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Forbidden Relations
by Jim Flavortang (flavortang@gmail.com)
***
Jeff Monroe and his cousin Lizzy, are best friends, but
when his growing affections for her complicate his
relationship with the girlfriend who he doesn't really
love, problems arise. (MF-teens, reluc, inc, 1st, mast,
oral, preg, rom)
***
CHAPTER ONE
***********
Nineteen year-old Elizabeth (Lizzy) Monroe pulled up to
the driveway of the two story home she lived in with
her parents in suburban Denver, Colorado. Her parents
were both hard-working professional types and weren't
home much to spend time with her. Her dad was a doctor,
her mom a successful real estate agent. Their careers
afforded them the best life had to offer, but,
unfortunately, the cyclical nature of having to live to
support these jobs that supported the lifestyle made
Lizzy feel like an orphan.
She tended to live an independent existence, coming
home from work to a perpetually empty house. Her
parents always gave her a healthy monthly allowance
that she usually frittered away on useless gadgets,
clothes she'd rarely wear but usually she'd blow the
money getting little joke gifts for her cousin, Jeff.
Jeff was only two years older than Lizzy and lived
across the street in a home whose floor plan was the
same as Lizzy's, like every house in their idyllic
gated community. All the houses were eerie clones of
each other. Jeff's parents, like Lizzy's, were hard-
working professionals and also well off financially.
Jeff's dad a successful author and his mother a
physical therapist that worked at the local hospital.
Because of their predicament, Jeff and Lizzy had grown
to become best friends over the years. They had to keep
themselves company during the countless 'grown-up
parties' that their parents held, mostly to network
with other successful career types. The two usually
found themselves hiding out in the coatroom and
giggling ferociously as they went through each
individual coat, looking for goodies. They'd never
steal anything, but it was fun to be somewhere they
weren't supposed to be, doing something they weren't
supposed to be doing.
During one of these parties when Jeff and Lizzy were
digging through a mountain of coats as the adults
mingled outside the door, Jeff found a condom in one of
the coat pockets. The two, who weren't even teenagers
at this time, erupted in laughter at the discovery,
then bounced ideas off of each other as to how this
alien device was used and what it was used for. Jeff
thought it was a balloon and Lizzy thought that women
had to 'wear them somehow' to keep from getting
pregnant. She was the closest but still way off.
The bond had grown stronger and stronger over the years
as the two never really strayed from each other's side.
Through elementary school, middle school, high school
and the developmental stage of puberty that popped up
somewhere in the middle, their friendship never broke.
They lived in the same houses. All that changed was the
exteriors and the changing carousel of ever-pricier
cars that would inhabit the driveway over the years.
At this point in their lives, if they weren't together,
whoever would come home first would walk across the
street to the other's house, walk in the door (no one
ever locked their doors in this suburban paradise) and
make themselves at home. The usual greeting was 'hey'
or 'what's up?' but usually the greeting was nothing at
all.
Lizzy would usually walk into Jeff's house in the
afternoon when his parents were still in the middle of
another long workday, go into the living room and plop
down next to him on the couch with nary a grunt from
Jeff to welcome her company. Things were that loose and
casual.
One thing that never changed was their personalities.
Lizzy was always a bit of a tomboy. It could be that
her constant exposure to Jeff subtracted a bit of her
natural femininity but whatever it was, she certainly
was rough around the edges. She'd give a finishing
school a migraine.
She liked to eat with her mouth open, cussed like a
sailor, liked to watch pro wrestling and horror movies
and even burped and farted in public. Not so much with
the farting, although she did do it once involuntarily
at a Burger King.
She had coughed and some gas was uncontrollably
expelled to loud and ridiculous effect. The incident
threw Jeff, who was sitting across from her, into a
hysterical seizure. He didn't stop laughing for hours.
Lizzy was definitely a cute girl, cute like a kitten
that when picked up would probably scratch the hell out
of you. Her father was American with Dutch/British
ancestry while her mother was Iraqi/Moroccan so she had
this exotic, racial ambiguity about her. She inherited
her mother's light caramel complexion as well as a pair
of almond-shaped eyes that were deep, dark and
impenetrable. Her freckles she got from her dad. Her
button nose had a habit of wiggling when it itched and
her lips always looked like they were swollen because
of an allergic reaction, but not in a bad way.
Her long, dark hair was naturally curly and frizzy, but
she secretly wanted to get it straightened. Her fear
was that Jeff would ridicule her if she ever did it,
citing she was being a 'girly girl'.
She wasn't popular by any measure when she was in
school but she wasn't a nerd, either. Physically, she
wasn't the tallest, skinniest or most athletic. She had
a few pounds of baby fat that never seemed to go away
and a lot of it, strangely, seemed to gravitate to her
chest. She only stood about five foot three and weighed
maybe 130 lbs., but she was always gifted in the
ability of filling out her shirts.
She tried to cover it up over the years with an
evolving wardrobe of thick sweaters but during the nine
months that weren't winter she had to concede that the
natural gifts she was trying to conceal wouldn't be
denied.
She didn't much like the attention they attracted her
over the years: the second glances she'd get from guys
at school, or the mall, or the park. She never dared go
to the beach unless she was wearing something thick and
concealing. She even noticed Jeff taking the obligatory
glances at her chest around the time her chest started
to swell up at around the ripe age of thirteen. She
forgave Jeff and never ever brought it up but he wasn't
ridiculously blatant or obvious about it so she let the
few times she caught him looking slide.
She didn't know it, but Jeff figured her for a 34D or
somewhere in the vicinity. Months earlier he had his
suspicions confirmed when he took a quick glance at the
tag on one of her bras she'd left dangling over a chair
in her room where the two of them had been hanging out
one night. She never kept her room clean. He wasn't a
pervert or obsessed over it, but he's a guy and guys
think those thoughts.
As Lizzy arrived home, she got out of her car, dragging
her feet a bit. She was tired after a long day at the
shoe store she worked at but she didn't miss a beat.
She didn't even move towards her house, but instead
walked across the street, opened the door to Jeff's and
walked in.
Jeff was in the living room, watching Sportscenter on
ESPN when she walked in and stood in the doorway,
staring lazily at the TV. Jeff looked over his shoulder
at her. The hall light had cast Lizzy's shadow into the
already dimly lit living room. He noticed, at a quick
glance, that she looked nice, albeit tired.
"Hey. You look nice. What's the occasion?" he asked
before turning his attention back to the day's NBA
highlights.
She looked at him as if insulted. "Occasion? We had a
meeting today. The regional manager was there. I had to
wear these stupid boots..." she grunted as she kicked
them off and plopped down on the couch next to him.
Jeff never took his eyes off the TV as he lets his
hands accentuate his words. "Look, I know you had a day
and you know I love you and all, but Kobe's driving to
the hoop so you've got to silencio the talky, okay?
It's very important. Now, be a good woman and go make
me a sandwich, like I like."
"Oh, fuck you. You asked, asshole." she retorted.
Jeff wasn't insulted. It wasn't the first time she
called him an asshole and wouldn't be the last... that
day.
"You should quit. It's not like you're broke. Your
parents give you over three grand a month. I wish my
parents hooked me up like that. I have to work a shit
job for what I earn." he said.
"Hey, where do you think I got the money to get you
those expensive ass Nikes you just had to have last
summer?" she asked.
"You didn't need that job to get them for me. They only
pay you, what, seven fifty an hour? And, hey, I got you
a few Playstation 2 games that summer so don't play
like the gift giving is lopsided."
"I probably will quit." she conceded as she stood up
and headed for his kitchen.
She went to the fridge and pilfered a Diet Coke.
Walking back into the living room, the Coke in her
hand, Jeff looked at the glass and her eyes met his.
"Want some?" she asked.
He reached out and grabbed the can. She watched him pop
the tab and drink it from full to empty, draining the
can of the last drops. He handed her back the empty
can, smiling as he did.
She glared at him icily. "Ass."
She headed back into the kitchen and got another can of
coke, this time swilling it herself and not offering
any to Jeff.
"Okay, now put it on that medical channel." she said.
"...They're showing crazy, life-saving operations.
There's a guy who has his dead twin inside his stomach
and they have to operate—"
Jeff cut her off. "I'm not changing the channel. Cheap
Seats is coming on next. Are you insane? You're not my
wife. You're lucky because if you were I would've
power-bombed your ass through the kitchen table for
even entertaining the idea that I'd do what you told me
to."
She snapped her tongue, not impressed. "Please, you try
to powerbomb me, I'll throw your ass out the window on
the second floor. You'd be all on the ground in the
backyard like, "Owwww, mommy, I need you, mommy..." she
mocked, pretending to be a suffering Jeff.
Without looking, he shoved her with one arm, enough to
budge her. She pushed back with both hands. He fended
her off with one arm, his eyes never breaking
concentration on the TV. She had to get up on her knees
and shove at him with both hands but she was far too
diminutive to cause any harm.
She started bouncing on the couch, pushing on him, her
breathing becoming labored. "You like that? Huh? You
like getting your ass kicked by a girl?"
Jeff started to lean away from Lizzy, slowly being
pushed onto his side. He started laughing. "Stop
pushing, you bitch!"
"Bitch? I'll show you a bitch." she joked, still
pouncing on him.
With her weight angling down on him, Jeff finally slid
down the couch cushion onto his back and Lizzy slipped
off his shoulder, collapsing onto his chest. The kids
were both laughing, breathing heavily, Lizzy lying on
top of Jeff's chest.
They looked into each other's eyes, still chuckling,
but realized the compromising positions they were in.
Their smiles subsided, their breathing slowed. The
moment became extremely awkward. One of them had to say
something.
"Am I crushing you?" she asked, her face flush.
Jeff was just as bewildered. "Your boobs are. They're
huge."
They both chuckled nervously. Just then, a phone rang.
Jeff reached into his pocket. Lizzy's face sank,
anything but enthusiastic. "I swear, it better not
be..."
Jeff answered. "Hey Caitlin." Lizzy rolled her eyes and
plopped back onto the couch, watching the TV with her
eyes, but listening to him with her ears.
She listened to the fragmented, one-sided conversation
until Jeff hung up.
With an attitude in her voice, she looked at him with a
frigid visage. "Let me guess."
Jeff seemed twitchy and nervous. "Yeah, that was
Caitlin."
"Yeah, I kinda figured that."
"She, uh, asked if I could drop her off at the mall."
Lizzy's eyes drifted off. He knew that look. "She
doesn't have a car, Lizzy."
"You know she's just using you, right?"
"No, I don't think that's fair. She's not using me.
She's just not the driving type. You know how it is."
She then pushed to her feet and wandered towards the
doorway.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I don't want keep you from getting her to the mall so
I'm going home." she said as she raised her eyebrows.
"Hey, come on..." he stood up and followed as she
walked to the door. "What do you have against her
anyway?"
She opened the door, then closed it again, turning to
him, responding as if insulted. "What do I have against
her? Jeff, she's a complete and total skank. She's one
of those girls that are 100% style and no substance
and, frankly, I can't believe you'd go out with someone
like her. She doesn't respect you. She only calls when
she needs to borrow money or needs a ride. You deserve
better and you're selling yourself short."
"I think you've got it all wrong." he retorted.
"Oh yeah? When's the last time you two had sex?"
He was speechless. After babbling for a few seconds, he
spat out an answer. "I really don't think that's a
matter of importance."
"Uh huh. What? A month? Two months? Three?"
"She wants to save herself for marriage and I respect
her for that."
