This is part three of the series. All characters are 18 or older. All characters are fictional. The purpose of this story is entertainment.
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So...My cousin Greg moved back home with his mother after being distant from the rest of us for the past three years. Let me explain: I grew up being raised by my mother on the second floor of our three family house. My grandparents live on the first floor, while my aunt Lauren lives on the third floor. Greg is five years older than me, but we have always gotten along. He had moved out three years ago to go live with his girlfriend. During those years, he was distant from us. We were all excited when he decided to move back home.
During my high school years, Greg spent a lot of time in my mother and I's apartment. He would babysit me when my mom had to work crazy hours. He and my mother would spend a lot of time together. She would help him study when he struggled with studying to becoming an electrician. Whenever he was around, my friends would always want to come hang out. Greg has the looks of a rock star and the body of an athlete. Besides being the hottest guy my friends and I have ever seen, Greg is one of the nicest guys you could ever meet. My friends and I knew guys like Greg would never be interested in girls like us, but he was still nice to us.
When he moved back home, I had just turned nineteen and was in my first year of college. Not much had changed with me. I have never been a popular girl. I'm short and thick with what my aunt Lauren calls a cute face. My one attribute that gets attention from men is my big butt. I've dated and had one long time boyfriend during high school. We broke up after he went to an out of state college. I decided to attend the same college my mother and aunt had attended.
So, since Greg has been back, we have been spending time together. I even learned how to play video games just to be closer to him. I know he's my cousin, but I love being around him. He would often drive me to school and pick me up from work so I didn't have to take public transportation, which he told me isn't always safe for women at night time. It was during those times that we actually could talk freely. All the other times we are around each other, his mother is around, or my mother, or our grandparents. Don't get me wrong, I love our family, but they never give Greg or me any privacy.
Then, one Saturday, everything changed. It was snowing out, and I got out of work early and had no way home. I texted Greg, asking if he could give me a ride home. I didn't hear back from him until half an hour later, and I assumed he was busy, so I started walking to the bus stop in the freezing cold while the snow soaked me. Greg called me to apologizing for missing my text and asked me where I was. By the time he came and got me, I looked like a wet poodle. During the drive, he asked if I minded if he made another stop before bringing me home. He said he wanted to grab something from the game store. I told him, "I have nothing to do or a life. I'll take the ride with you. Sorry, I look like a mess."
Greg laughed and told me, "You look great. Stop worrying about your looks all the time. The guy who ends up with you is going to be lucky. You're smart, cute, and have a nice bum." We both laughed at the bum comment; it was kind of an inside joke between him and me. Whenever I felt insecure, he would remind me that women would go to other countries to get bum surgeries to get a bum like mine. I would catch him staring at my ass occasionally. It never offended me; I was flattered that he would look at me like that. Sure, I knew that if he weren't my cousin, I would still never have a chance with him, but his attention always flattered me.
After we stopped at the game store, Greg asked me if I wanted to come hang out and play video games with him. I was excited whenever Greg made time for me. I asked if he minded if I grabbed some clothes when we got home so I could change out of the drenched clothes I was in. I was taken aback when he told me, "Yeah, we can do that. Wanna just change in my room? I need to change too." Then, he started laughing.
My feelings were slightly hurt. I thought he was making fun of me, and I didn't expect him to make fun of me like other guys do. "I think I'll just hang out in my apartment. I'm sorry I'm not one of your super hot girlfriends, but that's not cool to make fun of me like that."
Greg realized I was upset and pulled the car over. "Jess, I was not making fun of you. I'm really sorry you think that. I was laughing about us getting changed together. That's what I was joking about. I did not mean to upset you. Plus, how else am I ever going to get a peak at that luscious ass of yours if I don't take my shot? Please don't be mad at me."
I felt horrible for misunderstanding his humor and taking it wrong. "I'm sorry, Greg. I'm used to guys being shitty toward me, and I thought you were making fun of me. I still need to grab clothes if you still want me to come and hang out."
Greg looked legitimately upset that he hurt my feelings. He told me, "Of course I still want you to come to hang out with me. Now that we have the misunderstanding cleared up, does that mean we're going to get changed together," with his irresistible gorgeous smile.
