"PLS PLS PLS"
Hannah looked forward. Her aunt and dad were in animated conversation planning Thanksgiving. She pulled her the neckline of her sweater to one side and showed Ryan her right breast, long and pointy, in a satiny blue bra that matched her hair. She counted to twenty, then casually pulled her top back.
"wtf wtf" he texted.
"foot rub" she texted back.
As he began an eager foot massage, she gave herself a gold star and decided the best way to make this trip fun would be to tease Ryan without mercy.
Two hours had passed since they got into bed. Hannah's dad and Aunt Nicole were asleep. Ryan, though, was craning his neck to see over his sleeping mother and his uncle. Awkward, she thought, that we're on the outsides. It would be easier if we were the ones closest to the gap. But at least, she would be able to keep a close eye on her dad and her aunt while she teased Ryan.
She slid out from under the blanket she shared with her father and carefully got to her knees. Ryan was awake. Looking straight at him, she began to run her hands up and down her body. She let her fingers pull her nightshirt this way and that, up and down... now showing a little leg, now hiding it again. Peek-a-boo, she thought, as her hand pulled her neckline lower, then let it spring back into place.
Ryan, still under the sheet with his mother, was wildly excited, but could do nothing about it. His mom lay on her back dead center in the bed. Ordinarily, he might have woken her or pushed her to reclaim his space, but he didn't want to risk interrupting the show. But now, she was so close that if he moved it might disturb the blankets. He might even brush against her silky nightgown or even her bare skin.
It was no secret that Aunt Nicole never wore underwear to bed. "My down there needs to breathe," she had said, more than once. Hannah also suspected that her aunt really liked sex, too. Once, when a group of ladies at a wedding shower was discussing the subject wearing underpants to bed, Aunt Nicole had announced that that experience had taught her not to let a little piece of fabric stand in the way of an opportunity. Whoa, Hannah had thought, and added a mark of respect for her round little aunt.
Now, as Hannah thought about that, she realized that if Ryan got too aroused, his hardening dick might push up under his mother's nightgown, and then... oh the shame! Or maybe the nightgown had slid up already, and Aunt Nicole's pussy was bare under the sheet. Hannah got a little thrill visualizing it. All the better for a nice long tease, she thought.
In her case, Hannah was wearing small blue satiny underwear, and as she got hotter, she wanted to show it off. She lifted the hem of her nightshirt with one hand, and drew little circles over the blue satin with the other. Suddenly, her dad turned in his sleep, rolling to face her. She forze, then slowly lowered the hem, watching him closely. His breathing stayed slow and steady. He was still sleeping. It was a little disconcerting how close he was... normal bed distance, but still. If he woke up, he would freak out. Or would he? Maybe he would enjoy the show.
She would never tease her dad on purpose, but... he was attractive. To her, at least. She thought he was handsome and even kind of sexy. Maybe he thought she was sexy too. If she didn't know she was giving him a show, he would get off on it. Maybe he was just pretending to sleep right now. Her dad, laying there with an eye half open and checking her out as she stripped for her cousin... knowing that he should stop it, but too excited to interrupt... it really started to get her even hotter.
She turned back to Ryan and smiled. He pretended to exhale in relief... phew!
Hannah got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom. As she passed Ryan, she lifted the hem of her nightshirt so he could see her panties on her butt. They were cute panties! They were kind of girly, blue to match her bra, with a black lace edge revealing an inch of cheek, and they framed her high rounded bum nicely. Lucky. She hadn't picked them out on purpose when she got dressed this morning, and she had sluttier ones, but she thought they fit the occasion perfectly - just the thing to 'unintentionally' tease your cousin.
Her next move she had thought up when they were still in the car. In the bathroom, Hannah stepped out of her underwear. Then as she'd planned, she pinched and squeezed her nipples. It wasn't needed... the were long, perky, and fully at attention as if it had been forty degrees in that warm little hotel room... but it still felt good.
She balled up the underpants in her hand, hiding them in her fist and opened the door. She stepped into view, with the bathroom light shining on her like a spotlight. She checked again that both her dad and aunt were asleep. Then, taking the hem of her nightshirt in her hands, she lifted it high over her head, back arched, nothing on underneath. She spread her legs, so that Ryan could get a good long look at her pussy. Maybe he could even see the long excited lips, untidily peeking out from the groove. Or maybe he was looking at her tits, her long nipples pointing up. Exposing herself so completely was even more wildly thrilling than thinking about it had been. She felt totally vulnerable and completely in charge at the exact same time. Stretched out, nude, and blindfolded by her own nightshirt, she silently counted to eleven. Then she let the hem drop.
Ryan was agog. His hands, in fact his entire body, had frozen. His mouth was open. Did he just cum? She looked, and no, it didn't look like it. It looked more like he had spontaneously rebooted.
She walked back to her bed. This was going to be fun.
Part Two: Hannah's Dad
Andrew had been noticing how sexy his daughter was becoming. Her gawky height had hit her all at once when she was about twelve and shot up a head and a half taller than her classmates. As her body had recovered from the shock, it had slowly filled in. Her behind had plumped out, demurely, into a desirable curve. Her legs went from bony to coltish to slim. And her breasts had lengthened, their ends lifting up into points like two ski jumps, if ski jumps were sexy. He noticed. He had even felt desire for her, though obviously, he would never do anything about it. That was wrong, and weird, and... really, why would he think about never doing anything about it? Why would that thought occur to him? Even thinking about not doing anything about it was probably going too far. In fact, even thinking about not thinking about not doing anything about it, et cetera, et cetera. So he didn't think about it.
And if he did think about it, what would he even do? He couldn't very well tell her in one breath to clean her room and in the next, to spread her long sexy legs so he could eat her pussy. So he didn't think about it, and whenever he caught himself thinking about it, he stopped.
But his aging body was not in on the deal. Embarrassingly, he had been getting unasked for erections like a teenager. There were moments, precious in memory, where his own body betrayed him, and thought about it. Counting down...
5: Every time she went around the house in leggings and a bra. Especially the lacy black bra.
4: The way she had laughed and said, "Oh dad," when he asked her that one time how things were going with boys. It was the way she said it. It was very knowing, and it gave him a sudden horn that left him sipping coffee in his pajamas for a full ten minutes before he dared stand up again.
3: The time he had opened the bathroom door, not knowing she was in there. In the mirror he had seen her just out of the shower, completely nude, trimming her pubes. It didn't matter that he'd said, "Sorry!" and shut the door the moment he saw, because his mind, in those twenty milliseconds, had snapped a pic, saved it, and made it her ID picture every time he thought of her.
2: The time they'd met with Nicole's family by a quiet little pond halfway between their houses. The beach there, which he had chosen, 'turned out' to be clothing-optional. Suprisingly, no one had balked. Behind sunglasses, he had watched Hannah strip, swim, lay out in the sun, and get dressed again. It was more like a sauna than a strip show... everyone was naked, his wife, his sister, her husband... everyone except young Ryan, who was too embarrassed to strip. But he had watched, when he could get away with it.
