Offline/Start teasing and flirting more openly

It's probably safer to flirt. She wants to be so coy, but not really, not deep down. She wants to jump you, you're sure of it, she just needs to convince herself first. Maybe you can crack open that shell of hers if you keep at it.

"This sleeping bag is so comfy," you sigh, trying to sound inviting.

"That's cause you have room now," Nicole retorts, sticking out her tongue. Well that didn't work. More direct then.

"Hey. Can you turn for me?"

She looks down at you curiously then spins a little, giving you a new angle to look at.

You nod your head approvingly. "Thanks."

It takes her a second to realize that's all you were asking for. She brings her hands up under her chin and sways a little, then keeps turning in a full circle looking bashful. She's at least flattered that you want to check her out and, unsure of how long you supposed to look, she just keeps turning slowly like a slutty rotisserie. After a couple of spins and a bit of banter she finally takes a step toward the door.

You sit up and raise an eyebrow. "Wait! Don't move."

Nicole freezes at your command. She looks around, suddenly nervous. "What's wrong?" she asks over her shoulder.

You don't reply. You'd rather make her sweat. Meanwhile you look Nicole up and down with intense focus. It's so not fair that you've almost been here a week already. You wish you could stare at her like this forever. You wish you had a camera. Or better yet, copies of those scandalous nudes she sent.

"Jay? What is it? Is there a bug? What?!"

"No. I just don't want you to get dressed," you reply honestly.

Nicole's mouth drops open but then she smiles before she keeps moving. "You're a jerk."

"Oh! You shouldn't go out alone," you comment, quickly rising from your bag. You still have a semi in your boxers. "There could be bears."

She's already opened the door but you take very few steps to reach her. She grins and pushes you back.

"You're going to protect me from bears?"

You shrug. "I'll at least warn you if I see one."

She tries to push you again but you grab her arm and pull her closer. Nicole is surprised but sinks into you given the opportunity.

"And then I'll hold you, like this," you add, your arms creeping around her body. You lightly embrace each other in the doorway of the cabin with the morning breeze cooling your skin, both of you still in your underwear. She snuggles close for a moment then pulls away, but not before running her hands down your torso.

"Okay, c'mon." Hand in hand, you're led outside by Nicole, stepping lightly in bare feet. "But it feels like someone might be trying to maul me."

"Don't worry, if anything happens, I'll make sure they only tear your clothes off."

She chuckles and shoulder checks you playfully. Dropping you off along the path she swerves out into the bushes to search for something to wear. What she discovers is a science class turned reality demonstration of 'dew point'. Her clothes are mostly all still damp thanks to the drop in temperature overnight. She's obviously frustrated, but you still encourage her to try some things on as it can't all be wet, right? But it's ultimately just an excuse to watch her change into and out of clothing. It's really fun watching a girl get dressed and pull on different items and twice as fun to watch it all come off. She doesn't have much luck with her hunt though, most of her articles having sucked up plenty of moisture.

"What about that thong?" you suggest helpfully, pointing. "You haven't tried that yet."

"Okay, but I'm already wearing underwear. How does that help?"

You shrug, trying to come up with an answer. "I... get to see you in a thong?"

Nicole furrows her brow trying to look mad, but she can't stop herself from smiling. She walks over to where you pointed and snatches the little black item off a tree branch. "It's not a thong... it's a g-string."

Part of you wants to ask how she even got a g-string if her mom is so much of a prude that Nicole can’t even date, but you're way more interested in seeing her wear it. Your cousin puts a bush between you and her then turns away and steps out of the panties she spent half the morning so far masturbating in.

You make a quick step to one side to bring Nicole back into your full field of view. Bent forward, her ass aimed at you, you watch as she steps into the stringy undergarment and slides it up her legs. She does a funny little dip with her knees once it's at the top to help pull the fabric tight to her crotch and the string up between her cheeks. You casually take a step back just before she turns around.

"Happy now?" she says stepping out into the open. She plants her hands on her waist and juts out a slender hip trying to display annoyance. It's such a strange juxtaposition seeing the small black triangular patch and flimsy waistband of a g-string paired up with what's basically a paltry training bra; a band of cotton wraps around her chest to cover her pointy little tits while skimpy elastic barely catches her hips and basically covers nothing.

"I think so. Can you turn around?"

Still smiling, she rolls her eyes then slowly rotates away from you. What a fantastic sight it is to see her ass rotate into view. Her butt is shapely enough in its own right but it's still small, and the string dipping between her cheeks looks so out of place on her. Maybe it's not the right size, a hand-me-down or gift that doesn't sit right. In any case, it's obvious that she has no business trying to pull off this look yet. She's probably still a year or two away from this thing looking semi normal. But it's still sexy as fuck, Nicole willingly baring her tight ass to you in a g-string.

She looks over her shoulder after bravely letting you leer at her backside for several uninterrupted seconds. "So?"

"Huh? Yeah, you should totally wear that. Your butt looks amazing."

"You're just saying that," she says, turning toward you to hide her bum.

"No, I mean it. You shouldn't wear anything else."

"Jaaay! You're not helping!" she says with a giggle. "I can't wear a g-string and a bralette!"

"Oh. So... just the g-string then?"

Nicole charges you, bounding out from the brush, the plain panties balled up in her hand. You're so enamored by the sight of her trim core tightening and her long hair bouncing that you almost don't think to defend yourself from the girl-shaped projectile hurtling toward you.

Stand your ground against Nicole

Run away, make her chase you