Following the evening out by the pool, Samantha insisted that she and Mike continue to work on lowering his inhibitions. Mike wasn’t thrilled about that, but didn’t want to go back on his word to his cousin so he continued to go along with it. He tried to express that he didn’t want to keep doing what they were doing, but Samantha waved his concerns away. She then insisted that Mike turn all of his clothes over to her.
“Do I really have to?” he complained.
“My mom will be back soon in a couple of days, remember? So we should work on all of this as hard as we can. Of course…” she put a finger against her lips, as though thinking carefully. “I could always just ask her to help us when she gets back. I’m sure she would be happy to.”
“No! I don’t want her to know about this! I’ll go get my suitcase, okay?” So he went and got his suitcase and gave it to her. She looked him up and down.
“Now the rest of it,” she said.
“You mean what I have on right now?”
“That’s right.”
“But…why?”
“Because I said so, and you agreed to do what I say,” she replied. “If you want to make any progress before my mom gets back from her trip, then you’re going to need to stop being so resistant to everything. So go ahead and get naked for me.”
With a sigh, Mike began stripping his clothes off. When he was down to his boxers, he hesitated. He looked at her, about to ask if he could keep them on. But somehow when he saw expectant smile on her face as she watched him, he knew she wouldn’t agree to that. He considered asking her if he could wear her panties again so that he at least wouldn’t have to be completely naked, but almost immediately realized that wearing those had probably been more embarrassing than not having anything on at all would be. Shaking his head, he pushed his boxers down, stepped out of them, and held them out for her.
Her smile changed a bit as he did this. It was almost…smug?
“Good boy,” she said, taking his boxers. “I’m glad I didn’t even have to ask for you to give them to me.”
Mike felt his face turn red. That was true, she hadn’t had to ask. Somehow he had just known she would want it, and he had done it without even thinking about it. That felt weird. It also felt weird how she had said “good boy,” but he couldn’t quite figure out why. These thoughts made him feel vulnerable. Instinctively, he moved his hands in front of his penis.
Samantha raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Really, Mike? Even after last night?”
He sighed again and dropped his hands. Once again, her expression seemed to turn smug.
“Alright, then,” she said, “today we’ll spend some time out by the pool. We should talk about some things to help keep us on track, and it might just be a bit more relaxing there. So why don’t you go out and hop in while I go get changed into my suit, and I’ll be out in a moment.”
Samantha took his clothes and his suitcase and disappeared upstairs with them.
Mike went out to the backyard. As soon as he got beyond the patio area, he felt even more exposed. While the backyard was fenced in, there was always some neighbor around who had a better view into your backyard than you thought, right? What if any of the neighbors happened to see him like this? He quickly got into the pool for the obscurity the water would provide, not to mention to combat the heat of the day.
The pool wasn’t that big, but there was enough space to swim around in and feel like you were actually moving. At its deepest point in the center, the water came up to Mike’s chest. He stood there, feeling at least a little covered.
A few moments later, Samantha came out. She was in a blue bikini, the top of which looked like it could barely contain her boobs. She was also wearing a large pair of dark sunglasses that completely hid her eyes. Her blonde hair was tied up in a high ponytail. In one hand she had a bottle of sunscreen, and in the other her cell phone, with a towel under her arm. She sat on the edge of the pool, letting her legs dangle in the water. She smiled at him. With the sunglasses, it was hard to tell if she was looking him in the face or if her eyes might be going a bit lower.
“How’s the water?” she asked.
“Uh…good,” he replied.
“Mm.”
She turned her attention to her cell phone, tapping away at it for a few moments.
“So…you said we should talk about some stuff?” he asked. Her only response was to hold up a finger, as though to ask for him to be patient for a moment while she continued fiddling with her phone. When she finished, she set it down to the side.
“Right. So Mike, if last night was any indication, then I think it’s safe to say that you’re pretty shy about sex. Would you agree?”
“I mean…yeah, I guess so,” he said nervously, already dreading wherever this was going.
Samantha opened the bottle of sunscreen and squirted some into her hand. She began covering her arms with it. In the first few days since he had gotten here, Mike had noticed that Samantha had a routine with how she applied sunscreen when out by the pool. Arms first, tuzla escort then her legs, then her stomach and her sides, and finally her neck and upper chest. If she were going to lay face down she’d ask for help with her back, otherwise she left it alone. Watching her rub the lotion of her own body always seemed to make him get hard, and right now just the thought of soon seeing her rub the uncovered part of her boobs was starting to have an effect.
