Summer Vacation

Mike was 18, but relatively inexperienced in life. He was shy and socially awkward, and had seemed to pass through his high school years unnoticed by most of his classmates. When he graduated, he wasn't invited to any parties being thrown by his former classmates, nor did he even really hear from most of them. With a full summer ahead of him before he was to depart for college, he really had nothing to do and no one to do it with. So his mother decided that she would send him to stay with her sister, his Aunt Veronica, in hopes that he might have a bit of fun passing the time with her and her daughter, Mike's cousin Samantha.

It had been a couple of years since he had seen them, and when he arrived they both remarked that he had grown a lot in that time. For his part, he couldn't help but notice how stunningly beautiful they both were. Aunt Veronica, at 45 years old, was a tall and slender woman whose red hair cascaded down over her shoulders. Her breasts were enormous, and Mike felt a twinge in his groin as she embraced him in a close hug and they pressed up against his chest. Like most guys, he was very much attracted to breasts. Unfortunately for him, he had never had a girlfriend before so he'd never had a chance to touch any. The internet existed, of course, so if he ever felt like looking at some then it was not hard to do so. But he had never actually seen a pair, uncovered, in person.

His cousin Samantha, three years older than Mike and home for the summer before her last year of college, was a bit shorter than Aunt Veronica, but had an equally appealing figure. She was blonde, and though her boobs were not quite as large as her mother's, they were still large enough to be noticeable. Mike felt the same twinge when she hugged him, and he inwardly chastised himself. Was he so starved for female attention that just getting friendly hugs from his aunt and his cousin set him on edge?

Mike quickly settled in. He would be crashing in the basement, which was spacious and comfy with a pullout couch. He was also very much looking forward to spending some time out by the pool in the backyard, which wasn't too large but looked very inviting. Simply leaving the house and going into the backyard, one would find oneself on a patio that had several chairs--some normal, some the longer kind of pool chair that you could lay down on--set up around a table. There was even a TV set up.

The trio spent the next few days enjoying hanging out and lazing around the house and the pool. Any time Mike saw his aunt or cousin in their bikinis, with their boobs practically spilling out of them, he couldn't help but get hard. If he was in the pool itself he would wait until his erection went down before getting out, but it wasn't always quick to do that, especially since he couldn't bring himself not to look at them. If he was up on the patio, he just had to try to position himself so that they wouldn't see the effect they had on him. He really hoped neither of them had noticed.

On the third evening, they were having dinner together on the patio when Aunt Veronica began asking him about his dating life.

"So, Mike," she began, smiling sweetly at him. "I'm sure you've practically had to fight the girls off back home."

"Uh...well, not really," Mike said with a nervous laugh.

"What? You don't have a girlfriend?" she asked, surprised.

"No."

"I'm shocked. As cute as you've grown up to be, I would have thought they'd be flinging themselves at you."

Mike blushed a little, and just shook his head.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend before?" Samantha asked.

"Um...no," Mike said, a little embarrassed.

"Ever been on a date?"

"No..."

"Ever kissed a girl?" she asked, arching an eyebrow in interest.

Mike shook his head, blushing a bit more.

"So you're still a virgin?" Samantha pressed, smiling a little.

Mike's embarrassment grew exponentially at that last question. He was indeed a virgin, but didn't want to have to admit it out loud.

"Now, now, Samantha," Aunt Veronica said, coming to Mike's rescue. "We shouldn't be getting too far into Mike's love life." She turned back to him. "Tell us though, Mike, aren't there any girls from school you want to go out with?"

"Well...I mean, yeah, I guess there was this one girl..." Mike stammered.

"What is her name?"

"Evelyn."

"Evelyn. That's a pretty name. And why haven't you asked her out?"

"I guess I'm just shy," he said. He chose not to add that he had only even mustered the courage to talk to her once, and he wasn't even sure if she remembered him.

"Is this her?" Samantha asked, holding her phone up for Mike to see. Sure enough, with the power of social media, Samantha had found Evelyn by using her connection to Mike to look through his other connections and people who came up as recommendations to connect to.

"Uh, yeah, that's her," Mike said, blushing once again.

