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*** Chapter One:

It seemed like any other Wednesday, and I drove my girlfriend home from
Class. I would have liked to spend some time with Lisa, even just
doing boring things like shopping, but she'd told me at lunch that her Mom
wanted her home early that day to watch her little brother. I offered to
hang out with her there, but she turned me down.

So, I figured it was as good a time as any to drop the bad news. It was
chicken-shit of me, but when I told her something that was bound to
disappoint her, I always liked to do it when I wouldn't have to see her
right after. That way she could be mad, but she wouldn't be mad in my
face, and by the next time we met, hopefully, she'd be over it. Sometimes
it worked. Mostly, it didn't, but it was still worth the try.

The ride home was quiet, maybe even tense, and I thought it was because
she was on to my game, that she knew bad news was coming and was bracing
herself for it. She kept her gaze towards the window and refused to meet
my eye. Whenever I looked in her direction, unless I looked in the mirror,
mostly what I saw was her puffy, outrageously fake-blonde hair.

I pulled up to her house and she finally turned towards me, her green
eyes hesitant under the eye shadow... even when she was getting
preemptively mad at me, she was cute. But in a few minutes she'd be back
in the house, and I'd risk having to tell her when she brought it up and
I'd be stuck with her stewing in anger beside me.

She opened her mouth... I thought it was to say "Goodbye," or "I love
you," but I wanted to get it out, so I blurted out before she could say
anything. "Listen, about Saturday..."

"Saturday?" she asked.

"Yeah, the party. I know you had your heart set on us going, but I
can't make it. It's this stupid family thing; I can't get out of it."

Every year, my Mom, my Dad, my Aunt and Uncle, and my other Aunt, went
out and got drunk together and stayed at a hotel on somewhere approaching
this date. It had to do with some friend they all knew, who died when they
were teenagers, something about honoring his memory. I always figured it
was really just an excuse to get hammered once a year.

I had no problems with that little tradition usually, it gave me some
time alone, which I could also use to go get drunk, or have my girlfriend
over, or both, as had happened last year. That was the second time we had
actual sex. I pounded her tight pussy from behind on my bed and made her
scream like a banshee. It was a good memory. This year I'd thought it
would have allowed us to stay out as long as we wanted, getting drunk and
maybe high... but things didn't quite work out that way. My cousins
usually spent that annual night together, with a trusted babysitter... but
that babysitter's appendix burst and was in the hospital. Arrangements
were already made for the day, and since it would be overnight, my Aunts
and Uncle didn't want to get somebody they didn't all know and trust. They
were on the verge of cancelling entirely, but my Mom volunteered me for the
job.

The fact that it was going to be the same night as my buddy Eddie's
house party didn't persuade Mom to change her mind. I argued with them for
a while, insisting they were old enough to go without babysitters, or they
could have separate babysitters, or one of them could just cancel their
stupid plans, but eventually they guilted me into it, and I agreed. My Dad
promised to buy me a six pack for the next weekend if I didn't tell Mom.
It was small consolation. I was only s*******n, so I couldn't buy it for
myself, but Eddie usually was able to get me whatever I needed. Still, it
was something.

I began to explain the story to Lisa. "See, my cousins..."

"Ben, I think we need to break up," she said suddenly, taking all the
breath out of me.

I sat there stunned for a few seconds. We'd been going out for a year
and a few months. I thought everything was going fine. "What?" I finally
managed. "Because I can't go to the party?" If it was, I'd find a way to
go, promise to family or no promise.

She rolled her eyes. "No, of course not..."

"Then what? Did I do something?" It felt like my heart had just been
stomped on, and I tried hard to keep from crying.

"It's not you," she said. "It's just... I don't think I want to be in
a relationship right now. I feel like we've been us for so long that I
don't know how to be just me anymore. I think we should see other people."

"But..." I said. I was still in shock. "Can't we talk about this?"

"I'm sorry. I've been thinking about this for a while. This is
something I need to do for me. But we can still try to be friends." She
had her hand on the door handle the whole time. Now she opened it, and got
out swiftly. "Goodbye." She ran into her house. I guess she really had
learned my trick. Enough to use it on me.

I was a wreck the rest of that week. I thought I loved her, and to be
discarded so quickly hurt like hell. I won't pretend I handled it well. I
sent her about a thousand texts and e-mails and made a dozen calls. Most
of them went unanswered. She avoided me at Class the next two days, which
wasn't hard; she was a year behind me so we didn't have classes in common.

I burst into tears later that first day when I saw her Facebook status
go from "In a relationship" to "Single". But that was nothing compared to
the tears I shed on Friday, when it changed again to "In a relationship,"
but this time with the very same Eddie who was throwing the house party on
Saturday, the guy I thought was one of my best friends. I'm not dumb. I
knew that probably meant she'd been with him for a while. Another flurry
of angry but unanswered phone calls followed that night.

By then it was Saturday, and I spent most of the day lying on my bed in
my room listening to angry music. I went back and forth between full of
rage and so depressed I could barely move. At one point my Dad came into
my room. "Listen, I know you're hurting right now, but sooner or later
you're going to realize... life goes on. You'll find some other girl
who'll make you forget all about Lisa."

It was good advice, but I wasn't in any mood to receive it. "Thanks
Dad," I said grimly. "But I'd really like to be alone if you don't mind."

"No can do, buddy," he said. "It's almost time to go."

I looked up at him, noticing for the first time he was dressed in his
drinking suit. I'd forgotten all about their plans, and my part in them.
"Do I have to?"

"Yes," he said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a sitting
position. "Life goes on, and you made a commitment to be there. Besides,
maybe your cousins will be able to cheer you up."

I didn't think there was much chance of that. "Yeah, right. Hanging
out with a couple little k**s will do me a world of good," I said
sarcastically. I wasn't being entirely fair, either. They were thirteen,
so hardly k**s, even though they still looked the part last time I'd seen
them.

Dad threw a smelly old shirt at me, hitting me in the face. "If you'd
prefer to mope in a corner, you can do that too, but you're doing it there.
You don't have to hang out with them, just be there in case there's an
emergency."

I sighed, but allowed myself to be persuaded to take a quick shower and
get changed, and then I sat in the back seat, numb, as I rode over to my
Uncle's place.