“Well, we should talk about sex a bit more, then,” she said casually. “I already know that you’re a virgin, of course.” She smiled again at this. “And you’ve never kissed a girl, and you’ve never been on a date. So we’re working uphill, here.”
“Right…” he murmured, watching as her hands shifted to her thighs. He wished he were the one rubbing her thighs. He could really feel himself starting to get hard now. Samantha just kept looking at him, smiling, as she rubbed. Once again, he wondered where, exactly, her eyes were pointed.
“What about masturbation?” she suddenly asked.
“What?” he asked, a bit taken aback.
“Do you ever masturbate? You know, jerk off?”
“I…I mean…”
“Be honest.”
“I…yeah…I…I guess.”
“You guess?” she asked with a small laugh. “I would think it’s something you’d have a clear idea about.”
“Okay, yes! I…I jerk off sometimes.”
“Mhm. How often?” She squirted out some more lotion, then moved her hands to her abdomen to begin rubbing it in.
Mike swallowed hard.
“I don’t know…I mean…just…whenever the mood strikes, I guess…”
“What do you think about?”
“I…come on, Samantha–“
“Tell me what you think about when you masturbate.”
“Just…girls.”
“Oh? Naked girls?”
“Well…yeah.”
With a bit more sunscreen, her hands moved to the back of her neck.
“What about them? Fucking them?”
Mike squirmed in the water.
Her hands moved down to her chest. She rubbed the lotion on her boobs, over the bikini top.
“Is that it, Mike? You like to think about them naked? Like to think about fucking them, when you masturbate?”
Mike was completely hard at this point. His eyes were transfixed to her hands and how she kept touching her chest. She was focusing on them a lot longer than she had any other part of her body.
“Y…yeah…” he finally said.
Samantha sighed in contentment. “Well. Thank you for being honest. This is all very good to know. Now let me ask you something else, Mike. Are you hard right now?”
Mike’s eyes widened. Samantha set her hands on the edge of the pool and leaned back a bit, smiling widely. He saw an eyebrow of hers arch above her sunglasses, silently repeating her question.
“Yes,” he admitted, feeling it would be futile to try to deny.
“Well. As we discussed last night, it’s really not appropriate to get an erection when you look at your cousin.” In spite of her words, she seemed as though she relished his answer.
“I’m sorry. I…I can’t help it.”
“We’re just going to have to keep working on that. In the meantime, I need to be able to monitor you, so you’re going to stay naked all the time.”
Mike groaned. “But only until your mom comes back…right?” he asked.
From behind her sunglasses, Samantha returned his hopeful gaze with a superior one of her own.
“We’ll see,” she finally said.
Mike tried to think of something, anything, he could say to convince her to not keep doing this after Aunt Veronica got back. But before he could:
“Come over here by me, Mike.”
Mike trudged through the water to the edge of the pool while Samantha used the towel she had brought out to wipe the remaining lotion off of her hands. When he was next to her, he stood close up against the wall to try to limit her ability to see his erection.
“So, Mike, there’s something else I feel like I should tell you. Just to make sure you know.”
“Yeah?”
“Well first, as you can probably guess, I’m no stranger to sex. I’ve had a lot of sex, with a lot of guys.”
Mike had, indeed, figured as much. But hearing her say it out loud made him feel even more turned on.
“So trust me when I say that I know what I’m talking about. And just like I’ve said I need you to be honest with me, I need to be honest with you. The truth is, you have a small penis.”
Mike looked up at her in shock. “What? I do not!”
“Yes. Yes, you do.”
“But…but…” he stuttered. He explained to her how he had looked this kind of thing up online before. How he had measured himself. How he was actually even a little bit bigger than average.
Samantha laughed at this. “Oh, Mike,” she said in a pitying way. “What are you going to trust? Something some random person online posted, or real world experts? Do you remember last night how I said I was going to share the pictures and the video I took with my girlfriends in college?”
Mike’s heart dropped.
Samantha picked up her cell phone. “Well, that’s exactly what I did after I got out here to the pool with you. I told them that I had never had pendik escort sex with a guy as small as you, and asked them for their thoughts as well. I could hear my phone vibrating quite a bit while we were talking just now. Should we see what they had to say?”
