"Loser has to do all the winner's housework for the entire month."
That's what my cousin Lauren and I had decided earlier in the day. She was staying with me for the next month while checking out my college and town. She also had a major dislike when it came to cleaning or helping out in any possible way. Bigger than the average person's dislike. But after 4 hours and a series of ties in the broadest range of challenges we could think of, we were still no closer to finding a winner. We were sat opposite each other on my bed, trying to think of one last deciding challenge. At least she was, I was actually just checking her out. Even though she was my cousin, I couldn't help but admire how sexy she was.
Lauren was short and a little bit chubby but in a cute way. It added just the right amount of curve to her hips and ass. Lauren's pale white legs looked so smooth and soft, as my eyes traced up them to the mini skirt she was wearing. She shuffled around giving me a brief flash of her lacy pink panties as she got more comfortable. For a split second I thought she caught me checking her out and I prepared a defence but the accusation never came.
"I finally have it!" She said proudly. My eyes begged her to continue. "Poker. Simple as!"
"Except we have no money, so nothing to bet..." I argued.
"Okay, well..." She closed her eyes tight while she thought hard. "Strip poker!" She proclaimed even prouder than before. "I mean, we're cousins but if one of us, you, get uncomfortable you can always just forfeit."
I thought about my response long and hard, knowing this was the perfect opportunity to get a better look at those pink panties.
"I have a better idea. Strip poker is too long so instead... We strip. One item at a time and whoever forfeits because they're uncomfortable loses." I said with an evil laugh.
"Too easy." Was all she said throwing my plan out the window. I thought a moment longer before coming up with a greater plan.
"We strip each other. Until one of us forfeits..." I replied, hoping to have enticed her into my game.
"What if we both just end up naked?" She asked.
"Well, then we come up with a new challenge!" She eyed me up, curious and angrily for at least 2 minutes before walking straight up to me and pulling my Jimmy Eat World sweatshirt up over my head.
"Game on, bitch!" She snarled at me, giving me this grin that sent chills up my spine as I decided which piece of clothing would come off first. Eventually I decided it had to be her socks, they would also give me my first chance to touch her soft skin.
"Hmmm, on your knees already, huh?" She giggled as I knelt down before her. "May as well give up while you're down there!" âĻI laughed, looking up at her, our eyes meeting. A new plan formed in my head. My smile widened as I grasped either side of her waist. "Not... A... Chance..." I whispered pulling down her mini skirt so her thong covered snatch was mere inches from my face.
Lauren immediately pulled away, covering herself. I laughed at her again as I got to my feet again. Easy victory I thought to myself. She clearly hated my laughter because she pushed me back down onto the bed, grabbing my shirt and pulling it over my head. As the shirt fell away from my body, I could have sworn I could see Lauren's eyes tracing my body up and down. I smirked at her, while she stood nervously in front of me. I pondered my next move carefully. Did I go in for the kill early, pulling her panties off? Or did I draw it out, taking off her socks first? Perhaps neither, perhaps I go for her top and get my first sight of the large sexy boobs so perfectly outlined by her tight shirt.
The top had to go, I eventually decided. I climbed off the bed, my body nearly touching hers, so close that I could almost feel her every inhale and exhale of breath. My hands grasped at her waist once more, this time they slid upwards over her sides as I pulled her top off. Lauren gasped as my hands slide over the sides of her ample breasts, pulling her top away from her body.
"So we're allowed to make this as uncomfortable as allowed then?" She said breathlessly. âĻ"I'm pretty sure that's the whole point!" I said with a laugh. She snarled at me, before smirking. It was obvious a plan had come into her mind. She knelt down before me and started pulling at my jeans. She grabbed two thick handfuls and yanked them away. The only problem was my underwear went with them in her handfuls of clothes. My growing cock was exposed to her, mere centimetres from her face. In fact, if the slightest wind was to blow through, my tip probably would have tapped her right on the lips.
"Oops..." She said, giggling. The smirk on her face said it all, that obviously wasn't an accident.