Before the girl could even make it halfway across the room, Natasha was throwing a pillow at her younger sister.
“What are you doing?! Go put on some sweat pants or something!”
Giggling in a way that made Natasha realize that she’d known exactly what she was doing, Courtney turned around and bounded back up the stairs. The material of her panties was pulled up in a little wedgy on her butt.
“Oh my gosh,” Natasha said, looking over to Brian, “I’m so sorry. She’s a little turd.” She then glanced down at her cousin’s crotch again and noticed that his hand was down his pants, adjusting things. Natasha giggled. “Looks like you didn’t mind, though. Perv.”
She said it in a rather non-threatening way and he smiled guiltily back at her. “She’s a cute girl.”
“AND I hear you have a girlfriend. AND she’s five years younger than you. AND she’s your COUSIN, sicko!” With that, Natasha laughed and threw the remaining pillow at Brian. He flinched back, catching it before it hit his bespectacled face, laughing too. If she were to admit it to herself, the entire exchange turned Natasha on a little more, knowing that he’d just been adjusting his penis.
Courtney came back down the stairs, still wearing the revealing tank top but now at least wearing a pair of boxers. They were short, but they were far better at covering her than panties.
The younger girl came up to Natasha and pulled her up. “Okay, time to play house! I’ll be the little girl, of course, and Tasha will be the mom, and Brian will be the dad. Just like what we used to do.”
“Um, okay,” Brian said, standing as Courtney pulled him up too. They all stood there for a few seconds, not knowing what to do.
“Courtney, this is dumb,” Natasha said. “How do you even PLAY house?”
“It’s not dumb. We always used to do it, remember?” Courtney, however, also looked at a loss as to what to do next. Then her eyes lit up. “I know! Let’s pretend that Brian just came home from work and… and….” With that, her eyes started losing their luster and she trailed away, biting her lower lip and frowning.
Natasha laughed. “Well, you two figure it out while I go change for bed.”
“Hey!” Brian said as she started toward the stairs, but Courtney was already pulling him to the couch for some planning.
Natasha turned around, smiling and shrugging, before she began climbing the steps. When she reached the room that she shared with Courtney, she opened the door and went in, walking to her dresser. She hesitated as she took hold of her own tank top, this one pink, wondering. There was no way that her bra would look right under the garment; it was far too bulky. But, what else would she wear? Besides, her little brother saw her without a bra all the time, right? And Brian was still related, so no big deal, right?
Having mostly convinced herself that she wasn’t doing something naughty, Natasha pulled her red shirt off, followed quickly by her white bra. She noticed how hard her small, red nipples were as she slid the pink tank top on, letting a small part of her brain acknowledge how sexy the garment was on her and how fun it would be to wear in front of a boy. Since her breasts were as big as they were, the material pressed up against her skin seductively, accentuating every curve. She could even see the tiny bumps ringing her areola. Luckily, her nipples didn’t poke out too much, or she didn’t think she would have ever been able to get away with doing this.
Yet again, Natasha had to make a choice. She wasn’t going to only wear panties, of course, but she didn’t know what to wear on her bottom. Typically, she’d just wear a pair of boxer shorts, like Courtney was now doing, but she normally wouldn’t wear anything beneath them. Figuring Brian wouldn’t be able to tell, Natasha slid off her jeans and panties together, revealing a pussy covered in blonde hair. Gingerly, Natasha picked a piece of lint off of the beaver and flung it away. She picked the topmost pair of boxers and slid them on, suddenly very glad that she’d shaved her legs that day.
As she walked back toward her door, Natasha heard Courtney start to scream in laughter. When she opened the door and looked down the stairs, she saw Brian tickling her little sister on the couch. Courtney was writhing in gleeful agony. Natasha smiled and bounded down the steps.
“So THIS is playing house?” she asked, and they both looked up to her, Courtney already out of breath. Natasha saw that the girl’s nipples poked out of her tank top even more prominently than before.
“Well, she asked what dads do with their little girls,” Brian said, shrugging and smiling.
“Help me, Mom!” Courtney said, giggling, but doing nothing to remove herself from Brian’s grasp. He had hold of her bare thighs with both hands.
“Oh, yes, Moms help,” Natasha said, nodding and walking forward. As she got closer, she noticed Brian noticing her lack of bra. His eyes went wide as they lingered on her chest for a bit, but she feigned ignorance.
When she finally reached the couch, she bent down and smiled at her “daughter.”
“Moms help dads tickle their little girls!”