*** Chapter Two:

My Uncle lived in a nice two story house in a quiet neighborhood. I'd
known that place well... we usually came over here for Christmas, which
was only a couple months away, and years ago when I'd still needed a
babysitter I'd sometimes been sent here.

They were running late for their reservations, at the restaurant that
would kick off their ritual, so when we knocked at the door, everybody was
already there, getting ready. My Uncle Harry, a tall, balding, ex-football
player who's large build had started to become fat from years of neglecting
exercise, said hello, shook my hand and left a $20 bill when he let go,
then turned me over to his wife, a curvy black-haired woman, who hugged me
tight, pressing her breasts into my chest. In happier times, I might have
been worried about an inappropriate boner, but I wasn't really in a mood
for that. Aunt Ellie then said, "Thank you for doing this, Ben. We left
some money with the girls to order something delivered, there's enough for
you too and you can help yourself to anything in the fridge. If you need
us, our cell numbers are posted there too, in case anything happens."

I nodded. "Have fun," I said mechanically. They brushed past me to the
door. Left in the foyer was my other aunt, Aunt Diane, and, sitting on the
stairs to the upper floor, my two cousins. Although I'd seen my other Aunt
and Uncle a few times when they came to visit my parents, this was the
first time I'd seen either of those three since last Christmas. And
there'd been some significant changes in the last year, at least in one
case.

Aunt Diane still looked much the same. She was petite, blonde, still
looked like she was in her late twenties even though she was in her
thirties, and if she wasn't my dad's little sister she'd be the number one
woman on my MILF list. Even as it was I'd had a few shameful masturbatory
sessions involving her coming on to me because of her being so lonely
without a man to take care of her. She smiled her tender little smile at
me, an impish one that always made me suspect she knew about the fantasies,
as she got her jacket on. Underneath, she was wearing a red dress that
accentuated her slender form.

Diane's daughter, Michelle, also looked much the same as she did the
last time I saw her. She was maybe an inch taller, a little older, but
still looked much like a little girl. She was thin and didn't seem to have
much of a figure under her loose jeans and little Aeropostale shirt. She
was really pretty, though. I knew one day she'd look as beautiful as her
mother, maybe even more so, facially they already resembled each other.
Her hair, blonde like my aunt's, came down to just above her shoulders.
She had a cute button nose, flawless pale skin, and the same quality of
smile as her mother, forming as our eyes met and I nodded to her. About
the only thing keeping her from being a total drop-dead gorgeous stunner
were her lack of an obvious figure, and the fact that her ears stuck out
just a little, and her eyes were set a little deeply, making her look a
little raccoon-like in certain lighting... but even these small flaws
seemed to make her more endearing and approachable.

My other cousin, Uncle Harry and Aunt Ellie's daughter Beth had changed
a lot in the last year, though. Last time I saw her, she was the same
height as Michelle, just a little fatter, and with black hair and a bit of
a duskier skin tone inherited from her mother.

Now, though, she must have grown almost a foot in height, and in shape,
grown up a lot more. She had breasts now, full-fledged boobs, of an
impressive size for her height and looking firm and round. Her hips were
prominent even in her clothes. She also dressed to accentuate her new
figure. Her jeans were tight and clung tightly to her ass, and her black
top was cut low to display impressive cleavage whenever she bent forward.
She was perhaps still approaching chubby, particularly in her round face
which had apple cheeks, and pouty lips, but she was still incredibly cute
looking and with that body, I couldn't help but stare. She seemed to
notice and grinned broadly and tossed her long black hair flirtatiously.

I forced myself to look away, not wanting to appear like a perv, even
though perverted thoughts were threatening to break through my depression,
just for a moment. Then Aunt Diane got in front of me to give me a hug.
"We'll probably be back tomorrow about noon," she said to all of us, and
then, directed more to her own daughter, "Be good."

"We will, Mom."

A car horn from outside caused her to break off suddenly and make for
the door. "I'd better move my ass or they'll leave without me. Bye guys."

"Bye," we said almost in unison.

Then it was just the three of us. "So, Ben, long time no see," Beth
said with a sultry half smile.

"Yeah, it's been a while. You guys look..." I struggled for a word.
"Good." With a conscious effort, I took my eyes away from Beth's cleavage.
She was my cousin. I didn't want to be one of those guys, but boobs were
boobs.

"So do you," said Michelle. "How are things going?"

I shrugged. I didn't want to tell them my problems, figuring pity from
thirteen-year-olds would make me feel even more like a loser than I already
did. "They're okay." I took a deep breath. "Anyway, I know I'm supposed
to be here as like a babysitter, but I don't really think you guys need
one, so I'm just going to sit on the couch and watch some TV and you guys
can go do whatever you want."

"We could all watch a movie together or something if you wanted,"
Michelle suggested.

I shook my head. "We probably wouldn't have the same taste anyway," I
said, then headed for their living room. "I'm just going to veg. You guys
have fun."

Beth said, "Come on, Michelle, I want to show you something," and they
went upstairs.

Thoughts of them left me entirely for a while as I sat on the couch,
watching TV without really taking much of it in. My mind was still going
over my failed relationship, trying to divine what might have gone wrong
and when. It was no use to think that way, but I couldn't stop myself from
doing it, analyzing every moment when Lisa seemed mad at me or
especially friendly with Eddie.

I heard my cousins playing music upstairs, and occasionally a thump of
some sort, but was never inspired to go investigate what they were doing.
Finally, after they were there for about an hour, I heard them coming down
again. "We're going to order dinner," Beth said. "What do you want?"

I barely spared them a glance as I shrugged. "Whatever. I'm not really
hungry. I'm sure whatever you guys get will be fine."

"So, Chinese food?" Beth asked Michelle.

"I guess."

Beth went off to the hallway to make the call, and Michelle nervously
sat on the easy chair beside the couch I was on. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said automatically.

"Are you sad cause of you breaking up with your girlfriend?"

I was startled into looking at her. "How did you know?"

"Facebook." Right. She was on my friends list and must have seen when I
changed my own relationship status. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really," I said curtly. "No offense. I'm trying not to think
about it."

"Okay."

At that point, Beth walked back into the room, asking for what Michelle
wanted to order. She ordered sweet and sour chicken balls, and fried rice.
I really wasn't hungry then, but thought I might be later, so I said, "Get
me one of those too." Beth nodded and retreated back into the kitchen.

Michelle smiled. "We like the same things."

"Yeah, I guess we do."

