The cousins negotiate terms

Ashley tilted dangerously far over the back of the living room couch. At the end of the hallway, Heather and Kurt were talking, their faces inscrutable.

“Come oooon, Heather!” she called in a sing-song voice. “The sooner you put your mouth to good use, the sooner it'll be oooover!”

Heather flipped her off, so the blonde had **** but to start gurgling around an invisible cock.

No one to blame but yourself, Heather. She'd specified “somebody.” No restraints. With Ashley's boyfriend as the prize, she should've expected the worst.

Urgh. Kurt's eyes drifted over the hard nubs under her bikini top, the flush on her chest from her marathon session, and his swimsuit was already tenting. But then a description of what the older girls had done to each other, and then her, and then each other, might be enough to finish him off...

“No.”

Heather jolted back to the conversation.

“Did you just seriously turn me down, or is this some new kind of negging?”

“Don't treat me like an idiot, Heather. You want to jack me off just to win a dare? What are you getting out of this?”

Urgh.

“If I win, and I... get you off... in front of the others. Then." She swallowed, throat scratchy. "Then I get to sleep with Brandon.”

“The boyfriend.”

“Yeah. Not a threesome. Just us.”

Ashley waved madly at them, and Kurt waved coolly in return.

“Ashley has to watch. And you have to at least look like you're enjoying yourself.”

Heather scowled, but she followed his gaze. Ashley hung over the couch, her own perky boobs trying to bounce free of her white bikini. She hadn't considered where Ashley would sleep tonight. Of course it was the first thing on Kurt's mind. “This isn't about me, is it.”

“No. Well," he backpedaled, "a little, but not entirely.” A nod back towards the living room. “Now let's be good cousins and give each other a—”

“Assistance,” she interrupted.

“Damn. I was only gonna ask for a hand, but if you're offering your ass...”

“You bastard,” but she couldn't help smiling as he mugged at her. A little of his old playfulness, perfectly camouflaged with his present day piggishness. Kurt Johnson in summary.

He's not your family, she pepped herself as they walked back to the living room. Don't think about that. He's just some guy you know. Some guy with a nice dick and a bad attitude. Just hit it and quit it.

“Alright,” Heather sighed. “When are we gonna do this?”