Stacy sends me

"You really ought to answer the doorbell, Lucy!" my cousin Stacy says as the deep, resounding tones ring through the stone walls of the cottage once again.

I know my recently arrived cousin is right. I was so enjoying the attention of her wet little tongue on the heated flesh of my bared asscheeks, though. Even if it was she who caused the stinging sensation on my smooth round bum.

I get to my feet and look at the fiery redhead. "Are you sure you can behave here until I return?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, Cousin Lucy!" Anastacia smiles, drawling out my name, purposely drawing attention to what would be an incestuous relationship, for the benefit of my website's clientele.

I move to the back of the room, to the dresser drawers, still within view of my webcam.

As I move to tug the elastic legbands of my athletic briefs from the thong-like state Stacy had helped them into, she stops me with a shout. "Don't you dare cover that arse, or you get even more of a tanning when you get back!" she orders, for the benefit of the webcam's audience.

I open the drawer and pull out a little spandex skirt. "No covering up, either!" Stacy again orders, this time sounding in a bit of a snit. "Go down as you are and answer the door!" she continues. "Hurry, before they leave!"

Stacy does have a point there. It wouldn't do for the people moving in Uncle Ken's things to report they couldn't make the delivery! I scamper for my bedroom door and head down the staircase. As I head for the door, I see Stacy plop herself down on the computer desk's chair. "What shall I do in the meantime?" Stacy asks, facing the computer monitor, as well as the webcam's lens. She slides the tennis racket shaft back and forth in her small hands.