I couldn't help but smile back at him. He wasn't the only one who had jokes. "Sure, we can change together, smartass, if your mom isn't home. HA!" I said with my own laugh.
Once we got home, I grabbed a pair of leggings that would highlight my ass. I figured I might as well flaunt it if he was so obsessed with it. To be honest, part of me was hoping my aunt wasn't home. I know my cousin. If she wasn't home, I wouldn't put it past him to hold me to my bluff. The other half of me was praying she was home. I don't think I could get naked in front of him. I'd be too afraid I would gross him out. My body isn't as bad as it was. I have been putting hours into working out and slimming my stomach down. No matter how hard I tried, my legs and bum stayed thick.
Once we got to his apartment, my aunt was on the couch watching TV. I gave Greg a quick elbow to the ribs and stuck my tongue out at him. I said hi to my aunt and told her I was going to the bathroom to change because my clothes were soaked. While in the bathroom, Greg texted me, asking if I would grab his food and water from the fridge. Of course, his text came through as I was standing there in my panties. It wasn't like I haven't thought about him while being naked before, I thought. If you're going to look, I'll give you something to look at. I took my panties off and put my leggings on.
When I got to Greg's bedroom, I was shocked. He was sitting on his bed in just gym shorts with no shirt on. I guess I wasn't the only one who decided to give the other person something to look at. All I could think was, if I looked like that, I would never wear a shirt. I watched him eat, trying to keep my composure. We played video games for about an hour or so. Then I got eliminated while he still played. I asked him if he minded if I laid down while waiting for him to restart the game so that I could get back in. Greg paused the game, "No, I don't mind. Here, put your head on my lap."
For the second time today, Greg shocked me. I never thought putting my head on his lap would be an option. All I said was, "Ok, that sounds good," as I smiled at him. When I rested my head on his lap, I wondered if I was the only one who decided to skip underwear. I felt like I had placed my head right on his junk, and it felt loose in his shorts. It also felt like it was on the larger size unless I misread the situation. I had hoped he never got eliminated from the game because I didn't want to move. As soon as that thought went through my head, he slammed the controller down on the bed behind me because he got eliminated, too. I asked him, "Do you want me to move?"
Greg giggled, "No, unless you want to. It would be easier to talk to you if you turned over." I kept my head where it was as I turned over, lying on my back. Now, my head was on his lap, and I was staring straight up at him. He joked, "What would you like to talk about, Jess?"
We both laughed at his sarcastic tone. This is how Greg always was. He liked to joke and have a good time. Again, he was hot as fuck and yet the nicest guy. "I don't care what we talk about as long as I can stay like this. I'm super comfortable and tired. What would you like to know." I asked.
Greg asked me, "Have you lost weight? You look slimmer lately."
I was flattered that he noticed. "Yes, I have been working out. My stomach is slimmer, but my legs and bum are refusing to shrink," I said with a giggle.
I felt like Greg was full of shocking inquiries today. He asked, "Mind if I lift your shirt a bit to see?"
I probably answered him too quickly and enthusiastically, "Yeah. You can do that."
Greg was looking down at me when I felt his fingers grip the bottom of my shirt. He slowly pulled it until it reached the bottom of my breasts. I can't explain it, but the way he lifted my shirt while keeping eye contact with me seemed very sensual. I thought he was only going to look. Then he started caressing my belly with his fingertips, causing me to get chills. His touch was so soft for such a manly man. He asked, "Feel good?"
Again, I was quick and honest with my response. "Yes...That feels amazing." Then, his fingertips traced the waistline of my leggings. I asked, "Does it feel good for you?" I knew it wasn't going to happen, but I desperately wanted him to slip his fingers under my waistline. Wearing tight leggings backfired on me, I thought. I should have worn loose fitting sweatpants; it would have been easier for him to slip his fingers into my pants.
"Yes. You feel good. Your skin is so soft. Do you want me to help you workout? I have equipment in the basement. That's where I work out. I don't mind helping you. It'll be fun to have a workout partner."