Lizzy's eyes rolled up and she started chuckling
mockingly. "Oh please... You're so blind you don't even
see you're being taken for a ride. You may not be able
to see past her blond-in-a-bottle hair, but I do. The
least she could do is put out."
"She will, eventually. I'm confident of that. I'm
willing to wait for when she's ready."
Lizzy couldn't help but laugh derisively at him as she
walked out. Jeff was ashamed and had nothing to say in
his defense.
He quickly upped and followed her out the door into the
front yard. "She's my girlfriend. What am I supposed to
do?"
She threw her hands in the air, fed up and pushed out
the door. He followed her still into the driveway.
"We've had this conversation before..." she added.
"...if you think so little of yourself that you think
that she's all you deserve, then it's your loss. You
know, there are tons of single girls out there probably
very willing to go out with you. If you just broadened
your horizons a little and didn't make up your mind
about a girl three seconds after seeing her you might
find someone great."
He stopped following her and looked down at the Nerf
football at his feet. He snatched it up and threw it,
bouncing it off the back of her head. She stopped,
turned, and glared at him.
"Movie night tonight, right? Your house or mine?" he
asked.
"Try Caitlin's house. You'll probably have to be the
one to work the DVD player. She doesn't seem the tech
savvy type, if you know what I mean." she replied
coldly before turning back to walk across the street.
"Come on... we never miss movie night. Movie night is
every night." he said.
"Have movie night with Caitlin. She can suck you off
after the movie is over, if you're lucky. It's
something you can wish for." she blurted out angrily.
Jeff didn't know what to say. He just stood there in
the yard staring until she went inside her house and
shut the door.
As Lizzy kicked her shoes off and sat down on her bed,
her cell phone rang. It was Jeff. She considered
whether or not to answer. She picked it up.
"What?" she blurted out.
"Geez, what's into you, Lizzy?"
"It's not what's into me, it's what you're into."
"I don't see why you hate Caitlin so much."
"Stop saying her name, please. Even her name is
annoying."
"I don't get you." he said.
"Jeff, you're the one with the bad taste. If that's how
little you think of yourself, then fine. I'm gonna take
a nap so please don't call back."
Jeff was saddened. For the night, he was defeated.
"Alright. If that's what you want. I'm sorry for
bothering you."
She hung up without saying goodbye. He looked at his
phone, stunned. Looking at the clock, he knew Caitlin
was waiting in her front yard for him to arrive. Women.
*******
Fifteen minutes later, Jeff pulled up to Caitlin's
house. Running up to his car was the bouncy, bright
blue-eyed tart wrapped in a short, flowy skirt and
revealing blouse. Her golden blonde tresses were pinned
back at the bangs with a fancy barrette. She hopped in
the passenger side, leaned over and gave him a quick
peck on the cheek.
"Hey sweetie!" she said.
"Hey! So, it's a day at the mall, huh? Got anything in
mind specifically or just window shopping?"
"Yeah, Trish is waiting for me. We were going to have
some coffee then go to that new clothing store they
just opened."
"Wow, really? I was thinking of taking a look in there.
Mind if I tag along?"
"Oooh, sweetie, I wish you could but I kind of made
arrangements with Trish. We're going to be doing, you
know, girl stuff. You wouldn't be interested. You'd be
bored out of your mind." she joked, passing it off as
nothing.
Jeff was disappointed and could see Lizzy in his mind
giving him that 'I told you so' look. He played it off,
laughing along with Caitlin.
The next morning, Jeff woke up bright and early and
made breakfast. He put it on a plate and walked across
the street, knocking on Lizzy's door. Her dad, Jeff's
Uncle Phil, opened it.
"Hey, Uncle Phil. Is Lizzy up?" Jeff asked.
"Hey, Jeff. Up bright and early, huh? No, Lizzy's still
in bed. Can I borrow some of that bacon?" he said with
a grimace as he reached for the plate.
"Sorry, Uncle Phil, this is for Lizzy." Jeff moved with
agility, dashing past Phil into the house as he
laughed.
Phil laughed too. "Go on upstairs and wake her. She
should be up anyways."
Jeff walked past the kitchen where his aunt was eating
breakfast, "Hi Aunt Ellen." he said in passing as she
waved.
He went upstairs and opened Lizzy's door, shutting it
behind him. She was fast asleep. He watched her for a
moment, smiling.
He then snatched up a pillow laying at the foot of the
bed and smacked her in the head with it. She snapped
up, eyes bulging, then focusing on Jeff.
"What the fuck?! Ass!" she barked as she threw the
pillow back at him and laid back down.
He chuckled and sat down next to her, offering the
plate. "Here. Breakfast in bed."
She sat up, looking at the plate, her anger tamed. She
then looked back at him, bouncing a repentant grin.
"Hope you like it." he said.
She didn't take a bite. She just looked at it,
contemplating solemnly.
"Hey, go close my door." she said with an interesting
calmness. Jeff shut the door. "Lock it." she added. He
did, and then looked at her, confused. She patted the
bed so he went and sat down.
"You get lucky last night?" she asked.
He didn't know how to explain without getting an 'I
told you so' in return.
"No. She had plans with one of her girlfriends." Jeff
said, disappointed with himself.
"Told you so." she said. In his mind, Jeff rolled his
eyes.
"You know..." she said. "...I'm not going to
apologize." She was tragically earnest. This was a
serious side of her Jeff rarely saw. "Look, I meant
what I said about Caitlin yesterday. I may have been a
little rude about it, but I think sometimes you need a
good kick in the head to get a point across." she said.
He listened calmly, receptively.
"I just don't think she's right for you. I think you
deserve better. I mean, look at your situation: you're
dating this girl who basically uses you for money and
transportation, doesn't put out and, for all you know,
she could be sleeping around behind your back."
This was news to him. "She could?" Jeff was infamously
gullible.
"Uh, yeah." Lizzy sarcastically announced. "It's what
girls like her do best: lie on their backs and let guys
turn their pussies into Disneyworld."
Jeff muttered, "I still haven't gotten to go to her
Disneyworld..."
Lizzy sunk forward, brows high, "Yeah. Exactly."
Lizzy watched Jeff sulk, eyes down. She felt sorry for
him. "Well, don't feel so down. The barbecue tomorrow
should take your mind off of her for awhile."
"Yeah, eating meats slathered in barbecue sauce and
having to hear you burp and laugh like a psych ward
patient in my backyard will really take my mind off the
fact that my girlfriend refuses to polish my sausage."
"Maybe if you take out a few of your own ribs, you can
polish your own sausage. The lead singer in this metal
band does it." she suggested.
"Ha ha. Very funny. You should have your own show on
Comedy Central; you're so damned funny. Not."
"Hey, you're the one with the bad taste in girls."
"Exactly. I mean, I do choose to hang out with you." he
snapped back.
She punched him in the chest. "Bitch." she cursed. "So,
since you're so depressed about your girl problems, are
you going to call off what we had planned after the
barbecue?"
"We had something planned?" he asked, confused.
She was insulted, her mouth agape. "Uhh, yeah. We were
supposed to go to downtown and check out that new ice
cream parlor, the one that just opened? The one with
the all-you-can-eat dessert bar? I gotsta have my
triple chocolate strawberry crème and I'll kill to get
it."
"Yeah, that's all I need. I get no sex as it is so why
not just become a fat ass?" he said.
"I'm sick and tired of hearing about all the sex you
aren't getting. Next time you go looking for a
girlfriend, don't pick one whose panties are tougher to
get into than Fort Knox. So, you're not going to flake
tomorrow, are you?" she asked.
"Nah, we'll go."
"Okay, I'm holding you to that." she said.
*****
The next day, Jeff's and Lizzy's parents and Lizzy were
in Jeff's backyard. The women were setting the tables
and Phil was flipping burgers while Lizzy's dad, Barry,
chatted with him with a beer in his hand. Lizzy came
into the backyard, looking around. Jeff was nowhere to
be found.
She went up to Jeff's mom, Becky. "Aunt Becky, where's
Jeff?"
Becky looked around. "Huhn. He's not in his room?"
"No, I just checked."
"Maybe he went to the store really quick to get some
chips or something?" Becky theorized.
"Hmm, maybe." Lizzy said, but not believing it.
Half an hour later, Jeff still hadn't shown up but the
food was ready so everyone started digging in. Lizzy
bit into her hamburger, wondering where Jeff was. She
felt like a fifth wheel since the parents were having
adult-y conversations. She missed him and knew that if
he were there, she'd actually be having fun.
Then, Lizzy heard the rear sliding glass door to Jeff's
house open. She looked up and into the backyard walked
Jeff. Holding his hand was Caitlin.
Lizzy stopped chewing. Her face sunk. Jeff saw Lizzy's
expression from across the yard and was wearing a
nervous smile himself.
The parents all welcomed Jeff and Caitlin loudly and
enthusiastically. Lizzy sat silent, looking down at her
plate, stewing in flustered anger.
Jeff spoke. "Hey, guys. I thought I'd invite Caitlin
over for the barbecue. I hope that's cool."
"Of course!" Phil exclaimed. "Pull up a chair, Caitlin,
and grab a burger. Jeff, get her a plate."
Caitlin interrupted. "Oh, it's okay, Mr. Monroe. I just
came to spend time with Jeff, mostly. I'll just have a
bottled water or something. I really need to watch my
figure. If I eat just one hamburger, I'll balloon up."
Lizzy, remaining obscure, rolled her eyes, her thoughts
stabbing venom at Jeff's blonde guest.
"You don't need to watch your figure, honey." Becky
laughed. "I'm sure plenty of guys watch it for you."
Caitlin chuckled along with Becky and the rest of the
parents. Jeff laughed along, but noticed that Lizzy
wasn't. He could see she was not happy in the least.
Lizzy seemed to almost take Caitlin's comment as a
personal dig at her.
"So, what have you been up to, Caitlin?" Ellen asked.
"Oh, not much. My friend Stacy's car broke down last
night so Jeff was going to drop us off at this salon
downtown to have our hair and nails done." Caitlin
said.
Lizzy was stewing in her juices.
"Is that the place that opened up next to that organic
market?" Becky asked.
"Yeah." Caitlin said.
"You know, you should take Lizzy with you one of these
days, Caitlin. She could use a few lessons on how to be
a girl." Ellen chuckled. "She's still in her tomboy
phase!"
Everyone laughed, save for Jeff, whose tame laugh was
just for show. Lizzy grinned with fake enthusiasm,
secretly wanting to strangle her mom. Jeff cringed
inside, feeling for her. Lizzy put down her burger and
fished out her cell phone. No one had called her, but
she pretended to get a text message.
"Excuse me, I'm getting a text..." Lizzy said
discreetly to the adults before excusing herself from
the table.
Everyone carried on, talking, everyone but Jeff. He
watched as Lizzy walked towards the side gate. He
turned to his dad.
"Hey, dad, I'm gotta grab a soda from the fridge real
quick."
Phil nodded, completely engaged in his conversation
with Barry, both men guffawing as they spoke and drank
their beers.
Jeff whispered to Caitlin. "I'll be right back."
Caitlin was yakking it up with Jeff's mom and aunt so
she didn't mind.
Jeff jogged to the side gate and could see Lizzy
crossing the street through it. He pushed through the
gate, chasing after her. He caught up with her in her
driveway. She sensed his presence, having heard his
pounding footsteps, but didn't acknowledge him.
Jeff was apologetic in his every gesture. "Hey, I'm
sorry. I—I didn't know she wanted to come by. She
called me earlier and had me pick her up."
