But he already left me.
The next days passed bleakly. I didn’t even have the energy to masturbate. Every time I looked at Tim, it was full of dread and guilt. The came one day I was ready to curse at my family who left me alone in the house alone with Tim. My other cousins went home to get some additional clothes.
I had been cooking our lunch when I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my stomach along with the scent of apples. I was in so much shock I dropped the ladle the same time I felt lips sucking various places in my shoulders and neck. The hands that were wrapped around me reached for the stove to turn it off.
“Tim, wait-”
I tried to protest if it wasn’t for his lips whose next destination was mine. He kissed me so hard I forgot how to breathe. What just happened? Wasn’t he furious at me the past few days?
“Why did you lust after me?” he whispered in my ears. My mind was too clouded to formulate any answers to give, so he stopped, and rested his forehead in mine. I must say that the gesture was really sweet.
“… not lust… not lust…” I rasped after a few moments. I have loved him even before knowing I really was. He didn’t look like he believed me. “I love you. I thought it stopped, but it came back when you lived here,” he said nothing and kissed me again.
After that, when I got to finish my cooking, we went to his room and discussed things. He said he had been attracted to me ever since we were kids, and jerked off thinking of me. I was naturally happy and told him it was the same with me. Then I asked him why he avoided me after the bathroom incident and why he was so mad at me. I always laugh when I remember his answer. He told me he was mad that he had been kept in the dark for five years of my attraction to him. If he knew earlier, then he wouldn’t have to do things by his hand, and that just as he was calming down, he heard the car from downstairs, signaling its arrival.
Huh, I guess I was too frightened to hear that.
When things got too long, I impatiently climbed onto his lap and kissed him. He looked satisfied enough that I was taking the lead. “If you knew this five years ago, would you have fucked me already?” he nodded and kissed me again, this time lying on the bed. I got up and smirked before feeling his fleshy member inside his pajamas.
He actually jerked and moaned loudly. “Aaahhh… aaahhhh… shitshitshit,” I made a sultry giggle and stopped, now taking his hands to guide them inside my dress. He now sat up and smirked at my boldness, before kissing me passionately while pushing me down the bed, saying, “what a naughty cousin you are.”
My dress was only held to my shoulders with thin straps and Tim was impatient, so he pushed the straps down, ignoring the tearing of fabric and exposed my B-cup breasts covered by a white bra.
He looked at me for permission. I responded by taking him in my arms and buried his face in my breasts. When he looked at me again, he was grinning. He took my breasts and kissed them gently before slipping the bras over them without even unhooking it. I looked down on my already torn dress and hooked my legs on his waist and slipped his shirt over his upper body. I slipped my hand into his pajamas, past his boxers and marveled at the way he gasped my name out loud while I stroked his member.