"It'll be okay," she said after a few more seconds of silence. "I'm
sure you'll find somebody. It's her loss. You're a catch."

I looked over to her and gave her a weak smile. "Thanks," I said. At
least she was trying. I didn't feel any more like a loser, but her efforts
didn't really make me feel that much better, either.

Beth poked her head back around the corner, leaning forward slightly.
My eyes fell on her cleavage again. That made me feel a little better.
"It'll be here in about 40 minutes. If we don't hear the door, come get
us?"

It took me a second to realize she was talking to me. "Will do."

"Come on, Michelle, we have to be getting back, they're waiting."

Michelle slowly got up and left the room, and I returned to my moping.
They came down once more to get the food, having seen the delivery van from
her window, but decided to eat in their room. I picked a little at my food
before deciding to close the little container and put it aside and watch
more TV.

As I flipped through the channels, I stopped at some kind of movie, a
teen movie. It was in the middle, at some scene involving a house party. A
pretty blonde was going up to the bedroom of the party's host. I changed
the channel quickly.

It was too late, the damage was done. I thought of Lisa, and Eddie,
together at the party Eddie was holding that night. I had a very vivid
mental image of Lisa lying on top of him, bouncing up and down on his
dick, screaming out his name like she used to yell out mine, all as her
boobs jiggled appealingly.

It wouldn't go away. Instead it got worse, embellished. I pictured
them in every possible position, sometimes laughing about me and how
pathetic I was while they were fucking, how glad they were that they didn't
have to do it behind my back anymore.

Finally, I could take no more. "Fuck it," I muttered to myself, and
launched myself off the couch and into the dining room area. I was
promised access to anything in the fridge, but what I was interested in
wasn't in the fridge. I remembered from the family parties in which
cabinet the liquor was kept. It wasn't even locked.

There was a bottle of Scotch inside, almost full but it had been opened,
and that seemed good enough to me to take the edge off. I poured some in a
glass, a normal drinking glass, and went back to my spot on the couch,
sipping it and enjoying the burning feeling as it went down. If I had to
have sorrows, I might as well drown them.

*** Chapter Three:

In health class they taught us alcohol is supposed to be a depressant,
but I'm in always a cheerier mood when I've had some booze. The next
morning I would probably feel even worse, but when I've had a few beers in
me I don't feel so bad, no matter what's happening. Scotch was even
stronger. By the time I'd drained the glass about halfway, what Lisa
was probably doing still hurt, but I could start to look on the brighter
side and console myself... that meant I could fuck other girls too. I
began composing lists in my head, of girls I might try for back at Class.
Sure, some of the people I thought of were unrealistic, but I had a good
chance of getting one of them, and there were always the slutty girls for
some no-strings-attached pain relief. I was even starting to get a little
horny thinking about them.

By the time I finished the glass I was feeling a little better, went to
the washroom, then decided I'd get some more. I'd just pulled the bottle
back out from the cabinet and opened it when I heard a voice behind me.
"What are you doing?"

It was Beth, on the other side of the dining room table. Michelle was
nowhere to be seen. I smiled uncertainly at her. "I'm just having myself
a little drink."

"That's my Dad's," Beth said. "He's going to know it's gone, you
know..."

I shrugged. "Don't worry, he won't blame you. I'll tell him I did it,
tomorrow." I might get in trouble for it, but it would blow over. My
parents knew I was depressed, so it was really their fault for making me
come here in the first place. The liquor at our place was locked down.

She stared me down for a second, then broke into a smile. "Okay," she
said. "It's your body, right?"

I raised my glass at her. "I'm glad you see it my way."

"Hey." She leaned forward, elbows on the table, putting her cleavage
right in view. "If you're going to be taking the blame anyway, can I have
some?"

I stared at her boobs for a few seconds, thinking it over. "You ever
drunk before?"

"A little. Mostly beer. Some wine."

"This stuff's a little stronger."

"I think I can take it." She grinned.

I didn't see much harm in letting her have a little. "Go get a glass."

She bounced off back into the kitchen and I followed slowly afterwards,
looking at her ass. She'd changed at some point in the last hour, and now
wore tight pink shorts that clung to her ass even more tightly than the
jeans had. Her legs were pretty nice too. She looked back at me over her
shoulder as she stepped on her tiptoes to retrieve a large plastic cup from
a high shelf and said, "I should probably mix it with something too, so
Michelle doesn't know."

"Sure." I maneuvered myself behind her as she opened the fridge. There
was a bottle of ginger ale, lying on its side, on the bottom shelf. In
order to get it, she didn't crouch as I might have, but just bent over at
the waist. Her ass strained against the pink fabric, and I could see the
top edge of her underwear creeping out. She was wearing a thong. A black
one. As she pulled at the bottle, she shifted her weight from one leg to
the other causing her ass to bounce a little... it was almost like she was
wiggling it at me. It was hard to believe it wasn't deliberate.

If I was sober I might have thought better of it, but I was buzzed, and
so I decided right then. To hell with what was cool, to hell with fears
about i****t. I wanted to try and fuck my cousin tonight.

As she poured the ginger ale into her glass I tried to think about the
best way to accomplish this new goal. I had the desire, the intent, but
not the plan. See, I didn't want to just fuck her and damn the
consequences. The thought of pulling down her shorts and thong, pulling
down my pants, and just plowing into her pussy over the kitchen table was a
wonderful mental image, but I didn't think it would work even though I had
a feeling she'd welcome it. If one thing went wrong, or I'd misinterpreted
her signals, I'd be ostracized by my family, maybe even arrested. I was
too chicken-shit to risk that. Conversely, I also didn't want Beth to
think it would be a regular thing. She was fine in small doses, but I
always got annoyed when I had to hang out with her for too long. I didn't
think even being regular fuckbuddies, if I could pull it off, would counter
that.

No, I had to think carefully, come up with a good way to do it, find a
way for her to come after me, if possible, just for tonight. I poured a
little of the scotch into her glass, half-full already of the ginger ale as
I pondered.

"Beth, I couldn't get it working again," Michelle said, coming around a
corner into the kitchen. Her eyes widened as she saw what I was pouring.

I'd forgotten about her. That put another kink in my plan. I certainly
couldn't go after Beth while our other cousin was right there.

"Forget about it, I found something better to do."

"You guys are drinking?"

