. Anything was better then watching the movie. Plus, I got to go into Rachelle's room.
We arrived in her room and Rachelle shut the door. I turned on the computer and started to search for the problem. After a while, I tuned to her and said, "There's no problem with your computer." She was sprawled on her bed.
"Josh, I know that! I just wanted you up here so I could ask you a question without being heard downstairs."
"Well", I replied, "What might that question be?"
"I think you realized for the last little while, mainly starting when I was 14, that I was dressing, lets say, less then fully clothed."
Laughing, I said, "Yes, I have noticed, you have been good at walking that thin line."
"I know. And I was thinking: I'm really sick of walking that that line. I wanted to make a decision on which way to go. It was either start dressing really conservative or really dress like a slut. I decided to go with the slut. I have a good body and I want to show it off."
"Really," I replied "And you need my help, why?" I could not believe that I was hearing my cousin talking to me about this. I was in heaven!
"I know that you've been looking at me for the last while, actually, for the last 6 or 7 years. I figured you could help me dress like what you think is a slut. I mean, I don't want to be really bad. I want my daddy to still allow me to wear the stuff, but I really want to turn heads."
"I guess I can help" I managed to get out. "Let's start with the nothing on at all and work up from there."
"OK" she replied. Slowly, she wiggled out of her skirt leaving just her black panties covered her pussy. Then, she reached up and took of her tank top. Just her black bra and panties now covered her body. It was amazing, her body was perfect. There was not a thing wrong with it. "There, now what should I do" she said, snapping me out of my trance.
"Well, Rachelle" I said, "By nothing, I meant nothing, so you will need to take of the bra and panties."
"Oh" she giggled, "Whoops" She took off her bra first. Her breasts slipped out in sat on her chest. Her nipples were already hard. They were exactly like I had imagined them. Finally, she squirmed out of her panties. Her pussy looked incredibly tight, although there was quite a bit of hair covering it up.
"Well" I said, "The first thing that needs to go is that hair covering your pussy. You have no hair anywhere else, except for you head, why leave some down there?"
"I guess your right" she replied. She seemed very nervous. "Could you go get my razor from the bathroom across the hall? Its in the drawer to the right of the sink."
"Sure" I said, getting up. I left for the bathroom and opened up the drawer. There was the razor. I picked it up, along with shaving cream, and went back into Rachelle's room. I still could not believe that I was seeing my cousin naked after all these years.
"Here" I said, handing her the razor and the cream. "Enjoy." She put some cream on the top of her pussy, and slowly spread it around. When she felt ready, she started to shave. Slowly at first, but when she noticed that it did not hurt, but actually felt good, she started to enjoy it. She finished and stood up.
"There" she said, spinning around, "Does it look good?"
"Rachelle" I replied, "It looks amazing. I never thought you could look better, but you just passed that mark."
"Thanks Josh, I really appreciate all the help you giving me. It makes me feel so good."
"My pleasure" I replied. "OK, lets start with what you wear for most of the week."
"Well" she said, "I still go the Private School down the street, so I guess what I would wear for most of the week would be my uniform. Plus, I like making other girls wet, so lets start with that!"
"OK" I replied. "Why don't you get dressed for school, like you normally do."
"Sounds good" Rachelle said. She went over to her dresser and pulled out some underwear and a cheap bra. I made a mental note: that would have to change. Next, she pulled on her kilt, it when down to just above her knees. To finish it off, she put on her white shirt. It was a little loose and seemed to cover up her breasts and body. She buttoned up the shirt and said, "There, all done! How does it look?"
"Rachelle, you look amazing in anything, and the schoolgirl outfit makes you look great. However, there are a couple things that need to change. How old is your sister again?"
"She's three years younger then me, so she's 15. Why?"
"Well, do you think you could go grab her school uniform? I assume she goes to the same school you do?"
"Yeah, she does," replied Rachelle, "I'll be right back." She slipped out of the room and I looked around, realizing how lucky I was. She returned to her room with the kilt and top.
"Could you put it on?" I asked. "I know it might be a bit small, but that's what I'm looking for."
