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Chapter 5

What's next?

Eric is rather beautiful

When your Auntie first opens the door to your cousins room the first thing that hits you is the smell, its so sweet, so feminine and flowery it makes your heart flutter as if a beautiful woman drenched in perfume had just brushed passed you.

Then your eyes settle on the room's decor, soft pastle pink walls and appaulstry set against gentle cream furniture centred around a large four poster princess bed. The bed is draped with pink sheets and covered in soft toys. This is clearly the room of some sickeningly feminine girly girl.

It doesn't take long for your brain to calm down from the sensory overload and take in the figure sat across the room with his back to you. Your brain honestly refuses to believe you're looking at your cousin Eric, the figure sat at the vanity across from you has long bleach blonde hair pulled into two loose, low hanging pigtails secured with pink lace bows. A soft white tee hangs off his slender, pale shoulders but doesn't quite reach the bottom of his back, you imagine it shows off a fair amound of midriff in the front. You can see through the gap in the hot pink chair he sits on that he's wearing no trousers, his rather shapely bottom is being hugged by a pair of pink cotton low cut panties, the soft colour standing out agsinst his flawless pale skin.

Your Auntie smirks as she sees your jaw agape at the sight of Eric, she clears her throat and you turn your head to look at her and Eric turns around after jumping a little, a pair of neon pink headphones falling from his periced ears. "Erica sweet heart you remember your cousin Alex? he'll be staying with us for a little while over the summer." She says motioning to you.

You turn to Eric and make eye contact, you feel your cheeks go flush as you look over the stunning girl facing you. Deep emerald eyes framed by dark mascara and pastle pink eye shadow, soft lips painted a matching pink and you swear theres a slight hint of glitter on her- his, on his cheeks.

Eric's cheeks burn an embarrassed red colour as he quickly graps a cushion and uses it to sheild his torso from your view. You break eye contact and smile awkwardky.

"Now now Erica, you have nothing to hide. We're all family here sweat heart." Your aunt says with a slight tut

Do you say hello first?

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