"I'm drinking," I said. "I'm just giving Beth a little taste."

"You want some too?" Beth offered.

I was a little more hesitant about that. It was silly, since Beth and
Michelle were the same age, but Michelle looked younger and more innocent.
But Beth had already offered, so I could hardly refuse.

"Um, okay." Michelle said finally.

"Just a little," I said. "I might get in trouble for drinking, but your
parents would never forgive me if you guys got alcohol poisoning or
something."

"Pfft, spoilsport," Beth said, and got a glass for Michelle. I poured a
little in, less than I did in Beth's. She was smaller, I reasoned, so she
could probably handle less.

They both had a sip of their drinks, Beth a large one, Michelle a tiny
one, and then she wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Try mixing it with
something," Beth suggested.

Michelle ignored her. "So this is what you've been doing down here?"
she asked. "Drinking?"

There was no criticism in her voice that I could detect, so I answered
honestly. "No, I just started. But I probably should have been." I took a
seat on one of the chairs and had another gulp of mine. "Then I wouldn't
have wasted so much of the night feeling sorry for myself."

"Do you want to talk about it? It might make you feel better?"

"Talk about what?" Beth asked.

"His..." she shook her head suddenly. "Never mind. It's not my place
to say."

I smiled grimly. "She means my girlfriend and I broke up."

"Oh," Beth said. "What happened?"

I sighed, and launched into the whole story.

"That bitch," Michelle said after I mentioned my suspicions that she and
Eddie were together before we broke up. "I know how you feel, this guy I
liked dumped me a couple months ago. It gets better. Eventually."

It was funny, hearing that from a thirteen-year-old. "Thanks," I said,
then paused. "They're probably together right now," I said.

"Forget about her," Beth suggested. "She's a skank."

"You deserve better," Michelle agreed.

"I can't just forget about her, though. I really did love her."

They "Awwww"ed in unison at that.

I stood up and started towards the living room. "So, that explains why
I'm drinking tonight," I said.

They started to follow. "You shouldn't be alone, you know," Michelle
said. "We'll keep you company."

I flopped down on the couch. "Nah, that's not necessary," I said.
"Weren't you guys already doing something?" With Michelle here, I didn't
think I'd have much chance to move on Beth. Better to get them distracted
and then maybe Beth might come down later for more of the Scotch.

"Not anymore," Beth said.

"We were on webcam," Michelle explained. "But we got banned."

I quirked an eyebrow. "Uh-oh. What did you do?"

"Nothing," Beth swore. "We were just dancing and shit."

"Beth was showing..."

Beth stamped her foot. "Michelle, shut up." To me, "It was nothing bad,
really."

That was interesting. What was she showing them? Her breasts? No,
probably too much, but you never knew. Maybe her bra, or something like
bikini. "If it was nothing bad then why did you get banned?"

Michelle sat down on the easy chair beside the couch. "It wasn't for
anything bad we did. But apparently you have to be sixteen on that site."

"Oh." More the pity, if they were getting really naughty on webcam I
thought it would increase my odds of seeing some action, but it was
probably just something a little bad like showing stomachs or sexy dancing.
Unless they were lying. But it was probably for the best if they weren't,
after all, there were a lot of freaks out there.

"Stupid rule," Beth muttered.

"So we can stay here with you. We can watch movies or just talk."

I shrugged. We flipped through the channels trying to decide on
something to watch while I considered my plan to seduce my cousin. I had
to get them separated, that was the first thing. The second thing would
be, ideally, if I could trick her into coming on to me. Then she'd be less
likely to tell, and it would be less likely for it to just go wrong if I
turned her down for it happening again.

"This is boring," Beth said after a few minutes. "Nothing's on. We
should do something fun."

"Like what?"

She turned to Michelle and grinned. "How about Truth or Dare?"

My ears pricked up. That had possibilities. But Michelle had to be a
downer. "I hate that game."

"Come on, it'll be fun."

"I'd rather not. Let's do something else."

Beth sighed. Since it looked like that game was out, I said, "It's
probably not a good idea anyway. Guy like me, been drinking, with two
pretty girls, truth or dare... not a safe combination." I said it as a
joke, but it was a joke with a goal, to give Beth the idea that I was
thinking along those lines, that I considered her a pretty girl and might
be willing to do something with her, if circumstances were right.

She seemed to get the hint and turned towards me with a half-smile. "Oh
really?" I shrugged and smiled back. She looked back to Michelle and said,
"You know, we never did get an answer from those guys online. Maybe Ben
can answer it for us?"

"Answer what?" I noticed Michelle had started staring into her glass.
It was empty. If she'd downed it already she was more of a drinker than
I'd given her credit for.

"It's a simple question, really. Which one of us do you think is
hotter?"

*** Chapter Four:

I was about to answer, "Beth, of course", but I wanted to make a show of
looking them both over, and as I looked at Michelle her head was down
towards her drink... but her eyes were on me. I got the impression she
was afraid of what I'd say or trying to mentally beg me not to let her down
and give Beth's name. "I really can't answer that," I found myself saying.
I kicked myself immediately afterwards. "I mean, you guys are both pretty
hot."

"Oh, come on, Ben, don't be a pussy," Beth said. "You can answer, we're
not going to get offended."

Beth might not, but I had a sudden flash of empathy. Michelle and Beth
were friends, but Michelle was obviously not as developed. She probably
was now used to Beth being thought of as the hot one and getting all the
attention. And though I liked them both enough not to want to hurt their
feelings, I was always a little friendlier with Michelle. As I was trying
to figure out a way to be diplomatic, I had an inspiration. "No, I really
can't," I said. "You see, if you asked who was cuter, I could answer. If
you asked who was more beautiful, I could answer that, too."

"Wait, what's the difference?" Michelle asked. "Aren't they the same?"

"Not at all. You see, cute is... well, it's like which one of you I'd
want to hug tight, maybe cuddle up to. And beautiful, well, that's the
quality that makes you just want to stare, that makes your heart beat a
little faster." I'd used a similar speech long ago, on Lisa, although in
her case I told her she won in both categories. Here, I had a different
plan. "Now, both of you are both cute and beautiful. But Beth wins on
cute, and Michelle wins on beautiful."

"Really?" Michelle said. Her face was red, but she was smiling.

