The Summer with my Cousin Part 3

This is part 3 of The Summer with my Cousin

Reminder that this is a story containing incest between cousins, so if that is not your thing, please click away now

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Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He heard me last night?

“Wh-what are you talking about?” I tried, and failed to keep my voice steady.

“Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about, sweetheart.” He was still smirking. This is completely humiliating. I can’t believe this.

“You should keep your voice down. I can’t have my mom hear this.” I turned around to face my window. I didn’t want him to see how red my face was getting.

“You weren’t short of any sounds last night.” I could feel the heat of his body behind me. Oh God, this shouldn’t be happening.

“Whimpering my name as if I were with you”, his voice dropped low. Dangerously low. I felt butterflies. I felt a light graze on the side of my neck. “I heard everything.” He whispered in my ear. I shuddered at the feeling of his breath on me.

“You were imagining me touching you,” he started lightly grazing his hand on my arm. “you were imagining me kissing you,” he leaned in a little closer, my heart is absolutely racing right now. “you wanted me to do all kinds of things to you. Your own cousin. You filthy little girl.” He was right. I did want those things. I thought he was gonna tell me how insane I was, and leave in the middle of the night and never speak to me again, but what he said next shocked me.

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking the same.” He took a step back from me. I spun around.

“What?”

“You’ve grown into such a beautiful woman, Gigi. You have no idea how badly I had to control myself when I came here.” He smirked again. “And that little stunt you pulled in the pool earlier …” he leaned in and whispered in my ear, “super fucking hot. I had to stop myself from bending you over the pool’s edge and taking you right then and there.”

Is this really happening? Does he really think this, or is he baiting me to see how far I was willing to go? I can’t fucking tell anymore. All I know is that his closeness, and the whispering, and the grazing was making me so wet, I couldn't think straight.

“Look at me.” He said. I looked up into his eyes. “If we do this, there’s no going back.”

Holy shit.

“If we do this, you’ll no longer be my little cousin. You’ll no longer be that sweet, innocent child you once were.”

“Oh?” That was all I could get out. He chuckled.

“The things I want to do to you, Gigi.” He brushed some hair away from my face. I felt a shiver go down my spine. “I wanna make you scream.” He whispered.

“My mom is right down the hall. She’s gonna hear everything, and I’ll probably be disowned.” I try to argue, but what would be the point?

“Who said it was gonna be tonight?” He questioned. I looked up at him. “I’m not gonna do a thing to you tonight, babe.” Are you fucking kidding me?

“You’re not?” I asked. But I already knew the answer.

“No. No, I’m gonna make you beg for me to touch you. I’m gonna get you so on edge, you’ll be begging me to make you cum.” This was already torture. “But not tonight.”

“I see.” I breathed out. “So, not tonight. When?” My mind was really fuzzy at all this. I can feel my legs already start to shake.

“Obviously, it’s gonna have to wait until it’s just the two of us here. We can’t have Aunt Marie hear her nephew making her daughter scream his name, can we?” He teased. “Goodnight, Gigi.”

He turned around and stopped at the door. “And don’t get too excited, princess. It’s not gonna be tomorrow, either.” He smirked when he said that. God damn it. He unlocked the door, and went to his room.

I sat on my bed, my head reeling at what just happened. He’s gonna make me wait, and beg, and maybe he’ll just go back home and nothing will happen at all. That would really fucking suck.

The next morning was kind of awkward. Mom had already left for work, and Liam was just acting all non-chalant like he didn’t say all those things to me last night.

I went to get some cereal when he spoke. “Sleep well last night?” God, his voice.

“I could lie and say yes, but I have a feeling you’ll see right through that.”

“You’re right. I would. I bet you couldn’t stop thinking about what I said last night, could you? I bet you wanted to come to my room and demand I fuck you then.” He got up from his chair, walking towards me. He inhaled, and reached above me for a coffee mug. He smells so good.

“You thought I was gonna touch you just now.” He didn’t even bother phrasing it as a question. “I bet your panties are already soaked.” He sat down with his coffee, reading the paper like it was just any normal day.

“So what if I did? I honest to God can’t help it. You show up here, looking like a Greek fucking God, and I have to control myself because you are my cousin, and what I feel isn’t natural.” I admit. “What you feel isn’t natural. What we feel isn’t natural.” I sat down across from him.

He smiled. “Oh, this is gonna be so much fun.”