Lizzy paced up to her house, not slowing a step. She
pushed through her front door as Jeff followed. "It's
okay. I mean, she's your girlfriend. You guys gotta
hang out."
"It wasn't right what your mom said. You don't need to
take lessons from anyone." he said.
Lizzy scaled the stairs, heading to her room. Jeff
followed closely behind. "Apparently some people think
so. Maybe I should be more like Caitlin. Maybe I should
get all whored up, go out, get drunk and sleep with a
ton of guys. Hey, maybe if I'm lucky I'll get an STD,
or better yet, knocked up! I'll bet that'd make me
'more girly'. I'll bet everyone would love it if I
started shopping at Victoria's Secret, wearing lingerie
in my third trimester, but only after I take my meds to
help keep my Chlamydia under control. But I'd have to
make sure, above all else, that my eye shadow
complimented my skin tone."
Lizzy and Jeff took their conversation into her room.
"Lizzy, that's not you. I like you just the way you
are."
Flustered, she finally spun around, confronting him
face to face. "Yeah, because I'm harmless! I'm
undesirable, repulsive. I couldn't get a rock hard."
Jeff chuckled in a reassuringly supportive way. "That's
not true at all."
"Oh yeah? How isn't it?"
Jeff wanted to confess the dirty little thoughts he'd
compiled about her over the years but he just couldn't
draw up the courage to. All he could do was look down.
"Exactly." she said.
"You are attractive. You just don't need to be all
painted up to be."
"You forgot to say that I'm beautiful on the inside and
that's what counts. What other motivational cliché are
you going to dig up next? That I'm not fat, that I've
just got more to love?"
"Well, you're not fat at all, so that's just silly."
Jeff said.
"Apparently I must be, since only fat asses eat
hamburgers. According to Caitlin, I must be a balloon
since I like to eat from time to time." Lizzy growled.
"Look, what do you want me to say? No matter how
attractive I think you are, you're my cousin. I can't,
like, hit on you like that. All that should matter is
that I care about you. That's why I love spending time
with you." he stated emphatically.
"You like hanging out with me because I'm like a guy,
that's why. If you weren't my cousin you'd have no
interest in spending five minutes with me." she said,
unconvinced.
"Now that's not fair. That's not true at all." he said,
disagreeing.
"That is true. I know how guys are. If I were
attractive even a little, you'd hit on me, cousin or
not. You'd want to get into my panties and eventually
you would. I know how it works."
"Lizzy, that's insane. So, the fact that I don't hit on
you means that I don't find you attractive? That you're
not attractive?"
"All I'm saying is that I can see what you find
attractive, and she's across the street in your
backyard not eating because God forbid she gains half a
pound."
"Will you stop it? You know how I feel about her and
how I feel about you." he barked.
She stared daggers into him. "Oh, I know how you feel.
You hang out with her, hoping for the chance to get her
into the sack, but since you have nothing in common
with her, afterwards you hang out with me for the
conversation."
"What is with you?" he asked.
"Jeff, you know what's with me." she said as she dug
her car keys out of her dresser.
Jeff intruded, turning her to face him. "Lizzy, I think
you're beautiful."
She looked into his eyes and saw the honesty in his
words. She was a bit taken aback by the admission, one
he'd never made before. He'd softened her, doused her
fire.
"Yeah, but Caitlin is your girlfriend. I can't stand
her but it's not up to me whom you choose to be with. I
just have to deal with it."
He looked at the keys in her hand. "Where are you
going?"
"Well, I figure our post-barbecue plans are shot since
Little Miss Cum-catcher is having you drive her around
town so I'll just go out alone."
"No, come on. Just wait for me."
She looked at him, astounded. He didn't get it. "I'm
not waiting around here while you chauffeur her all
over the place. I'm not going to play second fiddle to
anyone. You have plans. Fine. I'll just change mine."
She walked out of her room. Jeff slugged along after
her in defeat.
"Am I at least going to get to hang out with you
tonight when you get back?"
"I don't know when I'll be back." she spat back.
Jeff couldn't believe how hurt Lizzy was. He wished he
knew what to do to tame her. He wanted to stay with
her. She was his best friend and it was painful to see
her frustrated. He wanted to spend time with Lizzy and
not Caitlin, but he knew he couldn't come out and tell
her that. That would just complicate things.
He chased her out to her car. She was already in the
driver's seat, putting her key in the ignition when
Jeff ran up to her window. "Hey, drive careful, okay?
I'm going to call you in a few hours just to check in
on you, to make sure you're okay, alright?"
Lizzy was touched by his concern, but she had to play
the role. "Okay. I don't know if I'll pick up, though."
she said, maintaining her discontentedness.
She backed up in the driveway and drove off down the
street, leaving Jeff alone. He felt stranded.
Jeff sulked back to his house, into his backyard and
plopped down at the picnic table next to Caitlin.
Caitlin took his hand and whispered into his ear. "Can
we go now, sweetie?"
"Yeah, sure." Jeff said, trying to mask his
unhappiness.
A few miles away, Lizzy had stopped at a red light and
was almost in tears.
Jeff and Caitlin were now in his car, heading downtown.
He dropped Caitlin off in front of the salon. Her
friend, Stacy, was there and Caitlin barely gave Jeff a
second glance as she ran up to her, the two of them
disappearing into the salon amidst a sea of giggles and
chatter.
On the other side of town, Lizzy walked into a quaint
cosmetics shop/beauty salon. The place looked like it
had been around for a while, passed down a few
generations possibly. The women behind the counter
didn't look like swimsuit models. They were older and a
bit fuller in the body. This put Lizzy at ease.
She wasn't used to being in places like this. She was
out of her element, for sure. Hesitantly, she walked up
to the counter. The two ladies instantly greeted her
with wide smiles.
"Well, hi there!" one of them said.
"How can we help you today?" the other asked.
Lizzy tried to cobble together a coherent answer.
"Well, I—I don't know, I was thinking of just treating
myself today and getting a makeover."
She said this almost as a question. This peaked the
women's interest.
"Oh, of course! We can take care of you." one of them
said. "Were you interested in a facial? Pedicure?
Manicure? Shampoo, rinse and styling, maybe?"
Lizzy chortled. "Yes, please."
They came out from behind the counter and escorted her
to the back of the shop. Lizzy felt safe in their
hands.
"We'll do your facial first, then your hair, then your
nails and then you'll be all set." the darker-skinned
lady said.
"I'm not a big make-up person but I kind of wanted to
pick up a few things. What would you recommend?"
"We can help you out with that, darlin'. You're a cutie
now, but once you leave here you'll be causing car
crashes." the lady smiled.
Lizzy smiled, looking forward to it.
Jeff laid in bed, restlessly channel-surfing on his TV.
He leaned over and snatched up his cell phone off the
night table next to his bed. No messages, no calls.
Lizzy had been gone for over two hours.
He finally decided to give and check in on her. He
dialed her number and waited nervously for her to
answer. One ring, two rings, three, four, nothing.
She'd never been gone this long after a disagreement
and she'd never not picked up her phone. He was getting
worried.
He decided to give it one more try. He dialed again and
waited. After three rings, Lizzy picked up.
"Hey."
Jeff was relieved, but tried not to sound too excited.
"Hey, I just wanted to check in and make sure you were
okay."
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just doing a little shopping. I'll
be done in a little bit." Lizzy said.
"Oh, okay. Well, you drive safe, okay? Call me if you
need anything."
"Okay." she said. "See ya." and hung up.
Jeff was conflicted, happy that she was all right but
disturbed at her seemingly flip responses. She didn't
seem herself. She seemed distant, distracted. He lay
back in bed, his mind swirling with thoughts,
ruminations, and assumptions. He wondered how his
relationship with Caitlin was really affecting Lizzy.
Forty-five minutes later, he heard the familiar sound
of Lizzy's car tires rolling up her parent's driveway.
He bounced out of bed and peeked out of his blinds.
Lizzy's brake lights went off as she shut off the
ignition. She opened her door and got out, then leaned
back in, pulling several bags from the passenger seat
and lugging them up to the front door.
He wondered whether or not he should call her, wait for
her to call him, go over or wait for her to come over.
He decided to give her some space and wait for her.
He felt like he was waiting forever until finally his
phone rang. Elated, he popped up and answered it.
"Hey!"
"Hey, sweetie." the voice answering back wasn't Lizzy
but Caitlin. "We're done here. Could you pick me up?"
He was let down but tried to sound upbeat.
"Hey...sweetie. Yeah, sure, I'll be there in ten
minutes."
He hung up and snatched his car keys off the dresser.
As he headed out, his phone rang again. He looked at
the caller ID. It was Lizzy. He quickly answered.
"Hey! I noticed you just got back." he blurted out.
"Yeah. Hey, can you come over?" she asked sweetly.
He was really glad to hear the pleasantness in her
voice, but realized he couldn't run over there like he
wanted to. "Yeah, I'll be over in, like, half an hour.
I just gotta do something real quick."
Lizzy was smoldering under her calm tenor. "Hmm, let me
guess. You got the call, right? She says jump and you
start hopping. Same old story."
He tried to smooth things over. "I said I'd be over in
half an hour. I will be. I promise."
"Whatever." she barked back and hung up on him.
"Geez." he thought. "It's like having two girlfriends."
He hurried to his car, speeding off towards Caitlin.
The quicker he picked her up and got her home, the
quicker he could get home to Lizzy.
He arrived at the salon and Caitlin was waiting
outside. Upon seeing him, she ran around to the
passenger's side and hopped in.
"Hey, honey." she beamed.
Jeff was impressed. She looked great. But for Jeff she
was more like a priceless piece of art hanging on a
wall: nice to look at, impossible to touch and not much
more to her than what you could see. For him, that was
always something that ate away at him. Any other guy
looking at her would come to the same conclusion: "What
a piece of ass. I'd fuck it." but that was the problem.
That's not all Jeff wanted.
"So, how do I look?" she asked, grinning.
"Great, as always."
It only took him ten minutes to get her home. She
leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and decided to
walk her to her front door.
The sun was going down, the sky was the perfect hue of
gold and bronze. She reached into her purse to find her
house keys and her purse slipped off her arm and hit
the floor, spilling its contents. "Shit." Caitlin said,
her cell phone and keys clattering over by the door.
She had to turn around to pick them up.
Jeff looked down and, amidst the small pile of spilt
contents, was something unmistakable. An empty condom
wrapper. His heart sank. Before Caitlin turned around,
he scooped everything, including the condom wrapper,
back into her purse.
She turned around and he handed her the purse. Keys in
hand, she unlocked her door. She smiled back at him.
"Did you want to come inside for a few minutes? My
parents are gone."
Any other time he would've leapt at the offer, but he
was still reeling inside. Stunned. "Actually, I
promised my dad I was going to be back right away. I
have to help him with some car work."
She actually looked a little disappointed. He was sure
though that she'd probably had sex some time within the
last few hours, and it wasn't with him.
The drive back home was a decisive one. He realized
that everything Lizzy was telling him about Caitlin was
probably true. He'd never been cheated on before but
the proof was almost undeniable... unless you're in
denial, like he was desperately trying to be.
He got home, parked, and walked over to Lizzy's. Jeff's
Aunt Ellen opened the door and let him in.
"Hey, Jeff. Did you have your girlfriend talk to
Lizzy?" she asked.
"No, why?"
"Well, she went out to do a little shopping and came
back looking like a Barbie doll."
"What? Really?" he asked, now bitingly curious.
"Go see. She's in her room." she suggested.
