Kevin’s Family  Chapter 3: Cousin Vicky
By Sportster
Kevin and Vicky argue over the remote control

Kevin was sitting downstairs, watching TV with Aunt Lori and her younger 
daughters. Just then Monica came down the stairs, wearing nice “going-out” 
clothes. She walked up behind her 17-year-old cousin and gently put her hands 
on his shoulders. 

"Kevin, I know it’s your night for the car, but could I please have the keys?” 
she asked in a pleading voice – overly pleading, as if she were hamming it up. 
Kevin looked up at her and gulped. Monica had a knowing look in her eyes, as 
both she and Kevin knew that the 16-year-old girl could have the keys whenever 
she wanted. Kevin had tried to argue that point with her yesterday, and had been 
beaten, stripped, and spanked in the privacy of his own bedroom, all at the 
hands of his younger, smaller, beautiful cousin.

As if to remind him, the hands that Monica had “gently” placed on his shoulders 
were anything but; her lower arms showed no visible effort, but she was 
squeezing the muscles in his shoulder with painful force. Quickly, before the 
others could notice, Kevin pulled out the keys and handed them to Monica. She 
let go of his shoulders, and gave him a little pat on the cheek. “Thanks, Kevin, 
you’re such a kind older cousin…if you ever want a favor, just ask,” she said, 
as she walked out the door.

Kevin heard a snickering after these last words, and looked over to see both 13 
year old Vicky and 10 year old Shelly giggling – it must be some private joke, 
he decided, because surely they couldn’t tell what had happened. 

Lori was smiling too. She didn’t know exactly what had happened, but she had 
enough of an idea to guess what had occurred between her daughter and the 
boy whom she called her nephew, but who was really her second cousin. The 
43-year-old gym owner had already taught Kevin who the real boss of the house 
was, and for a few weeks now he had been so intimidated by her that he nearly 
broke out in a sweat when the two were alone. And with justification – he had 
been helpless when she had lifted, tickled, pinched, stroked, or done anything 
she wanted to the younger boy. Obviously he and Monica had reached a similar 
accommodation. Now, while he was disoriented, it was time for part three of her 
plan. 

“Kevin, since you’re being so accommodating I’d like you to do another favor for 
me.” Without waiting for his consent, she went on. “Tomorrow I have to lead a 
day-long training session with my group of personal training clients – we’re 
going to lift, then go for a long bike ride and do some rock-climbing. Monica’s 
going to take my car and drive Shelly to her diving meet. Now, you know how to 
play tennis, right?” Kevin nodded.

“Good. I want you to drive Vicky to the tennis courts and play a practice match 
with her. When you’re done, don’t worry about going to the gym; I’ll pay you the 
same, but I want you to stick around the house for the afternoon and keep an eye 
on her…she’s only 13, you know.”

Vicky chimed in, “Aw, mom, I don’t need anyone to watch over me! I’m a 
teenager now, you know!” 

“That’s enough, Vicky,” Lori replied sharply. “Kevin will be here with you all 
afternoon…just the two of you, understand?”

“Yeah, mom,” she replied. Kevin just slumped further into his chair as the four 
of them continued to watch the movie.

* * * * * *

It was 8:00 the next morning when Vicky and Kevin arrived at the tennis courts. 
Vicky was dressed like the star tennis player she was: a white tennis shirt, a 
short mini-skirt that barely went a third of the way down her thighs, and white 
short socks over her shoes. She had a bandana tied around her head to keep 
her locks of dark brown hair out of her eyes. Although not overly muscular, her 
shoulders were broad for her height, and she showed power in her legs and 
arms.

“Have you played tennis long?” Kevin asked as they walked to the courts. 

“Yeah, since I was 7, but I don’t play as much anymore,” she responded. “I like 
to practice about three times a week, because it’s a break from swim practice. I 
love sweating outside instead of just being in the pool all the time, and I play 
in tournaments on weekends when I don’t have swim meets.”

When they got to the court area, all of them were taken. A couple was finishing 
up on one of them, but a boy about Kevin’s age was waiting to take the court. 

