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The house was in an uproar as the arrival of The Relatives approached.
My mom was freaking about how horribly messy our house was, even though it looked pristine to me. My dad was grumpy because he'd just found that tomorrow's golf plans were cancelled so he could drive my mom and her sister's family up to Grandma's house.
Mom yelled at me about some imaginary item I'd left lying around. I gritted my teeth and endured, because I didn't want to cause her to change her mind about not forcing me to go on the Grandma field trip.
Yes, I'd pulled off a major coup on that one. A four-hour round-trip drive and probably at least six hours of deadly dull family convo once we got there. I thought I made some pretty good arguments for opting out, but at the end of the day it may have just come down to seating capacity. Mom, dad, Aunt Michelle, Uncle Steve, and Cousin Mike would pretty much fill the car. Not sure how they would have squeezed me in...without quite a bit of lube.
So... if I could endure another hour of mom's insanity and a boring dinner/evening with the Relatives, my reward would be having the house to myself for most of the next day.
Definitely a good trade-off.
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Dinner was easier than I expected. Boring, but low stress. Cousin Mike was in the spotlight. He'd just finished his junior year at college and had an impressive internship lined up in New York in a couple of weeks. Nobody wanted to talk about my job at the mall or what classes I was taking at the local junior college this summer. Which was fine with me, I just smiled and ate my dinner and kept quiet.
Perfect Cousin Mike. Smug bastard. He clearly enjoyed being the center of attention. A big, good-looking kid, brains and charisma, probably did pretty well with ladies. I had to admit, I was kind of feeling him, but...ewwww, COUSIN, gross.
As the meal was winding down, mom made a point of ordering me to clear the table. I simmered slightly but smiled sweetly. Just bite my tongue; just get through tonight and tomorrow morning, and then everyone would be gone, and I could have a nice quiet day to myself. The elders began to push away from the table and ease toward the leaving room. I picked up some dishes and headed toward the kitchen sink.
And then a funny thing happened. I had this weird feeling, and I took a quick glance over my shoulder. Just in time to catch Cousin Mike checking out my ass.
Well, checking it out would be putting it mildly. More like eye-fucking it. He looked like a coyote who had just located the last rabbit on earth. There was an intensity, almost a ferocity, in his eyes.
To be fair, I've been told that I do have a really nice ass: curvy but tight, thick but firm, bodacious and bubbly. And I was wearing some cute shorty-shorts, nothing obscene enough to trigger mom, but I think they made the point that HELLO, NICE ASS HERE.
That being said, he was wolfing me pretty good, and I was kind of stunned, and it went on for a couple of heartbeats before he realized he was busted. And then everything changed, because he was SO busted, and he SO knew it, and he SO knew that I knew...
When his eyes finally met mine, they went wide, and he looked scared for a moment. Partly just from being busted, but also partly because I'm sure my face was going DID YOU JUST CHECK OUT MY ASS?
The fierce look had been creepy. The scared look...hmmm...I liked that. Smug Mike in a tough spot. The power dynamic shifted so quickly. I felt this weird, warm flush run through my body.
I left him hanging for a second or two, but then I couldn't help letting a little grin slip through. He looked relieved and gave me a tentative smile back. I turned my head away and resumed my trek to the kitchen.
I might have let my ass sway just a little bit more than usual.
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I was vaguely aware of chaos and uproar early in the morning, as mom and dad and the Relatives got themselves organized and out the door. Jesus. I knew my mom and dad could never do something as complicated as leaving the house without making a lot of noise, but apparently it ran in the family. Dad and Uncle Steve spent about 15 minutes right outside my door arguing about the best route to take. Mom and Aunt Michelle were yakking about something in the living room, and they were almost loud enough to drown out their husbands. I rolled over and covered my head with a pillow. I was back in dreamland before they left.
I woke up horny. I just lay in bed and rolled around, stretching, and okay maybe touching myself a little. Mmmm...hard frisky nipples this morning...warm throbby pussy, maybe just a little damp up in there...my fingers drifting down to touch my panties...my mind drifting around, looking for an actionable fantasy to plug into...mmmm, yes, how about my naked ass swaying while a hot guy stared at me with fierce eyes...
...while Cousin Mike stared at me with fierce eyes...
EEEK! Ewww, COUSIN, gross! My hand jerked away from my panties, and I sat up quickly, wide awake now. Jesus, what was wrong with me? I almost started jilling to Smug Mike perving on my ass? So wrong. Ok, hot...but wrong. I was gonna need to process this. I still felt horny as fuck, but...it was gonna have to wait.