Beth looked a little put out at losing on beautiful. That was part of
my plan. I wasn't lying by any means... Michelle had a more beautiful
face, and I knew once she got older guys would be falling in love with her.
But I hoped Beth winning on cute would make her try harder when it came to
hotness. "Hotness, now that's something different. The essence of hotness
isn't in how you look, it's in how you act, how you move, what you're
willing to do. I can't judge hotness just by looking at someone. They
have to be trying to be hot."

Michelle responded first, but even she took a few seconds. "What?"

Maybe the drinking made me sound better in my head than I did in
reality. Beth saved me from trying to reword it. "He means he wants us to
dance, to show him how hot we are." It wasn't exactly what I meant, but I
was willing to take it.

Beth stood up, and pulled a very hesitant Michelle to her feet by her
hands. Then, to grab the remote control, she bent over to the coffee
table, giving me once again a nice shot down her top, where I could see
right down between her boobs and if not for her bra I could have seen
nipples, too.

Beth changed the channel to a music station and a song began to play,
and they started to have a dance off.

It was no competition, really. Beth swayed her body like she was meant
to do just that, confident, smooth, and she wasn't afraid to shake her ass
in my direction when she wasn't swaying it from side to side. Michelle on
the other hand, was tentative, slow, and looked a little uncomfortable.
When her eyes weren't staring at the floor, they were on Beth herself,
envious. There was a clear winner.

But a clear winner did me no good. "So, who's hotter, then?" Beth
asked. She seemed to already know the answer.

I had to think of something quick. If it was close, I might have been
able to bluff it, but Michelle seemed way too self-conscious about herself
to do even a halfway decent job. Maybe if her cousin wasn't there, clearly
outshining her, she could have been more open, but...

I had it, then, another flash of inspiration. "See, this isn't really a
fair test," I said. "Cause you may be making Michelle selfconscious. Just
because someone's a little shy, doesn't mean they're not going to be hotter
when the time comes. No, if you really want me to answer, we'd have to
make it fair. Do an official hotness contest, following all the rules.
Sudden death style I think would be best."

"What?" Beth asked. "I've never heard of that."

Of course not. I'd just made it up. "It's simple. You each go in five
minute turns. We go back and forth until we have a winner. Each turn is
in private, though. When it's not your turn, you go somewhere else. When
it is your turn, the game's simple... be as hot as you can. In those five
minutes, you have to be at least as hot as the last person was, and then
you can set the bar higher if you want. I judge, but I'm not allowed to
say what anybody has done for their turn, not ever. Swear to God. All I
can say is whether you've beat the last turn or not. The first time one of
you doesn't manage to be hotter than the last round, they've lost." In my
slightly tipsy state, it seemed brilliant. They wouldn't be competing with
each other, they'd be competing with what they thought the other might be
doing. I'd get alone time with Beth, at the very least, and she might
decide to make the first move on me. I'd probably have to lie and let
Michelle pass on her round even if she wasn't as hot as Beth, of course,
but it would make her feel better about herself, and I kind of wanted to do
that too. It was brilliant.

If it worked.

I could see them considering it, exchanging glances with each other, but
I couldn't be sure which way they were leaning. "I don't know if we should
trust you..." Beth said.

"Hey, I'm your cousin. Of course you can trust me. And besides, the
rules state I have to sit in a chair and not move unless you ask me to," I
made it up to try to put them at ease a little. "If you don't want to do
it, I don't really care, you guys are the ones who wanted to know who was
hotter, remember. That's the way to determine it beyond any doubt.
Otherwise I might as well just flip a coin and we can go back to watching
shitty TV."

"How many of these have you done?" Beth asked.

"Not many. Less than 5." Zero was certainly less than 5. I shrugged.

"And what did the girls do to win?" Michelle asked.

I was about to answer, but then remembered the rules. "I can't say.
Not allowed to, remember. But I will say there's lots of different ways to
be hot, and each person has their own ideas. Now, you guys are my cousins,
and only twelve..."

"Thirteen," Beth said.

"Whatever. So I'm not really expecting you guys to get crazy. Even if
you just dance, that's fine. But the Sudden Death Hotness Contest Rules
make it fair, because really, girls are as hot as they're willing to be."

Beth had an amused half-smile on her face as I was talking, but she
said, "Okay, I'm in." I fought to keep from grinning. "How about you,
Michelle?"

She looked at me, then to Beth, and frowned. I thought she was going to
refuse, but she said, "Fine, whatever."

*** Chapter Five:

We decided to use Beth's parents' room for the contest. I insisted it
needed to be a room with a lock, to prevent surprise spying... but mostly
because, if something started to happen with Beth, I didn't want Michelle
bursting in.

A coin toss decided who would go first, and it was Michelle. That was
just as well. She didn't have to beat anybody by going first, she just had
to set the bar for Beth. I didn't expect it to be very high. Beth went
off to her room, I locked the door, settled on the chair we'd set up, and
checked the time on the clock by the bed. Five minutes until I had my
first shot at Beth. "Okay, you can start now."

She stood a few feet away from me, arms crossed over her stomach. "I
don't know what I'm supposed to do," she said softly.

"Whatever you want," I said. "We could just stand here staring at each
other if you want, but Beth's going to win easily if you do that."

"She's going to win anyway. She always wins things like this."

"I'm sure she will, if you let her, without even trying."

She was quite still for a few seconds, then asked, "Were you telling the
truth earlier when you said I was more beautiful than her?"

"Of course I was," I said. "You're a beautiful girl."

"Justin didn't think so."

"Justin?"

"My ex."

I felt sorry for her. "He wouldn't have been with you in the first
place if you weren't pretty. He probably just told you otherwise
afterwards to hurt you. Guys can be dicks."

"Girls can be bitches, too. You didn't deserve what that Lisa did to
you."

Mentioning Lisa at all was a sure way to bring my mood down, but I
knew she meant well so I tried not to grimace. "Thanks."

"Thanks for saying I was beautiful, even if you were just making it up
to be nice." She still wouldn't meet my eye.

"Look at me," I said. Her blue eyes locked on mine. "I wasn't making
it up. You're beautiful. Anyone who tells you differently doesn't know
what they're talking about. And I promise you, you could win this contest
if you wanted to. If you want to let Beth win you can, but don't tell me
you can't be hotter than her."

"Okay," she said. "I'll try. But I don't know what to do."

"Whatever you think would be hot. The contest is as much about that as
anything."

