Marisa leans over you, smiling. “This is starting to become a pattern.”
“Uh, err,” you stammer.
“That’s alright. You’d just better get used to it.”
You swallow nervously. You have to admit you find your older cousin hot, and the idea of having her strong body pressed tight against you to be most arousing, but it would be nice to be awake for that.
“But now you need to get yourself cleaned up,” she continues. “It’s almost time for dinner.” You nod, starting to get up, but before you finish Marisa grabs you by the shirt collar and yanks you upright, giggling as you yelp in surprise.
There’s a bathroom downstairs in the basement and you clean yourself up, changing into some new clothes to replace your stained underwear. Just as you come out, you hear Aunt Laura call that dinner is ready.
“Perfect timing,” Marisa says, striding over. She’s in a crop top and yoga pants but changed from the ones she was wearing before she worked over your face. “Ready?”
“Uh, yes?” you respond, a bit confused.
Marisa’s right knee plows into your stomach. You double forward in shock and pain and Marisa bends down, sticking her right arm in between your legs. Smoothly and effortlessly, she hoists you above and onto her shoulders. You’re now draped over Marisa, your stomach on her upper back, your chin hanging just over her left shoulder, while she has an arm wrapped around one of your legs and another around one of your arms.
Like so she starts carrying you out of the basement. “Patty, you’re so skinny and light. This isn’t even a workout for me.”
“Wait!” You don’t want to be seen like this. You start squirming.
“Careful, I don’t want to drop you.” You keep struggling. She stops walking and turns her head to look squarely at you. “Patty, if I drop you, here off the mats, that’s going to hurt quite a bit. And then I’ll hurt you quite a bit more. So I suggest you stop moving.” You nod and cease struggling. You have to admit you’re intimidated by your cousin now, after the way she’s easily controlled and used you. “And one more thing. Mom might offer to let you move somewhere else in the house. You could take her up on it, but I think it’d be best if you decide to stick with me. Otherwise I might get upset, and who knows what I’ll do to you if that happens. Do you understand?” You nod again. “Good boy.”
You remain still as Marisa carries you to the dining room like a sack, your face reddening as you hear your cousin Alice laugh and Anna giggle at your predicament. “What happened?” Laura asks.
“Oh, Patty’s travels have made him really tired. He’s been mostly sleeping since he got here, so I thought I’d help him save energy.” She plunks your butt down on one of the chairs, sitting next to you.
“Well, it’s good that you’re helping him out. He is our guest so we should all make sure to take good care of him.” You swallow nervously.
After that dinner conversation is that of idle chitchat. Your stomach was throbbing after Marisa’s knee strike but it soon settles and you’re able to eat. Aunt Laura does know how to cook well; it would be nice though if she didn’t occasionally eye you as if you were a tasty dish yourself.
As the table is being cleared, Laura looks over at you. “I know you said you would stay in Marisa’s room. But don’t think you’re committed to that. If you’d like you can change. You can still stay with me instead; I just got a new mattress. You wouldn’t believe how soft it is. So what do you say?” You can feel Marisa looking at you.
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