I give him a twerk

Dinner was silent. Having my friend, Traci, be such a deceitful bitch came really hard. Kyle seems to also not be in a talkative mood. For quite a while, the only sounds that were heard were those of our forks against the porcelain plates.

I decide to break the silence and say, “Thanks for cleaning my room, by the way. It hasn’t been this clean in years.”

Kyle shrugs and says, “I had nothing to do. Besides, I felt like I still had to show my gratitude for letting me stay here while my parents are in Italy.”

Aww that’s so nice of him.

“I am already grateful for you simply being here.” I say.

When I see Kyle bring a glass of water to his lips, I decide to play another prank on him.

“You didn’t jack off into my panties, did you?” I ask.

His surprise at me asking it so directly makes him spit the water back into the glass. As Kyle is coughing, I start snickering.

“What’s wrong, cuz? Not need to start blushing. It was just a joke.” I say.

But when I think about it, I don’t think I would mind if he did.

Then I cock my head and ask, “Or did you?”

“Of course, I didn’t.” Kyle says. “Only creeps would do that.”

After that it was silent again for a bit. It gives me the chance to think about how to ‘reward’ Kyle for slapping my butt. I could always flash him my boobs but that doesn’t feel like enough. Let him feel my boobs? I might be coming on too strong then. Oh, I got it. I can rub my butt against his lap. I can then also disguise it as giving him a dance. You know, a twerk.

When we finish eating, we decide to do the dishes together. Once that is done, I look at Kyle and say, “Right, about your reward …”

“Ok, what did I win.” Kyle asks.

I take Kyle’s hand and lead him to a corner. To his left is the furnace where he cooked dinner, to his right is the sink where we cleaned the dishes, and in front of him is me, his sexy cousin.

“Tell me, cuz. Have you ever had a girl twerk with you?” I ask.

“Uuh, can’t say that I have.” Kyle replies.

My heart flutters. I am going to be his first twerk. I smile and say, “Time to change that.”

I then turn around and press my back against his chest. Not only that but I also push my butt against his lap. Then I start moving my body up and down. I immediately feel the erection he has for me. Ah yes. The proof that he sees me as a mate. I want it so bad. I feel Kyle trying to move away, but I won’t let him escape so easily. I simply push back against him and **** him back into the corner.

“What’s wrong, Kyle?” I ask. “You’re not embarrassed, are you?”

“Athena, you shouldn’t be doing this.” Kyle says.

“Why not? Chad loved it when I danced with him like this.” I reply.

I bite my lower lip and focus on the feeling of Kyle’s hard rod pressing against my butt cheeks. If only he was a bit more cooperative.

“Come on, Kyle. Dance with me.” I say. “Put your hands on my hips.”

I see Kyle raise his hands to grab me where I told him to. But he then stops just shy of grabbing me. Dammit, Kyle. Don’t tease me like this. I quickly grab his hands and place them on my hips. Yes, Kyle. Grab me like you’re fucking me from behind.

When I feel like he’s not going to pull his hands away any more, I bend forward. I place my hands on my knees for some support, I arched my back, and I start twerking. Then I start slapping my butt against his dick.

This is amazing. It is almost like Kyle is already fucking me. The only things left to do is for us to ditch our clothes and connect. If only I can get him to get rid of his cursed pants.

After a bit more twerking, I stand back up again. I press my back against his chest and turn my head to look at him.

“Well, Kyle? What did think of your reward?” Athena asks.

“I-I … it’s nice.” He stutters.

“You know. It would be even better if you dropped your pants.” I suggest. “Care to take them off for me?”