Jeff quickly scaled the stairs. He knocked on her door
only to hear Lizzy's muffled voice say, "Come in!"
He opened the door and found Lizzy sitting at her
computer desk, her back to him.
The only light in the room was coming from her monitor,
but he could tell that something was different about
her. He noticed that her normally frizzy hair was now
straight and smooth, cascading down her shoulders.
"Your mom said you were up here. I wanted to talk to
you."
Without turning to him, she spoke. "Sure. What did you
want to talk about."
"Can I turn your light on?" he asked.
"Sure."
He flicked her light switch on and went over to stand
next to her. Her attention was lazily affixed to the
screen as she scoured random websites.
"Whatcha doing?" he asked.
"Being bored. Just surfing the net."
He looked her over, noticing that she looked so
different. She was always beautiful to him but never
attempted to 'polish' her natural cuteness with make-up
or primping of any kind. A natural beauty, if you will.
But now, she'd been given a serious polish. Her skin
was glowing and fresh looking and her nails were
painted a slick, dark crimson.
She did get her hair done. It shimmered, flowing
straighter than he'd ever seen it. She looked so...
desirable. At that moment, he actually wanted to kiss
her. Kind of the same way when you go to a bakery and
see a scrumptious looking cake and you want to bury
your face in it.
He stumbled for words. "Wow, you look really nice."
"Thanks." she said, still not locking eyes with him.
"I hope you didn't go out and get all done up just
because of what your mom said."
She still came off flip. "Not really. I just had all
this cash burning a hole in my pocket so I figured I'd
do something new for a change."
"New is good. You look really..."
"...Nice." she interrupted. "You said that already. I
know it's impossible to turn a beast into a beauty, but
I'm pretty happy with how I turned out."
He knelt next to her. "I wanted to say you looked a lot
better than 'nice' but I didn't want you to think I
was, you know, throwing lines at you or something."
"Yeah, whatever." she said, still clearly not
convinced.
Jeff was fed up with her attitude and frosty exterior.
He shut off her monitor and she finally glared up at
him, furious. "What the hell?" she barked.
"What's up with you today? Talk to me." he said, taking
her hand in his.
She turned to him and he finally saw her straight on.
She did look beautiful. He lost his train of thought
for a second before reeling himself back in. Even with
her polished exterior, she seemed vulnerable and
unsure. Unhappy.
"You look beautiful. I mean that. If I wasn't your
cousin and had the balls to say more, I'd say it. Now,
answer me. Are you sure that what your mom said didn't
irk you?" he asked.
"How could it not, Jeff? Little Miss Perfect is sitting
right there, afraid to eat and getting ready to get
even prettier by going to some salon and there I am,
sucking down burgers while my mom basically tells me
that I'm a fattie that needs to wear make-up in front
of everyone."
"You know she didn't mean that. And stop comparing
yourself to other people. You're beautiful, inside and
out. If you don't believe it, believe me."
She softened before his eyes. "So, how was your day?"
The thoughts of Caitlin and his discovery rushed back
at him. He stood, walking over to her bed and plopping
down. She stood up and sat down on the floor in front
of him.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
Jeff didn't know whether to tell her or not. It'd just
be more ammunition to use against him. "I think—I think
that Caitlin is cheating on me."
Lizzy's face lit up in a strange, fascinated way.
Heart-broken, crushed, but as if she'd had a
revelation. Unbeknownst to Jeff, Lizzy was cheering
inside. Part of her, most of her, well, all of her,
wanted him to leave her. Whether she knew it herself or
not, Lizzy wanted to be the only female in his life.
It's like two female dogs fighting over territory; one
leaving its scent and the other marking over it, and so
on and so forth. To Lizzy, Jeff was her territory and
Caitlin was the cancerous intrusion into her territory.
She wanted to root Caitlin out and get rid of her and
she realized that this knowledge was probably the best
bet she had.
She prodded him on it. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I found an open condom wrapper in her purse. We
haven't had sex in months and I don't ever remember
using that brand."
She played coy, playing along very carefully. "Do you
think she's cheating?"
He let his head hang low. "Yeah, I think so."
"Are you going to break up with her?" she pushed.
"I don't know. I don't even know how I would."
She rubbed his leg. "I'm sorry. She doesn't deserve
you."
She thought for a second, knowing what she wanted to
say but not knowing if she had the courage to. Finally,
she managed. "If you weren't my cousin, I'd probably
offer to do something for you but you'd probably think
the idea was disgusting."
"Like what?"
She didn't know what she was doing. She'd never seduced
anyone much less come right out and offered oral sex,
ESPECIALLY not to the boy she'd grown up with. But,
having brought it up, she had dug herself into a deep
hole.
"I don't know. Caitlin doesn't do anything for you."
Jeff was sure she didn't mean what he thought she
meant. "I don't—do you mean..."
She felt the conversation getting awkward and wanted to
bail out. "It's nothing. Forget it."
Jeff certainly didn't want to forget it. He had a
beautiful angel of a girl kneeling between his legs
that he thinks just offered him oral sex and he was not
going to 'forget it'. He leaned forward, resting his
hand on her shoulder. "No, wait. What did you mean?"
He could see she didn't have much of a follow-up. She
didn't think past her initial offer. He caressed her
soft, round face in his hands. "I'm just going to go
out on a limb. If I'm wrong, I'm wrong, but did you
mean something sexual?"
She looked to the side, unsure. "I don't know. It's not
like Caitlin satisfies you."
"Can I ask you something?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Why did you really go and get all done up today?" he
asked.
"Look, I just got tired of looking at myself in the
mirror and seeing a ten-year old boy in a girl's body.
Guys are into girls that do this crap, put make-up on
and do their hair and nails. I know you're into girls
that do that kind of stuff." she accused.
"You know what I'm into?"
"What?" she asked.
"You."
Her eyes lit up, not expecting to hear that.
"You're just so special, you have no idea. The guy that
lands you just won't know realize how lucky he is to
have you." he professed.
"Well, right now, that guy is you." she said coyly.
"Do me one favor, though."
"What?" Lizzy asked.
"Don't ever even tease about offering me anything
sexual. I have willpower but looking as cute as you do
right now, if you ask me again I don't think I'll be
able to turn you down." Jeff suggested.
She smiled. He crawled onto the ground and into her
arms. They embraced.
"So I got all dolled up for nothing?" she asked, not
realizing how seductive it was.
"You did all this to torture me. The only girl on the
planet I can't touch is the one I spend most of my time
with."
"Yeah, well, the same goes for you."
They chuckled at the absurdity of it all.
"So, what are you doing tomorrow?" she asked.
"I didn't have plans."
"Want to go out with me tomorrow?"
"Don't you have work?" he asked.
"I took your advice. I quit. I don't need the money
anyways and I was getting real sick of taking all that
crap from my manager. Plus, I want to take you out."
"Where are we going?"
"Shopping?"
"For what?" he asked.
"I don't know. We'll just go waste some money. I'm
buying. So, how 'bout it?"
Jeff looked down to see those large, dark, coercive
eyes. Eyes he could never say no to. It didn't help
that at the angle she was leaning, he could see right
down the collar of her sweater and to the unmistakable
cleavage that lay therein. He blinked, trying to hide
his enthusiasm.
Smoothly, he nodded. "Okay."
CHAPTER TWO
***********
The next day, Jeff waited in his car as Lizzy walked
across the street. She looked just as cute as the night
before, still wearing her sweatshirt and jeans. She
hopped in the passenger side and immediately leaned
forward, digging into his pants pockets. His body
locked up, not knowing what Lizzy was doing. As she dug
into his pockets, her breasts mashed against his arm.
Lizzy finally found what she was looking for: his cell
phone. She quickly fiddled with it, shutting it off and
tossing it on her floor mat. "Okay, let's go."
Jeff took a quick glimpse out the window, seeing the
glaring sun. "Liz, it's like ninety degrees outside.
You sure you want to go out dressed like that?"
He noted her sweatshirt.
"I'm not gonna dress down and have weirdoes staring at
my boobs all day." she said.
If Jeff were drinking something at that moment, he
would've spat it out. Lizzy snickered jokingly.
A few minutes into the car ride to the mall, Lizzy
unzipped her sweatshirt and peeled it off. She exhaled
frustratingly. "I hate to say it, but you were right.
It is so piss hot out today."
The instant Jeff glanced over at her, he almost
swallowed his tongue. She was wearing a tiny, baby blue
t-shirt under her sweatshirt that barely contained her
breasts. Her tits protruded boldly, stretching at the
fabric and jiggled whenever Lizzy moved even the
slightest bit. From his angle, Jeff got a perfect view
down her low-cut shirt. He winced at the beauty of her
cleavage.
She'd become instantly distracting, but not in an
exhibitionistic way. She wasn't trying to be sexy.
Usually, she seemed to try not to be. With her body,
though, anything less than a thick sweater would come
off as exhibitionistic.
She looked at him. "You okay?"
He was still trying to dig his tongue out of his
throat. "Is that a new shirt?"
She looked down at it. "Not really. I've had it lying
around. I just don't like wearing it much because it's
kind of tacky. I call it my skank shirt. Doesn't do
much of a job of keeping my girls indoors, huh?" she
sniggered.
Jeff tried to laugh along with her. He was pretty sure
she saw through it and realized his laughter was
bullshit, though.
Sometimes Jeff realized just how cute and tempting his
cousin was. She wasn't the kind of girl who was
everybody's kind of coffee but she was the perfect cup
of coffee for him. Feisty, funny, silly, immature, but
also very deep, complex and emotionally needy all the
same. She was a very strange dichotomy. What Jeff found
most appealing about her, though, was that she found
safety and security with him and only him.
She never did anything out of character. She was
consistent in almost everything she did. Predictable.
Jeff would never, one day, find out that she went out
to a club, got drunk and fucked some frat boys. In
fact, her trip to the salon was the most
uncharacteristic thing she'd ever done, but upon closer
inspection, Jeff realized how it was so typical of her.
Jeff knew that Lizzy, deep down, wanted his approval
about everything she did. Now, that was bleeding over
into how she looked. She wanted to please him, even if
it meant doing things she wouldn't do for herself.
In many ways, Lizzy was the female version of himself,
except she was the initiate in everything. The one to
say where they were going, what they were doing. Very
much how a couple works where the woman is in charge.
Having said all that, Lizzy was very emotionally unsure
and dependent on her cousin. She had latched onto him
since they were very little and, for some reason, never
let go. They were always two peas in a pod. Jeff
suspected that he was the only one she could ever be so
rowdy and unruly with. Deep down, she was a shy girl
who didn't like attention. Well, she fancied Jeff's
attention, but their relationship wasn't the common
type.
Jeff figured that Lizzy must've been completely
oblivious to how the male mind worked. So many times
over the years, the two would have 'sleepovers', much
the way two teenage girls would. Many a time during
these sleepovers, Lizzy would walk around in her room
or Jeff's in just a small top and pajama shorts. She
would wrestle around with him, lean over him to reach
for a soda can or use him as a pillow and lay her head
in his lap as they watched movies.
Maybe for her sexless mind these moments were
completely uneventful but for Jeff they were strangely
exciting, awkward and confusing moments.
A few times Jeff even thought she was making a pass at
him but he couldn't be sure. He never attempted to act
on these suspicions. He knew that if he had and his
suspicions were unfounded or misinterpreted, what
followed would be a very bizarre, crushing life
experience. Lizzy would also probably have punched him
in the balls for it.
