Rob’s mouth was hanging open, he obviously didn’t believe he could do that. “How can-”
“Before you ask that question,” I interrupted again, “let me ask you this one: Do you want to fuck Nancy?”
“W-what?” He stuttered again.
“W-what?” I imitated in my deepest and stupidest voice, “You heard me, do you want to fuck your mother?”
Rob was taken aback, even though I said it twice, but after a moment thought he said, “I-I don’t know.”
I smirked, “That’s not a ‘no’ Rob, so it might as well be a yes. It’s such an obvious answer that even hesitating as long as you did is an obvious ‘yes.'”
Rob got a little angry at that, “So what? It’s not like I can do anything about it?” He scowled, looking away from me.
“No, you won’t do anything about it. There’s no such thing as ‘can’t'” I grabbed his chin and made him look in my eyes, “And you can start by being more confident.” I told him bluntly, “And it starts with that banana hammock.” I picked it up from his bed where he placed it and put it back in his hands.
He stared at it dumbly and said, “You make it sound so easy, but I’m really not the guy who can pull something like this swimsuit off.” Rob put it on his lap as if trying it on, his hard on very obvious beneath it, “I mean, I’ve never had confidence, like, ever. How can I suddenly just be like, ‘oh look at me, I have a medical condition that gives me a big penis,’ I don’t know, Jenna. I really don’t.”
I wondered if I was pushing my cousin too much, but decided that really I hadn’t pushed him nearly hard enough, “why?”
“Why what?” I could tell he was getting annoyed with me.
I didn’t care. In fact I was even more amused by his attitude, “why do you think you can’t be confident? Actually,” I said before he could answer, “what do you think confidence is exactly?”
Rob thought for a moment, “It’s when you go out and you’re automatically awesome at something…um, I…” He gulped and stopped talking. This was probably because I had undid the straps of my swimsuit and was slowly removing it.
“That’s not what it is Rob, not at all,” I lowered it enough that my perky tits came into view, “Confidence happens by doing the same thing over and over again,” I leaned forward, a bit too much (on purpose) so that my breasts briefly brushed against my cousin’s face, and so I could push my suit down and step out of it, “And once you’ve done it enough times, you can do it confidently.” I stood up and threw my suit on Rob’s face like I was a stripper. He quickly took it off so he could stare at my body. I stayed fit, and I shaved my pussy, mostly to keep everyone guessing what my actual hair color was since having a big blonde bush was a dead giveaway.
I put my hands on my hips and did a sexy pose, swaying from one side to the other. I then spun around and bent over, showing Rob my pussy and asshole simultaneously. I turned back around. “It’s like your comic books, before you read one you didn’t know a fucking thing about what a Batman was, now you can’t shut up about him. You can ‘batman’ with confidence.”
“I don’t think-” He started to say.
But I interrupted him again, “I mean, look at me? I can stand here totally naked in front of you.” I grabbed both my tits, giving them a quick squeeze before dropping them and letting them giggle on their own for a bit. I think Rob started drooling. “But you won’t do anything. A sexy girl is practically throwing herself at you but you won’t do a thing but sit there with a hard cock in your pants and rape me with your eyes.”
Rob gulped, “That’s not-”
I just kept interrupting him and would probably continue to do so until he stopped leading with self-defeating statements, “That’s the thing Rob, I don’t care what you think. Truthfully, I really don’t care what others think of me.”
Rob found his confidence, though only to point out the obvious, “Oh really? Then why have I never seen this side of you before?”
I cringed, I had been letting all that faith in myself go to my head, “Fine. You’re right. I guess I’ve been as worried about my family finding out about, well, the ‘real me’ as you are about, well, fucking your mom. But what if we make a deal?” I added as I had an idea of getting what I want and stop having to convince Rob that he wasn’t a piece of shit, so win-win for me.
“I don’t know…” Rob said, but staring back and forth between my tits and pussy while he did so.
“Well, just hear it first,” I said, “if you A) put on that banana hammock, B) come out to the pool party, and C) act confidently all day, and absolutely nothing good comes from it…” I paused for dramatic effect, “I’ll fuck your brains out.”
“W-what?” Seemed to be Rob’s catchphrase right then.
“You heard me.” I said, “I’ll fuck you nine ways til Friday and then on Friday I’ll fuck you nine times more. But you have to do all three of those things.”
“And what about your secret life?”
“Well, if you do those things, whether or not you have fun. I’ll reveal who I really am at the family game night on Tuesday. But you have to do all 3 of those things until the end of the day.”