Making Trouble

He was sitting on the floor cross legged completely absorbed with something on TV, not paying attention to anything else. I was feeling antsy, bored, restless and I couldn’t find anything to keep me entertained and my cousin’s focus on the TV irked me for some reason. He was wearing a Steelers ball cap, partially out of habit and partially to keep his unkempt black hair out of his eyes. He wore a pair of faded jeans so old the knees were white where the material had worn thin and a ratty dark blue Calvin and Hobbs T-shirt. For some reason the nonchalant dress code and slouched posture made me twitchy with a need to bug him.

I used to watch my kitten when she was on a play hunt, she would get her back up and sidle around her prey until she pounced. That’s how I felt, I was gathering energy to pounce, I wanted to play and I was on the hunt and since my cousin was the only prey in range, he was my victim. I got off the sofa then stepped around to face him, directly between him and the TV. Nate shot a quick glance up at me then leaned a little to his left to look around me. I moved slightly to block his view, he shifted back to the right again. I was full of mischief and my smile betrayed my mood when I shifted again to put myself once more between my cousin and the TV.

He looked up at me, “What the hell Kelly? Get away!”

I leaned forward, put my hands on my knees and challenged him. “No, I like standing right here.”

Nate looked at me for several long moments, measuring my mood then bounced up and grabbed me, spun me around and pushed me toward the sofa. I stumbled across the short space and fell forward, my face planted in the center cushion. “I’m watching something, stay there!” I smiled because that was exactly the reaction I was hoping for, I was feeling feisty and needed action. I flexed my little kitten claws.

He was sitting again so I came up behind him and snatched the cap off and flopped it lightly across the back of his head. “You can’t push me around like that, I’m a girl and deserve respect.”

My cousin bent his head around to look up at me “What the hell is up with you? Go play with yourself or something.”

I put his ball cap on my own head, the bill backwards then pushed on his shoulder until he fell over to his side. I stood across his legs then told him “I don’t play with myself, even when the lights are out.”

Nate exploded into action. My weight was not a problem for him when he flipped me to my back on the floor then sat up beside me. His fingers went to my sides and he started tickling. I tried to fight him off, to pull his hands away but he is bigger and stronger so I could only gasp for breath while trying to wriggle away, laughing and begging him to stop. We wrestled around for a minute or so until he figured I had had enough then let me go. I was on my back panting for air and inwardly happy that I had finally gotten some attention. He stood beside me and offered me a hand which I took and pulled up with. As I rose from the floor with Nate helping me up my eyes traveled from his knees to his face. On the way past his groin I saw how the bulge in his jeans was faded just as the worn spots at the knees. It took only a microsecond to realize his prick was big enough to stress that part of his pants and cause them to wear like that. My cousins prick captivated my attention for a moment.

We went to the kitchen to get a Monster drink from the refrigerator, the television was forgotten momentarily. I sat at the table but Nate leaned back on the counter while we talked. “Can I have my hat back?”

I was still playful,“Donno, it’s nice, maybe I want to keep it.”

He eyed me, not saying anything for a few moments, I sensed he was going to leap at me. “If you don’t give me my hat, I’ll take it off you and I won’t do it easy.”

He’d caught my mood! I smiled and dared, “You can’t take anything off me, I’ll fight you like a pissed off cat.”

Nate lashed out but I was expecting the move so I vaulted from the chair across the room, out of his reach. He advanced toward me grinning almost evilly while I backed out of his way. He moved around the table but I scooted back to the front room and put the sofa between him and me. He stalked me cautiously, feinting left then right so I wouldn’t know which end of the furniture he would head for. I had my hands on the back of the sofa watching him, gathering energy, expecting to dash from him again. Suddenly Nate leaped from where he was standing directly over the back of the couch and grabbed my arm as he tumbled to the floor. We fell together in a heap of thrashing arms and legs, him trying to hold me, me trying to escape.