Mike had no idea what to say. He didn’t think he’d like to find out what these friends of Samantha’s thought.
She opened the text chain with her friends and scrolled through it while he waited in agony. Several times she quickly placed a hand to her mouth to suppress a giggle.
“Well, Mike,” she finally said, “it’s unanimous. You definitely have a small penis. Here, look.”
She held the phone down for him to see the text conversation. First, as she said, she had indeed sent every one of the pictures she took last night, as well as the video, and asked if her friends agreed with her. And then the responses started coming in.
There appeared to be three other people in the chat with Samantha, whose names he could see were Tiffany, Andrea, and Colleen.
The first to respond had been Tiffany. She just sent several laughing emojis, before adding that Samantha was “definitely” right and that she didn’t think she had “ever even SEEN a penis as small as Mike’s!”
Andrea was next. She opened with a shocked face emoji and “omg he’s tiny!!!!” before adding that she didn’t see how Mike would ever be able to actually please a woman in bed. “like…would you even be able feel that inside you??” she asked.
Colleen agreed, starting with a laughing emoji, but had a bit of a different perspective. “Yes, he’s small, but it’s kind of cute. What can I say? Sometimes small penises are cute.” She finished with a shrugging emoji.
Tiffany had replied to that, saying that Colleen needed to up her standards. To which Colleen said, “I mean…I said it’s cute, that’s all. Like something you’d want to pet. Obviously I would never fuck a guy that small.” This elicited more laughing emojis from Tiffany and Andrea.
“at least he enjoyed himself enough to cum without even being touched????” Andrea pointed out next.
Tiffany and Colleen were quick to jump in and comment on that, with Tiffany calling him “a loser” and Colleen saying that it was “pathetic.”
It was the most humiliated Mike had been in his whole life. He looked up at Samantha, wanting so much to protest, to bring up the online studies again…but the words wouldn’t come.
“Aw, Mike,” Samantha said, patting him on the head. “Don’t take it to heart. Here, let me do this…” Samantha typed a reply to the group chat and sent it, then showed it to him. It said:
“He may have a small penis but he’s still my cousin, so be nice girls! Guys with small penises need love too!”
Somehow that didn’t make Mike feel any better, nor did the fact that she had ended with her own string of laughing emojis, which seemed to undercut the actual message she had sent. Samantha continued to interact with the chat for a bit, laughing out loud each time her friends made another joke about him and gleefully showing it to him. Before she finally put the phone down, Tiffany had said, “Send more pics of Mike and his cute little penis ASAP! I’m laughing so hard right now!”
Mike sighed in defeat.
“Don’t worry about it, Mike,” Samantha said, patting his head again. “Just because none of us would fuck someone as small as you doesn’t mean there aren’t other girls out there who would. And that’s the point I wanted to make. So don’t let it be a problem for yourself, and you’ll be okay.”
Mike couldn’t quite follow her logic. It sounded more like she was saying that girls like her and her friends were the ones who would have a problem with it. But he just wanted to be over and done with the entire humiliating conversation, so he didn’t press her on that.
Samantha fanned herself with a hand, looking around. “Man, it’s really hot out here today,” she said. “Maybe we should head back inside and get cleaned up.”
“I guess so,” Mike said glumly.
She stood up, gathering the sunscreen and the towel in one hand and holding her phone with the other. “Well, come on then,” she said.
Mike pushed himself up on the edge of pool to get out, with Samantha carefully watching him. He looked at her uncertainly. “What?”
She used one finger from the hand holding her phone to tilt the sunglasses down on her nose, giving herself a better look at his penis.
“See?” she said with a smirk. “Even after learning that you have a small penis, you’re still hard. I’m glad you won’t let it affect your confidence.”
Mike winced. In fact, even throughout the entire text exchange that Samantha had with her friends, he had felt like he was getting even harder than he already was. He couldn’t understand why. It wasn’t as though he enjoyed them making fun of him…
“Let’s go,” Samantha said, turning and walking inside. His eyes were glued to her ass as she went and he followed, noticing the sexy way it sashayed with each bouncy step she took.
Samantha went to the laundry room to put away her towel and the sunscreen, aydınlı escort while Mike headed for the shower upstairs. When he was inside the bathroom, he placed his hands on the counter and hung his head. What a day it had already been.