She took a deep breath, then turned her back to me, selected a song from
the MP3 player we brought for the contest. As the music of Britney Spears
started to play, Michelle started moving, shaking first just her shoulders,
and then the rest of her body started to loosen up and follow suit.

She was a little better than when she was directly competing with Beth,
mostly because she wasn't quite as stiff, but she still didn't have much
confidence in herself. It was as though she was copying dance moves she
saw others doing, and without much style, rather than letting the music
move her. She did better than I could have done in her situation, but as a
spectator, I knew something was lacking.

Mostly, in fact, it actually looked cute... she was obviously trying so
hard I just wanted to hug her and tell her she was doing great, even though
she wasn't. But cute is a far cry from hot. Still, when she swayed her
hips from side to side it was at least a little bit hot and about halfway
through the song I caught my eyes following it like I was hypnotized, even
though she wore jeans that didn't show anything.

Finally, when I checked the time, I realized her turn was almost over.
"Okay," I said. "Guess it's Beth's turn. You did a good job, though."

"Really?" I nodded, but it only made her smile for a moment. "I bet
Beth's going to do better."

"Even if she does, you'll get at least one more turn to do even better
than that." I'd probably let her win the next round, too. "Can I give you
some advice?"

She nodded eagerly. "Of course. I trust your opinion."

"You need more confidence in yourself. How are you going to convince
someone else you're hot if you don't believe it yourself?"

"But I..."

I knew what was coming, so I interrupted her. "If you don't believe it,
then fake it. Because if you let it show, you don't think you're hot, you
don't look as hot. I don't know, maybe it would help if you just pretended
you were alone, and just performing in front of a mirror."

"I don't think I can. I can't stop thinking about you how you're
watching me, judging."

"Well, there's always the old advice of picturing your audience in their
underwear." She laughed at that, and I smiled. "But try to loosen up, have
fun. Find a thought that makes you confident and hold on to it."

"I'll try."

There was a knock at the door. "Time's up, isn't it?" Beth called.
"It's my turn now."



*** Chapter Six

Michelle rolled her eyes, but went to unlock and open the door. Beth
was grinning on the other side. Michelle brushed past her, giving me one
last look over her shoulder. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," I heard
when she was out of my sight, in the hallway.

"That's the whole point, isn't it?" Beth said with false sweetness. I
smiled, and then Beth closed the door and locked it. She walked slowly in
front of me, swinging her hips a little with each step as though trying to
prove that just by walking she was hotter than Michelle. I wasn't about to
let her off that easily, so I tried to look unimpressed.

"Okay, I'm starting the clock now," I said, looking at the night table.

As Beth chose a song to dance to, she asked, "So, tell the truth, she
didn't set the bar very high, did she?"

"That's not a very nice thing to say," I said.

"Hey, I love Michelle, but she doesn't know a lot about being sexy.
What, did she just sway a little?" She faced me and did a passable
imitation of the first part of Michelle's dancing.

"I told you I'm not going to say anything about what the other one does.
I'll just tell you when you've been hotter than her."

"Okay. I'm just trying to figure out what I'm going to do with the
other four minutes, after I beat her. But I'd better get started." She
held something loosely in her hand. With an off-handed gesture, she tossed
it on the floor. "Oh, look," she said. "I must have dropped my hairtie. I
should pick it up." She flashed me a grin, then turned and bent down to
pick it up, from the waist, leaving her ass bobbing in the air and her
shorts trying to climb up to the tops of her legs. She swayed it back and
forth, almost like an invitation as she slowly retrieved her hairtie. She
must have let me look at her ass for like twenty seconds.

If I was a little drunker I might have got up, pulled her shorts down,
pulled her thong aside, and shoved my dick inside her, or at least tried,
but I wasn't that bold... instead I just used the time to imagine doing
it. Then, finally, she pulled up, and swept back her hair into the tie, and
began her dance.

As much as her bending over was appreciated, the tie was probably a
mistake, as her dark hair flying around probably would have been sexier
than having it tied back behind her. That was about the only flaw to her
performance. She ran her hands sensuously up her sides and to her breasts,
squeezing them ever-so-slightly, and her hips were in constant motion to
the music, and her mouth moved along to the chorus of the Pussycat Doll's
"Don't Cha" Almost right away she'd passed Michelle's bar, though I didn't
want to tell her right away.

I finally cracked after about the first minute, when she broke out her
pop, lock ,and drop moves. She thrust her ass behind her, shook it a
little while she leaned far forward, then dropped down in a quick squat and
rose again. "Okay, I think you're officially hotter than Michelle's last
turn," I said. "Anything you do from this point on is setting the bar
higher."

"Hmm," she asked, as though to the air. "So what should I do to set the
bar?"

I wanted to suggest something, but I got a little worried. Sure, she
was being flirty, but if I suggested she take her top off, she might freak
out. On the other hand, if I just let her keep moving forward a step at a
time, and all I did was watch, she'd have no one to blame for anything that
happened but herself. So, I shrugged. "I'm sure you'll think of
something."

She danced again, to a new song, hands on her gyrating hips, and with
quick, slight movements began pulling her shirt up and her shorts down. My
eyes strayed to her belly, and I'm pretty sure she caught me looking, for
it wasn't long before she abandoned the subtle movements and just pulled
her shirt up over her navel.

Beth looked a little chubby, but her body didn't give much evidence of
it. She didn't have a fat belly, she was just a little pleasantly curvy.
Her waist may have been a little wider than other girls, but in comparison
to her hips it still looked appealing. Her face and butt looked a little
plump, but the latter at least was a good thing, and the belly looked
pretty nice, especially without clothes... it was almost flat, with just a
little bump.

"Oh, I get it," she said. 'You want to see a little skin, huh?"

"Skin's always good. Can't have too much skin." I hoped she'd show even
more, but instead, she just tied her shirt up so that it would stay, just
below her breasts, and then went back to dancing, shaking her rear and her
breasts regularly, aware they were her best assets. As the new song was
approaching its end, she dipped her right hand underneath the shorts and
came up with the side of her thong, pulled up over her short band, a little
tease at what lie underneath. "Nice," I said. "Don't see many girls your
age wearing thongs." I didn't actually know whether they did or not, but I
certainly hadn't seen it if they did.

"You like it?"

"It is hot," I said. "I can't lie." I glanced towards the bed. "But it
looks like your time for this round is just about up.

