Rub her hand on your bulge

From Torg Adventure

You take Nancy's hand and pull her closer. Her breath catches as you stop her in front of you. She's flushed over most of her body, as you can see through the translucent dress. You slowly pull her hand down to your pants and rub her fingers across your denim-covered erection. She gasps, but her eyes never leave your face and she doesn't pull her hand away. After a few strokes, she moves on her own, squeezing your shaft gently and rubbing through your pants. You close your eyes briefly and moan. Then you look back at her. She gulps and breathes very shallowly and haltingly. For another ten seconds you hold this pose, staring into each other's eyes and her hand gently jerking you through your jeans.

Then she lowers her eyes and says, "Now shoo! I'm going to put some clothes on." She steps back from you and releases your package. As she turns away from you, she gives you an mischievous grin. You didn't push her too far, and now you're pretty sure she's interested. This was a nice start. You step back to the door, watching her take off the diaphanous dress, and open the door. Just as you step through and start closing the door, Nancy takes off her bra. You catch a glimpse of her naked breasts in the mirror to the side. You also see her eyes looking straight at you in the reflection with that same playful grin. You close the door.

Your heart won't stop racing. You just got your cousin to rub your cock and bare her breasts to your eyes. She didn't seem upset by this. She seems interested in more. This bodes well for continuing with Nancy. It also will make Gwen a little jealous when Nancy starts paying attention to you. Your inner slut rubs his hands together. Sisterly competition could be very good.

You wait until the door opens and your cousin steps out. You can see a difference in the way she walks. Her shoulders are thrown back, and she has an air of something ... self-assurance? ... that really turns you on. She smiles and takes your hand as you walk to the register. While checking out, you notice that she bought several of the things you picked out for her, including the translucent dress and the black bra and panties.

You stroll through the mall, hand in hand, until you come to the side where you are parked. Out in the car, Nancy keeps her hands to herself, but you both glance at each other every few minutes.

What now, Romeo?

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