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story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
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Rascal Cousin
by CrackCorn
15-year-old boy needs to spend a year with relatives, including a female cousin focused on mercilessly teasing him
I'm Dennis. I was an only child. My parents were in the diplomatic
corps. Just before I entered 10th grade they called me into the living
room, sat me down and told me they were to be deployed to a small Asian
country for a year. Considering the school options there, and current
political turmoil, they thought it best to have me continue in my
regular school in our town. They arranged that Uncle Bob and Aunt
Margaret, who lived near us, would take me in for the year. I could
continue at my regular school where I was well established, played
sports and had friends.
I was disappointed that I'd be
displaced for a year, but grateful not having to deal with a new
school, a new culture, and god knows what language. Aunt and Uncle were
jovial, easy-going people. The only possible hitch was their daughter
Daisy: 4 years older than I, good-looking in a bony sort of way, but a
loner known to have a mean streak. As I knew from experience she liked
to needle people. I'd once seen her at a family reunion unkindly rat on
some cousins.
A couple weeks later I moved in. Two big
suitcases of clothes, a small box of electronics, and a bigger box of
my sports stuff. In high school I ran track and cross-country and
played basketball. They showed me to a room upstairs. It connected to a
bathroom which also connected to Daisy's room. Mom & Dad sat on my
new bed and talked over the separation with me. Daisy appeared, peeked
in, and maybe tried to be a little pleasant. I could see that her
formerly bony self had developed into a rather curvy womanly figure.
Mom eyed Daisy's now-handsome figure, and remembering her reputation
gave me a look as if to say "Wow! She could be trouble!" As a
fast-developing 15-year-old I thought she looked pretty good, but kept
in mind her habit of being irritating. And I feared she might be sizing
me up as a live-in victim or plaything.
All 6 of us had dinner
together. I got a lot of attention as the guy who would lose his
parents for a year. Daisy seemed grumpy, and gave a few unhappy looks
while the rest of us were in good spirits. Finally Mom and Dad left me
with my temporary new family. Aunt Margaret said she'd clean up and
asked Daisy to see if I needed anything in my room. Daisy led the way
upstairs. I couldn't keep my eyes off her rear end. The first thing she
did was grab my underwear out of my suitcase.
"Oh!" she said,
"so you like boxers, no tighty-whiteys. I guess they give your boy
parts more room to grow." She rummaged around, found a jock strap, and
dangled it from a finger. "And this is where you keep the goodies
during sports! They don't look too roomy, but you're only 14."
"15. I'll be 16 soon," I corrected her. She looked at me as though
appraising my growth potential, and stared at my crotch. I thought: it
could be a tough year putting up with this one. I considered how
socially isolated she was. I wondered how she handled what seemed like
such a lonely life, and how she couldn't seem to help being unpleasant.
The next morning Auntie called us to breakfast; bacon, bagels, juice,
and a relatively new treat for me: coffee. Daisy came in wearing a
large pajama top partially unbuttoned. It went down to her knees. I
wondered if she had panties on below. I wasn't used to seeing female
bodies and was certainly curious. She dropped a fork and bent to pick
it up. Her PJ top drooped in my direction. I had a nice view of lovely
breasts with perky nipples. This was the first of a slew of teases.
That evening I was watching international news as assigned by my social
studies teacher. Daisy came into the living room wearing a t-shirt
stretched tightly over her chest, but it somehow didn't look right.
"Damn, this thing is on backwards!" she said, "Dennis, close your eyes
so I can turn this damn shirt around." Right in front of me she lifted
the bottom hem up and gave me a devastating stare. So I closed my eyes
(almost completely). Still facing me she pulled the t-shirt over her
head. No bra, just lovely tits! She reversed it while watching me and
put it slowly back on.
I looked up and saw that Aunt
Margaret had watched this teasing scene from the kitchen doorway–she
seemed amused. "Don't mind Daisy" she said, "she just likes to mess
with people. Pay her no mind." I wondered how I could possibly ignore
Daisy's mischief when I was so curious about girls' bodies, and when
Daisy had such a nice one. Maybe Auntie hoped my presence would somehow
soften some of Daisy's unpleasantness.
I was able to spend
some days and evenings with school friends who lived nearby. The
weather was hot. Daisy got home after her office job, and changed into
"comfortable" clothes with loose tops, obviously no bra, and invariably
showing her lovely legs. Every evening I looked forward to seeing her
outfit, if not her facial expressions which were sometimes blank,
sometimes challenging.
During my second week with the family
Daisy started trouble with the shared bathroom. One evening I was in
the shower (which happened to have a clear glass door). As instructed I
had locked the door to her room. I heard heard her banging loudly
saying she needed to pee. I quickly rinsed off, but not quickly enough.
