CH1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vlb09s/my_best_friends_baby_cousin_ch_1_plot_teasing_age/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vlb09s/my_best_friends_baby_cousin_ch_1_plot_teasing_age/)
CH2: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vlmpwu/my_best_friends_baby_cousin_ch2_plot_teasing_age/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vlmpwu/my_best_friends_baby_cousin_ch2_plot_teasing_age/)
He lifts the blanket for me and I get off the couch.
I point to my seat. “You sit at the end.”
He moves over and I cuddle in next to him, putting the blanket over my legs. The crook of his elbow isn’t there, for me to hold onto. Instead, he wraps that arm around me, pulling me into him and his warm scent with a gentle touch.
I inhale the smoked wood and spices, but being on this side of his arm, getting his chest, I pick up a note of citrus… oranges. “God, you smell like an Old Fashioned.”
He grins. Of course, he does, because he’s winning. “Once your body is all tingly and heated, I’d engage in scent play.”
I inhale again, loving how masculine and strong he smells. “What’s that?”
“That’s where we take our shirts off, I lay over you, pressing a good amount of my weight into you, making you feel trapped and small.”
“I am small,” I giggle.
“Right, but this will make you *feel* it. And when you’re trapped under me, pinned to the bed, all you can do is breathe me in. Lap up the way I smell. That way you’d know me even if you were blindfolded.”
A current of electricity runs down my spine, causing me to tremble. The wetness between my thighs is no longer ignorable. He’s got me to a point that I haven’t been to in a long time without porn.
“What kind of porn do you watch?”
He chuckles. “Save that for your next turn. While I’m over you, I’ll be digging my nose into your hair, your neck, taking in your sweet scent.” He leans down to my ear. “You know what you smell like to me?” He inhales on my neck and I restrain my body from moving into his lap.
“What do I smell like?”
“Maybe you can ask that on your next turn instead.”
I go to take a shot but my glass is empty. “Hit me.”
“No.” He whispers. “Once I have your mind filled with me, I’ll reach my hand down your pants and tease you with my fingers.”
I wait for him to do it, my pussy soaking my panties, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t touch me any more than he already is. His arm around me, hand on my waist. *Fuck, Jack. You have me. Do it.*
“I’m going to put you in my lap. Are you okay with that?”
I nod.
He lifts me and sits me facing forward, so my black lays against his chest. My ass rubs against something large in his lap. It’s not his dick, it can’t be, but it is hard with a touch of give. No. It’s not his dick. That’s *way* too big. I reach behind me to feel it but his hands grab mine.
“You can touch my chest, abs, or thighs.”
“That’s no fun.” I whine, even though the thought of touching his body causes the fires between my legs to roar.
One hand slides down my pants, while the other grips one of my tits, forcing a large moan to rip from my throat. Two big, thick fingers press over my soaked mound and part my lips.
“*Ohh*, Jack.” My back arches, one hand grabs his wrist at my hips, the other reaches back to pull on the back of his neck. “Fuck, baby. Yes.”
His fingers dance over my clit forcing my hips to buck and my breaths to quicken. I’m already burning up inside from his words, his hands send me into orbit.
“Once you’re sufficiently teased, I’ll strip you naked.”
“How will you know when I’m sufficiently teased?” I ask, rolling my hips into his hands.
He pulls me tight against his chest so his lips are next to my ear. “When you’re begging me to fuck you.”
Electric fire lances down my spine and into my teased cunt.
“I’ll lay you on your back, you’ll spread your legs for me because you’re too hot for it not to beg me with your words and your actions, but right when you think I’m about to stick it in, I don’t.”
I groan my dissatisfaction. “But I want it.”
“I know. I knew the moment we met, but that doesn’t mean you get what you want. *I* want to taste you before filling you with my cum.”
Heat explodes between my legs and his fingers dive in, sending me over the edge.
“Fuck, Jack!” I shake on him as the orgasm takes hold. It washes over me like a tidal wave of heat crashing down on my clit.
His hand slides up from my breast to my throat, his thick forearm pressing my left breast against my chest. “Once you’ve come from my tongue, that’s when I stand up between your shaking, spread legs and slap your needy pussy with my fat, throbbing cock.”
“Fuck me.”
