She gets to record it

Katie takes her phone from her pocket. "That I get to record it." She smiles a naughty, semi-nervous smile. Then she waits for you to react.

You have to react. But it's not easy since you can barely wrap your brain around what the fuck is going on. This is unreal. It certainly can't be serious.

Katie has always been playful in bed, but she's just done what? Demanded that she get a video of your cousin, your all time #1 crush (aside from your girlfriend, probably) sucking you off.

Your mind races to find any context in which to place this. A few months ago you and Katie were up late, feeling horny together, looking at some porn clips online. Katie's not crazy for porn but she likes some of it well enough. You've never minded this quality in a girlfriend. And at the time you didn't think too much of it, but now you recall how she had no interest in the professional stuff, but the videos of boyfriends filming their girlfriends blowing them.

Could that by why this is happening? Or part of why this is happening? Some combination of Nikki's naughtiness bringing out Katie's naughtiness.

But you start to suspect that by the time you're done pondering the utter unbelievability of your situation, it may be over without you realizing it. Nikki has already pulled her tank top off.

You stare at her breasts, squeezed into her bra and then not, exposed, smallish, excited pink nipples. They look absolutely lovely to you. You think for a moment, should you be staring at them? Should you be looking her in the eyes instead? Does she really mind? Does anything matter?

You glance over at Katie, smiling recording you staring at your cousins tits. And by the time you look back Nikki is on her knees crawling over to you.

This is happening. This is really happening.

You spread your legs. She finds a place between them. "I'm sorry I didn't know how you felt about me earlier. This could have been your regular birthday present." Hearing those words come from her mouth makes you hard, harder, harder every second.

She rubs your bulge. She unzips your pants. She reaches inside your zipper and grabs a hold of your cock, flesh on flesh making contact. Her hand. Your throbbing member.

But before pulling it out she turns to Katie, who is standing close now, getting every moment on her phone, smiling. And Nikki says something to her.