Jeff didn't know any better back then. He was just a
dumb kid whose dick was eager to get into almost any
pussy. It wasn't his fault that his attractive younger
cousin would lay all over him, inadvertently swinging
her tits in his face. Hormones do what they're made to
do: trigger that re-productive instinct. That was the
conundrum that faced Jeff. Instinct versus logic.
Suddenly, he got whacked in the head. It was Lizzy with
an open palm.
Jeff thrashed around. "WHAT THE HELL?!" he barked,
overacting.
"I've been talking for, like, five minutes and you've
just been staring off into space. You thinking about
some girl's tits or something?"
He actually froze, wondering whether she was reading
his mind. Then he realized telepathy isn't real. He
breathed a sigh of relief before responding.
"No, I'm just driving. Focusing on the road."
"You're such a tit-head." she said, disgusted.
"Is that your new buzzword? 'Tit'? What's wrong with
you? Stop saying that." he chuckled.
***
They both play-sulked until they arrived at the mall.
With it being fairly early and a weekday, the parking
lot was only peppered with cars. They parked and Lizzy
threw her sweatshirt back on.
As they got inside, the cool breeze of the air
conditioning swept over them and the soothing sound of
mall music rolled out of the hidden, disembodied
speakers. The two breathed in the smell of
oversaturated consumerism and moved deeper inside.
They chitchatted as they walked past shop after shop,
pointing out window items of interest. They finally
approached the mall's electronics shop.
Lizzy got excited as they walked in. "Holy crap. I
wonder if Armed Assault 2 is out."
"You looking to get your ass kicked in that game, too?"
"Please. The only times you killed me was when you got
lucky or you cheated." Jeff taunted.
They perused the aisles until Lizzy came upon a game
that she remembered Jeff talking about. The box
featured a leggy, armor-clad babe wielding a sword.
"Hey, didn't you talk about wanting to get that?" she
asked.
He looked at the box. "Yeah. I don't know. I think I'll
wait and get it next month."
"Why next month?"
"I get paid." he said.
"Jeff, I'll get it for you."
"Come on, Lizzy. I owe you like $200 in stuff you've
bought me over the past month."
She appeared almost insulted. "Jeff, you don't owe me.
Come on, I like buying you stuff."
"It's okay. I can get it later. It's no biggie."
She sighed and picked the box off the shelf. Jeff knew
she'd do that. She definitely was stubborn, but in the
sweetest way.
Lizzy paid for a few items, including the gift she got
Jeff and they walked out. Feeling guilty for letting
her buy him the game, he held the bag for Lizzy.
They passed a women's clothing store and Lizzy looked
up at the posters framed on the windows of the thin,
sexy models. Looking in, they could see it was a fairly
high-class women's fashion: sexy, understated, classy
but sensual. If Victoria's Secret made clothes other
than lingerie.
"Oh my Gawd. A whole store that caters to skanks." she
joked.
"I don't know. It kinda looks like classy, sexy type
stuff."
She looked at him, ready to laugh. "You don't think
those clothes look whorish?"
"How can you see the clothes from out here?"
"Duh, I can see the billboards here. The models." she
stated.
"Well, you can hate on the models but don't hate on the
clothes. The clothes didn't do anything to you." he
said.
She punched him on the shoulder.
"Weren't you saying the other day that you wanted to
get some summer clothes anyway?" he asked.
"Yeah, but just for, like, in the house. Just stuff to
hang out in."
"Well, this stuff seems pretty laid back."
"I think this stuff is a bit too girly for me." she
confessed.
"You are a girl, Lizzy. Quit being such a wimp. Just go
inside and try some stuff on. You already had your hair
and nails done so complete the trifecta." he said,
goading her on.
She thought about it. Secretly, she wondered how she'd
look if she really got dolled up. She had gotten her
hair, nails and face done. She had the make-up at home.
All that was missing was some clothes. Since Jeff was
goading her to try on some of the wardrobe inside, she
felt comfortable taking the leap and trying something
different.
"Maybe I'll just look." she said.
Once in the store, Jeff tried to play as the trapped
boyfriend. He made sure to stay close to Lizzy so that
no women would think he was some weirdo loitering in a
women's clothing store.
Lizzy leafed through the racks. The clothes seemed very
provocative to her, maybe too provocative for her
sensibilities.
She looked over her shoulder at Jeff. "You think
professional escorts buy their clothes here?"
"Maybe. The clothes look nice."
"'Nice' is one way to say it." she said, chortling.
"Stop being so afraid of being sexy, Lizzy. Why don't
you try something on?"
"Like I know what sexy looks like."
"Well, I know what sexy looks like so I'll help. Here.
Let's see..." Jeff said as he leaned past Lizzy,
looking into the rack. Jeff saw a few tops he thought
would look cute on Lizzy so he took them off the rack.
Lizzy followed him around the store and soon, she
started seeing things she was curious enough about to
try on.
After a few minutes of perusing the racks and shelves
and picking a few choice items, she decided to try on
what she'd picked. She saw Jeff turn the corner of the
aisle holding several tops he'd chosen for her.
"Hey, Lizzy, if you're going to try stuff on, here." he
said.
"Well, just come in here with me so you can tell me
what you think." she said as she opened the changing
room door.
Jeff wasn't sure what she meant by that. Clearly she
didn't imply he stand in the dressing room with her
while she changed. But as he wandered over to her,
Lizzy tugged on his shirt, pulling him inside the
dressing room and shutting the door behind them.
Jeff was a bit taken by her assertiveness. She was
always assertive but this was of a different sort, a
sort he couldn't put his finger on. They dumped the
clothes into a pile on the floor.
Jeff handed her one of the tops he'd chosen. "Here, try
this one first."
She picked it up, holding it outstretched it front of
her. "This? You think? It's tiny."
"Just try it."
"Okay." she said, putting the top down and moving to
unzip her sweatshirt.
Jeff got a bit antsy. "Hey, do you want me to turn
around or something?"
She didn't seem to care.
"You can close your eyes if you want. If you're scared
of seeing a girl's bare back." she said, looking over
her shoulder and grinning.
Jeff wasn't going to allow her to emasculate him. He
kept his eyes open and just looked to the side as she
took off her sweatshirt, and then her undershirt.
"I'm not wearing a bra so don't throw a hissy." she
said as she leaned over, picking up the top Jeff had
chosen.
Having heard "no bra" Jeff 'accidentally' glanced down
and saw the outline of her breast as she leaned
forward. His first thought was extremely juvenile,
excited at seeing a 'boob'. The man in him was
impressed at how smooth and flawless her olive skin
was... and how plump and shapely her breast looked for
that split second he caught a glance of it.
She slipped the top over her head and pulled it down
over her midsection.
She spun around in the cramped changing room,
presenting herself to him, hands out at her sides.
"What do you think?" she asked.
Jeff looked up at Lizzy's cute, eager face before his
eyes were immediately drawn to the massive amount of
cleavage being presented before him. He forgot to
breathe for a few seconds.
Jeff thanked himself for choosing the orange, low-cut
top that she was now modeling for him. Being the red-
blooded male he was, Jeff couldn't just see the
craftsmanship of the top, though. All he saw was the
large fleshy protrusions that had stretched and
deformed the decal on the front of the shirt. His heart
actually skipped a beat at suddenly being confronted
with her perfectly curvaceous frame.
He'd watched her grow up and, over the years, had
become a master at containing his enthusiasm whenever
Lizzy asked him to look at a new top or shirt of hers.
He developed a technique to remain smooth under the
evolution of her ever-growing bra sizes.
She was still waiting for an answer. Lackadaisically,
he spoke. "The shirt?"
Lizzy spat back. "No, my invisible tattoo. Yes, the
shirt."
"It's cool." he said.
She studied him for a few seconds, trying to determine
what he really meant. She immediately got flustered. "I
knew it. I look like crap." she said, turning around to
remove the shirt.
Jeff realized his response was too languid. He stood up
and moved towards her, placing his hands on her
shoulders and turning her towards him. "You look really
cute in that top."
"Yeah, that answer wasn't canned." her eyes trailed off
as she answered.
"Come on. I meant it. You look really cute in it."
She wasn't convinced. "You're just saying that 'cause
you're my cousin."
He tried to dismiss her accusation. Looking down at her
petite, yet voluptuous frame, it wasn't hard for him to
say how cute she looked.
"Well, I am your cousin so it's a little difficult for
me to come out and really say how cute I think you look
without you getting weirded out, but, yes, I think you
look really, really hot."
That answer seemed a bit more convincing. She was still
vulnerable and Jeff could see it. He tried to push the
envelope a tiny bit more.
"Okay, put it this way, if you weren't my cousin, I'd
want to sexually assault you right now." Jeff said.
A tame smile spread across Lizzy's face and she spun
around, her back to Jeff and started pulling off the
shirt.
"You sure you don't you want some privacy?" he probed.
She looked over her shoulder, rolling her eyes. "Just
because your girlfriend never shows you any skin
doesn't mean I can't. Besides, we used to get undressed
in front of each other all the time."
"Yeah, when we were four." he retorted.
Lizzy's back was to Jeff, but he could hear her sigh as
she pulled the shirt off. She tossed the top on the
small pile of blouses and tops they'd gathered from the
racks. She reached for another one and slipped it up
over her head, pulling it down past her chest.
Jeff realized he was going to be there for a while and,
while he was crying with glee inside, he had to
maintain his composure. He stepped back and sat on the
bench built into the wall, getting into a comfortable
position.
He quickly practiced loosening up his face. The last
thing he wanted was for Lizzy to turn around and find
him sporting his stupid, giddy grin. She was his
cousin, luscious rack or no.
She pulled the top down and fixed the sides, ironing
out the wrinkles with flat palms. Then, she turned
around. Jeff took in a deep breath. Stunning. She was
wearing a thin, lavender top that clung to every
contour. The short sleeves had this frilly fabric that
extended a few inches from the sleeve, not to mention a
fairly low cut front that displayed a generous amount
of cleavage.
Lizzy looked down at the shirt, pulling it down here
and there, picking off pieces of lint. Then, her eyes
moved eagerly to his. "Okay, what level of sexual
assault would you classify this as?"
Jeff, trying desperately to sound uninterested,
answered. "Umm, let's see: first date, after a movie,
in the woods making out in my car and ending in forced
sex resulting in an unwanted pregnancy?"
"Really? I look that good in this?" she said as she
looked at herself in the mirror."
"I think so. Where you going to wear these? Dates?"
She seemed offended. "Dates? No." Her eyes swirled
around, thinking. "I don't know. Like, around the
house. Just something comfy to wear. It's already
getting warm out. I could always wear these under a
sweat shirt when we go out, too."
"Oh, okay." he said. He was thinking ahead as to how
pleasantly uncomfortable the coming days and weeks were
going to be with her getting this new wardrobe. He was
thinking of all the cleavage he was going to be
enjoying while she just being 'comfy around the house'.
She had pulled off the lavender top and was pulling on
a skimpy tank top. She turned around and Jeff was taken
aback once again, astounded at just how full and
perfect her tits looked.
"Is it my birthday or something? You're letting me
stare at your chest all day." he chuckled, feeling his
pants tightening.
Lizzy giggled. "Well, you're not complaining so you can
sit there and stare some more."
Jeff didn't have a problem with that at all, although
he was pleasantly surprised at how seemingly flirty she
was being.
Over the next twenty minutes, Lizzy tried on half a
dozen tops, all to the silent joy of Jeff. He played
the role perfectly, lethargically approving of all of
them.