She came in through my bedroom and caught me naked in the shower. "I
gotta go," she said, staring and holding a towel toward me. I grabbed
it and started to wrap it around me. As I walked out wet she was
already pulling down her little undies to pee. The wild ride with this
cousin was escalating.
At bedtime she'd sometimes be quiet in
the bathroom, maybe waiting for me to walk in on her. The first time
this happened she was flossing in a thin t-shirt below which were only
her long pale legs. Stupefied, I admired her lovely pale legs. In the
mirror she stared me down and said "Why don't you take a picture? It'll
last longer." Apologizing, I quickly exited.
The next time
she was brushing her hair in a very sheer nighty. She ignored me.
"Aren't you supposed to lock the door?" I asked. She just said she
forgot and continued brushing. I couldn't help admiring her form
through the transparent material. "Don't mind me," she said, "go ahead
and pee or get naked for a shower. I don't mind." I told her I'd wait
for her to finish and slowly went back into my room. I wasn't sure how
to navigate in this seemingly inappropriate yet exciting environment.
Next morning I told Uncle Bob about this incident. He seemed to enjoy
the tale. As if fondly reminiscing, he said Aunt Margaret had also been
quite playful as a young woman. He told an anecdote about how Margaret
as a teenager liked to host parties where games would include removing
clothing. One game was darts where the worst shot meant the thrower had
to take something off. He said they always stopped at underwear because
there were parents in the house. The rules evolved so that the opposite
sex had do the removing of clothing items. One time when Margaret
removed his pants in front of everybody she fondled his pecker through
his undies saying "this is how it should be done." Uncle Bob said
cousin Daisy might be similarly mischievous. He opined that if she had
someone like me to goof around with it might be good for her
disposition. I reflected that she had not been so ill-humored lately.
Aunt Margaret, later that day, told me that Daisy had been easier to
live with since I arrived. It was apparent that Aunt and Uncle thought
that though Daisy was a difficult one, her shenanigans were normal, not
necessarily calling for correction.
Sports often kept me after
school. I'd sometimes practice long in the gym or on the field, and
miss showering at school, so I'd need to shower at home. Sometimes I'd
do this before dinner, but often just before bed time. One evening I
locked her door and wondered if the sound of the shower would deter her
from entering. I hung the towel over the clear glass door and
adjusted the water. After a couple minutes in she came wearing a big,
thin T-shirt. She must have come in through my bedroom. The timing
suggested she had been waiting for the shower sound. She opened the
shower door a few inches. I quickly turned away.
"Here," she
said "I'll wash your back for you." Without my saying OK or anything
else she started rubbing my back with a soapy hand while her thin
t-shirt became plastered wet against her chest. I knew this was
adventurous teasing, not an attempt to actually be helpful. I stayed
rock still. When she got to my waist she went further down and started
soaping my butt cheeks. Wow, what a feeling. I got a painful hardon,
and of course continued facing away from her.
"Thank you," I said, to indicate we were done.
"No problem," she said. "Maybe you can do that for me sometime." That
was an exciting idea! But I figured she was probably just toying with
me. Then she started brushing her teeth. In the mirror I easily
discerned her beautiful breasts. Thoughts about Daisy in the shower
disturbed my sleep that night. They recurred through the next school
day. Running and weight-training finally helped push those distracting
thoughts aside.
Daisy seemed to have few if any friends. She
didn't bring people home or visit anyone so far as I knew. But one
evening she actually brought home a co-worker, a gal she'd graduated
high school with: Sasha, a mischievous-looking cutie. We all had dinner
together, then we three young ones settled in the living room. Not
missing a chance to needle me Daisy began relating to her friend how
"Dennis likes to be washed by girls while he's taking a shower." I
protested, saying that I'd had no choice when Daisy ambushed me and
washed my back that one time. Daisy said she suspected I had liked it a
lot because I had refused to show my front. Sasha was all rapt
attention, sitting straight up in an easy chair and looking me over
intently. "Sounds like fun!" she said. I was embarrassed by this talk
and concentrated on the TV quiz show. I realized Aunt and Uncle would
not interfere with the teasing as they thought it cute, and it provided
an outlet for their grumpy daughter. Sasha gave me a goodbye hug when
she left, and while doing so strongly pressed her breasts into me.
My state of mind regarding Daisy was sure changing. At first I resented
her teasing, taking over my physical space etc. But with my adolescent
drives and curiosities, with Aunt & Uncles giving Daisy free rein,
and with pretty Sasha entering the picture, this all changed. I started
waiting for the next of Daisy's erotic challenges, and would have been
disappointed if she stopped.
