Loving Cousin

"There's a reason they say love is blind."

"You need to meet him," I said. "I bet you'd fall in love with him."

"Sorry, but I've only got room for one in my heart," she replied, then kissed my forehead.

I had to hold my breath to keep from crying. "One week. Oh, God, how can you make me choose?"

I turned around in her arms and kissed her then. Holding me close, she whispered, "We don't have to do anything."

She seemed as scared as I was. "But I want to."

We sat kissing on the couch for a long time. There was no sense of urgency, except for our growing arousal. Compared to John's, her skin was so soft. He'd often had a growing beard that I loved to feel against my cheek and thighs, but I found her smooth skin just as thrilling in its own way.

She kept her lips soft and relaxed, where John's were firmer. And when I kissed her, her lips reminded me of eating a ripe peach, the flesh so soft and wet it seemed to melt in my mouth.

My hands moved slowly, slipping inside the soft robes to fin