He always knew Lizzy to be very private, shy, and even
prudish when it came to being feminine around him. She
never discussed 'girl issues', never brought up the
issue of periods, tampons, and stuff like that. She was
even fairly paranoid about getting undressed in front
of him in the past. The most she ever did was take off
a heavy sweater revealing a hefty, baggy t-shirt
underneath. He might've caught a glimpse of armpit but
that was it. Now she was being extremely candid.
After she tried on the last top, a seed of a
mischievous idea grew in his mind. As she looked at the
price tags, mentally tallying up the total, Jeff made a
suggestion. "Are you only getting tops?"
She stopped, turning around. She glanced at her
choices, thought about it for a few seconds. "I don't
know. Should I get shorts or something?"
Jeff calmly pushed forward with the strategy. "Might as
well. It's going to be getting warmer, like you said."
He could tell she was buying into it. "Yeah, you're
probably right. Let's go look."
In his mind, Jeff screamed, "Yes!"
They left Lizzy's tops in the changing room and went
back out into the main shopping area.
Jeff followed Lizzy as she perused the racks. She was
looking at a variety of bottoms; thin sweat pants,
shorts and the like. Jeff was looking at everything she
was, only smaller versions of them.
Many articles caught his eye, especially the cute, tiny
sleep shorts and the fold-over-waist women's shorts
whose bottoms ended only 4-5 inches from the crotch. He
could imagine Lizzy slinking around the house in those
thin-layered shorts, perfectly displaying her round
bottom and her smooth, healthy legs.
He pointed out a pair of small shorts to her. She
looked at them, not immediately dismissing them, but
looking back at Jeff for advice. "You think they'll fit
me? They look small."
"Try 'em on if you're not sure." he suggested coolly.
He could tell she thought it was a good idea. After a
few moments, she plucked them off the rack. He knew
that if he wanted to see the good stuff, he couldn't be
too blatant. He had to pick some bottoms that weren't
as provocative. He suggested a few sweat pants,
although the ones he suggested were far sexier than the
over-sized, sloppy hand-me-downs that Lizzy usually
wore.
After a half hour of picking and choosing, they
retreated back to the changing room. Jeff sat down,
preparing himself for the exhibition of perversion he
was about to experience. Up to this point, he'd felt
himself playing a role: boyfriend, female friend, gay
groupie. He was there to support her and help her, and
if he got his jollies off in the process, what was
wrong with that?
Lizzy started unzipping her jeans. Jeff spouted a few
joyous expletives in his mind, willing her zipper down.
She dug her thumbs inside the waistband before looking
at him. "You're not gonna get grossed out, are you?"
"By you trying on the bottoms in front of me? Are you
embarrassed because you don't want me to see your butt
floss?." he chuckled.
"No, jerk, I don't wear g-strings." she blasted back
jokingly.
"I've already seen your back-skin today, so go ahead."
he replied lightly.
As she yanked down her jeans, he saw the cute panties
she was wearing. "And don't think I do this in front of
everyone. If I hadn't grown up with you, there's no way
I'd be doing this."
He couldn't help but enjoy the view of her smooth, bare
legs that ran all the way up to an ass that he never
realized was so round and delicious.
He chuckled. "You've got a cute butt."
She glared over her shoulder at him. "Stop it."
"I'm serious. You have a nice butt. It's too bad you
cover it up so much." he said, with an expression that
Lizzy couldn't tell if he was serious or mocking her.
"Asshole." she said, clearly insulted.
He tried to patch things up, straightening up. "Hey, I
was serious. You have a nice butt. Didn't mean to
insult you."
She stopped, studying him. She could tell he was
genuine. She was touched, not knowing how to respond.
It wasn't everyday she undressed in front of a guy and
he complimented her.
A restrained "Thanks." was the only response she could
come up with.
He tried to make a suggestion. "Why don't you try on
the tops with the bottoms?"
She liked the idea. "Okay. I won't do every combination
or we'll be here all day. Just one top with one
bottom."
Jeff sat in radiant enjoyment as Lizzy swapped one
slinky, sexy ensemble for another. He asked her to turn
around, to show off the shorts when all he wanted was a
clear view of her rear. He gave out constructive
criticisms such as "Oh, that's cute." "Really nice."
"Spin around, let me see how cute they look in the
back." He was really lapping it all up.
Lizzy was really loosening up. She was 'girling' out on
him, something most girls do when they're twelve or
thirteen. She was receptive to his every suggestion or
comment. She didn't care that she was undressing in
front of him. In the course of an hour, modeling
clothes for Jeff had become second nature.
He thought he'd take it one step further. He stood up
as Lizzy was looking at the back of the pair of shorts
she was wearing. "You know what?" she said. "I don't
even know where the price tag is on these."
He moved up behind her, gently placing his hands on her
hips. She quietly gasped at the sensation. "They're
right here, I think." he said as he re-positioned her
hips. His hands ran along the waistband of the shorts
until he found the tiny tag. Lizzy just stood there,
looking forward, a bit conflicted.
"$25.50." he stated. Lizzy was still a bit bemused by
his sudden hands-on approach.
She tried to answer without sounding nervous. "Oh,
okay. How about the shirt?" She already knew the price
but it was her first instinct to not let on that she
was a bit excited and confused.
He remained behind her, pushing her hair over the front
of her left shoulder. He found the tag hanging behind
the collar.
He was inches from her when he spoke. "Umm, $21.50.
Man, looking cute isn't cheap, is it?"
The two chuckled, but Lizzy's was slightly timid. "Do
they really look that good on me?" she asked.
"You look really cute in them, yeah, definitely.
Remember? I told you? Rape?" he stated, looking down at
her. She was glaring up at him with a faint, restrained
amorousness.
It was a tense few moments before Jeff stepped back.
"So, you think that's it? You gonna get all these?"
"You think I should?" she asked with a timid wince.
"Sure, why not?"
"So you don't mind me looking girly for a change?"
"I won't be complaining as long as you just wear this
stuff when we hang out." he chortled.
She smiled warmly. "Okay, promise."
"Hey, when's the old hardass Lizzy going to come back?"
he joked.
"I'm still the same hardass. I just want to look like a
girl for a change."
"Lizzy, you always look great. Now you'll just be
wearing cute clothes." he offered.
She blushed at the off-hand compliment, beaming
generously. "That was a line if I've ever heard one.
You trying to get into my panties or something?" she
asked jokingly.
He chuckled, sticking his thumbs down her hips and past
her panty waistband. She gasped, wide-eyed.
"I'm already in your panties." he said.
She laughed heartily before stopping herself, realizing
how loud she was. Her eyes bugged out, looking to the
changing room door. "We should probably pay for this
stuff and go. People are going to think we're messing
around in here or something." she said as they both
chuckled.
They strolled up to the cashier and handed over the
clothes. Jeff reached for his wallet. Lizzy looked at
him, perplexed. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'll pay."
She was surprised, knowing the clothes would probably
cost close to $300. "Jeff, no, why would you do that?"
He smiled. "Look, you got me stuff today. Plus, I'm
probably going to get more enjoyment out of seeing you
in those clothes than you will, wearing them."
A wide, toothy grin spread across her face as she
blushed again. "See, how am I supposed to be a hard-ass
when you say things like that?"
The cashier, a woman in her 40s, grinned at them,
having heard their exchange. "There's nothing wrong
with a guy paying for clothes for his girlfriend. You
should feel lucky you've got a guy like this, young
lady."
Lizzy and Jeff looked at each other, close to bursting
into laughter.
"Yeah, Lizzy. You should feel lucky to have me." he
said sarcastically.
He laughed, throwing his arm around her and pulling her
close. She looked up at him. "I'll pay for lunch then,
okay?" she asked. "Okay."
Getting outside the store and back into the mall, Lizzy
felt conflicted, searching for words. "I hope I didn't
make you feel too uncomfortable back there, in the
dressing room."
"No, it's okay. I haven't been that close to a naked
girl in a long time. It was exciting." he chuckled.
She snickered. "I know. I've never done anything like
that before."
"Like, undress in front of a guy?" he asked.
"Yeah. I mean, I know I've undressed in my bathroom
with you in my bedroom but never, like, right there in
front of you."
"I wasn't complaining." he said with a smile.
"Yeah, I know you weren't. You were doing a lot of
looking though." she said with a glance.
"Guilty as charged."
"So, you liked what you saw? I wasn't too disgusting?"
she asked.
"It was the most fun I've ever had in a clothing store.
In fact, I was hoping that, maybe, we could do that
again someday."
"You want me to model clothes for you again?" she asked
with a peaked interest.
"If you feel comfortable with it."
"I'll think about it. You might get lucky" she offered
with a sly grin.
He chuckled, putting his arm around her.
The two had lunch at a cozy, Italian eatery. They were
placed in a booth in the corner where they had privacy.
Jeff was having a spaghetti plate with garlic bread and
iced tea. Lizzy was having lasagna, salad and a coke.
They picked at their plates as they talked.
"This is nice, isn't it?" Lizzy asked as they took in
the sunlight pouring in through the window.
"Very."
"Let me ask you something. Have you ever had days like
this with her?" she asked cautiously.
He thought for a few moments. "Maybe for the first or
second date. Recently? No. Not in a long time. I think
the first few times weren't as nice as I thought. I was
just happy to be with a girl, any girl."
"Are you just happy to be with any girl right now? With
me?" she asked as she sipped her soda.
"Lizzy, you know it's not the same with you. We've been
best friends since we were little. It's not like going
out on a date with some chick I met at the park."
"How is it then?" she asked with an intense curiosity.
"What do you mean? It's the same way it always is. It's
nice. That's why I really like hanging out with you. I
don't feel pressure to be any certain way. We've grown
up together and you accept me for what I am. I've never
wanted anything more from you than what you give me
everyday. I guess that's the difference." he confessed.
"So when you're with Caitlin or some other girl, in
your mind you always want more than they're giving you,
right? Like, sexually?"
"I won't lie. It's not a big secret that sex is all
guys think about. I don't know if I feel guilty about
it, though. Girls are probably the same way."
Lizzy pondered his statement for several seconds. "I
don't think girls think about sex as much as guys do. I
know I don't. I think we care more about affection. I
think about affection more than sex."
"Really?" Jeff asked, somewhat surprised.
"Yeah." she answered. "So, if you're always thinking
about sex and we always hang out, do you ever think of
it when we hang out?"
Jeff was walking the tightrope now, the fine line. He
knew he had to answer carefully. "Lizzy..."
She smiled. "It's okay. You can be honest. I won't get
mad either way."
He was pained at having to answer. "Lizzy, you know, I
really respect you. It's usually pretty tough to think
of you as just a girl."
Her face sunk slightly. "Because I'm ugly, huh?"
He quickly tried to fix the situation, leaning forward
to console her. "Lizzy, no, no, not at all. It's just—
it's just not easy for me to come out and admit that
kind of stuff with you. You're my best friend and if
things ever got weird with us and I lost you, I could
never forgive myself. I wouldn't risk what we have just
because I couldn't control my hormones."
She seemed to understand. Her face lit up slightly. She
certainly wasn't the badass she usually was. The Lizzy
Jeff was used to would tell him to go fuck himself and
then she'd kick him in the shin.
"So all that stuff you said back in the clothing store
was all bullshit then?" she asked bluntly.
"No. It wasn't. I was being honest. I guess we were
both being playful so it was easier to say it. You
know, being spontaneous, otherwise I probably would've
been afraid to say it. The last thing I want is to
compliment you and you get weirded out and not want to
talk to me anymore." he confessed.
"Well, better than feeling a certain way and not ever
telling the person."
