Miranda gains a new fetish. Part 1.

Billy woke up alone, after shaking his head several times to clear the remaining stars spinning round he remembered what had happened, he grumbled as he stood up slowly.

This had to end, and quickly, he needed to win against Miranda, and hd had to do it today.

After hearing nothing downstairs he looked for his mom's car but couldn't see it on the road, so he grabbed a few energy bars, and went back to his room, he tried to find the Loaded gloves but couldn't see them anywhere.

He spent the next Half hour training, pretending to dodge invisible punches, and trying desperately to not get distracted by Images of his Sexy Milf Mom or his Beautiful Cousin.

" Focus you idiot! You have to win!" He said to himself.

He heard the door open and laughing erupted from the living room.

" Are you up Billy?" His mom called up.

" Y...yeah!"

" well we're going to get miranda changed for the rematch! Come downstairs in about twenty minutes" Heather said, then the living room door closed.

The next twenty minutes went by agonisingly slow, they were the longest twenty minutes of his life.

" Ok Billy we're ready!" Heather yelled.

" ok....you can do this...you are going to win" he said, grabbing his old boxing gloves and heading downstairs, he hadn't changed out of his Pj's though, there was always the possibility of him loosing and he at least wanted to be comfortable when he woke up again.

He opened the door and walked in slowly.

" right, are r...r....rrrrreeeeeady?" He said, stopping dead as he saw Miranda.

" what's the matter?" Miranda asked innocently.

Miranda stood there, dressed in only a black frilly bra and a blue thong, wearing the loaded gloves.

Miranda usually wore rather conservative clothes, so seeing her very nearly naked, with her breasts pushed up, and her Arse practically on show was incredibly distracting, billy needed to win, but all he really wanted was to fall asleep nestled in her chest.

He turned and he very nearly fainted at the sight of his mom, Heather had on a very tight black leather catsuit on, it clung to her body almost like a second skin, leaving very little to the imagination.

If Heather needed any more proof about her suspicions she had them now, Billy was practically drooling at his cousins, and heathers body, if he'd been a cartoon, love hearts would've replaced his eyes.

" u...umm...what....?" Billy stammered out.

" are we wearing?...well while you had a nice lie in we went shopping! Does my Bum look big in this?" She asked, slowly spinning for him.

" I....I....." he stammered out before Miranda Giggled.

" are you ready for our rematch?"

" of course he is!" Heather said, pushing him foreword.

" you'll be fine, your a great boxer, remember?" Heather said, taking a seat on the sofa.

Billy shook his head, trying to stay focused, he had to win this match, no matter how sexy his cousin looked.

" ROUND ONE" Heather announced.