“There’s my nut,” she said with a grin. “Feels nice and firm. Good size. Think I got a fair bargain.”
I didn’t ask how many she could compare it against. More than the pleasant sensation of her touch, I just enjoyed the fact she had her hand in my pants and we were somehow cool with this arrangement. I was cool with it, right? Would I end up regretting it? I couldn’t think past hot girl fondling my testicle.
There was something captivating in her eyes, too. Maybe she was trying to get a read on me, whether I was actually cool with this or reluctantly pressured. Just a bit of uncertainty on her part
“Show me your tits again,” I said, getting the words out through my dry mouth.
Kaia grinned. To my disappointment, she removed her hands from my pants to hike her sweater back up. However, to my great pleasure, she took it all the way off. While not revealing anything she hadn’t already shown me, this act felt distinctly different from merely flashing. Kaia’s eyes had a bit of challenge in them, as if daring me to touch her breasts mere inches away.
She held her sweater in one hand and reached back for my crotch with the other. This time Kaia ran her fingers along the waistband and then just inside it. Her fingers were cold, but hell could freeze over before I showed any sign of discomfort.
Inch by inch, she reached further down into my underwear. Her fingers brushed alongside my cock, making no effort to diminish that contact, but neither did she grasp or otherwise intentionally stimulate me. She knew I was hard as a rock.
Eventually, the tips of her fingers wrapped around my scrotum. Just as she had outside my underwear, she gently massaged my left nut between her fingers and thumb. Her attention was unhurried and methodical.
“All mine,” she said, winking at me.
“What are you going to do with it?” I said.
She shrugged. “Haven’t decided yet. I’ve got a couple days.”
I’m not sure if anything else would have happened then and there, but the sound of a door opening into the breezeway below startled both of us into frantic coverup mode. Kaia’s hand was out of my underwear in a flash and she wrestled with her sweater to get it both right-side out and over her head. I hastily adjusted myself in my twisted underwear and zipped up and buckled my belt.
We were decent just as the first footsteps could be heard coming up to the Closet. Kaia and I shared wide-eyed stares and grins of relief, knowing we’d been extremely close to getting caught. She was running fingers through her hair when my dad poked his head into the room.
“Hey,” I said, trying to sound bored.
“Just checking to see how things were coming along,” he said. His gaze took in the stacks of boxes and then lingered on Kaia for a moment. Was he checking her out, noticing her very conspicuous pokies? “Hi Kaia.”
“Morning Ken,” she said. With so many aunts and uncles sharing the same last name, the cousins had taken to calling adults other than their parents by first name. It still sounded odd to my ear hearing her doing so with my dad.