Aunt Veronica and Samantha looked through Evelyn's photos for a while. Mike supposed they were just curious. Every now and then, Samantha would glance up at him and look him over, as though she were analyzing him. If their eyes met, she would smirk. It was a sexy smirk, and Mike felt a familiar twinge run through him. He shifted in his chair, and tried to think about anything else.

The next day, Aunt Veronica received a request from her job to go on a work-related trip for a few days. It was unfortunate to see her go, but Mike wasn't too upset because it wasn't likely to impact his busy schedule of lounging around and doing nothing. At least, that's what he thought.

That evening after he and Samantha had eaten, she brought up the conversation from last night.

"Mike, you didn't answer my question last night," she said.

"Which question?" he asked, although he knew very well what she was talking about.

"I asked if you're still a virgin," she said, that seductive smirk back on her face.

"Oh...yeah," Mike said.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Are you a virgin or not?"

"Samantha, I really don't want to talk about this," he said, exasperated.

"Come on, you can tell your cousin," she teased, giving him a big hug. He felt her boobs press into him. "Besides, it sounds like you need help if you're ever going to ask that girl out. Don't you think I can help?"

"I mean...maybe? I don't know."

"Of course I can," she said matter-of-factly. She kept looking him up and down, like she had last night. Mike wasn't sure what it was, but there was something in that look that made him feel...exposed? It was hard to say.

"But Mike, if you want my help, then you're going to have to do what I say. Okay?"

"Like what, answer your intrusive questions?" he asked, trying to avoid revealing how uncomfortable he was in that moment.

"Not just that. You have to follow my instructions. Even if I tell you to do something that seems weird, you have to trust that I know best and go along with it."

"That's crazy. Why would I agree to that?"

"Because I'm going to help you get over being shy. So you have to promise. Okay?"

"I mean...yeah, fine, whatever," he replied. It seemed like the quickest way to just get to the end of this conversation.

"Excellent!" she said happily. "So, back to the question. Mike, are you a virgin?"

Feeling that he had allowed himself to be backed into a corner, Mike shrugged and nodded his head.

"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Samantha said with a smile. "Do you want to stay a virgin, or do you want to actually have sex at some point?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I do," Mike retorted. "But it's not so easy for someone like me. Most people don't even notice me."

"Well, we're just going to have to work on that. We have to get rid of your inhibitions, so that you'll feel more comfortable around girls and less self-conscious. With my help, you'll be having sex in no time!"

Mike couldn't help but picture her naked. He tried to chase the image out of his mind as soon as it got there, but couldn't quite do it.

"So the first thing we're going to do is spend a bit of time together doing something out by the pool," Samantha continued. "We need to work on you being at ease with me, so we're both going to change first."

"What, into our swimsuits?" Mike asked. He was a little worried that talking about sex with his cousin while she was wearing a bikini would make it incredibly difficult not to become aroused.

"No, not quite. In your case, I want you to wear these, and nothing else."

She held up a black thong.

Mike laughed in disbelief. "You want me to wear panties? No way," he said.

"Mike, you already agreed to do what I say," she reminded him, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, but--"

"No buts. We made a deal. Besides, they're mine. Don't tell me you're too good to put on your cousin's panties."

Mike could hardly believe what he was hearing. He had no idea, when he made that deal that this would be part of it. With a defeated sigh, he grabbed the panties. Samantha smiled at him.

"That's more like it. You go put those on. I'll get changed too, and then meet me out on the patio."

Mike went down to the basement, while Samantha went upstairs to her room. He held up the panties and looked them over, shaking his head. How, exactly, had he gotten himself into this situation? He really didn't want to put them on. But what was he going to do, go back on his word to Samantha? He thought it over for a few moments, during which time he heard Samantha come down from her room, open the patio door, step outside, and close the door again behind her.

He sighed again, and began stripping his clothes off. Who knew? Maybe Samantha really would be able to help. She certainly seemed confident in her ability to do so. And she was his cousin, after all. Why wouldn't he be able to trust her?