“I guess we’re going to have to wait a while,” Kevin responded, his spirits 
lifting. Although he didn’t believe that a little girl like Vicky could be as 
tough (or as bullying) as her mother and older sister, he knew that he was only 
a mediocre tennis player, and was sure that any skilled boy or girl could beat 
him. 

“I don’t think so,” Vicky responded. “I know that boy, and I’m sure he’ll let us 
play ahead of him.” She walked up to the boy. “Hey Brian, mind if we cut in 
ahead of you?” she asked, smiling up at the older boy.

“Forget it, I’m waiting for my friend and then – “ the boy turned, and saw who 
was making the request. “Um, I mean, sure Vicky, whatever you want,” he quickly 
exclaimed.

“Gee, thanks,” Vicky said, giving him a squeeze on the arm. “You’re the 
greatest!” 

“Yeah, no problem,” he responded, and as she let go of his arm he quickly 
headed off for the clubhouse. Vicky had expected no less – after she had beaten 
Brian in a match a few weeks ago, he had been rude to her, so she had been 
forced to have a “talk” with him in a private room in the club. She smiled, 
remembering the satisfaction of holding him down and thwacking his bare rear-
end with a tennis racket until he had apologized…and then some.

“Come on, let’s play!” she said to her cousin, as she ran onto the court.

It was an even greater mismatch than Kevin had feared. She was all over the 
court, sprinting across to meet his shots and returning them beyond his reach. 
He had been expecting that, and was relying on using her greater strength and 
power to make the match more competitive, but to his shock he was unable to 
return many of her serves, while her returns often blew right by him. She was 
able to shift momentum in a split-second, using her surprisingly powerful leg 
muscles to throw herself across the court. The final score was 6-2, and Kevin 
felt lucky to win even those two games. 

To his surprise, after blowing the winning point by him, Vicky actually hurdled 
the net – he didn’t think people actually did that anymore! As she came up to 
shake his hand and thank him for the game, Kevin couldn’t help noticing that, 
while she was covered with sweat, she wasn’t breathing hard at all; for all he 
could tell, the perspiration was just caused by the heat! The power of her leg 
muscles was not hidden at all by the short skirt, and Kevin found himself 
looking at her glistening, tanned, muscular thighs – no! Hell, she was just a 
kid, and besides, she was Lori’s daughter and Monica’s sister! Could she be 
anything like them in other ways…nah, that wasn’t possible. She was barely a 
teenager.

Vicky talked non-stop the whole ride back and as they walked into the house. 
Kevin took a quick shower, and then came down and turned on the TV. 11:00 
a.m., time for the last showing of Sportscenter on ESPN. He grabbed the remote 
and turned the TV on, clicking to the channel just in time to hear the familiar 
refrain of “duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-DUH!” 

About halfway through the show, Vicky came trotting down the stairs and into the 
TV room. Her hair was hanging loose, and she was wearing a lavender mini-skirt 
of a similar cut and length to her tennis skirt, along with a crop-top 
sleeveless yellow shirt that revealed her well-developed abdominal muscles as 
well as highlighting her budding breasts. 

“Hey, turn to MTV. ‘The Real World’ is on now,” she said. I love this season, 
they’re in Denver for the year, and there’s this really cute guy living in the 
house, and –“

“Yeah, well, I’m watching Sportscenter,” Kevin cut her off. “They’ll broadcast 
the same episode at least 10 more times this month – that’s all MTV shows 
anymore, they run whole-day marathons of stupid shows like ‘The Real World’ and 
‘Road Rules’ and ‘Singled Out’, but no music videos or – “

“Yeah, well, that’s great,” Vicky said, returning the interruption. “But I want 
to watch ‘Real World’ now…and since I won the tennis match, I get to choose!” 
With that, she grabbed the remote off the coffee table and changed to MTV.

At first Kevin was too shocked at her action to do more than stare at her. Then, 
furious, he grabbed the remote from her hand as she yelled, “Let go!”

Or at least, that’s what he tried to do. He was surprised when the remote didn’t 
budge from her grip. He tried two hands, but the remote stayed in her hands and 
her arms stayed down on the armrest. 

