And just that quick, Kaia had released me and was standing upright, breasts bobbing in the most distracting of ways. She snatched up her t-shirt and wiggled back into it, making sure I watched the entire process. I did my part to “fight back” by not covering myself up. Two could play the teasing game, even if I was a mere novice next to her.
“Okay, then,” she said, almost dancing her way back to the stairs. “Sleep well.”
“You too,” I said. “And you know where your toy is, should you need to check up on it in the middle of the night or something.”
Her eyes sparkled, making me wonder if she might just take me up on that offer. She blew me a kiss, then vanished.
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I woke the next morning, Christmas Eve, with a painful erection and the fleeting impression I’d been dreaming of doing naughty things with my naughty cousin. Gee, no surprise there. I touched myself, picturing how she’d looked last night, nearly naked and then leaning over my to suck my nut.
Ugh. I threw off the blanket and let the shock of cold air bring me back from the edge. I’d play Kaia’s masochistic game and not give myself relief. I needed to get my mind on something else, though.
I crawled out of bed and reached for my underwear. Nah. I was feeling…what? Brave? Daring? I tossed them toward my suitcase and crossed to the far end of the room buck naked. There, I looked out across the snow-covered lake, serene in the pre-dawn orange glow.
I just enjoyed the view until the cold started getting to me. My erection had finally diminished to a mere chubby, soft enough to pee which I desperately needed. Since I was heading down to the second floor bathroom, I figured I might as well grab a shower. I snagged my towel and, still feeling a bit daring, just wrapped it around my waist. Normally, I’d have brought my change of clothes for the day, but a part of me was hoping Kaia would bump into me wearing just the towel. If I didn’t take clothes, that’d give me two opportunities.
I paused at the top of the steps. Everything below me was silent. Struck by another wild impulse I blamed entirely on Kaia’s bad influence, I took my towel off. Avery could step out of her room at any moment and catch me, but so too could Kaia.
Dick swaying awkwardly as I snuck down the steps, trying to avoid the squeakiest spots, I strained for any sounds that could indicate I’d be caught. Between the squeaks and my thudding heart beat, I probably didn’t have a chance. Step by step I descended, certain that the further I got from safe retreat, the more likely I was to get caught. Then I reached the hallway, empty save for the girls’ closed doors and the open, dark bathroom. Relief and disappointment hit in equal measure.
I made it the last few steps, then closed the bathroom door behind me. It was exhilarating. Would I do it again tomorrow? Maybe. For now, I just settled into auto pilot, taking a leak and climbing into a much needed hot shower.
I was rinsing shampoo out of my eyes when I thought I heard a door. One of the girls’ rooms? But it sounded closer, like the bathroom. That got my heart pounding again. It was an old door that didn’t have a lock, so someone could have come in. I hurriedly got the soap out of my face and then poked my head around the opaque curtain.