Cousin comes home (open to one dominant male)

OOC: I'm looking for a very dominant guy to play my couison, I want someone who is good at persuasion and likes to be in control and isn't afraid to get a little rough.

Name: Hannah
Age: eighteen
Looks, long curly dark brown hair, that comes half way down my back, with large brown eyes, slim body, 32B, slight tan and probably
Height: 5"2

You're my much older cousin, neither of us are very close to our familys so I always looked up to you and you took care of me. Because I was so dependant on you, you could always get me to do whatever you asked. I lived a very sheltered life-style, I was a good girl, innocent and protected the complete opposite of you, you rebeled alot more against our familys life-style, causing You to leave home a few years ago, and I missed you alot, but began to realise how much I let you do whatever you wanted, but I know that if I see you again, I won't be able to tell you no. I'm still pretty much the same, still innocent and sheltered, but I have grown up, my breasts have got larger and my body's matured.

IC: You're coming home tonight, I have been worrying about it all day, knowing the power that you still have over me. And now as I stand in the hall of your welcome home party in my little black dress, my eyes are nervously scanning the crowds, on the lookout for you, as I lean back against the table all on my own, chewing on my lower lip, knowing it won't be long until you are here

Home again.

There came lots of memories with this, even after all this time. He had left in a big bang those days, leaving everything behind him, that antique lifestyle his family preferred, that sheltering of everyone from the reality of life, that close-your-eyes for drugs and crime as if everything bad would go away if you ignore it. The black coats and white dresses for school, the sunday singings, all that outdated rubbish. It had been a turmoil when he said he'd join the French Foreign Legion. He hadn't done it, but he'd left that impression to shake his perfect family up a bit with not fighting for his country but for someone else. A cruel smile played around his lips. His family still thought he had gone to fight for the French, of all people, in some African war or other. Well, now he was back again. Maybe him leaving had shaken up some things and he'd find some normal people now and not a catalogue-family any more were not even the basics of sexuality or smoking were told to the brave kids. Small chances for that, he sighed inwardly, but they did deserve that last chance to have him back.

Maybe.

His open car had stopped at a traffic light, and he could see his unchanged home in the distance. Well, unchanged was not totally true. The front door was decorated with two flags, the french Tricolor and the Stars and Stripes, he he could even faintly hear the Marseilles, the french anthem. How typical. Seems to be that his supposedly quiet homecoming was pumped up into a whole neighborhood event. Even his comrade Badeye Charly, whom he had pushed to drive him here, had to laugh, and Badeye was dumb like a leaf of molten bread. In disgust John punched him at the shoulder, silencing the laughter immediatly, then leapt over the low door out of the car. He crossed the streets not caring about the color of the traffic light, then took a garden way of some neighbor, finally arriving at his parent's house near the back door. Looking through the window his suspicion was confirmed. The whole family, and it was a huge one, had arrived, some of them even now looking at their watches just because he was almost two hours late. Briefly John wondered just how often they had played the french hymne meanwhile. He had to laugh. Did them good to hear something beside Sinatra for a change!

John looked again, trying to see his parents, but couldn't find them in the crowd. There had to be more than just his family there, more than the neighborhood even. Right next to the window, for example, was a cute girl he had never seen before with long curly dark brown hair half way down her back with a slim body and a nice handful of tits chewing her lips. She looked vaguely familiar, though, but he couldn't remember where he'd seen her. He shrugged it of. Possibly someone who worked at the local store or something like that.

That moment the young girl turned toward the window and saw him. Her deep brown eyes widened and her mouth opened in a cute O. She had nice full lips, John noticed. Immediatly he put his finger on his lips and pointed toward the back door.

Maybe she could fill him in about what to expect in his homecoming before his supposed grand entrance.

Hannah continues scanning the room, waiting for him, although it had been a long time she was sure that he would still want to speak to her, that he had missed her as much as she missed him. Suddenly the doors open and in he walks. A look of surprise crosses Hannah’s face, he looked.. different somehow yet still the same. She blushes, her cheeks staining a soft shade of pink as her mouth drops open just slightly, yet from the way he was looking at her it was clear he had no idea who she was.

