Well, with the promise of an extra treat ...

Angus hesitated, looking at the black and white dress in his hand, and then at the tent in his pants. During all of his inner turmoil, his cock had remained honest and hard as a rock - but it wasn't wearing the maid outfit that excited him. It was what it ultimately represented: being a subservient little cockslut for Janet and at the end, his sticky reward.

So he did the only thing that seemed right to him. Putting the dress down next to him, Angus began to sway and twist to some unheard beat, turning and twirling as he ran his hands over his sides, pulling up his shirt briefly to flash his midriff at his lewdly grinning cousin before turning around and presenting his ass to her. Angus' face burned hotly - while he was fit and toned, he by no means possessed the kind of physique he'd expect a male stripper to have.

"Very nice, cockslut. Let me see some skin!" Somehow, Janet's lewd commentary from the bed made Angus' cock throb and pulse. He was more embarrassed than he'd ever been - but also hornier than ever before, with his heart hammering in his throat. Gyrating his hips, Angus slowly pulled his shirt over his head, still facing away from Janet. "Yeah, that's it! Show me those titties, cockslut!"

Of course, Angus didn't have any, but his nipples still felt strangely sensitive as he used his shirt to cover his pecs before turning around... to see his cousin lying on the bed, both her shafts about as hard as his own, most definitely smaller prick, and her hands languidly stroking both mouthwatering cocks. Angus' grin was instantly replaced by a slack-jawed expression of pure need - he could already smell the pre only just beginning to ooze from Janet's urethras! As Janet chuckled and kept teasing her drooling shafts, putting on a show of her own, Angus fought to get his own drooling under control. He was only halfway done stripping, and he still had to put on the maid outfit!

Slowly lowering the shirt to Janet's whooping encouragements, Angus finally revealed his flat, manly pectoral muscles. Living in a coastal city, he'd been to the beach quite often, never being embarrassed about running around in nothing more than swimming trunks. But somehow, with Janet leering at his chest and stroking her cocks, it felt as if he was doing something naughty, as if he'd bared something shamefully lewd to his cousin. Indeed, Angus moved his arms to cover his chest, putting both hands over his nipples, breath hitching in his throat as he brushed over the sensitive flesh.

"Aww, is my little cockslut embarassed about his widdle tiddies?" Janet was stroking her cocks faster now, eyes still fixed on Angus' chest as her breathing grew heavier. "But you're not done, Angie. I wanna see that little prick of yours."

Swallowing hard, Angus lowered his hands again, embarrassed about being, well, embarrassed. Why was he even hiding his pecs? They were nothing to be ashamed about! He was a man... and about to bare the rock-hard proof of that fact to his cousin. Not doing it didn't even cross his mind; and as he began to shimmy out of his shorts, his heart just about leaping out of his throat as he felt the fabric of his boxers slide over his ass. He hadn't been fully naked in front of a member of the other sex in years, and even if it was his cousin and she was now sporting twin erections that eclipsed his own, Angus couldn't help but feel himself grow hornier with every passing second.

He barely took the time to make things sexy as he slipped his pants down, only wiggling his hips a little, until he finally stood stark naked before his cousin, face heating up even more under Janet's appreciative look - that wandered over Angus' entire body, lingering on his throbbing cock and his chest, making Angus cover himself up once more. He knew it was stupid, irrational, but he felt he had to.

"Not bad, not bad... But you know what would be better?" Janet fixed her cousin with a lewd, hungry stare and nodded towards the dress on the floor. "Put it on, then I'll give you your reward."

The maid outfit felt ridiculous - and oddly sensual. Soft and nice on Angus' skin. But he was still wearing a dress, with puffy white arms that barely reached halfway down his biceps, the front too wide and billowing over his flat chest, the skirt not even hanging down to mid-thigh and lifted up by his erect dick. Which only seemed to get harder with every new embarrassment.

"Who knew my cockslut would look this cute?" While Angus had fought with his embarrassment, Janet had gotten up and stepped right in front of him, lifting up Angus' head by cupping his chin. The fact that her cocks were poking into his crotch made Angus blush an even deeper crimson. "Are you ready for your treat?"