A week or so later Daisy brought
Sasha back. Circumstances were perfect for teasing me. Aunt and Uncle
went out to visit an older relative. They had ordered pizza for us. I'd
had a very sweaty workout after school, hadn't showered yet and would
have to do so before bed. After we cleaned up the kitchen we again
settled in the living room. With a pert smile Sasha remarked to me
"Looks like you need a shower. Be sure to let me know. I can help."
Daisy said I was chicken-liver and that I'd probably lock the bathroom
doors. Unsure what would happen at shower time I went up to my room.
After a little homework and checking messages from my parents, I
thought I'd better take that shower. I undressed, got a bathrobe, went
into the bathroom, locked my bedroom door and both Daisy's and my
access doors, and turned on the shower. The shower sound apparently
signaled the girls that it was time to harass me.
"Hey!" I
heard Sasha yell, "we're ready to do your back!" I heard Daisy shout
"and front!" It sounded as if they were in the hall. Though irritated I
felt somewhat secure because of the locked doors. The thought of those
lurking girls somehow made me get a boner. It wasn't long before the
girls were in the bathroom. Daisy must have used a credit card or
something to overcome the latches. Perhaps she had practiced
previously. Now what the hell would happen?
Didn't take long
to find out. Sasha pulled open the shower door and reached in with a
sudsy bar of soap."Could you please leave?" I asked. This only elicited
laughter. Pretty soon both girls crowded in and stroked my back and
butt. My boner got huge. Embarrassed, I kept facing the wall. Sasha:
"He's being difficult. My clothes are getting wet. Think I should take
'em off?"
"Sure!" said Diane, "then we can do a much better job helping Dennis with his shower."
In no time both girls were naked. Sasha pressed herself into my back
and reached around me, soaped my chest and fiddled with my nipples.
Then she reached quite low on my tummy. Daisy washed up my legs and
especially inner thighs. In no time they would hit my excited boner. I
glanced back. Their wet naked bodies were mesmerizing. I realized I had
no control over these slippery girls or anything else. Part of me
admired their courageousness. I decided to just totally gave in.
"You guys give me no choice!" I said, "I give up!" I turned around.
They delighted in and fondled my wiener. "Looks like you need some help
yourselves," I said and started soaping up Sasha's breasts with my bare
hands. Almost immediately I shot an enormous load right onto them. I
went limp all over and almost fell down. The girls easily cleaned my
stuff off themselves then concentrated on thoroughly cleaning all of
me. I didn't pass up the opportunity to fondle them, but for the most
part I just succumbed to being in their power.
This was all
too much stimulation. In little while I felt another buildup in my
reborn boner, and with their deft strokes I soon shot again. It was no
longer an invasion or battle. It was simple, unprecedented, fantastic
play. When the hot water ran low we all three stepped out and toweled
each other off in the bathroom's bright light, not forgetting any
parts. None of us wanted to get dressed. We went to my bed and played
around some more. They tried with some success to re-animate my boner.
I tentatively explored their bodies. Finally Sasha said she had to go,
gave me a deep full-body naked good-by kiss, and took her clothes into
Daisy's room. Daisy, thinking the parents would soon return, left
shortly.
This ecstatic evening changed everything. I went
from being a powerless plaything to almost an equal partner. I learned
that resisting Daisy was useless, and would prevent me from amazing
experiences she and Sasha brought. I felt ready to be taken into this
sensuous almost-adult world, and was actually glad to have a determined
conductor. I realized I could almost trust her. Instead of dreading the
teasing I actually anticipated the inevitable next occurrence, no
matter when it might happen.
A couple mornings later I tested
things. Uncle wolfed breakfast and took off on an errand. Auntie asked
us to clean up and went downstairs to the laundry. Daisy, in a loose
top, bent down to load silverware in the dishwasher. I went up behind
her, pushed my projecting pants into her butt, and with both hands
reached inside her shirt to fondle her quickly hardening nipples. She
stood up, leaned back against me, and let me continue fondling while
reaching back to grab my boner. Hearing Auntie coming up the stairs I
quickly finished cleaning off the breakfast table. Going upstairs to
get my school things I took a deep breath, realizing the months-long
period of victimhood was over. And son of a bitch! Daisy became
downright pleasant to everybody in the ensuing days.
After
that ecstatic night, and others which followed, sometimes with Sasha, I
learned a lot about my body's enormous capacity for enjoyment. I began
to feel much more grown-up and confident. Daisy became downright
pleasant to be around. Eventually my parents retrieved their
much-changed son. Aunt & Uncle told my parents how I'd been a great
influence on cousin Daisy. For the next few years Daisy and I tried to
have trysts at family gatherings. At least until I started bringing
girlfriends. And Daisy actually acquired a steady guy friend.
I will always be grateful for the bold teasing she inflicted on young me.