Jack’s grips both relax and he pulls his hand out of my pants. “No sex dares.”
“Fuck the dares. I want it so bad.”
“Good. You’ll want it more by the time I finally give it to you.”
I shake my head and grind my ass against him. I take his hand at my hips and push it back down my pants. “I can’t want it anymore that I do now.”
“I’ll show you new depths to your wants and desires. You’ll beg me, I promise you that.”
“I am begging.” I pout, bouncing on his lap and whatever that gigantic thing is in his pants. Definitely not his cock.
He shakes his head, the tip of his nose sliding on my skin. “You’re asking. A little needy, sure, but you’re not *begging*. I promise you, Abigale, you will beg me for my cock.” He pulls his hand out of my pants and readjusts us so my back is in the corner of the couch with my feet up in his lap. He puts the blanket over us and hits play on the movie. “Time for that massage. And it’s your turn. I choose truth.”
I take a few deep breaths and my reasonable mind comes back. *Fuck what am I doing?*
His hands unlace my shoes and toss them to the floor, the way he rolls my socks off my feet has me biting my lip, but it’s his eyes that grip me even more. The honey-brown eyes swirl with hunger and a knowing that I’ve never seen from anyone else.
I’m trapped. There’s no two ways about it. He’s played me perfectly and I’m no better than putty in his hands.
And he knows it.
His hands press into my feet, and I moan from the shot of pleasure.
“Oh, shit, Jack. That’s fucking amazing.” I let my head tilt back and lick my lips, relishing the pressure of his thumbs. “Jack, please. I’m so turned on. I haven’t been this turned on in a long time.” Or ever.
“What’s your question?”
I gaze at him and smirk. “You are such a fucking tease. Tell me about the porn you watch.”
“I like watching sensual porn. I like aggressive porn. I like maledom, femdom.”
I bite my lip imagining doming Jack.
“My favorite is when a small busty, hourglass shaped woman with tattoos and piercings gets folded in half by a big, beefy guy with a tiny dick.”
I’m rolling in my juices one moment and rolling in laughter the next. “If what I felt was your cock, you aren’t small. Is that really what’s in your fucking pants?”
“Are you trying to ask if that’s a banana in my pants or am I happy to see you?”
*Way bigger than a fucking banana.* “Can I see it?”
“No sexy dares.”
“It’s not a dare, it’s a question.”
“It’s not your turn.”
“*Grr-ah!* Fuck the game. I want to see your dick. I want to know what I smell like. I want you over me.”
“You get one at a time, on your turn.” He grins at me, and with the hunger in his eyes I can’t help but want to be devoured.
“You’re the worst.” I moan.
“Have you ever wanted anyone’s cock as you badly as you want mine right now?”
“No! Please, let me have it!” A guttural moan rips through my throat as his thumbs press into my sole. “Fuck. How are you so good at this?”
“My company runs itself almost. I’ve been taking private lessons to be a masseuse. Not that I’m going to become one, but I wanted to know how to please my women.” He takes another shot. “That’s five. My bonus question is, are you having fun?”
I nod and smile with my eyes closed, melting into his hands.
“Your turn. I chose dare.”
“I dare you…” *to fuck the shit out me!* Too bad it can’t be sexual. “I dare you… to…” Fuck, I don’t know. Anything that will make him touch me more. I can’t think straight enough to be crafty! I just want more.
*Wait! That’s it!* He’s driving me nuts because he’s denying me, giving me only a taste of what he can really do to me. *I have to deny him!*
“I dare you to not touch me, the entire movie.”
The tension is already building on screen, but we’ve missed the first ten minutes.
Jack chuckles. “That’s rough, but okay. I’ll give it my best.”
“If you fail, you have to drink for every ten minutes left.”
“Oh, wow.” He nods then shrugs. “Okay. I think that’s fair. What do you choose? Truth or dare?”
Fired up from sudden burst of defiance, I glare at him. “Dare me, motherfucker.”
He takes the blanket off my legs and points to the door. “I dare you to go outside, to the middle of the street and do the splits in a handstand.”
My mouth drops. “What? A fucking handstand splits?”
His smile taunts me. “Becca said she first met you in dance and I heard her mention that you two do yoga. You’re flexible, and those arms are small, but I can tell they have plenty of strength.”