She was a little hurt and angry about that they had spent a lot of time together before he went, she watches as he puts his finger to his lips and points towards the door, obviously he didn’t want anyone to know he was here yet, Hannah briefly thinks about calling attention to him just because he didn’t want it, but she wasn’t that mean.

She nods just once, a small frown still on her lips. Hannah stalks towards the back door and slips outside, no one paying her much attention they never did, the cold night air hits Hannah as she closes the door behind her unsure of what to say to him, she decides to play it cool, wait for him to figure it out and apologize.

She hears the backdoor open “you know it’s your party you’re not supposed to sneak out of it before anyone even knows you’re here” she says without turning around, her voice slightly clipped.

John smiled as the young woman opened the door for him, but rolled his eyes as he heard her clipped tone.

"Sweetie, I decide when I sneak or where I sneak." he said, looking her up from head to toes. Somehow she looked very familiar, but he couldn't place the great looking woman.

"Shall I sneak into your panties to prove it?" John laughed silently watching Hannah's reaction.

"Oh, come on! You are safe for the moment."

John grabbed Hannah by her arm and pulled her outside with him, getting out of sight before someone turned around and noticed him. They were both in the garden now.

"This is not my party, its the party of my parents to show me off, the war hero of the neighborhood or some rubbish like that. I'll see them when the rest of the town has vanished. I wouldn't even be here if it was only them, let alone the neighborhood. The only two relatives I care for are Patty and ... oh my..."

John looked Hannah up again.

"You did grow boobs, cousin!" he praised, "and look how nice they are! Come on, come on, show them! Lift your shirt! I can't believe my little cousin has grown a woman!"

Hannah’s mouth drop open as her cousin mentions sneaking into her panties, granted he probably didn’t realise that it was her, but it still brought a blush to her cheeks and although she knows she shouldn’t she cannot help but peak up at him from beneath lowered eyelashes and what she saw.. well it wasn’t bad, being away from home had apparently done him some good.

She listens as he begins to tell her the names of the two people he cares about, Hannah’s heart skips a beat as she wonders if he will mention her she hoped that he would, but she never got a chance to find out, she hears him trail off and she knows that he has finally recognized her….

She gasps as he mentions her breasts, suddenly feeling very self-conscious as she pulls her dress up a little more, covering what little cleverage that was on display as she glares at him. “Really John” she hisses, feeling her temper flare “I haven’t seen or heard from you for the past two years and the only thing you can say is ‘you’ve grown boobs’” she mutters, her hands coming up to rest on her hips as she frowns making it clear that she wasn’t happy with him.

“But that’s doesn’t matter lets just go back into the party, everyone’s been waiting to see you” she says finally ignoring the urge to hug him and welcome him home.

John frowned as he heard and saw Hannah's reaction. He placed his index finger under hier chin, caressing it for a moment, but then used the leverage to force her to look into his stormy eyes.

"Hannah, I'll go to that party whenever I want to go to it, if at all" he growled. "Neither you nor someone else is going to give me orders, understood? I'm the one in charge here."

Before Hannah could back away John pressed her against the wall with his body. From the inside the french hymn started yet again, which made him smile crudely.

"So if I say 'show your boobs' you may ask at most for how long, but only while you already get that dress out of the way. Did I make myself clear?"

His eyes fixed Hannah. Some had described them as pure steel, others as a grey storm in these situations, but few had managed to resist their force when John was angry.

Suddenly John stepped backwards and smiled radiantly. His next words were much sweeter then the low growl of his first sentences.

"So show them like I said, and then we'll hug and go in, celebrating my homecoming!" John said, smiling as if nothing had happened. "By the way, I like your dress, its beautiful, as are you!"

Hannah feels his finger underneath her chin and mentally she groans she knew that as soon as she looks up at his eyes that she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from doing whatever he said. Her eyes lock onto his and she cannot help but admire them, her cousin had amazing eyes, powerful eyes especially when he wanted something from someone.

“Okay your in charge” she mutters softly without really thinking about it.

“Yes” she mumbles softly as she looks up at him, hesitating slightly, Hannah wanted to run, she needed to get out of here but she couldn’t, she couldn’t leave him and he takes that choice away from her as he pushes her up against the wall, making Hannah feel trapped.

