Kurt

Whatever composure Heather regained as the bottle spun around, she lost when it stopped and pointed to her older cousin. The brunette cheerleader rolled her eyes as she walked towards Kurt, who had a shit-eating grin plastered all over his face.

“I swear Kurt, if you enjoy this or say something stupid, I’ll slap the shit out of you!” Heather threatened.

“Ooh Baby! I love it when you talk dirty to me!” Kurt responded.

Heather rolled her eyes again as she looked over her cousin’s clothing. When he winked at her, she nearly lost her shit.

“Tick! Tock! Ravers!” exclaimed Taylor as she pointed to her watch.

“Hurry up Sexy, so we can get on with the show!” Kurt said, thrusting his pelvis towards his little cousin.

Heather’s lips formed the shape of her patented grin as her hands moved towards Kurt’s belt. The college freshman couldn’t help but get an erection at the thought of being undressed. His celebrating was short-lived as he soon realized that instead of taking off his shorts, Heather was merely taking off his belt.

“Aww man, that’s bullshit!” Kurt exclaimed as he bent over to spin the bottle.

CRACK!

The sound of leather hitting skin filled the living room of the cabin.

“OWWWWW!” Kurt shouted as his hand soothed his stinging ass cheek. “WHAT THE—“

CRACK!

Everyone looked up to see Heather smiling like the Devil as she held her cousin’s belt in her hand.

“I told you! If you enjoyed it or said something stupid, I’d slap the shit out of you!” Heather laughed as she raised her hand to hit Kurt with the belt again.

“NO MORE! NO MORE! I SWEAR I’LL BEHAVE!” Kurt pleaded almost in tears from the pain.

“Okay then, Cousin. Spin the bottle! Just remember, though: I’m holding on to your belt!” Heather warned him.