She pouted a little, then, as she untied her shirt and let it fall over
her belly again, she asked, "So, do you think I'll win?"

"That depends on what Michelle's willing to do to win, I guess. But I
think you've got a pretty good chance."

She started towards the door, and then stopped, smiled a little, and
turned towards me and pulled her top up, over her boobs. Underneath she
wore a bra, black, with a little lace around the cleavage area. She
certainly had nice tits, especially for a thirteen-year-old. I couldn't
help but smile, especially at what the flash signified for my chances.
"Nice," I said. "I can't actually count that because it came in after the
round was over... but I appreciate the effort. I think you have a better
shot of winning in the next round if you don't win in this one."

She winked at me, fixed her hair, and then left the room and shouted.
"Michelle, it's your turn."

*** Chapter Seven:

It took Michelle a while to get back from wherever she waited out Beth's
time... which I guessed meant she still wasn't too eager about the whole
contest. I was committed to let her win this round regardless of what
happened... I might only need one more turn from Beth to, if not seal the
deal, at least get her to do enough that I could talk her into meeting me
later for more. But I needed her alone for that, so Michelle had to win,
whether she was hot or not.

Once Michelle closed the door, I realized I had my work cut out for me.
Despite my earlier advice, she was back to being nervous and closed off...
she wouldn't even look me in the eye. That was a problem. Because neither
girl could see what the other did during the contest, I had a lot of leeway
to play around. Even if they compared notes later, they'd always have a
little bit of doubt that one girl really did less or more than the other
and just lied about it. But if Michelle was even less hot than she was
last time, then she would have to know that she lost. I needed to spur her
to try something, at least go as far as she did last round.

"Clock's ticking," I said. Only by a few seconds, but she hadn't
started doing anything.

"I don't know what to do," she admitted, again.

"I don't know, you could dance some more, I guess."

"Come on, Ben. I can't beat her on dancing, we both know that."

"What did I just tell you about confidence?" I asked. "If you weren't
so shy, I'm sure you could let loose and be incredibly hot." She didn't
answer right away, so I continued, "But you don't have to dance. It's not
a dancing contest, there are lots of ways to be hot. If you can't convince
yourself that you can beat Beth at dancing, even though I totally think you
could, you can always try something else."

"Like what?"

"I don't know," I said. "You could do sexy poses, or a catwalk like a
model. You look more like you could be a model than Beth does."

"Yeah, right," she said, sarcastically as she blushed. My heart melted
a little. I kind of like how she reacted to compliments. Whenever I
complimented Beth she just gave me a grin like she was saying "I already
know, but it's still nice to hear." Michelle really seemed to be surprised
and embarrassed at positive attention, like she couldn't believe it was
serious, and it was so adorable.

"It's true," I said. "Or, I don't know, you could talk dirty if you
wanted, that can be hot." She was still blushing, and shook her head.
"Yeah, I didn't think you'd be in for that. But you're beautiful. And you
must have noticed guys staring at you before. Just think back to what you
were doing then, and do that." She seemed to think about it for a while. I
checked the time, getting a little worried. A minute had already gone by.
"Or, if all else fails, you could show some skin." I tried to phrase it as
though I was just teasing, making a silly, flirtatious joke.

"Skin?" she said.

"I'm not saying you have to show your boobs or anything. I mean, I am
your cousin, I know you probably don't want me seeing you like that. But
you could show off your tummy or your legs or something... there's a
reason guys stare at girls in skimpy clothing, even when nothing bad is
showing... because it's hot."

"You know, there is one thing I do at Class that sometimes guys stare
at me for..." she ventured, finally.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What's that?"

"I do gymnastics. Sometimes I see them looking at me when I'm doing it.
They have a dumb look on their face."

"Ah, the dumb look... one of the classic signs of guys appreciating
hotness," I joked. It got a smile out of her at least. "Gymnastics are
pretty hot. I bet you'd look hot in gymnastic poses."

I was right. She probably would have looked even hotter if she wore
tights or something, instead of loose jeans and a baggy shirt, but as it
was, I had no complaints. As it turned out, I didn't have to lie to let
her win, she won the round on her own, with the poses she took over the
next few minutes.

Sometimes I wondered why Classs let girls do gymnastics. It was
practically inviting guys to imagine them putting that flexibility to use
in the bedroom. Even looking as young as she did, I had a few thoughts
like that as she spent the next few minutes stretching and contorting in
different ways.

She started with something she called a bridge, where she fell backwards
and landed on her hands, arching her back in the air. As you might expect
from the name, she became like a bridge... and her crotch was pointed
directly at me. Unlike with Beth, it didn't seem like a deliberate
provocation, but an innocent pose that happened to inspire naughty thoughts
in me. "Wow," I said. "Nice. Can you do it from the other side?"

She smiled, and complied. This time, she looked up at me upside down as
her chest was aiming in my eye line. She didn't have much of a chest, but
the pose made her shirt strain against her bra and it all look bigger.
Finally she turned it into a handstand, shirt falling over and giving me a
glimpse at her belly before she flipped back on her feet.

Next, she stood and did something called a scorpion, where she pulled up
her leg behind her so that her foot was near her head. If only she wore a
skirt. After her foot dropped back to the ground, she turned back to me
and bent forwards as she widened her stance until her feet were planted
wide apart, to a distance that would have made me hurt if I even imagined
myself trying it. "Definitely getting hotter," I said.

"Want to see me do the splits?" she asked suddenly. "That always seems
to make guys eyes boggle."

"That might just put you over the top," I told her.

She stood up and did a very similar move as she'd just done, but instead
of moving her legs apart side to side, she moved one leg forward and the
other back. As she approached the ground, she winced a bit and said, "I'm
not sure I can do it in these pants."

I wanted to suggest, "Take them off." I almost did, but she kept
lowering. Finally, her crotch touched the floor. I imagined myself
underneath her in that position, then shifted my legs to cover the
erection. "You've definitely gotten hotter than Beth was last round," I
said, truthfully, then looked over at the time. "Looks like you've only
got about a minute if you want to set the bar any higher. You might have
time for one more pose."

She looked at the clock, then got to her feet, and bit her lip. "You
said showing skin would be hot, right?" I nodded. She closed her eyes, and
then slowly pulled up her shirt. I almost lost my breath, thinking she was
going to pull it off completely, but she stopped just before the bra.
Still, I had a nice look at her stomach. Hers looked much better than
Beth... it seemed much tighter and firmer, and the hint of her hips
suggested she might have a little more body than I'd given her credit for,
her clothes just hid it. "Wow," I said.