“You really want me to show you, fine I hope you know how sick this is” she mutters as she pulls her head away breaking his gaze as she pulls the straps of both her bra and dress down, she looks at the ground blushing deeply, unable to believe her cousin would be the first person to ever see her like this. She slides them down slowly her full creamy breasts coming into view for just a split second before Hannah pulls it back up covering herself, not yet pulling the straps up.

“There you’ve seen can we go in now?” she asks with a pout.

John ignored Hannah's mutterings and watched as she pulled her straps down, revealing her breasts. She was a slim one, slim and petite, and John liked what he saw very much. Her shy blushing added spice to the revelation. But her show ended much too soon.

"No, I have not seen, Hannah," John growled once more. "I must have blinked in that short moment were you showed your boobs."

John noticed that the straps were not lifted up again, so he reached out and pulled dress and bra down with his hand. Now he could enjoy a good long glance at Hannah's hidden treasures.

"Mmm," he purred, "That pair should not be hidden so much, its far too nice for that. Thinking about it, there's way too much cloth on you." John pondered for a moment, then his face lit up.

"We go in now, take that back on," he ordered. "But as soon as the opportunity arises, I want you to slip out and get rid of that bra. And of your panties also, I have to further examine you and your surprising growth into womanhood. Your wearing just a dress is enough for that. No, you needn't look at me like that. You will simply do as I say."

John granted her another flash of his radiant smile.

"And now we'll go in and let the show start!"

Hannahs eyes widen as he reaches out and pulls them back down, she wanted to object, but she didn’t dare she never did when John asked her to do anything. As soon as he gives her permission she quickly pulls them back up, pulling the straps over her shoulder, she gasps as she hears his request but nods once.

She smiles as he smiles, unable to resist it, she loved his smile. “Okay” she whispers although she wasn’t sure if she had any intention of it. ~Hannah takes his hand as she leaves him back inside to the main room, “Look everyone Johns back” she says loudly capturing everyones attention as they all flock around him. Hannah smirks, that would get rid of him for a while, she walks away, going to sit on the top of the steps, just out of site, she had no intention of taking her bra or panties off, no intention at all, she didn’t want him touching her down there and chances are he wouldn’t get away until she needed to go, then again she also knew the party wasn’t really for him, Hannah sighs softly as she leans her head against the wall, watching the party, despite everything she really loved her cousin and while she still felt as though she should do everything he said she had grown stronger in his absence if only a little.

John was finally making his grand entrance, like a rock star in front of his fans. He smiled here, waved there, even embraced someone now and then. It kept him occupied for a while, but he had fun with it, more than he had thought, and he did keep an eye on Hannah on top of the stairs whenever possible.

The excitement went down a bit after a while, and even the french hymn was finally replaced with some other song John had never heard of - and with reason, for it had no rhythm at all. Most guests crowded at the buffet now, so John felt up a few asses of the neighborhood ladies and girls, and even when caught he just smiled, secure in the knowledge that no one would make any ruckus for a homecoming war hero. More then one woman seemed to even like the special attention. Whenever possible John made his explorations near the bottom of the stairs, so that Hannah could see a bit of them also.

Finally John talked with a fat Lady who lived two houses down the street, occasionally whispering something in her ear that made her blush beet red and giggle like a teenage girl. John laughed when this happened, and finally sent her away. The lady wasn't sure if she really should go, then hurried up the stairs toward the bathroom, passing Hannah, her fat face even redder then before. John smiled toward Hannah, as if they shared the same secret. Then he went up the stairs also.

"Hey Hannah, having a good time?" he asked loudly for everyone to hear, then he continued in a much smaller voice.
"I kept an eye on you, Hannah. Still wearing too much clothes, are you? You are a bad girl. No christmas presents for one like you, I fear."

His eyes burrowed themselves in hers, and his voice went steely.

"If the fat lady in the bathroom removes her tentlike panties before you do, you'll be in trouble, Hannah. If her big bra vanishes before yours does, you are two scores down. Believe me, you wouldn't want that to happen. So you better hurry, little cousin! That elephant will take time to undress and redress, but even elephants will be ready at some point."