I glance through the window to find it’s pouring. “It’s fucking raining out!”
His massive shoulders lift in a shrug. “Well, if you’re not up to it, I can pour you a shot.”
My competitive side flairs and I’m on my feet, putting on my shoes. “Fine. I’ll do it. Watch me.”
I step out onto the porch and Jack follows me. It’s dark out, almost as if it were nighttime, but it’s only three in the afternoon. The black clouds blot out the sky and what little is left is covered by a downpour.
“I’m going to get soaked.”
“You could go naked if that made you feel better about getting wet, but a dare’s a dare.”
“Fuck you. Just stay here and watch.”
“Oh, I’m not staying here. I have to get as close as I can, without touching, of course.”
“So, you’re going to get drenched for no good reason?”
He leans in close. “Getting to see you spread your legs for me is plenty reason.”
My cheeks burn and I turn away from him. I head out into the rain, chased by his laughter.
I get into the street and set my hands in position. I do handstands just about everyday as part of my morning routine. I did one this morning, but I don’t do the splits while doing it, and I don’t do it drunk.
“Jack, will you catch me if I fall? I’m pretty drunk.”
“Is that a trap?” He stands there as if it’s not pouring down around us. The big droplets doing nothing to faze him.
“No. It won’t count against the dare. I’m a little scared.”
He nods. “I’ll spot you.” He moves around in front of me but once I’m in the handstand, he’ll be behind me.
I push off my legs and go up. My arms are wobbly, too wobbly. I have to do this fast. I spread my legs out to the side, the shift in weight happening too fast for me to correct and my arms collapse, but I don’t fall to the ground.
Jack’s arms wrap around me from front to back. He’s reached over my spread legs to grab me and pull me up to face him. With my legs instinctively wrapping his waist, his hands hold me by my ass. “Good job. I knew you could do it.”
His proud smile over his smoldering eyes has my hands dancing over his massive chest and my eyes screaming for him to fuck me.
He takes me back inside and into the bathroom where he sits me down on the sink. He backs up and holds his hands up again. “Back to the dare.” Then he takes his wet shirt off and I nearly jump him.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Taking these wet clothes off. We can’t stay in them. We could get sick.”
“Oh, so now it’s we?”
“Yeah, we. You’re just as wet as I am.”
I hop off the counter and brush up next to him. “Trust me, I’m so much wetter than you, right now.”
“All the more reason to get out of those clothes.” He pulls his pants down and holy fucking shit, the lump in his underwear is huge.
I gasp, as images of a monster cock ripping my pussy to shreds plague me. *It can’t be real.*
I lift my own shirt up over my head and kick my shoes off my feet. I pull off my shorts and we stand toe to toe in our undies.
His body is just about what I imagined it would be. Big, chunky muscles.
He nods at me. “Those will have to come off, too.” He pulls his wet underwear off and a horrifying cock springs free.
It’s *massive*! Like, easily a foot, and thick as fuck. His urethra’s girth alone is thicker than my last boyfriend’s
“H-how—How big is it?”
“You want measurements?”
I nod. My jaw still hanging, and my eyes glued.
“It’s big. That’s why I said we’re not having sex. It’s too big.”
Something about him deciding that it’s too big for me snaps me out of my trance. “I’ll decide if it’s too big, thank you very much! Now, how big is it?”
The monster bounces in its standing position, drawing me back into it.
“It’s eighteen inches long, eight around. Abigale, you’re worked up. Clearly, I am too, but we’re not having sex because this thing…” He slides a hand around his cock and strokes it as if he’s about to jerk off. “…it will destroy your pussy.” He moves closer to me, standing at an angle so he doesn’t press the monster into my belly or chest. “This will ruin you, Abigale. It will claim you as mine. Once you’ve had this in you, no other cock will compare, and you’ll go crazy without me.”
He holds his cock up, showing it off, compelling me to get on my knees and beg him to fuck me. Even though his words are the exact opposite, that’s what he’s saying to me. He’s saying, ‘Get on your knees like a good girl and beg me to claim you as my little cock slut.’
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vln4au/my_best_friends_baby_cousin_ch3_fingering_mdom
Oh my goodness. I love the way you write. Such a turn on.