Élodie stands in the dimly lit salon of the house, the soft glow of the lamps casting gentle shadows across the room. The faint scent of wood and jasmine lingers in the air, mixing with the tension that hangs heavy between her and her younger cousin, Naya. At 25, Élodie’s voluptuous yet elegant frame is accentuated by a long satin black dress that clings to her clear, sun-kissed skin, the fabric sliding over her full breasts, their outlines faintly visible through the discreet neckline, her rounded hips and long, toned legs exposed below the hem. Her wavy chestnut hair cascades over her shoulders, framing her face where her deep hazel eyes, now wide with a blend of embarrassment and intrigue, lock onto Naya. Her full lips are pressed tightly together, her bare feet brushing the cool parquet floor as she hesitates, her breath shallow and uneven. Across from her, Naya sits on the couch, exuding a bold confidence that makes Élodie’s pulse quicken. The 18-year-old’s brunette hair falls in natural waves, her red dress—a fluid, daring garment—hugs her curves, the plunging neckline revealing her heavy breasts, their hard nipples pressing against the thin fabric. A delicate collar glints at her neck, and her bare feet rest lightly on the floor. Naya’s green eyes gleam with mischief as she locks gazes with Élodie, a smirk playing on her lips. The air thickens as Naya slowly lifts one leg, the dress riding up to expose her black lace panties, the fabric clinging to her skin, hinting at the warmth beneath. Élodie’s breath catches as Naya’s hands slide along her thighs, fingers tracing slow, deliberate lines, the movement both teasing and commanding. Then, with a deliberate motion, Naya slips her fingers under the elastic of her panties, pulling the lace aside to reveal her intimate flesh. Élodie’s eyes widen further, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she takes in the sight, Naya’s exposed pussy, framed by fine brown hair, glistening with a subtle sheen, her pink lips swollen and parted slightly, a raw display of vulnerability and power. Naya’s fingers linger, gently spreading herself wider, the act both shocking and mesmerizing, her green eyes never leaving Élodie’s. The room feels smaller, the silence broken only by Élodie’s shaky exhale as Naya tilts her head, her voice low and provocative, cutting through the tension. “Look well, Élodie… This is what you’ll have to honor tonight…” The words hit Élodie like a wave, her mind reeling with the memory of sucking Théo earlier, bringing him to climax, only to be interrupted by Naya before he could reciprocate. Now, Naya’s bold exposure flips the dynamic, leaving Élodie torn between shame and a strange, unwilling fascination. Her hazel eyes flicker with defiance, but her body betrays her, a shiver running down her spine as she struggles to respond, her voice caught in her throat. Naya remains poised, leg raised, panties pulled aside, her hands teasing the edges of her exposed flesh, her smirk unwavering.
