“She wanted me to remind you to pick up Mimi from the airport,” Kaylee says. “Her plane gets here at 12.”
Mimi is your cousin and an aspiring artist. She’s a year older than you are and though you haven’t seen her for several years, you distinctly remember her from the summer that her family spent with yours. The most distinctive of your memories are the long nights your sisters forced you to pose while Mimi would draw you. Even back then your cousin was a pretty thing, staring intently at you with furrowed brows before drawing lines down on her sketch pad. The reason these memories were so vivid was because Mimi would often be clad in just an oversized t-shirt and she often sat cross legged as she drew, revealing her panties—the first panties you had ever seen. There were even a few instances where she would adjust your pose and her hands would accidentally brush against your erection. She would smile at you, but not say anything. You’re not sure anything would have happened anyway with your sisters at her side, constantly urging her to finish her drawings.
Your cock is hard and throbbing again as you imagine her sitting splay legged, revealing her pink striped panties. She’s grown in recent years—last Halloween she sent you a picture that showed her in a Snow White costume and you immediately got hard. She had short black hair and almond eyes, with full pink lips in a pout, but what immediately captured your attention were her large breasts that threatened to spill out of her costume. Her eyes were sparkling with mischief almost as if she knew you were staring at her tits. You’ve jacked off to that picture often and you might just need to jack off to it again before you go pick her up.
“You could impress her with your car,” Kaylee laughed, dragging you out of your thoughts. “Maybe she’d be willing to draw us a few more pictures—you willing to pose nude this time?”
Your cock jumps at the thought of revealing itself to your cousin and your sisters.
“Maybe if you’re posing with me.” You’re shocked at the sound of your own voice. You weren’t thinking! You silently curse your cock for stealing the blood from your brain.
“Mmmm,” Kaylee moans, making your jaw drop. She presses a hand against the glass and drags it down suggestively. “Maybe,” she murmurs before moving towards the door. “Remember—12 o’clock!”
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