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Raspberry soft drink frothed and fizzed as it was poured into Bri's glass, the sweet and caffeine-charged liquid filling it right up to just before the point of spilling. She was well-practiced at this point, almost addicted to the stuff, although this time the fizzy fluid in her glass wasn't her motivation for coming out here. She just needed a little break from Emmy. Sharing a room with the girl was stifling, and not just because it meant packing twice as many young bodies into a smallish room in the middle of a hot summer.
Get it together! She's just a kid, she doesn't know what she's doing...
Bri bent herself forwards, sipping right from the glass on the counter to avoid it spilling. The mouthful of cold, tasty liquid failed to cool her red cheeks and ears, and she moved over to the basin and bent to splash her face with cold water. Even that could only help so much.
But if I tell her, then I look like a creep!
With a loud sigh, the teen moved back over to grab her cup, taking another mouthful before she began the slow walk back to her room. Hopefully, Emmy would have changed position by the time she got back. Or, if she didn't look, then she couldn't know either way. Yes that was the play, Bri decided for herself, pausing for another sip of drink in the hallway before braving the return to her room.
She lasted all of a second after walking through the door, before she glanced over at her bed. Emmy was still in it, just like two minutes before. Still on her tummy, still absorbed in her tablet with her chin on her hands, still bending her legs at the knee to point up at the rapidly-spinning ceiling fan with her feet. Her cute, tiny little feet.
Shit.
The young girl hadn't budged an inch, not in any way that mattered. A triangle of the Pokemon-themed pattern of Bri's blanket still showed through the gap between skinny, parted thighs, pointing right up the short skirt that had ridden up them. Three tiers, pink purple pink, each separated by a trimming of lace and together not long enough to preserve their wearer's modesty. A glimpse of... they were yellow, patterned with something, but it wasn't super easy to see. Bri wasn't supposed to see, yet her fifth peek had just as much impact as her first had. She clung tighter to the glass in her hand, suddenly worried it might slip out of her grip. When she made it over to her computer chair, she all but collapsed into it.
Bri's heart thumped in her chest. How was she supposed to concentrate on her studies with that behind her? Emmy so absorbed in her own screen, not knowing...
When the older girl's willpower gave out five minutes later, and she stole her sixth briefest peek, that was when Emmy rolled over, her skirt just as precariously positioned on her legs, and her big, blue-green eyes now looking over her tablet, and right at Bri's extremely red face.
No oh shit oh shit oh shit!
"Aw, you got a drink? Where's mine?"
"I think you're old enough to get one yourself," Bri fired back, extra hostility in her tone to try to deflect away from the guilt in her chest.
"And you're old enough to know it's nice to do things for your guests!"
Just like that, Emmy was on her feet, and her skirt thankfully back in place. She strode over to where Bri was sitting, prompting the older cousin to subconsciously hold onto her breath. She watched Emmy's small hand reach for the glass, and lift it to her lips. "We'll just share this one, then" beamed the youngster, smiling the sweet, familiar smile that showed off her misaligned teeth, and tended to get her out of trouble.
Bri was left seething, even as she felt the younger girl's inescapable charm go to work on her.
Then the kid's lips touched the rim of the glass, right where Bri was sure hers had just been. Emmy drank cutely, unashamedly, erotically. Gulp after gulp down her small throat that she let go seen in complete detail, complete with little swallowing sounds and then a satisfied, "Aaaaah!" of breath when she'd filled her tummy. Bri's anger immediately changed back to guilt.
Stop thinking about it. Don't be a creep!
She couldn't stop, though. The girl was wearing a top was suited to the summer weather, a glorified singlet printed with the teddy bear logo of a fancy brand at the chest, and little pink bows marking the beginnings of its skinny shoulder straps. Her skinny arm closest to Bri was the one holding up the glass, elbow pointed horizontally outwards. With Bri sat slouched in her computer chair, she was at around the perfect height to see right beneath where Emmy's bare arm met her mostly-bare shoulder, over which her strawberry blonde half-curls appealingly tumbled.
Oh no. Oh yes.
Emmy's armpit was practically right in her face, and Bri was staring at it, just as unabashedly as Emmy had drank her drink. Well, not quite. She was certainly ashamed to be perving on her cousin in such a fashion, she just kept doing it anyway. Besides, even if Emmy was plenty precocious for her age, she wasn't old enough to know about weird fetishes like-
"Are you looking at my armpit?"
"No!" The word came out almost like a shriek, so quickly and forcefully that a precocious girl like Emmy probably was old enough to understand the guilt in it.
"What, does it smell or something?" The child lifted her glass-holding arm higher, pushing her little nose down towards the fragrant furrow and audibly inhaling her own scent. Her face expressed surprise, her nose wrinkling slightly, but the next moment her features were wearing a grin again. "Well, it doesn't smell bad, does it?" she asked as she stepped closer, and leant towards Bri to present herself for the sniffing.
The older girl felt like she might faint. Blood pulsed in her temples, while her stomach did somersaults. Armpits were a thing for her, a big one. The very computer she was sitting at sported a secret folder full of anime girls lifting up their arms, often sweaty, puffs of air sometimes drawn in to really highlight the scent they must carry.
