Something entirely inappropriate.

Angus tried to protest as his cousin pulled him through the house, but everything he said was brushed off. And for some reason, Janet had no trouble at all overpowering him. Once they had reached Janet's room, Angus felt himself pushed onto the bed, sitting awkwardly as Janet began to rummage through her closet. She still hadn't put away her cocks, and Angus could catch glimpses of them swinging between her legs when she bent over or turned.

"J-Janet, I can jus--"

"Hush, Angie. Let me look for your reward, alright?"

So Angus closed his mouth, feeling slightly awkward - he was sitting on the very bed Janet had beat off her massive, twin shafts yesterday. Her thick, tasty, throbbing-- Why exactly was he lusting for his cousin's cocks? It was freaky enough that she had them! It disturbed Angus how little this bothered him. In fact, he was he was beginning to feel hot and bothered, his average shaft beginning to harden. But before he could give in and start touching himself, Janet laughed triumphantly and turned around with something black and white in her hands. Angus boggled.

"You want me to wear that?!"

"What, don't you like it?"

"Don't like it?" Angus stared at his cousin in disbelief. "That's a French maid dress!"

"Yup. And you'll look really cute in it - so fitting for my little cockslut." Somehow, Janet made the 'cockslut' sound like a loving petname.

"No. No way. I'll look so stupid, Janet..."

"Aww, don't be like that, Angie. Do me the favor..." Pushing the black and white dress, complete with apron and puffy sleeves, into Angus' arms, Janet leaned forwards to whisper in his ear. "...And I'll let you suck my dicks again."

Angus' head whipped up, face burning and mouth dry - for about a second before he started salivating uncontrollably and within a few seconds had to swallow his drool lest it drip down his chin as he asked:

"You... no, I can't... please don't make me..."

Janet only smirked and wiggled her hips to make her cocks swing from left to right and slap against her soft thighs. She knew as well as Angus that he was only putting up a token protest - his cock was so desperately hard that it tented his shorts, the unmistakable bulge throbbing with need. There was no other possible outcome except...

"I... Janet, p-please..." Angus couldn't even look at her. His eyes were glued to her fat, swinging cocks, and now he was drooling, hastily swiping off his saliva and closing his mouth as soon as he realized. "Please..."

Angus didn't even know anymore what he was begging for. He only knew that his mouth was achingly empty, that he craved Janet's thick, salty spunk, that he would do anything... then why didn't he just do as she said? There were worse things than wearing strange clothes. Going without licking his cousin's flesh lollipop for example. Extending his hand, face burning fiercely, Angus felt Janet push the maid outfit into his palm. It felt surprisingly nice, soft and almost silky.

"There you go, that's a good little cockslut..." Flopping down on the bed, sitting up against the backboard and with her legs spread so her mighty cocks were on display, Janet grinned at Angus. "Go ahead, Angie, get dressed properly. Oh, and... you'll be going commando, of course. I'm not letting you ruin this cute dress with your ugly boxers."

Angus opened his mouth to protest, but the sight of Janet's slowly engorging members shut him up rather quick. His lips and tongue twitched as he remembered the taste and feel of his cousin's thick cocks, and Angus realized that he absolutely had become Janet's obedient little cockslut. There was no way he could live without either of her fat shafts. Whatever she asked of him, Angus would do, just for the promise of that irresistible taste, the cloying, salty thickness...

"If you're done drooling, get to changing, cockslut." Janet traced one finger of her right over her left shaft as it rose from her leg, a teasing grin on her face. "And if you make it sexy enough, I might have a special treat for you."