"For you, maybe. You'd be in the position to reject me.
You have nothing to lose." he said.
"I have nothing to lose by you never saying how you
feel about me? Jeff, your opinion is very important to
me. Your opinion is more important than anyone else's
opinion is to me. If you feel like saying something, I
don't want you to hold back. I'd never reject you or
make you regret being open with me."
"Well, I do find you attractive. But I can control
myself with you. I can be attracted to you and not hit
on you constantly. It's because I respect you as a
person. I don't see you as a hunk of meat I want to put
my dick in."
She spoke softly. "I didn't know you found me
attractive."
"Well, now you do." Jeff blurted out, slightly
frustrated at having been exposed.
Lizzy reached out and took Jeff's hand in hers, looking
him in the eyes. "You shouldn't be mad or ashamed. I
think it's sweet, everything you said. I feel the same
way about you, by the way."
"Such a tease." he rattled off.
"How am I a tease?"
"By getting those clothes and flaunting what you know I
can only see and not touch." he said with a joking
scowl.
"Pfsh. Just because you don't have the guts to touch me
doesn't mean I'm a tease." she said, punching Jeff
playfully on the shoulder.
"It's not that I don't have the guts to touch you, I'm
just not a sexual deviant who gropes girls whether they
want me to or not."
"Well, why not just ask me if you can or not?" she said
with an inquisitive glance.
There was no easy answer to that question for Jeff. He
lowered his head, trying to answer gently. "Lizzy..."
"You know what? I think you're afraid."
He instantly was insulted by the accusation. "I am not
afraid to touch you." He reached out and touched the
tip of her nose. "See? I can touch you."
She rolled her eyes. "Such a child."
They sat there for several tense, silent moments. Jeff
was building his courage with every passing second.
Finally, he exhaled. "Fine."
Jeff leaned over to Lizzy, gently turning her face
towards his with his right hand and planted a soft,
deep kiss on her lips. Lizzy's lips went numb, she
stopped breathing and her body froze with shock.
He caressed her cheek as he kissed her and after a few
seconds let his right hand roam from her face down to
her tummy. Then, he brought his hand up, resting it
atop her left breast, cupping it. She purred into his
mouth.
Jeff finally pulled away from her, sitting back and
exhaling with proud fortitude as he began picking at
his plate again.
Lizzy finally looked at Jeff, still stunned, and wet
her lips. She tucked her hair behind her ears and
nervously started trying to eat again. She tried, but
she couldn't. She'd just experienced the most arousing,
exciting sensation in her entire life.
For the first time, she was speechless. No pithy
comebacks or smartass remarks.
The moment wasn't revisited again that night as they
drove home. In fact, the ride home was painfully
awkward. As they neared home, Jeff felt he had to break
the ice.
"See, Lizzy, I told you, you were going to be weirded
out."
She spoke softly, cautiously. "I'm sorry. I was just...
surprised, that's all. Maybe we can talk about this
more when we get home?"
He glanced at her. "You mean you don't hate me? You
don't think I'm some pervert?"
She scooted closer to him, taking his right hand in
hers. "I don't think you're a pervert. It's just I've
never had anyone do that before. Especially not in a
restaurant."
He broke down, smiling. "Well, you challenged me." he
declared.
Lizzy was happy and content, a glued-on smile on her
face. "I didn't mind. I actually liked it. I just kind
of wish you would've told me before you did it so I
could've enjoyed it more. By the time I realized what
you were doing you stopped."
Jeff was touched by her confession. Finally, they'd
arrived at home. He pulled into her driveway and shut
off the car. They sat there in silence in what was
another awkward moment. "I guess my parents are still
at work. Their cars are both gone." she said.
Jeff looked around the driveway. Theirs was the only
car there. "Yeah, looks like."
Lizzy turned to him, telegraphing the question. "So,
did you want to come up?"
He tried to play it cool. "Yeah, sure. I think I left
some stuff in your room, anyways."
As they got out of the car, Jeff reached for her bags.
"It's okay..." he said. "I'll carry them inside."
It was an all-around uneasy situation for them. From
the previous events of the night, it didn't seem
prudent for them to act as their normal selves.
Normally, Jeff would offer to take her bags, then run
into the house laughing and then Lizzy would call him a
'fucker' and throw her keys at him. Now they were
walking on eggshells.
They quietly made their way up to the front door. Lizzy
shuffled for her keys, finally fishing them out and
opening the door. It was dark inside the house.
Excitingly still and quiet. She locked the door and
they made their way upstairs.
They walked into her room. Lizzy locked her door, took
the bags from Jeff and emptied them onto the sink
counter. Jeff picked up the remote control and plopped
down on her bed, turning on the TV. He noticed his cell
phone on her nightstand and picked it up. Lizzy saw him
turning it on and got instantly on defense.
"She call you?" she asked pensively.
Jeff stared into the screen. "Yeah, like eight times.
Sent me ten texts. She seems pissed."
Lizzy sighed. "You know what? Fuck her."
Jeff could tell Lizzy was agitated. He popped to his
feet and moved to her. "Hey, look, don't let her get to
you. Please?"
She looked up at him. His smile softened her. "Can you
turn your phone off again?" she asked.
He instantly switched it off and tossed it onto the
bed. Turning back to Lizzy, he could see she still
wasn't terribly happy. He took her hands in his.
"Don't be mad at me." he pleaded restfully.
"I'm not." she conceded. "I'm going to take a quick
shower, though."
"Okay."
She dug through the bag of recently acquired clothes,
picked a top and a pair of shorts before moving to her
dresser, fishing out a pair of panties and retreating
to the bathroom.
Jeff laid back on her bed and began watching TV.
After Lizzy got out of the shower, she laid out her
pajamas that consisted of one of her new little tops
and a pair of small sweat shorts. She got dressed and
looked at herself in the mirror. She was surprised how
much skin she was sporting. She felt embarrassed for a
second but remembered how Jeff had put her at ease. She
was only going to wear these clothes around Jeff when
they were hanging out and relaxing, so it was
appropriate, right?
For some strange reason, being faced with this new
version of herself, she felt compelled to get dolled
up. To make the rest of her look as nice as the clothes
made her look. She stood in front of the mirror and
brushed her hair. It took a good twenty minutes, but
she got it as straight and smooth as it looked when she
left the salon.
She didn't want to go overboard but she remembered
having this chap stick lip gloss stuff and decided to
find it. She dug it out of the sink drawer and applied
some liberally to her lips. She looked in the mirror at
her glossy lips, her brushed hair and her scantily-clad
get-up and she realized the obvious: she was doing all
this for Jeff. Lizzy, the smartass hard case had gone
lipstick softy.
"I'm not doing this for Jeff." her mental voice
declared. "I'm doing it for myself."
She finally drew up the courage and emerged from the
bathroom. She wandered into the bedroom where she
noticed Jeff was lying on the bed. She tried not to
call too much attention to herself. Jeff, though,
noticed immediately how done up she looked. His
curiosity was peaked.
Without a word, she laid down next to him, facing him
but watching the TV. His eyes roamed her curves. "Wow.
Sexy. See? You look great."
"It's so much cooler in them."
"Yeah, because they don't cover up much." he chuckled.
"I thought you liked that about them?"
"I do, definitely."
She watched TV, feeling Jeff's eyes on her. She was
beginning to get addicted to the sensation of being
desirable.
"So, am I still allowed to give you hugs or are you too
sexy for your shirt now?" he asked.
She scooted forward and into his arms, glaring up at
him with that innocent, irresistible gaze. "Never too
sexy to turn down hugs from you, no. But you have been
making me feel very sexy lately." she said.
"You've been making it pretty easy for me."
"See, you feel me up once and you think you can just
start sweet-talking me?"
"If I have to sweet-talk you to get some lovin'..." he
said.
"You don't need to sweet-talk me for that. I love
giving you affection, even though you hardly ever ask
for it." she said back in her normal, rebellious tone.
The two were getting good at playing these roles. Lizzy
rested her head on Jeff's chest, he rested his chin on
top of her head.
She contemplated for a few moments, building courage to
speak. "So, was the whole kissing me thing a fluke or
is it something you're going to try again?"
"I pushed my luck once already, now it's your turn to
kiss me, if you want to. Unless you're afraid." he
grinned.
"I'm not afraid." she said as she bit her lip, leaning
towards him. She pressed her soft, wet lips against his
and opened them slightly, gently nursing them.
She yearned for his lips, becoming loose in his arms. A
growing passion between them was kindled with every
passing second. After a few minutes of quiet, fervent
affection, their lips parted, their bodies still
tangled together.
"I'll bet Caitlin wouldn't be too happy if she walked
in on us right now."
He thought about it. "Yeah, she'd probably bitch me
out."
"Jeff, I hope I'm not overstepping my boundaries, but I
don't see why you don't just break up with her." she
said.
Jeff didn't have an immediate answer for her.
"Is the fact that there's a chance she'll give you sex
the only reason you stay with her?" she asked.
"Not the only reason, no. I'd like to think I'm not
quite as superficial as that. I mean, we get along.
Sometimes."
She looked up at him, disgusted. "That's your basis for
a long-term relationship? That you get along?
Sometimes? Don't you want more than that?"
"What do you want me to do? Break up with her? And then
what? Go back to being single? I'm not the type of guy
who can just scoop up girls. It might be years before I
find someone else."
"Jeff, that's crap and you know it. I know for a fact
you could get a girl ten times better than her and just
as good-looking." she declared.
"And how do you know that?" he demanded to know.
"Because if I wasn't your cousin, I know for sure I'd
want to be your girlfriend."
The statement stunned him. The fact she said it stunned
Lizzy. Jeff didn't know what to say.
She continued. "Isn't what we have enough for you?
Isn't the time we spend together enough?"
"Liz, it's not as simple as that, okay?"
"Then simplify it for me. Explain it so I understand."
she pleaded.
"Look at it from my perspective. A heterosexual male,
me, growing up with my female cousin, seeing you go
through all those changes and being attracted to you.
My hormones didn't exactly make it easy growing up with
you. Sometimes the mind makes the body want things it
can't have."
She retorted, "You think things were tough for you? My
hormones weren't exactly going easy on me, either.
There were times I had to pull myself back, too."
"I-I didn't know." he stuttered. "Lizzy, it's like
this. If I don't have a girlfriend and have to be with
you everyday, I'll go insane."
She looked at him, slack-jawed, devastated. He realized
that his words had come out all wrong.
"No-no-no-no. Wait. That didn't come out right." he
explained. "What I meant is that if I have a
girlfriend, I have someone to distract me from you.
Okay? Does that make sense?"
She mulls it over. "I think so. Are you saying that if
you're with someone else then you won't be as tempted
by me?"
He sighs. "Yes. That's exactly it."
"I want to ask you something." she said.
"Okay."
"The only thing keeping you with Caitlin is the chance
she'll have sex with you, right?"
Jeff didn't want to admit it. He shifted in place.
"Right?" she pressed.
"I guess." he finally admitted.
"If you found someone else that would give you what she
isn't willing to, would you break up with her?"
He didn't seem to understand the concept. If he did, he
seemed to deny understanding it. "If another girl would
agree to be with me and give me sex on a regular basis
would I break up with Caitlin?"
Lizzy nodded.
"I don't know. I don't think I could look at myself in
the mirror. It's just wrong."
"What if this other girl actually liked you and you
actually liked her, got along, hit things off?" she
asked.
"You mean, if she was actually good for me, aside from
the sex?"
Lizzy nodded again.
