My cousin, Lily, added me on Snapchat as I sipped my coffee before my round of golf last Saturday morning. She is the baby of the extended family, 14 years younger than I am. She's a senior in high school, and I haven't seen much of her lately due to COVID and the fact I'm not particularly close to anyone in her immediate family, so we just don't end up around each other much. Back when I did see her more often, we had been buddies, at least to the extent someone can be with their much younger cousin.
I snapped a quick selfie with a confused looking face, joking with her.
"Sorry, who is this? Do I know you?"
A notification informed me she took a screenshot and a minute later she sent her response. She had an exaggerated pout on her face. "Just your boring, forgettable cousin" with a tear drop emoji.
"Who could ever forget that face?" I wrote. "That's the same expression I saw on my whiny little cousin's face when I didn't have time to play a game with her. I see you're the same old Lily I remember!" I captioned this over a short video of me grinning and winking to make sure she knew I was joking.
My phone buzzed a couple minutes later. She had screen captured my snap again and sent a reply. She was sitting against her headboard now. Her bed spread was pulled up over her chest and a thin white strap of fabric was visible on each of her bare shoulders. "Still a whiner, maybe, but now I'm the one refusing to play games with boys, so not the same!" She had a big smile on her face.
"You're welcome for all the life lessons I taught you, cuz! It's been too long. We should catch up soon. Join me at the course tomorrow? Maybe some more of my wisdom will rub off on you if you're lucky." This time I made sure the beautiful golf course was visible behind me as I smiled warmly into the camera. She had mentioned wanting to play before casually and she had a set of clubs, but we had never played together.
I put my phone on silent and teed up and hit my first drive of the day right down the middle of the fairway. The day was off to a good start. I played a couple holes before looking at my phone. I opened the snap from Lily. She was sitting in the same position, but the covers were no longer pulled up. She was wearing a white tank top. One of the straps was no longer over her shoulder. A fair amount of cleavage was now visible and she had a serious look on her face. "But I don't play games with boys, remember?"
I took a screen shot. She looked pretty damn cute. I replied in text only. "I'm a man, not a boy, so it's your lucky day. See you tomorrow morning or not?"
"What time will you pick me up?"
"7:30 on the dot."
About ten minutes later I received a notification and purple box, indicating Lily sent me a video. I sat on my golf cart and opened the video. She was standing in front of a body length mirror wearing a white skirt that went maybe halfway down her thigh, and she held what appeared to be a purple skirt in her hand. "Will one of these be okay to wear tomorrow?"
The video continued. "Also, I don't have a proper golf shirt. Do I need to wear one of those?" She was still wearing the little white tank top she'd been wearing in bed earlier. "I hope your golf game or whatever is going well. I'm going to get in the shower. Let me know about the clothes when you're done please."
As the video ended, I pictured Lily peeling her tank top off showing off her perky tits. I thought about the little skirts she was asking me about. My dick started to swell while I sat on the middle of the fairway in the cart, losing interest on the round of golf.
I drove to the sporting goods store and went to the women's section. I picked a purple Nike polo and a matching hat. I almost grabbed a skort to go with the set, but the thought of her wearing just a skirt and panties kept the skort on the shelf. I sent her a picture of the new clothes and told her to wear the white skirt.
The rest of the day was filled with work around the house and I was ready to go to bed at 10. I sent a picture of my bed with the caption, "Better get some beauty rest, cuz. I'll see you bright and early!"
She replied with a selfie in the mirror, wearing pajama bottoms and a tank top. "Way ahead of you! See you in the morning!"
I stroked myself as I pictured my baby cousin lying in her bed playing with herself, sliding her hand inside her shorts and fingering her little pussy. I came within a minute, cleaned myself up and fell asleep.
At 6:30, my alarm woke me up. I showered, shaved and got myself ready for the day. At 7:05 I sent Lily a picture of her new clothes again. "See you shortly!"
"I'll be ready," she responded, with a picture of her clubs in her bedroom with her outfit laid out on her bed. The white skirt, a white halter top, a white sports bra, and a purple pair of panties. I couldn't see them in detail, but now I knew she would be matching the rest of her outfit underneath her skirt. My cock shifted in my pants. I decided to put a pair of compression shorts underneath my boxer briefs to help keep my cock against my leg. I was still partially hard, but with my spandex and underwear on, my pants didn't make a tent. I pulled my pants tight with my hands in my pockets. You could make out a bulge if you tried, but it just looked like I had a big flaccid dick. Problem solved.
Lily looked adorable as she put her clubs in the back seat and hopped in the passenger seat. I handed her the shirt and hat I bought the day before and told her there was a women's locker room at the club. She laughed and pulled her white halter top over her head before slipping her arms into the purple golf shirt and pulling it down. Although only visible for a couple seconds, I noticed her sports bra held her little tits tightly in place. I'd never worn one before, but it looked uncomfortable. We arrived at the course a couple minutes later. The bag attendant got our clubs loaded onto the cart as we checked in and got ready.
We didn't spare enough time to stop at the practice green or driving range, and made our way onto the course. For her first shot of the day, Lily asked me to take her picture, probably to show off on social media later. I pulled out my phone and snapped several shots as she grabbed her driver, walked onto the tee box, leaned down to place the ball on the tee, got set and swung. She barely made contact with the ball. Giggling, she went to pick up the ball ten feet in front of her. I kept snapping pictures. After a few more humorously bad swings, she told me she would play from my ball this hole. I poked one down the right side of the fairway and we both hopped in the cart and took off.
I took my approach shot first when we got to my drive, then Lily dropped a ball where mine was. Her hips flailed and her knees bent and arms moved in all the ways they weren't supposed to. After missing the ball three tries in a row, she was about to give up again. I walked over as she turned back and looked at me, her face red with embarrassment.
"Can I show you a couple things that will make it easier?" I asked.
"Please do!" came her reply.
I told her to stand over the ball like she normally does. After she got set, I began adjusting things. I kneeled down, took her front foot in my hand and moved it forward, guided her back foot to the proper place, put a hand on the back of her thigh and one on her lower back as I told her to straighten the line of her back. I adjusted her grip slightly, then stood behind her little frame and reached around so my hands were on top of hers. Slowly I showed her how to keep her arms straight through her backswing. Her hips shifted as She raised the club back, and I felt her backside run against me. I told her to hold her position and placed my hands on her hips.
"Less movement down here. Keep the hips locked until you drive through the ball. All your power is in the lower body. You don't want to use it up until you need to. As you swing the club through the ball, release your hips and open up as you follow through."
As I talked her through the motions I also turned her hips with my hands, trying to demonstrate the proper time to uncoil.
"Hit the ball with your butt, not your wrists," I told her to summarize the demonstration broadly.
