Cousins Making Out Novels & Stories

would you give me your cousin’s number? Brianna: Did Jace make an impression? She doesn’t respond, and I send her the number. She thanks me, and then I hear the bedroom door swing open suddenly. I see my cousin and my best friend walk in, both with serious faces. "Is everything okay?" I ask, genuinely worried. Jace gets straight to the point. "I saw you and James kissing yesterday." "Again?!" Carly asks excitedly. At those words, my cousin’s mouth drops open. "What the hell does 'again' mean?" he mimics the quotes with his fingers. "And why didn’t I know anything about it?"

As I had thought, there was no room for negotiations. “Damn you guys,” “We love you too,” Chris taunted, succeeding in drawing a chuckle out of me. “You are always ganging up against me,” I whined, knowing there was no winning for me where these two are concerned. “You two deserve each other.” “Agreed,” Chris winked coyly, linking his arm with his fiancée. My cousin looked at him briefly, and caressed the hand holding his, before he turned my attention to me. “How is it in here? And please don't lie,”

I approached the two mischievous alphas, and they beamed when they saw me. “ Cousin,” they said, each one kissing my cheek. “ Hey, you two,” With one hand gesture from Erickson, the ladies surrounding them left, not without first giving me a deadly glare. “ Didn’t they hear you call me cousin?” I facepalmed. “ They are obsessed. They couldn’t help it,” My cousins were so cocky. We exchanged pleasantries, and I was glad they were doing alright. “ Aunty Arya told me you found your mate. Congratulations. Where is she?” I asked excitedly. They glanced at each other.

I flip the picture again and there is a woman this time around sitting on Michael's thighs with her breast pressed to his chest in a tight hug, she looks at the camera with a smug look, like she owns Michael's body. “Oh my…” I whisper when I realize just what I am looking at, this is a picture of my cousin having sex with a woman on camera. The heading caption reads: 'Stretch me, daddy—fill the hole you shouldn’t' As I scan the image I hear footsteps coming and the door swings open wider, Michael is standing in front of me with a bag over his shoulder and a lazy smile on his handsome face. “Hello cousin” he says with a low time that feels like there is a vibration between my legs, my own rea

Everything was starting to make sense in my head. “So, they did have something.” “Jesus, I’m not saying that, Delu,” he replied, exasperated. “I swear I don’t give a damn what my cousin does, honestly.” “That’s a lie.” “What’s a lie? I’m not lying to you.” My mind was clouded with images of the two of them having sex—raw, explicit sex. Touching, groping—disgusting!

I smile at her and put m y other hand over hers. "You also know that , I don't need t o tell you about the Love o f your Ved ." I said t o her sincerely but winked i n the last t o which she laughed but the pink tint o n her cheeks didn't g o unnoticed b y me. "Brides its time..." one o f our cousin came and informed u s. W e stand u p and they checked our last time makeup. Soon our cousins brother came , and we went with them under the flower bed which they were holding.

Mom and Dad exchanged a look, their fury intensifying. "Melanie Spencer, get out here right this instant! Stop hiding in there, pretending like you can't hear us! How can you be so rude? How dare you call your cousin an outsider! You know what? You're the outsider in this family! You have no right to talk to your cousin like that!" All that they received in response was dead silence. My body was lying in that bathtub, the one I'd dreamed of soaking in just once. My eyes were wide open. Beneath me was a pool of bloody water.

“Only cousin. That makes you my least favorite too.” Vivian, embarrassed by the position she is in on my lap, tries again to slip out of my grip. Werewolves are possessive and very affectionate with their mates. She will get used to it eventually, especially after she sees the way Ben treats Courtney, and the way Courtney always disgustingly grabs Ben’s ass out in public. I gag each and every time, but it’s common among mates.

Luxian muttered into his hands. “It’d be better if he saw the whole thing,” Damien mumbled with a crooked smirk. From the living room, Ashiel shouted: “ARE YOU GUYS MAKING OUT IN THE PANTRY?!” Ken burst into laughter. Cris choked on his soda. Luxian buried his face in a dish towel. ⸻ The laughter died down. The movie kept playing, mostly ignored. Luxian sat curled into the corner of the couch, Damien beside him—close, but no longer touching.

“Don’t lie, Em. You want this as bad as I do.” I swallowed hard. My panties were already soaked. “We’re cousins,” I breathed, even as my hands reached for her hips. “If they catch us—” “They won’t.” She leaned in, lips brushing mine. “They’re all drunk on wine and stuffing. We have twenty minutes before someone notices we’re gone.” Her mouth crashed into mine.