I checked the clock, and it was already past 10:00 am. I remembered I was supposed to call my best friend Eve today. I looked on my nightstand but couldn't find my phone, so I realized I probably left it in the living room. Surprisingly, my mom hadn't bothered to wake me up to yell at me about it.
I rolled out of bed and got a good stretch. Oooh, it felt good. My body was kind of warm and tingly. I think my body had built up pretty good endorphin load while I was fingering myself earlier.
I took a good look at myself in the full-length mirror next to my door. Oh my, if Mike could see me now...STOP THAT.
But the mirror didn't lie. I looked like a snack. Curvy yet tight little body, barely clad in translucent pink. My dirty little secret was that I Iiked sleeping in sexy sleepwear, and my employee discount had helped me buy a few hot items.
Today I was wearing the one that was probably the most...well...slutty. The top was a little half-camisole, thin spaghetti straps over the shoulders, loose and very low neckline...and not much else. It stopped about halfway between my boobs and my panty line. The bottom hem hung saucily away from my skin because...well...my boobs are pretty big. It was designed to be loose and roomy so the girls could move around freely. It was silky and light and it fluttered over my prominent nipples like the fingertips of a shy lover. Not quite see-thru, but sexy sheer.
The bottom half of the outfit was a tiny, lacy, unlined thong. Not quite a g-string, but not far away.
My mom would definitely not approve of my naughty habit, but I do my own laundry and cover up with a robe outside my room, so like I said, my little secret. And I've been "between boyfriends" for a while, so I haven't had a chance to show off to anyone. Well, except my friend Eve, I'd sent her a couple of selfies...mmm, Eve...that's another story, I'll get to that one later...
So... checking myself out. I turned my ass to the mirror and looked over my shoulder. Sort of the view Mike had last night...STOP THAT. Yeah, ass looked killer, no doubt. The little thong hid nothing as the thin strip was just swallowed up by my full, bubbly ass cheeks, which folded beautifully into my thick but firm thighs. Eve says my boobs are amazing, but my ass is world class. Oh, gorgeous Eve...
Turning to face the mirror again, I scoped myself top to bottom. Bare shoulders, tan with nice definition, one thin spaghetti strap dangling. My full boobs, borderline C/D cups, depending on the bra. And no bra now, of course, so they jiggled teasingly. A lot of cleavage...I mean a LOT. A moderate forward lean might bare the nipples to wandering eyes. The underarms were scooped out a bit, so you might catch some sideboob if you were lucky. The thin material did nothing to contain the randy swelling of my nipples. It was sheer enough that you could just make out the circular outline of my dark aureolas in the right light.
My tummy was nicely bared. Not quite flat washboard, but you could see the ab definition under a thin layer of girly softness.
The panties...oh my, little tufts of girl fur trying to peek out the top, and a few dark, stray hairs on the sides. Definitely needed to do some grooming before I accepted any pool party invitations. And my legs...my third best feature, according to lovely Eve...power in the firm thighs, but enough length for me to have been a decent volleyball player when I was in high school.
Overall, a very enticing package, and right now a minimally wrapped one. Ha! Pervy Cousin Mike should be so lucky.
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I rarely had the house to myself in the mornings, so it felt sweetly decadent to leave the privacy of my room without covering up. My wispy top fluttered against my bare skin as I waltzed down the hall. My hot, humid pussy felt a refreshing tingle as air-conditioned swirls slid between my thighs. My boobs gloried in their braless freedom as I bounced down the stairs. Oh fuck, I felt young and beautiful and exposed and horny. I smelled coffee and hoped my parents had left some for me. My feet stepped onto the cool linoleum kitchen floor as I headed toward the living room.
Cousin Mike sat at the kitchen table, staring out the window as he sipped a cup of coffee.
I let out a little high-pitched gasp and froze. The two worst things I could have done. He was looking away, so I might have been able to just turn tail before he saw me and run back upstairs to get a bathrobe. Worst case, he might've caught a tantalizing flash, but it wouldn't be the end of the world.
Instead, the little EEK had, of course, caused his head to spin immediately in my direction, so he got an eyeful. But he was still jumpy with surprise, apparently thinking he had the place to himself, so I probably could have fled quickly and still played it off later with only minor embarrassment.
But instead, after signaling my nearly nude presence, I went deer-in-the-headlights and just stood there as he stared. I could see his eyes go from surprised to confused to enthusiastic to pervy in the space of about one second. I was standing awkwardly, one foot forward and slightly off balance, and my body corrected without thinking, taking another jiggly half step forward. The thin fabric slid across my bouncy boobs and further hardened my nipples. Some part of my brain knew they were thrusting obscenely toward his eager eyes. That sent a jolt through my chest and into my tummy and beyond. My whole body went hot-cold-hot and my skin went bright pink.