Now the cousin she couldn't help but perv on was offering up hers, and much to her own helpless disgust, Bri found it impossible to do anything other than lean in towards the girl. She took a greedy inhale through her nose even before it could get into position, hints of the foreign but not unpleasant scent of a little girl's sweat beckoning her forwards. Slowly, timid and guilty... and summarily cut off when Emmy lowered her arm before Bri could get her nose anywhere close to where she wanted.
"You were actually going to sniff it! Groooss!" giggled the light-haired girl, transferring the glass of Bri's drink from one hand to the other in rather deliberate fashion. "Obviously I was joking! You're so weird, Bri!"
Well, perhaps it was for the best. Any further up under there and she would have probably popped a full-on boner, right in front of her cousin. Fuck, she could feel her dick twitch as it threatened to do so just from having looked at Emmy's pits, from such a perfectly revealing angle. At least her worries about keeping the thing under control (an often impossible-seeming task at her age, right amidst the throes of puberty) saved her from getting too mad about her cousin's insulting jabs.
"You know what? I will get my own drink," Bri mumbled, standing and immediately facing away. She'd escaped to the kitchen to cool off like, only two or three minutes ago, and now here she was doing it again. Every step away from the bedroom, her bedroom, made her feel more embarrassed, weaker, stupider. Just what had happened to her cousin?! They'd spent a ton of time together as younger kids, inseparable, little Emmy sticking to Bri like glue and thinking every single thing she did was just the coolest. Even if it was only a video game.
How four years apart could change things...
Was it too much time spent on her tablet, with unrestricted access to the internet, that had changed her tune? Being spoiled too much by her parents? Or had Emmy just needed some time to grow up and realise that her older cousin wasn't anywhere near as cool as she'd used to believe?
Ugh, why was Bri even thinking of any of this? She was supposed to be back at her computer, working at her online course of supplemental schooling while waiting for the parents to bring back lunch. It shouldn't matter what her kid cousin thought of her.
How four years apart could change things...
It wasn't just Emmy's thoughts towards her that were different now. Back then, Bri's body hadn't awakened yet to the desires that now raged within, and Emmy's hadn't yet started to take on its girlish, but still undeveloped form. For the teenager, the combination was like potassium and water, producing a lot of heat and fizzing away furiously (with hydrogen gas! But extreme reactions were the fun sort of chemistry, not the kind she had been trying to write a report about on her computer). Time was only making things worse, too. Today there'd been many more peeks over at her cousin than yesterday, even before any panties were visible. Much more guilt, too, as swirling thoughts concentrated into a tangible, undeniable desire for a girl too young to be thinking of in that way.
Emmy's armpit...
How was she ever going to concentrate on chemistry after that? How was she going to survive five days rooming with this girl without at some point exploding her guts and hormones all over the walls?
This time, she downed her glass of drink in the kitchen, and decided to upgrade from splashing her face at the sink to a full-on cold shower that she stayed in much too long. It sort of worked as a reset, and when she finally returned to her bedroom, Emmy was back in Bri's bed, watching some obnoxiously loud-voiced youtuber overreact to the trending kids toy they were unboxing. Thankfully, nothing was showing that shouldn't be, although those slim arms and slender shoulders felt to Bri like that skimpy teddy-bear singlet wasn't covering them enough. She couldn't help but notice them again before collapsing back into her computer chair with a heavy sigh, and a renewed resolve to progress with her report on a famous chemist from history.
What was so good about that high school, that she had to do extra study to try to earn herself a scholarship? Study that came with assignments on the holidays...
The tinny synths of one of her favourite game soundtracks, turned right up to try to drown out all the sound coming from Emmy's tablet, helped a little with forgetting the small girl behind her. Occasional random internet distractions notwithstanding, Bri was in the zone, so focused that the touch of a small hand about twenty minutes later made her jump. Almost right out of her skin when she realised whose it was, and that it had called for her attention not by tapping her on the shoulder, but with a brush of fingers high at her chest, against skin left bare by her top's neckline.
"Food's here!" Emmy beamed at her when she spun in her chair, grinning her irresistible, snaggletoothed grin.
"We're all eating at the table. No devices!" called an adult voice, and Emmy's grin vanished as she moved to put down the tablet in her other hand back on Bri's bed.
Lunch was a greasy burger, salty french fries, and a thick milkshake. Bri had been looking forward to something like this from the very moment she'd heard "bring back something for lunch".
Yet all she could think about was the brief touch of those fingers, still being felt several minutes later. Was that something to read into? A piece of evidence that the flashes of pit and panties had all actually been deliberate?! Surely not...
Emmy was sat opposite her, but faced more towards her mum, prattling on about the latest blind boxes she wanted bought for her.
"You right, Bri? They give you a spicy by mistake or somethin'?" Her mother had noticed her red face and obvious discomfort.
Mouth full, she waved away the question with her hand, trying to make her face say "I'm fine", even though she wasn't.
You invited the spicy to stay in my room for five days!