Hannah watches him from her spot on the stairs, as he feels up the girls and the women’s, she wonders briefly why they let him do it, but she also knows if she was in there position, she wouldn’t say no either.. besides she never said no.

She watches in amazement as he talks to the women who lives a few doors down.. a married women at that, she frowns slightly wondering why, she certainly wasn’t his type, but she shrugs and looks down feeling a spark of jealousy in the pit of her stomach, she wanted John to pay her some attention not any of the other girls. However she also wanted to hide, but she knew she couldn’t, he knew she was up here, she could tell by his glances.

Hannah watches curiously as the women hurries upstairs her face bright red as she slams the bathroom door behind her. Well that was strange and then John walks closer to her, she frowns as he begins to speak.

“Because I don’t want too” she pouts but as she looks into his steely eyes she knows she has no choice, its better to just do as he says.

“Okay” she whispers softly, her cheeks blushing a soft shade of red as she scrambles up and heads upstairs, turning round the corner so no one can see, she slides her panties down her legs and steps out scrunching them up into a ball as she slips the straps of her dress down, reaching around and unclasping her bra, pulling her dress back of before she removes it, Hannah squeezes them tightly in her hands unsure of what she was supposed to do, she glances towards the bathroom door, seeing it begin to open, she hurriedly slides the straps back up, walking to the top of the stairs and sitting down carefully, her legs clamped together in order not to expose herself.

“I’ve done it” she mumbles clutching her underwear in her lap, just as the woman exits the bathroom.

John watched a red faced Hannah sit down hurriedly, but still with care so no one would get a peek at her female core. She did watch the bathroom door anxiously, but finished right in time before Mrs. Fisher stepped out, redfaced also and with a lot of white cloth clutched in her big hands. John smiled. Two scores for me, he thought. Then he was halfway up the stairs already, but stopped now. Mrs. Fisher had squeezed past Hannah, and it had been no small feat for his cousin to let that eager human avalanche pass without being trampled. Mrs. Fisher was now right between him and Hannah, but had her eyes only on John, swooning him like a teenager. John smiled again, then took the enormous white bundle out of Mrs. Fishers shaking hands, storing it in a bag he had fetched while the two women had done the partly strip for him. He put the bag on the stairs, then embraced Mrs. Fisher, barely able to close his hands behind her back if he had tried.

But John was not trying. He indicated to Hannah that her underwear should join the walrus' one in the bag, then patted Mrs. Fisher on her back, thereby unhooking the zipper of her dress a bit. Since the size of the dress was obviously bought with a lot of wishful thinking, the zipper went down by itself for almost another inch, which made John smile maliciously. His eyes held Hannah's while he did his mischief, making sure she did see what John had done. Then John went out of the embrace, complimented Mrs. Fisher on her courage, and promised her to be soon back with her once more. Mrs. Fisher went downstairs, her face looking even more silly then before. John took place next to Hannah.

"Don't worry," he adressed his cousin. "I won't do that to you. But Helen," he pronounced Mrs. Fishers name with her squeaky accent, "she needs a little lesson in being humble. She'll drink now, and then maybe I get her to dance on the table. The rest should be done by gravity alone."

John laughed. "That should get the party going!"

Finally his eyes did left the bottom of the stairs and turned toward Hannah.

"So how do you feel now, without underwear? Liberated, I think. So spread your legs a bit, will you? I want to know if you shave your pussy."

Hannah watches on in disgust as the women hands John her panties, was he seriously taking them and hers as well, Hannah cannot help but wonder just how many pairs he has got tonight, yet even though she thinks this, she stands up and slips her underwear into his bag, shaking her head slowly, her cheeks still bright red, unable to believe that she was actually doing this, that she was really giving them to her cousin.

She shakes her head as he undoes her zip, she would have to tell the woman at some point she just hoped that John would never embarrass her in such a way as no one had ever seen her naked or even partially naked before.

“Your horrible” she mutters with a roll of her eyes and a fond smile on her lips, John didn’t seem to get were boundaries were he never had and his next statement only proves that further.

“I feel embarrassed” she mutters under her breath as she looks down, her mouth dropping in shock that was were she drew the line.. “Not a chance” she says as she snaps her legs closed as tight as she can, she did shave her pussy as she liked the way that it felt, but she would never tell him that.

