Kaia took a few moments to process that. Then her smile returned, sweet more than evil.
“So you’re a boob man?”
I shrugged. “I’m a holistic man. Different things on different girls can attract me.”
She nodded, accepting that surprisingly mature answer. “Very well, I accept your terms.”
“Huh?”
She held my hands tight and looked me straight in the eye. In her, I could see a mix of mischief and nerves. She was outside her comfort zone and trying to hide it.
“I said, I accept your terms.”
“What terms?”
“I show you my tits for your left nut.”
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A lot of things went through my mind in a very short span after my cousin uttered those words. At the top of the list was the belief that she couldn’t possibly be serious and was just messing with me…more than she already had been. Hell, I wouldn’t put it past her to have schemed this up with Avery, all to get a good laugh at my expense. They’d teased me in the past, but nothing like this and it didn’t really feel like a trick.
Then there was the possibility she was serious. What the fuck would that mean? We were cousins. That was kinda off limits, or should be by most people’s standards. She’d never shown interest in me and we’d hardly talked at the last couple family gatherings. Was it just some cute, innocent, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” kind of thing? We were a bit old for that. But the idea she might be interested in me for even more than that was both disturbing and enticing.
I was truly torn, wanting something I shouldn’t while questioning the sincerity and motives of the offer. I’d hate myself if she was really interested in me and I turned her down, despite the risks. I mean, girls like her weren’t exactly throwing themselves at me in college.
“Well?” Kaia’s gentle prodding got me thinking she was afraid she’d over stepped. And that nudged me to thinking she wasn’t just fucking with me. Shit.
I reluctantly extricated my hands from hers and paced for a moment, gathering my thoughts.
“I’m…I’m not sure what to say.”
She shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “Say yes, say no. Doesn’t matter to me.”
But it did. I could hear it in her voice. For whatever reason, she wanted to do this. Maybe she really was attracted to me. Maybe she was just bored and looking for fun. Maybe she just liked doing impulsive, crazy things.
“How would we do this?” I said.
I could see the spark of anticipation in the corner of her upturned mouth. “Let’s say that for the rest of our stay here, you can ask to see my tits whenever you want. Only condition is that it’s not in front of an inappropriate audience. And I own your left nut. I can do whatever I want with it so long as it’s returned to you fully intact.”
My imagination went all over the place with that. Seeing her tits on command — awesome. Letting her…what? What would she do with my left nut? Look at it? Touch it? Take pictures of it? My cock started stirring at the ideas. It was crazy, but damn if it didn’t sound like fun. It’d certainly make the rest of the holiday a hell of a lot more interesting.