"I don't know. I might be more inclined, yeah. I mean,
if we had lots in common, got along well, generally
were attracted to each other, maybe." he said.
"How big a maybe?" she asked.
"Well, it'd depend."
"Okay, well, how about this? How about if, all the
stuff you want to do with a girlfriend, you just did
with me?" she offered.
Jeff stared at her, eyebrows stretching to the top of
his head. "You?" he asked in disbelief.
She looked at him so matter of fact-ly, like her
proposition was a painfully obvious one, painfully
obvious to everyone but Jeff.
"Jeff, we both know we're attracted to each other. You
said it yourself that you only want a girlfriend so I
won't tempt you. So, if I give you what you want, then
all of our problems are solved, right?" she deduced to
his horror.
"Lizzy, that's just it. We-re—we're cousins. Even
though I'm attracted to you and you're attracted to me,
it's still--"
"Don't give me that. You felt me up tonight. You kissed
me. We just made out. We both admitted our feelings.
It's all out in the open." she said.
Lizzy continued as Jeff tried to rationalize her plan.
"Look at our situation. How many cousins are
practically best friends, have tons in common, hang out
24-7, almost never argue AND are attracted to one
another?"
"I'd feel like I was using you." he said.
"How could you be using me when I'm the one making the
offer?"
"How would we even get away with it?!"
She sighed. "Uhh, we're practically alone in your room
or mine all the time. No one seems to give a crap, do
they? We could do whatever we wanted. No one will know,
period. Okay, here, try this. I'm going down on you
right now..."
He's confused. "You are?"
She sighed again, frustrated. In her usual
condescending way, she explained it to him as if to a
toddler. "Okay, there's this crazy thing your brain can
do. It's called imagination..." she said as she waved
her hands with a magician's nuances. "...And with your
imagination, you can imagine me going down on you,
right here and now. Okay, now look at the door. Do you
see a bunch of angry parents barging in here?"
"No." he said.
She stands up, walks over to the door and flips the
lock and flips it back, then looks at him with
frustrated disappointment and impatience. "Another
thing. Locks. Scientific marvel. They keep people on
the outside from coming inside. And there are such
things are hotels. You know that, right?"
His head began to throb. He clutched his face as a
headache came on. "This is—I think I'm getting a
headache. How long have you been thinking about this?"
"Like, five minutes."
"Lizzy... this is just—crazy. It's crazy."
He still seems unsure and on the brink of a migraine.
She exhales, at wit's end, and walks over to him,
crawls onto the bed, leans forward on all fours and
gives him a quick peck on the lips. She looks at the
door. His eyes are bulging. "See? No parents. No
adults. No one."
He glared lovingly into her eyes. "You're such a
tease."
She bit her lip. "I'm not teasing."
The two leaned forward and their lips met. They started
to kiss softly and in earnest. After a few minutes of
kissing, they pulled apart.
"I'm not used this side of you." he confessed.
"Do you like this side of me?"
"I like it a lot." he said, rubbing her lower back.
"If I wanted to do something for you right now, would
you be okay with it?"
He looked down at the scantily clad temptress
completely enveloped in his loving embrace. She glared
up at him hungrily, eagerly.
"Like what?" he said with a gulp, his penis beginning
to swell in his boxers.
She was still the shy teenager. "You know..."
Inside, Jeff was boiling over with joy. He couldn't
believe what he was hearing. "You mean—"
She nodded.
He had to make sure. "Are you sure you want to do to
this?"
She nodded. "I want to try. I want you to see what it
would be like if I was your girlfriend instead of her."
Jeff's cock was swelling at an alarming rate, almost
fully erect. Being that he was tightly pressed against
Lizzy, this wasn't comfortable. He didn't want her to
know exactly how she was affecting him but he didn't
know how she'd react. It was too late for his doubts
now, though, because his erection was now digging into
her belly.
The expression on her face as he studied her confirmed
that she could feel it. "So, I guess that means you
want me to, then?"
His tongue failed to execute. "Uhh—I—..."
"My door is locked, so it's okay." she whispered
seductively, picking up the remote control and shutting
off the TV. Lizzy could see that Jeff wanted her. He
was weak and vulnerable and she wanted him. She wanted
to spite Caitlin for being such a horrible girlfriend
but she also wanted to shed those years of repressing
her sexual cravings for Jeff. She wanted to please him
in a way that he'd never forget.
Jeff's voice box was malfunctioning. All he could do
was gaze at Lizzy as she pulled away from him and slid
off the bed. He sat up and scooted toward the edge of
the bed. She went for the button fly on his jeans,
trying to undo it. He helped her and got it undone.
Literally shaking, he stood up and unzipped his jeans,
pulling them off. Lizzy tossed them aside and reached
up for his boxers. In one motion, she pulled them down
to his ankles.
His thick, rock-hard erection sprung free from the
confines of his boxers, flopping up. Lizzy gasped at
the shock of seeing Jeff's massive cock. She'd never
seen one in person and definitely not one in these
circumstances. She tucked her hair behind her ear and
leered at it, astounded by its dimensions. She never
realized they looked so rigid and striated with veins
in real life.
Jeff sat down and took in the sight of his dangerously
enticing cousin, scantily clothed, hair and nails
primped and preened, lips glistening suggestively, eyes
gazing up at him, eager to satisfy. The fact that his
starved, turgid cock was suspended mere inches from
Lizzy's face made him want to bury it in her all the
more.
She placed her hands on his thighs and scooted forward,
looking to him for guidance. He wanted to be slow and
gentle with her. He understood that this was probably
the first time she'd done this. He pushed his stiff
cock down towards her lips. Taking his cue, she wrapped
her little hand around it.
An almost electric surge coursed through Jeff as he
felt her feminine fingers wrap around his girth.
"You're big." she said, marveling at his member,
perplexed on what to do with it. "I hope I'm okay. I've
never done this before." she admitted.
Knowing that his was going to be the first cock she
ever tasted was endearing but also fueled his fervent
lust for her.
She hesitantly leaned forward, sticking out her tongue
and taking a quick lap at the head, tasting it. He
shivered at the sensation while she made a funny face,
mentally evaluating the flavor.
"So warm." she noted, before leaning forward and
wrapping her lips around the head of his cock.
Jeff closed his eyes and exhaled, taking her face in
his hands and rubbing her cheeks with his thumbs as she
sheathed his cock with her lips. He lightly directed
her, pulling her towards him. Being a novice, she was
only able to take a few inches into her mouth, but Jeff
wasn't complaining. In fact, he was drowning in bliss.
His entire world had converged into the tip of his
penis.
Sitting there in near darkness while his painfully
luscious cousin guzzled on his cock, Jeff was in
paradise. He wanted nothing more than to quench her
thirst for him with a rampant flood of thick, viscous
semen. He'd always been so delicate with her, even when
they wrestled around, but now he wanted to viciously
assail her mouth for dragging him to the brink of
lecherous madness.
He started to understand where Caligula was coming
from. Lizzy was slurping on his cock like she was
trying to get a promotion at a high-paying executive
firm. Her eyes were closed now, blissfully engaged in
exploring every millimeter of Jeff's length, willing
him to orgasm.
Jeff was surprised how good she was at this. Either
she'd sucked more cocks than his, was naturally
talented at it or was just vigorously making an effort
to please her cousin. He couldn't believe the sight;
Lizzy's youthful, voluptuous breasts cradled in her
miniscule top as her head awkwardly yet energetically
nursed on his pulsating member.
Her amateur efforts were even more arousing to him,
knowing her virginal lips were clumsily tasting cock
for the first time. He felt the tinge in his balls that
signaled the coming torrent. It was urgency, the best
and most addicting kind. His mind was losing focus, his
inhibitions gone. He was ready to slather her tongue
with his juices.
"Sweetie, you're gonna make me cum." he said, bending
forward and corralling her head with his forearms,
trapping her pleasure-giving mouth around his member.
She pulled off of him, breathing heavily, looking up at
him with keen interest. "Am I doing okay?"
"Incredible."
Tucking her hair behind her ear again, she softly held
his swollen, purplish member. A more seasoned fellatio
giver would've been madly jerking him as she stopped
for a breather. Not Lizzy. She clearly wasn't quite
sure how to continue. Was he going to give her a clue
on what to do? Was he just going to cum on her face?
"You're gonna cum soon?"
"Yeah."
"Where do you wanna—you know..."
He could hardly think but instinct was telling him a
dozen places he wanted to spill his seed.
"Can I cum on your tits?"
It only took her a second. "Okay."
He badly wanted to feel her hot mouth clamp around his
cock. He gently guided her head back to his cock and
she took note, sliding his meat past her lips.
She picked up the pace, bobbing back and forth. He was
in heaven. After a few more minutes, Lizzy pulled off
of him, murmuring in surprise. He looked down and saw a
thin, gooey string of cum stretched from her lip to the
tip of his cock. "You're leaking this stuff." she said.
"It's salty. Is it cum?"
"Yeah, sweetie." he huffed, gently but firmly inserting
his cock back into her willing mouth. She went to work
again. He was urgently making short, quick thrusts with
his hips, fucking into her mouth. He could feel the
warm ooze shifting in his balls, preparing to erupt.
Jeff grimaced; ready to unleash a blast of hot, slimy
love-juice all over her. Then, it happened. No time to
think. He felt the cum rushing through his cock. He
quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth and started
jerking it. The sudden movement startled her.
"Push your tits together, babe." he uttered in lust-
induced agony.
He was so urgently delirious, she quickly obeyed,
sitting forward and pushing her tits together. Jeff
looked down past his cock as he furiously slid his hand
up and down its saliva-coated length only to see his
target; Lizzy's deep, creamy valley of cleavage.
He moaned, in pained ecstasy, squatting and aiming his
cock downward. A ripple billowed up from his balls,
surging through his cock. Jeff grunted spasmodically,
his cock kicking in his hand and firing a powerful jet
of creamy-white semen that splashed against Lizzy's
tits. She flinched at the sudden eruption of sperm just
as the second glob spurted out, hitting her square in
between the tits again. Jeff desperately whacked away
at his cock, milking it ferociously. Spurt after spurt
of the gluey ooze splattered against her chest, pooling
inside her cleavage.
She looked down in fascination, thrusting her chest
out, making sure that her tits caught every last drop.
Finally, Jeff's cock kicked its last, lazily dribbling
out the last throes of fluid. Lizzy's chest was a goo-
encrusted mess, her top soiled with splotches of thick,
goopy sperm.
Lizzy dipped her finger in the cum that had pooled in
between her tits. The goop clung to her fingertip as
she scooped it up. "It's so slimy."
Jeff was spent, out of breath. He pulled up his boxers
and went to fetch a towel. She was still kneeling on
the floor when he knelt down in front of here, toweling
off her chest.
"I'm sorry." he said apologetically. "I kinda got
carried away."
"It's okay. So did I. So, was I alright?"
He exhaled. "More than alright." Jeff stroked her face
affectionately. "This was very special to me, because
it was with you. I don't want you to ever think I was
using you, okay?"
"Yeah, but next time, you get to go down on me." she
grinned.
They both smiled. She looked down at her top. "I should
change out of this."
Jeff chuckled. "I think so, too."
Later, Lizzy and Jeff were snuggling in her bed,
watching TV. Lizzy broke the silence. "If for some
reason you ever think I'll regret what happened
tonight, don't. I wanted to do it. I wanted to make you
happy."
Jeff smiled on her, kissing her forehead. They lay
there until both of them drifted off to sleep in each
other's arms.
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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