“I said, ‘let go!’” Vicky yelled, as she pulled the remote toward her and then, 
swinging her arm, tossed Kevin back several feet onto the ottoman. She got up, 
facing the sprawled older boy. “Now, are you going to let me watch MTV?”

Enraged, Kevin stared at the young girl as she stood over him, hands on her hips 
and a frown on her face. Starting with her feet, clad in Velcro sandals, going 
up the round calf muscles and the bulging thigh muscles, continuing through the 
lean and steely abs and up to her round shoulders and arms and her adorable 
face, she was covered in tanned, smooth, soft skin. She looked like the 13 she 
was, a gorgeous 13, yet a powerful 13. 

Kevin ignored the muscular and gorgeous aspects, and focused on the 13. He 
wasn’t going to take this middle school snot. He recalled what had happened in 
his prior confrontations with her relatives, but Lori was an adult whose job it 
was to stay in great shape, and Monica was 16 – girls often reached their 
athletic prime by then. Vicky was just a kid; and yeah, she was muscular and 
tough and had just kicked his butt on the tennis court, but she was barely a 
teenager, and he was on the wrestling team. Making up his mind, he hopped up and 
charged at her.

Seeing the way that her sister had treated Kevin last night, and observing how 
much more powerful she was than him on the tennis court, had made Vicky want 
to provoke this older boy even more. She liked beating up boys, but was bored 
with middle-schoolers – she was going to be an eighth-grader in the fall, but 
she had been beating up eighth-grade boys since she was in elementary school! 
Already she had many of the older boys on the swim team and at the tennis club 
intimidated by her, and whenever she wanted to get a snack at the pool or courts 
she had plenty of boys who would be happy to give her money in order to avoid 
another beating at her hands. Now it was time to broaden her horizons, and a 
wrestler seemed just the ticket.

And so Vicky was ready when the older, bigger, heavier boy charged her. She 
took advantage of her shorter height to duck under his arms and grab him around 
the chest in a bear-hug. Then, using the upper back and shoulder muscles 
developed by hours and hours of swimming, she squeezed. Hard.

Kevin had been in worse pain before – Vicky’s bear-hug, for all her strength, 
couldn’t compare with that of Aunt Lori – but this hurt plenty. It felt as if 
two steel bands were squeezing around his chest. He grabbed her arms, trying to 
shake her off, but she squeezed harder and he was forced to let go.

“Please…let me go…” he gasped out.

“Hmm, let me think,” Vicky pretended to ponder. “Well…nah, I guess not.” With 
that, she squatted slightly, rearranged her grip and then stood up again, this 
time holding Kevin six inches about the ground. 

“Does this feel better?” she asked, and began simultaneously shaking and 
squeezing the 17 year-old boy.

“No, NO!” he yelled out.

“Well, how about this?” she asked, giggling as she began twirling in circles and 
hopping up and down. 

“Let me go!” he yelled.

“Well,” she said, stopping the movements but maintaining her tight grip. “It 
depends. What do you wanna watch on TV?”

Kevin searched his brain, but couldn’t recall the answer she wanted. She began 
twirling again, and it came to him. “MTV! Please! MTV!”

“Well, that will do for now, but what about later?” she asked, still twirling 
and hopping. 

“Anything you want! Anything you want!”

“Hey, Kevy-poo, that’s a great idea!” Vicky said, stopping her motions. She 
carried Kevin over to the easy chair and ottoman set next to the sofa. She 
plopped him down on his stomach, his face at the back of the chair, and then sat 
on his lower back, her legs straddling him. She turned up the volume and 
continued watching “The Real World.” When a song came up, she began hitting 
his rear-end, drumming along with the beat and ignoring the protests that came 
from behind her. 

Kevin was utterly humiliated. It was one thing to be defeated by Lori or Monica, 
but Vicky wasn’t even in high school! And yet, here she was, holding him down 
helpless on a chair and using him as a percussion instrument. 
He placed his hands on the chair and tried to push up, but she responded by 
reaching back with one hand and pushing his head down into the cushion. She 
held him there, at the same time maintaining her drum beat on his rear. 