Then there was a knock. "Time's up."

I was almost mad at Beth for her turn coming. I wanted to see where
Michelle might go next... then of course, I remembered that wherever
Michelle went, Beth was liable to go further and faster. At that moment, I
began to wonder at the possibility of somehow getting with both of them.
It seemed impossible but... if I could keep the contest going, who knew
what they'd do to outdo the other? I was still more interested in fucking
Beth, but Michelle no longer seemed the little girl cousin that I just
didn't have thoughts about. I shook my head softly to myself, trying to
banish the thought. Michelle might be hotter than I'd thought, but I still
didn't think she'd be willing to go very far.

*** Chapter Eight:

"You're not waiting out here are you?" Michelle asked when she opened
the door. "Cause we agreed no listening."

"Of course not," Beth insisted. "I was in my room, looking through my
closet." She looked at me. "So, have I won, yet?"

"No," I said. "Looks like we're going to another round."

"What's that?" Michelle asked. She was looking at Beth's hand. Her
fist was curled up, and there was something in it, something small and made
of stretchy fabric.

"Nothing," Beth said with an unconvincing innocent smile. "Just a
little something to help make sure I win the next round."

"That's your bikini top." My cock hardened and gave a little bounce.
Luckily, neither of them were looking at me. I lifted one leg and squeezed
it against the other, taking my dick into a less obvious position.

"So what? Nothing in the rules said we can't change."

"That's no fair, this is your house, you've got all your clothes here. I
don't."

Beth waved a hand dismissively and brushed past her into the room.
"Fine, you can borrow anything of mine you want. And I know you brought a
few clothes, too. But right now it's my turn, so run along."

Michelle looked back, gave a soft "Hmph" sound, and then walked down the
hall. Beth closed the door behind her, locked it, and then turned back to
me. She lifted her arm above her head and let the bikini top dangle from
it. "So, do you want to see what I look like in this?"

"Hell yeah," I said. I probably agreed a little too eagerly there to
continue with my plan of letting her make the moves, but it was too good to
risk passing up. Beth turned her back to me, and pulled off her top
completely. Underneath she wore only her black bra. With a quick motion,
she reached behind herself and pulled the strap open, then let it fall over
her shoulders. Now she was nude from the waist up, only tragically facing
away. I decided to take another risk. "You know, if you really wanted to
win, you don't actually HAVE to turn away while changing."

She glanced at me over her shoulder, and then spun suddenly. My eyes
widened, but, to my disappointment, she was covering her breasts with her
hands. Still, it was a step in the right direction. I was almost sure I
could making something happen with her if I had enough time. "So you think
I would win this contest if I took my hands away?" she asked. She pressed
her hands up against her tits, deforming them into nice soft circles. Her
middle fingers must have been touching her nipples. I tried to picture
them. Would they be erect? Pink? Brown? Ghost nipples that just blended
with the boobs perfectly?

"You might win, yeah. Can't say for sure." I grinned. "You'd certainly
win this round."

She hummed to herself like she was considering it, but then turned her
back to me. As she bent down to grab the bikini top again, I saw a brief
glimpse of bare side-boob, but it was too quick to really appreciate as
anything more than a tease. She approached while holding the
green-and-black patterned fabric to her chest, then turned away again.
"Want to do me up?"

Not really. I wanted to just do her, or, if not that, at least pull the
top away. But I did it up, my fingers fumbling with the strings. I wasn't
great with knots at the best of times, and being a little drunk didn't help
matters... but then again, if the knot loosened and it suddenly fell off,
that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world either. She checked my work
and found it acceptable, and then turned towards me, hands on her hips, and
shifted her weight from one leg to the other in succession.

If her tits looked good in her old top, they were fabulous in the new...
they were perfectly shaped globes, just a little more than I could get my
hands around, and barely contained by the fabric. They also looked like
they had quite a healthy bounce to them... and she put a bounce into her
step, as well, so there was a lot of bouncing.

After letting me get a good look, she put more music on and began to
dance again for the next minute or two. Beth was skilled at keeping the
focus on her breasts, either by keeping her arms out of the way entirely,
or using them to thrust them forward, or even softly caressing them,
inviting me to imagine myself doing the same. I kept expecting them to pop
out of the bikini top, but they remained stubbornly in place.

Suddenly, Beth's hands strayed to her shorts. "I haven't beat Michelle
yet?" she asked. "You know, I'm starting to think you're letting her win
just so I'll do even more..."

Even though I hadn't yet done that, she caught a little too close to my
plan. I chuckled in embarrassment and said, "Would I do that? I think
you're just not giving her enough credit." My eyes were still locked on her
crotch though, where her hands made a v-shape on her shorts. The top
button was undone, but nothing showed.

She shook her head. "We're best friends... I told you, she doesn't do
sexy. It makes her uncomfortable to try, even if she's already..." She
stopped abruptly.

"Already what?" Had sex? Little Michelle? It was a surprise, if I was
finishing the sentence right..

"Never mind," she said. "I just don't think she has it in her to win.
She's practically a prude. I mean, she won't even wear a bikini to the
beach." Maybe I'd guessed wrong. "So this had better get me to the next
round." She put her legs together and pulled down on her shorts, revealing
the front of her black thong panties.

"Okay," I said. "You're definitely safe this round."

She wiggled around seductively a bit. "You like my panties?"

"I do. Very hot." I smiled. "If you'd showed them a couple rounds ago,
you might have won already."

"Are you trying to tell me I should do more to raise the bar if I want
to win?"

"I'm not telling you to do anything," I said defensively. "But the
hotter you get, the less chance Michelle has of beating you. Especially if
she's as shy as you think."

She thought about it for a moment, and pulled her shorts back up. "How
much time do I have?"

I looked past her at the bed clock. "About half a minute," I guessed.

"Not much time," she said with a little pout. "So I'll have to make it
good." Her hands went up to the little triangles of fabric covering not
much of her breasts. My cock got hard in anticipation. Beth looked both
ways as though worried somebody else might see, and then pulled the top up
to her collarbone.

The breasts looked wonderful bare... they somehow looked even larger
that way, and held a perfect sha