Linda giggled as she heard the masculine footsteps resounding on the hardwood floor in the hall outside her room. She knew it was her younger cousin Paul and at any moment he would burst into her room without knocking to try to con her out of a few dollars to tide him over until they received their next month's allowance.

There was plenty of time for the pretty fifteen year old blonde to have slipped on a robe when she heard Paul's footsteps, but she mischievously elected to remain as she was, propped on her bed wearing nothing more than tiny bikini panties. She would enjoy watching his embarrassed expression when he realized she was undressed.

To Linda's surprise and amazement, he knocked.

"Who is it?" she purred coyly. Blossoming into womanhood, Linda was aware of her young cousin's furtive stares at her upthrust cleavage and other intimate parts of her body. She unashamedly used her ample sex appeal on her cousin, prancing her charms on him while at the same time fascinated by his good looks and lithe physique. It was good practice for enticing other young men, she thought.

"Well who the hell do you think it is, dummy!" came Paul's impatient reply from the other side of the door. "It's me!"

"Who's 'me'?" the blonde teased. She could picture him squirming outside the door and could not suppress the temptation to extend her little game with him as long as possible.

"Oh, come on, Linda!" the handsome thirteen year old boy replied. "I'm in a hurry."