Now naked, Mike stepped into the panties and pulled them up. He grunted a bit as he felt them ride into his ass. How could anyone wear these kinds of things and actually be comfortable? He looked down at himself. And how could anyone wear them without feeling ridiculous? The front of the thong covered his penis and his balls--barely. Any movement down there, and they wouldn't even be doing that. He wasn't sure what Samantha had in mind, but he hoped it would be over and done with quickly.

Mike slowly walked up the stairs to the main floor and over to the patio door. Through it, he could see Samantha, dressed in a bath robe, putting a disc into the TV's DVD player.

With a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped out onto the patio. Samantha turned to look at Mike and giggled, placing her free hand in front of her mouth as though trying to stop herself. Mike felt himself blush, and moved his hands protectively in front of his groin.

"No, no, Mike," she chided. "Keep your hands at your sides. We're working on lowering your inhibitions, remember?" She now used her other hand as though to wave his hands away. Embarrassed, he let his hands drop. She smiled, and took a long, satisfied look at him in the panties. "That's better," she said. "God, that is sexy. You've got a nice body, Mike. You shouldn't be shy showing it off."

Mike just thought the whole thing was humiliating. But knowing that she thought it was sexy sent an all-too familiar twinge through him. Inwardly, he tried to will himself not to get hard.

Samantha told him to join her, having pulled up two long chairs in front of the TV. Mike laid down on his, struggling to keep the panties from shifting in a way that would expose him.

Samantha, still with a sultry smile on her face, looked him over once again. "Okay, Mike," she said. "Remember, you agreed to do whatever I say. Right?"

"Uh...yeah," he said. "But...Samantha...I'm only wearing a pair of your panties now. This is already crazy."

"Is it? I just think it's sexy." There was that word again. "God. I loved hearing you say that out loud just now. You're only wearing a pair of my panties, and nothing else." That was good for several twinges. Mike felt his penis shift just a bit, and desperately hoped Samantha had not noticed. "So Mike, I want you to do something now. Fold your arms around the back of the chair, behind you."

Mike was confused as to why she would want him to do this, but, it was like she said. He had agreed to do whatever she told him to. He shrugged and moved his arms behind the chair. Samantha moved behind the chair, and Mike felt something cool and metallic against his wrists. It was not until he heard the 'click' that he realized what was happening.

"Hey!" he exclaimed. "Samantha! Did you just handcuff my arms behind the chair?"

Samantha appeared in front of him again, giggling impishly. "I certainly did," she said.

"But...why?"

"Mike, let's be honest. If you have free use of your hands, you're going to want to use them to cover yourself up. And we need to get to a point where you're completely at ease with me. That's what this is all about. So the most sensible thing is to handcuff you, and that way I can see you in my panties."

"But...Samantha...this is--"

"Sexy," she said.

Mike slumped a bit, at least as much as his current positioning allowed.

"And now that I know you won't be going anywhere, it's time for me to lose this bathrobe," she said. She undid the waist cinch and let the robe drop, and Mike's eyes practically bulged out of his head.

Samantha was dressed in a black lingerie set: a bra and lacy panties, but also a garter belt that held up stockings going halfway up her thighs, and high-heeled leather boots that zipped up to just below her knees.

The effect was predictable, and almost instantaneous. Mike felt his penis grow to a full erection as he looked at his cousin. Instinctively, he tried to cover himself, but of course his hands were restrained behind him. Samantha laughed as his arms strained in vain.

Mike's erection was caught in the waistline of the panties, and had stretched them out and away from his body as it grew. His balls were now visible, though his penis was still hidden from view by the panties if you were standing right in front of him. Pretty much any other angle, though, and nothing was hidden. Mike could feel the cool, night air on his penis.

Samantha once again took her time looking him up and down, a very satisfied smile on her face.

"Mike, Mike, Mike," she said sweetly. "There's being at ease, and then there's just straight-up inappropriate behavior. Don't you know that it's inappropriate to get an erection when you look at your cousin?"

"I...but...I can't..." Mike spluttered, unable to look away from his cousin.

"I think we need to adjust your panties, Mike," she said with a giggle. She leaned down over him, lining her cleavage up directly with his eyes. Mike felt his penis strain against the panties even more. Samantha gripped the waist of the panties in between two fingers and pulled them outward a bit, exposing Mike's penis directly to her eyes. She brazenly stared at it for what felt like a long time, periodically glancing up to meet Mike's eyes before looking down again. Finally, she sharply pulled the panties up. Mike groaned out loud as they wedged even more tightly in his ass. Samantha laughed once more, then let go of them, and they snapped back into place over his penis. "That's better," she said lustily.