Hannah stands up shaking her head slowly as she walks downstairs, huffing loudly as she walks into the kitchen to get a drink unable to believe he said that.

John smiled as he watched Hannah walking away. She'd need a bit more time, but finally she would do what he said. Most women did. His eyes went toward Helen, and his smile broadened. Time to get those things moving now.

"Helen!" he called her, taking note that Hannah knew what he was doing. "Here, I have a whiskey for you!" he added, bringing a very full glass to the fat lady, but flashing a smile toward Hannah while he went over.

The next minutes John was busy getting Helen a few drinks and pulling her zipper a bit more downwards when no one beside Hannah was looking. Then he left the big lady to give the alcohol a chance to take the reigns. After he pointed out the merits of singing and a certain table of course.

His plan in motion John came back to Hannah's side.

"It's more fun here then I thought," he said. "Thanks for giving me the push to come in." John smiled at his cousin.

"Oh, don't stay angry at me, cousin," he laughed. "I'm just honest, and I want to see you naked, of course I do! And much more than the others from whom I have collected."

John waited a moment to let that sink in, then opened the bag, showing Hannah her own panties, that great white tent of Helen, and two other panties, one black and lacy, the other a dark shade of pink.

"Who do you think those belong to, Hannah?" John asked playfully. "A hint: The black one is shaved to a landing stripe, like you I'd guess, but the pink has a full auburn bush."

Hannah watches her cousin's antics in disgust, she did not remember him being this way a couple of years ago or maybe she had been too young to notice it at the time. She frowns, she almost wanted to go over and warn Helen about what he was doing and what would happen, but she was annoyed at her, as much as she didn't want to admit she was annoyed at the woman for taking John's attention of off her... She wanted to be the only one that John looked at or even talked too... She knew this was wrong but Hannah didn't care.

Hannah smiles a little as John comes over to her, then quickly she hides it she was mad at him too.

"Your disgusting" hannah snaps at him, not even bothering to look in the bag, she didn't doubt it... If he had managed to convince his own cousin to take her underwear off he would have no problem doing it to anyone else.

She pouts a litytle staring at the crowd, noticing Helen's zipper is almost half way down her back.

"Oh and I don't want my panties back' she mutters thinking about them being with all those others, hannah walks away from him over to some girls of her age.. She wasn't really friends with them but it had to be better than talking to John.

"Oh my god your cousin is so hot" one of the girls melony exclaims.

Hannah just rolls her eyes "not really" that was a lie, after that they fall into a normal conversation.

John smiled when Hannah pouted and went away from him, only to talk with the landing-strip girl. Now not only their panties had joined, but they themselves had also. John wondered if they knew, or if at least one of them knew.

That moment the whole room roared in surprise, except for Helen, who squeaked a moment later. She was standing naked on the table, in front of the crowd, her tits still swinging from her last dance moves. Her dress was piled at her feet, so she was wearing but socks. Quickly she did hide her lucioush bush under her hands and tried to climb down the table, but was so out of her mind that she literary sprang into the arms of John's uncle, to the laughter of the crowd.

With the attention of everyone fixed on Helen, John quickly crossed the room toward Hannah.

"Quick now, Hannah, for once no one is looking for me. They'll need some time to sort this out. Follow me, the bedroom is upstairs!"

John put his hand on Hannah's arm to drag her along, but stopped for a moment.

"Excuse us," he adressed the landing strip girl and kissed her quickly, feeling her naked ass under her skirt while doing this. "Excuse us, but, well, she's Hannah and you are not."

And with this words John hurried toward the steps, dragging Hannah after him.

Hannah hears laughter around the room and without looking she knows what has happened, so she doesn’t look, she doesn’t want too or she would feel far too embarrassed and ashamed of herself for not telling the woman about her zip.

As John’s hand comes on her arm, she huffs loudly as he speaks how dare he just assume that she wanted to go with him, because right now she doesn’t and then he has the cheek to his and grope a girl in front of her, which as much as Hannah would never admit to him causes a stir of jealousy in the pit of her stomach, she didn’t want him touching anyone else but her.

Hannah’s heart skips a beat at his words, what did that even mean. Still she was angry with him for sending her so many mixed feelings. She fumes silently as he drags her up the stairs, half way up she really lays into him.

