“You’re not that good at that you know,” Cassie said, commenting on her cousin’s approach to jerking himself off. “If you were, you would have cum already.”
“And miss all the fun?” he replied. “What makes you think I want to cum yet?”
“I don’t know, I just thought maybe you’d hurry up and finish so I can get going,” Cassie said with a smirk. “It’s Wednesday, you know. I should be home watching the Masked Singer by now.”
“Ugh,” Tony countered. “You watch that trash?”
“What?” Cassie said. “It’s harmless, stupid fun. They had Bret Michaels on last week!”
“OOOH, Bret Michaels?” Tony replied. “How’d they ever manage to clear his schedule and get him to appear?”
“I’m just saying, he could still get it,” Cassie said.
“And you call me gross,” Tony shot back, smiling.
For the next few minutes, Cassie leaned into the situation they found themselves in. If Tony wasn’t going to cum just from staring at her tits and jerking off, she was going to do her damndest to encourage it. She started to cup them, shake them and move them for him. But he didn’t appear any closer.
“How long are you going to take?” she asked.
“How long you got?” he replied.
“Not all night,” she said, serious but also playfully. “I tell you what. Just another $100 and I’ll take the underwear off.”
“I’m not falling for this trick again,” he said.
“What do you mean?” she asked. She’d been pretty straightforward during this game so far, she thought. She hadn’t lied to him yet.
“I’m not paying you $100 to take your underwear off and sit with your legs closed in front of me while I jerk off,” Tony said. “If I pay you to take them off, I want to see your pussy.”
Pussy. Just the way he said it made her quiver. It had been a while since she was wet down there but the feelings were coming back the more she watched him play with himself and she knew if she took her panties off again, he’d see the proof. Again.
“Fine but that’ll cost the rest of your money,” she said.
“You want to charge me THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS to see your pussy?” he asked.
“It’s not $300 to see my pussy,” Cassie corrected him. “It’s $300 for me to take my panties off and show you my pussy while you jerk off to it. It’s certainly worth that much. I mean, we’re still family. You’re asking for a LOT.”
“You want $300? Seriously?” he said. “What are you going to be doing while I’m looking at it? Are you going to sit there like Rose from Titanic and hope I paint a picture of you in my cum?”
Cassie laughed again. She’d always found her cousin funny but tonight he was on fire. Thank goodness, too. It did wonders to ease the uncomfortableness she knew she should be feeling.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked, afraid to know the answer.
“If I’m going to pay you $300 to see your pussy, I want to REALLY see it,” he said. “That means I want you to do what I say.”
“You want me to model my vagina for you?” Cassie asked.
“I mean, I guess,” he replied. “If we’re going to do this, I really want to see it. All if it. I want you to spread it for me. I want you to play into my fantasy a little. If I ask you to rub it, I want to see you rub it. If I ask you to finger yourself, I want you to finger yourself. I won’t do anything weird. I know this is hard for you but think of it like a cam show. I’m your customer and you’re my model. You said pay to play right?”