Mike couldn't believe what was happening. He didn't think he could possible get any more embarrassed, but this notion was quickly proven wrong when Samantha picked up her phone, held it in front of her, and quickly took several pictures of the horrified Mike.

Snap snap snap.

"Samantha, what are you doing?" he asked, straining against the handcuffs once again.

"Taking pictures of you," she replied simply, as though there were nothing out of the ordinary going on. "You agreed to do what I want. Well, I want to have pictures of you in my panties. And like I said, you need to trust me. You really won't have any choice now, will you?"

"But...but...Samantha...I'm...I'm...hard."

"Yes, you are," she said, snapping a few more pictures. "It's not my fault that you don't know how to act appropriately around your cousin, Mike."

Mike wanted to protest that he didn't think the current situation was his fault at all, but couldn't find the words to do so. Instead, he asked, "You're...you're not going to show anyone those pictures, are you?"

"Well at the very least I have to show all of my girlfriends from college," she replied.

"But Samantha!"

"Don't be so shy, Mike," she chastised. "They all love seeing naked guys. Or nearly naked. What kind of a friend would I be if I didn't show them these pictures?"

"I...but...but..." Mike couldn't finish the thought. He didn't know what to say. Even if he did, he wasn't in a position to do anything about it. He could only keep letting Samantha do what she wanted with him.

Samantha returned to lying back in her chair next to Mike. Mike couldn't help but stare at her long legs in those boots and those stockings.

"Now, we're going to watch a movie together," Samantha said, picking the remote up. "It's one of my favorite movies, and I think you'll like it, too. It's really going to help ease us into being open about sex with each other." She glanced down at his erection and giggled. "But let's try to keep things appropriate." She pressed a button, and the DVD menu appeared on screen. The background image on the menu screen looked like a pretty standard college campus. The title, up at the top of the screen, read "CFNM College."

"CFNM College?" Mike asked. "I've never heard of this. What does CFNM stand for?"

"Oh, Mike," Samantha said with another giggle. "I think you'll figure that out pretty quickly."

The movie began, and Mike did, indeed, figure out what it probably meant before long. The opening sequence featured a practice session of what Mike guessed was the college's swim team. The entire team was female, with one exception. Just one guy. Mike thought that was a bit strange. The team lined up alongside the pool. All of the female team members were in one-piece swimsuits, and the guy had a speedo on. The coach, a woman, came over. The coach went through a few bits of info about the team, then suddenly turned to the male student and asked why he was wearing a speedo. The guy looked a bit confused at the question, asking if he was supposed to be wearing something else. The coach sternly informed him that school rules required all male swimmers to be completely naked during practices or events. The guy blushed. All of his female teammates snickered.

"I'm afraid that I'm going to have to insist that you get naked right this instant," the coach demanded. His hands shaking a bit, the guy slowly lowered his speedo. Bent over at the waist, he stepped out of it and quickly held it in front of his groin as he stood back up. The girls on the team were all watching this with delight, nudging each other, whispering to each other, trying to hold in laughter.

"Hand me that silly little speedo right away, and keep your hands at your sides," the coach said, holding her hand out. Clearly very embarrassed, the guy handed it over and let his hands hang at his side. His teammates weren't trying to hold in their laughter anymore, with several of them openly pointing at his penis and giggling at him. The coach herself made sure to stare for a moment, a smug look on her face.

As this was all happening on screen, Samantha was talking about how hot she thought it was and how she wished her college were like this. For his part, Mike couldn't understand why there would be a rule requiring male students to be naked.

"Why wouldn't there be?" Samantha responded when he asked. "That's how it should be all the time anyways. Women should wear clothes, sure, but guys should just be naked all the time. Or maybe just in panties," she said with a smile and a glance over at Mike. "Don't act like you aren't enjoying it anyways, Mike. I can very clearly see that you're still hard. I think you would like it if things were that way."