Sarah

You see Sarah walking in, carrying a light blue plastic basket underneath one arm while running her spare hand through her dark hair. She hums a tune while she does it, before stopping as she notices you.

"Oh, hey cuz," she says. "What's going on?"

"Not much," you shrug. "Working."

"I can see that. I heard you lost a bet, so you're doing all our laundry for us."

"Yeah, something like that."

Your cousin smiles, leaning in.

"I heard it was because you couldn't get enough woman's panties, ya little perv!"

"Does it matter?" you say, trying not to blush.

"Aw, come on, don't be embarrassed that you're not the ladies' man you thought you were!" she laughs, clearly amused by your discomfort. "You may be cute, but your head is WAAAYYY to big for your shoulders if you're making bets like that."

Did she say you're cute? Well, that's certainly interesting. You take a moment to look her over. She certainly has a slender, sexy body, with a great figure. She's a good bum and nice tits, certainly, and very soft skin. There's definitely an element of taboo that's making her so hot, but you know she's a gorgeous...

"Cat got your tongue?" Sarah teases, as you're brought back to reality.

"Jesus, shut up and just dump your laundry there for me, I'll get to it next."

"Alright, loser!" she says, sticking her tongue out at you.

However, too distracted to tease you, the basket tips, as a few articles of clothing fall onto the ground, and she mumbles a curse word.