As the first commercial break began, Vicky stopped her drumming, but looked 
down and got an idea. Letting go of his head, she reached down and pulled his 
shorts and boxers down. Kevin began howling in protest, but she used her left 
hand to push his face down again, and grabbed the remote with her right.

“Ya know, Kevin,” she said, “I think that it’s fair for you to have the remote 
during commercials. Isn’t that nice of me?” With his voice muffled by the 
cushion, she couldn’t make out his response. “Yeah, you’re right, it is pretty 
cool for me to let you have it. OK, here’s the remote!”

With that, Vicky brought the remote down hard on his rear end. Up and down, a 
steady beat. She didn’t use too much pressure, because she didn’t want to break 
the remote, but after four commercials the relentless pressure was too much. 
The muffled groans turned to muffled sobs. Fortunately for him, the show 
resumed and Vicky put the remote on the side table.

There were three more commercial breaks in the show, and during each break 
Vicky kept “giving” Kevin the remote. By the last one, he was sobbing and 
screaming for release. “Kevin, ‘Real World’s over now…do you wanna watch 
‘Road Rules’?…oh yeah, you can’t see it, can you? Well, you’ve been such a 
nice boy, I’ll make sure you get to watch ‘Road Rules’, it’s a really cool show, 
sorta like ‘The Real World’ only they drive around in a trailer and do cool 
stuff.”

Vicky stood up. Kevin could have made a run for it, but he was too beaten, 
mentally and physically. Humming a tune, Vicky grabbed his hair and pulled him 
up, then planted him down on the chair and ottoman again. He was still face 
down, but this time facing the TV. Vicky sat down on his stomach and spread her 
legs out on his back. She wrapped her calves around her neck and, having 
kicked off her sandals, used her feet to lift his head up. 

Kevin now was locked into facing the TV. Reflexively, he put his hands up to the 
calf muscles that were holding his head up; they felt like hard, round, and 
large pieces of wood, yet he could not help but enjoy feeling the smooth, 
recently shaved skin. Against his will, he could feel himself becoming aroused 
against the sofa cushion.

“You know, you make a really good chair,” Vicky said. “I bet you like this too, 
right?” she asked, squeezing her calves. 

“Yes!” Kevin exclaimed, fearing her reaction to a negative response.

“Good. Then tell you what. We’ll watch TV for a while, and you can be my chair. 
Then we’ve got to go up to my room and I’ve got to call my friends, and you’ll 
be my chair again! And we’ll do that until mom comes home, and maybe again some 
other day. How’s that sound?”

“G-great,” Kevin sputtered.

“Hmm, you voice doesn’t sound that happy…oh well, shhh, ‘Road Rules’ is 
starting now!”

It was a long afternoon for Kevin. Two more hours of watching crappy pre-teen 
MTV shows, ‘Singled Out’ and ‘Beach Jams’ and so on, switching to a different 
position every half-hour. When she got up to get a drink, she dragged him with 
him to the kitchen, and when the shows were over she dragged him upstairs to 
her room. 

In her room, Vicky forced her older cousin to lie down on his back on the floor, 
his legs under her bed. She sat on his chest, her back leaning against the bed, 
and then crossed her legs in a pretzel-style, trapping his head between her legs 
and crotch. The next hour was spent on the phone with her friends, and each 
time she laughed or yelled or showed any typical 13-year-old excitement his face 
was mashed up against her abs. He couldn’t help but stare up at the breasts that 
looked much more prominent from this position, accented by the crop-top shirt. 
Again, he could feel himself getting aroused; fortunately, it was hidden under 
the bed.

At about 2:30, they could hear a car pulling into the driveway. Vicky hung up 
the phone and stood up. She grabbed Kevin by the neck and dragged him to the 
doorway. She tossed him into the hallway; then, looking at the sprawled high 
school senior. Before she shut her door, she burst out, “It was a great 
afternoon, Kevin…thanks for keeping an eye on me!”

To be continued in chapter 3: Cousin Shelly