With that, she grabbed hold of Courtney’s arms and moved to one side of the couch, leaning over it and holding her sister down. Courtney screamed, half in terror and half in delight as Brian sat on her legs and started to tickle her without a word.
Natasha laughed as Courtney started to squeal and squirm. Brian was respectful of the girl’s private parts, but only just barely. His fingers traveled along the girl’s sides, right beneath her little breasts, her armpits, her neck, her arms, up and down her legs, even her upper, inner thighs. He kept looking from Courtney’s body up to Natasha’s. It took her a few seconds to realize that, since she was bending over to hold Courtney’s arms down, she was giving him a magnificent view of her cleavage, bouncing around, unconstrained, as her little sister half-heartedly tried to escape.
Looking up and smiling, Natasha noticed that the bulge in Brian’s pants was bigger than before. He smiled back at her, a little out of breath now, and continued to tickle their “daughter.”
“Watch this!” Natasha said, gambling. She took Courtney’s arms in her left hand and saw her little sister’s eyes widen in recognition and terror at the movement. With her right hand, Natasha took hold of Courtney’s left nipple and started to squeeze and turn it. “Purple nurple!”
“Stop!” Courtney said, this time really upset. Brian had frozen, watching.
“Hey, that’s not nice,” he said, reaching up and grabbing Natasha’s wrist. “You’re hurting her.”
She let go, a little ashamed. “Just a little,” Natasha said. “But don’t feel bad. She does it to me all the time!”
There was a bit of awkward silence and Natasha wondered why in the world she’d done that. She let go of Courtney’s arms, and the younger girl started to rub her nipple, pouting a bit. Then her little sister smiled impishly and looked up to Brian, who was still sitting on her bare legs.
“Don’t dads kiss their little girls’ owies?” Courtney said, far too innocently.
“That they do,” Brian said, and before Natasha could do anything, he bent down and placed a light kiss on Courtney’s wounded nipple, which now resembled a small pebble.
“You two are gross!” Natasha said, not being able to hide the delight in her voice. She had a huge smile on her face. Courtney and Brian both started to laugh.
Brian’s penis was still hard, Natasha noticed as he sat back on the couch more normally. She also noticed that her little sister was checking out their cousin’s package.
“Oh my gosh, you two,” Natasha said, still giggling as Courtney sat up. “Brian, you should go change into what you’re wearing tonight, too, before we start having a ‘daddy-daughter’ make-out session or something.”
They all laughed and Brian only hesitated a moment before standing up and starting to walk up the stairs. Natasha came and sat down next to her sister and started whispering.
“You’re a little horn dog tonight!”
“Look who’s talking,” Courtney responded, also in a whisper, giggling and reaching toward Natasha’s braless chest in attempt to give a purple nurple in return. Natasha shied back out of her sister’s reach, but instead of getting angry, as she normally would, she only giggled, too.
“He’s our COUSIN, you little pervert!” Natasha said, a little louder. “Stop trying to seduce him!”
Courtney only laughed, blushing.
Natasha was about to say something else, when she heard a door open and looked up to see Brian coming down the stairs.
Her mouth dropped open. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Courtney’s eyes bulging out of their sockets, and Natasha knew that hers must be doing the same.
Their cousin wore nothing but his glasses.
Brian was rather scrawny, although he did have some prominent abs. His penis was sticking straight up, and it looked like the line to an exclamation point, his balls the dot. The latter hung down, tight, dark, fluffy hair all around and on it. His nipples were rather small, she noticed absently, kind of like everyone else in their family.
He was smiling as he walked down the stairs, his penis wobbling hypnotically with each step.
“You did say to change into what I’m wearing to bed tonight, right?” he asked nonchalantly.
Natasha nodded. “This… isn’t what I was expecting though.” Her mouth had gone dry.
“It’s okay,” he said reassuringly. “Sometimes dads go around naked in their own homes, right?”
Natasha laughed a little, but Courtney had a straight face, which had gone a little pale. She continued staring at Brian’s private parts, seemingly all shy.
“Brian, you’re making Courtney uncomfortable,” Natasha said and thought, not to mention you’re making me extremely turned on. “Besides, what would your girlfriend think?”
He shrugged, and the smile fell from his face. “She’d actually probably join me. Charlotte is more of an exhibitionist than I am. You should have seen what she was doing on the way home from Disneyland! But I don’t want to make Courtney uncomfortable, so—”
“I’m not uncomfortable,” Courtney said, quickly, swallowing and looking up to Brian’s eyes, a little smile on her face. “I was just surprised. I don’t mind if Tasha doesn’t mind.” Then she looked over to her sister.
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