Living Room

You enter the house and can tell that Diddy & Lexi are in the living room. You are about to turn the corner when you hear what the girls are talking about. "Oh, classic John" Diddy says.

"I can't believe how much of a chicken John is." Lexi adds.

"I'm pretty sure he wants to do both of us too." Diddy says.

"Why do you say that?"

"Just shit he asks me. Tryin' to be cool and casual to get any remotely sexual details about us."

"He doesn't"

"Oh he does. All under the guise of he's just trying to be concerned too. Such a perv." Diddy states

"No kidding, the other night I came down in my little boy briefs and without a bra. It was a little cold and I don't think he ever actually took his eyes off my chest."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I didn't even try to hide it to not give away I caught him staring." Lexi answers.

"It's sort of a compliment, all he does is try and feel me up with poor excuses for touching me."

"He does that to me too. He's brushed my nipples more than a couple times too."

"Why don't you just wear something more covering when he's around then?"

"It's fun to screw with him. He's so sad and ****." Lexi reveals her less than honorable intent.

Having heard enough you head to your room. You open the door and the lights are out, you just lay back on the bed, and when you go to relax you feel skin on your arm. "What the..." you start

"Is somebody there..." You hear a girls voice.

"Oh, sorry I didn't know anyone was in here."

"John?"

"Yeah, who are you?" You get up to turn on the lights, but you feel her hand grab your wrist.

"It's Sara. Please don't. I have a terrible headache right now." Sara is your cousin. She often gets bad headaches. Unusual for her to be in town though since she lives out of state.

"Okay, I won't. But why are you here?" You ask.

"Oh, I have a shoot down hear. Your Dad offered your room for me to use while I was in town." Sara responds. "I thought you knew."

You now realize your dad did ask you if company could use your room, you just didn't bother asking who. You probably should have since you have a small stash of nude photos exposing a couple girls you know. Including your best friend's girl, who she knows.

"Oh, didn't know it was going to be you." You reply "What a pleasant surprise. Anything I can get for you to help with that headache?"

"No it's okay, the darkness is helping." Sara says.

"Do you mind if I stay in here for a little bit? Diddy and Lexi are trash-talking me out there."

"Really? I'm sorry. She can be kind of a bitch can't she? Feel free to stay as long as you like. Its your room after all." Sara says.

You lay down on your bed next to Sara. It's probably a good thing the lights are out, you've always had a tendency to admire her looks. She's only a couple years older than you, tall at 5'9 with a model's body. She usually has a good natural tan and long straight black hair and beautiful green eyes. Her breasts are a B or C cup, you could never really tell. Never had any great opportunities to admire her. Whenever she was looking her best, she was surrounded by other people. You didn't even notice how hot she was until she published a photo shoot of her modeling some barely modest white panties and bras. She looked amazing and ever since can't resist sexual thoughts of her. The best or possible worst part is that she's very intelligent, compassionate, and giving as well. But has only ever dated jerks or questionably reputable guys. "Why are girls so mean?" You ask.

"We're not mean. You just haven't met the right one yet."

"No, Lexi & Diddy are complete bitches, so is her mom. And all the girls I've ever asked out being completely immature, mean, or liars. The only nice, smart, and pretty ones seem to date jerks."

"Not all of them do. You just need to get your confidence up."

"It's not my confidence which is the problem. They really do all date jerks." You rotate over to look at her "Just look at you. In all honestly you are beautiful, brilliant and kind. But all your boyfriends turned out to be dicks."

"No, not Brett... wait he dumped me and immediately started dating a prettier, richer girl."

"Girls like you just don't see what guys like me have to offer."

"Yeah, maybe..." She answers.

You roll back onto your back and you both relax again. She is relaxing and could go back to sleep soon. This is the first time you two have been alone since you realized how much of hottie she was. If goes back to sleep it'll end, but you can't **** her awake, she'll probably ask you to leave.