My name is Kathy and I am eighteen years old. I've always been pretty but not extraordinarily beautiful - dark blonde hair, blue eyes, B-cup, the usual - but I'm still rather popular among the boys. Personally, I think it's because of my confidence. One of my friends who is into New Age stuff, says that I give off 'independent vibes' and that I basically have a big psychic sign that 'Back Off - Don't Touch Me'.
Whether or not she's right, I've always been known as a 'hard-to-get'-girl. And guys always want what they can't have...you know - the thrill of the chase and all. So they flock around me and hope that I give into one of them.
Yeah, right. I'm not a slut, sugar - in fact, I'm still a virgin. It's not because I don't get any offers, but because none of the guys I know really turn me on. First of all, I prefer older men (5 - 10 years older than me is just fine, thank you very much) and the guys in my circle of friends are, well, boys. Sure, some of them are fairly attractive boys, but let's be honest - they still think that the important things in life are alcohol, sex and parties, in that order. And their definition of 'sex'...don't even get me started. Their idea of foreplay is
1) Get woman naked and
2) Grab woman on breasts.
...And then they wonder why a lot of women prefer older men. Geez!
The second reason is that I don't want someone who'll dump me as soon as he gets in my pants. And the boys who want me, want me only because I'm confident and so that they can brag about it afterwards
My cousin Michael, however, is a completely different matter. He is six years older than me and quite a hottie. He's got blue eyes, dark hair and a body that's absolutely to die for. Well, at least I think so. Or maybe it's because he's always treated me like I'm something to be treasured and taken care off. Or it could be because incest, per definition, is a taboo subject and thus quite a turn-on for me. I don't know, and honestly, I don't care. I wanted my cousin and now the question was - could I actually seduce him?
I got my chance last week during a small family reunion when the adults decided to go to the theatre. Michael didn't want to go, and I suggested that the two of us could just stay home and watch a movie or something. It was a fairly safe suggestion to make - when we were younger, Michael and I would watch movies when the grown-ups got too boring, and eventually it became a tradition to go to the cinema or rent a movie together.
"Sure," he said and I smiled secretive. That day I'd made sure to dress as sexy as I could possibly get away with. A dark green top that just barely covered my breasts, tight black jeans and see-through black underwear and just enough make-up to emphasize my natural beauty...Michael would never know what hit him.
Of course, I had to do this carefully - waltzing around ONLY in skimpy black underwear would probably tip him off, and well...a big sweater and a pair of baggy pants just wouldn't do the job.
The others left and Michael and I went to his room to find a movie. I quickly surveyed the room and decided on a course of action and while Michael grabbed the remote control, I stretched out on the bed.
He turned around and raised an eyebrow when he noticed me.
"Getting comfortable, Kat?" he asked teasingly.
I smiled and curled up among the blankets, bringing up the inner feline that every woman has. It's a true gift from nature, you know, and has led many a man into the claws of a woman. And apparently, my dear cousin was about to become one more in that statistic. God, I love being a woman.
"It's soft. I like it," I replied, then added with mock impatience: "And now could you please get your ass over here? I wanna watch the movie!"
Michael sent the patented 'anything you say'-smile that he reserved only for me, and took off his shoes before he stretched out behind me.
We were lying there, in front of the TV (though none of us were actually watching it) when I felt his hands start to massage my stomach ever so gently. I did my best innocent-little-girl act (again, as a teenage girl, it falls natural to me) and snuggled closer and made sure to 'accidentally' press my ass against his crotch. I shifted slightly and heard him suppress a groan. Unseen by him, I smiled. Poor cousin. So smart, and yet so clueless.
I put my hand on his knee and moved one slim finger around in small circles and Michael shifted. Judging from the hard bulge that pressed against my lower back, his jeans was definitely getting uncomfortably tight.
Michael continued to massage my belly, then hesitated for a moment, obviously expecting some sort of objection from me. God, what did that man need? A written invitation or something?
I settled for a satisfied sigh, and obviously encouraged by my reaction, he slowly started to move up, each movement of his hands leaving my body screaming for his touch. Finally I felt his thumbs stroke the lower of my breasts and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped me. Michael moved his hands higher and I felt my nipples tighten under his skillful fingers. Each movement of his hands sent a wave of pleasure though my body and I felt my panties turn damp. Michael kept teasing my nipples until they were so hard that I thought they would shatter from even the slightest touch. Then he suddenly moved his hands away.
The unexpected loss of contact made me whimper and frustrated, I reached for his hands.
"Do you want me to stop?" Michael whispered huskily.
Stop?! He couldn't stop now! Couldn't the man see how badly I wanted his touch?
"No!" I moaned. "Don't stop, please!"
Oddly enough, I felt no hesitation. Maybe I should have - after all, I *was* making out with my own cousin - but it felt so right, so natural, that not even my conscience could find any good arguments to stop.
Michael bit lightly in my shoulder and I felt him smile.
"Do you have any idea of how beautiful you are, little cousin?" he whispered as his left hand massaged my breasts. Slowly, he let his right hand follow the curves of my body until he reached the zipper on my jeans. Unable to make my throat work properly, I just whimpered and reached down to grab a hold of his muscular thighs.
Michael let his mouth follow the smooth skin on my shoulder, alternating between kisses and bites, making my skin feel as if it was on fire. I briefly wondered how many other women he had done this to, but came to the conclusion that I didn't wanted to know. It was the here and now that counted, and right now the only man I'd ever felt really attracted to was worshipping my body. I was *not* in the mood to think about ex-girlfriends.
I let a hand move towards the bulge in his pants and heard his sharp intake of breath when my fingers grazed his crotch. That was the last straw.
Michael grabbed me and rolled over, so I ended up on my back. Then he sat up and took a long look at me. Took in my flustered face, my erected nipples and my dark eyes, which undoubtedly showed nothing but pure desire. And then he smiled, slowly and predatorily, as he leaned closer.
"Take off your top and bra," he ordered hoarsely.
It didn't take long for my lust-powered brain to do what he asked. I didn't even try to make a private strip-show out of it; I just wanted out of the clothes. As I sat up and threw my top and bra aside, I could feel Michael's eyes on me and it aroused me beyond belief.
He pushed me back in the bed and for a long moment just enjoyed the view of my breasts. I knew that at that moment there was nothing left of the 'nice, young man' he usually was. Instead, he looked at me as if he was a predator and I was his long awaited prey.
Morale, ethics and even rational thinking went right out the window, defeated by my body's need to feel Michael in me.
Never taking his eyes off me, Michael reached under the bed and brought out a pair of handcuffs. Then he grabbed my hands and in one swift movement chained them to the end of the bed.
He leaned back and admired his handiwork.
"Well, well, Kathy..." he said, the desire obvious in his voice. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you? Stripping for your cousin...naughty, naughty girl..."
I shivered at the heated gaze he sent me.