He began moving to the shower when Samantha entered the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” he asked, confused.
“We’re getting cleaned up, silly. Remember?”
“What…together?”
“Well why not? You certainly don’t expect me to just go sit on the couch all covered in sunscreen, do you? And you can’t just stand around dripping water on the floor. This will be better.” She tilted her head innocently. “Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed to shower with your cousin?”
Mike was very surprised by this turn of events. “No…no, I guess not…” he said, “I guess that makes sense.” He pulled the sliding shower door open, stepped inside, and moved to the front to allow room for her. She came in immediately after him, still in her bikini, and slid the door shut.
She looked at him, hands on her hips, with a smile. “What are you waiting for, then? Can we get some water in here?”
Mike was trying very hard to keep the disappointment off of his face, and was very sure that he was doing a bad job of it. “You’re…still going to keep that on?” he asked.
“Of course I am. You know it wouldn’t be right for you to see me naked.”
“But you just told me I have to be naked all the time!”
“That’s different, Mike. I’m trying to help you. While you, on the other hand, are apparently still struggling to control inappropriate reactions around me. I can’t let you ogle me without clothes on. You do understand how it’s different, right?” She looked at him attentively, waiting for an answer.
Mike wasn’t too sure about it being different. But, he hadn’t won any disagreement with Samantha so far, and had little confidence in his ability to mount any kind of cohesive argument. So, he just nodded.
Samantha let out a massive sigh of contentment, much bigger than the one by the pool. “So you know that I’m right about everything, then?” she asked. Her voice had gotten a bit…heavier, maybe? It had a tone that almost sounded sultry.
“I…yeah, I guess so?” he replied, not quite sure what to make of the change in her tone.
“You know that I’m right about keeping you naked all the time now?” she said, taking a step closer to him.
“I…I guess…”
“And you know that I’m right about not letting you see me naked?” Another step closer.
“Y-yes…”
“And you’ll keep doing what I say? No more arguments?” Her boobs were touching his chest now.
“I…I will…”
“And I’m going to keep taking pictures and videos of you when you’re naked and sending them to my girlfriends.” Her stomach, slick with sunscreen, was touching his hard cock as she looked up into his face.
“Well…”
“Say it. Say that you agree that it’s okay for me to do that.”
“I…agree…”
Samantha let out another sigh. “Good boy,” she purred, closing her eyes. They remained closed for a moment, Samantha appearing to be savoring some kind of satisfaction.
When she opened them, the look in her eyes was back to its usual happy impishness.
“Okay then. Now that we’ve agreed on that, let’s get this shower started.” She reached around his waist to turn the shower knob, in the process pushing herself up against his cock. Mike tried to stifle a gasp at the sensation. He felt the water jet into his back from the shower head.
“Here, let me go first,” she said, hugging him closely and maneuvering them around so that she was at the front. Mike moaned out loud feeling her closely pressed up against him. He hoped the noise of the shower prevented her from hearing it.
Facing him, Samantha finally undid her ponytail and let the water soak her hair. She tilted her head back to let it run down her body as well. This gave Mike a chance to stare at her cleavage. He wanted to grab his cock and start jerking off, but willed himself not to.
Samantha washed herself in much the same order that she had applied sunscreen, while Mike watched. Her arms, her legs, her stomach and sides, her neck. She washed her face next, then used a back-scrubbing luffa to get her back.
“Okay, Mike,” she said when she was done. “I need to get some places you aren’t allowed see, now. Eyes closed.”
Feeling a surge of disappointment once again, Mike dutifully closed his eyes.
“No peaking,” he heard her say in a teasing manner. “I’m still facing you so I’m going to know if you do.”
With the sound of the water as loud as it was, Mike couldn’t clearly hear her moving around as she finished washing, but could hear bits of it. First he heard a kind of wet fabric snapping sound. He thought maybe she had undone her bikini top. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to look. He was pretty sure he could hear her rubbing herself down, but it seemed to go on for a really long time. At a certain point he thought he heard her moaning, but figured he was wrong.
Next, he thought he heard her shifting around a lot in her spot at the front of the shower. Maybe she was slipping her bikini bottom down? He didn’t think he had heard her redoing the top…if he was even right about having heard her undo it. Was she naked?