“what the fuck was all that about?” Hannah rarely cusses so the word felt strange coming from her mouth “after what you’ve done tonight, do you really thing I want to be anywhere near you? You may have all the other women falling at your feet, but not me.. I’m your cousin so its about time you treated me with respect.”

Hannah takes deep breaths as she tries to calm herself, jerking her arm out of his “give me one reason why I should go anywhere with you” she demands standing at the top of the stairs, her hands on her hips as she looks at him expectantly.

Hannah was standing on the top of the stair, pouting. If she'd stomp her foot she'd be the epitome of a spoiled kid. John grew angry at the sight. He took a step back toward her, dived under her outstretched arm and without much fuss threw the light girl over his shoulder into a 'fireman's carry', the move firemen used to rescue unconscious victims out of a fire. Well, Hannah wasn't unconscious, but at least she was so surprised that she was on his strong shoulders before she started to wriggle.

"Hannah, let it be," John ordered. "I won't let you go, and if you struggle more, your nice and very short black dress will ride even more up then it already does, exposing more of your cute little ass. Oh, and if you think about screaming, everyone will see you mooning the crowd. So shut up and point the way toward the bedroom, now. I'm tired of your spoildness. You need a good hard cock inside you to make you more at ease, and maybe I'll give that to you if you beg nicely."

Hannah squeals loudly as her cousin picks her up and throws her over his shoulder, something that Hannah hated so she quickly begins to wiggle trying to get out of his tight grip but he was so much stronger than hannah, she couldn't do anything about it and they both knew it.

She squeals as he mentions that her skirt is riding up so she hits his back just once as hard as she can which unfortunatly wasn't that hard. She moves her hand back, grasping the dress in her hands and holding it down to make sure no one would see, not that there was anyone around.

"Your such a fucking asshole" hannah hardly ever swore, but he had a way ofd winding her up and pushing all of her buttons.

Her eyes widen as she listens to how her cousin speaks to her, what the hell was wrong with him? "Shut up, its straight ahead" she was pretty sure john knew the way he had been in there hundreds of times.

"I hate you and as soon as you put me down I will kill you" hannah whines, of course though she doesn't hate him, but she would hurt him as soon as he put her down.

John grasped Hannah harder to make sure she wouldn't escape while he opened the door. Of course he had known where the bedroom was, but it was nice to know that Hannah pointed that way. Once inside, he closed the door and took a view. It had changed, but that was to be expected with Hannah having grown up quiet a bit - and into nice shape.

John smiled and tossed Hannah onto the bed, taking a peek as her short dress went up for a moment. Nice and definitly grown up, he decided, then he turned and locked the door. It would be nice if Miss Landing Strip did join them later, but for now its Hannah alone. The memory of her nether parts he just peeked did make him start to grow a pole in his tent. He always had something for his cousin.

"Hope you have already stripped naked!" he called, still with his back to her, while he turned the key another time to make sure.

Hannah yelps loudly as he throws her back on the bed, causing her to bounce upwards, she squeals as she straightens her dress down, making sure to cover herself up.

She used to have a thing for her cousin, but after realising how wrong that was she quickly pushed those feelings away. Hannah pouts as she looks at her cousins back, frowning in annoyance, a little annoyed by how he thought that she and any other girl would just do whatever he asked, well that wasn't the case and Hannah wouldn't let it happen that way besides she was still annoyed at him for leaving her in the way that he did.

"I'm not going to be naked" she mutters wishing that she still had her underwear on, at least it would be safer that way and she would still have her modesty.

Hannah stands up, stalking over to him. "Open the door" she demands with her hands on her hips.

John turned around and frowned.

"What is this, dear cousin?", he asked. "You are still dressed and did also stand up? And you did your pouting position once again? Those are bad habits, and you'll have to get rid of them real soon."

With this words John put the key to the door into his pocket and started to unbotton his shirt. He was tanned from his long days in the sun and well muscled also. Soon he was naked from the waist up and started to undo his shoes and socks.

"Come on, Hannah, don't just stare. At some point they may miss us. Before this happens, I want to have a taste of your pussy. We should hurry a bit."