Cousins Making Out Novels & Stories

“I guess we still like you. Even though you want nothing but to see us dead.” He ran a hand through his hair, gripping the strands until his knuckles went white. “I want to hate you enough to kill you, dear cousin. I want to feel nothing when I think of your name. But here I am, harder than I’ve been in years, because I want to fuck you more than I want to kill you.”

Seeing him look at her with a mix of helplessness and indulgence sent a chill through me. When did my cousin become so utterly clueless? … "Since you insist on keeping everything strictly professional, then let's go through this eighty-eight thousand bill in detail," I said. I didn't look at Nick, my gaze locked firmly on Tina. She hadn't expected me to actually pay, let alone question her, but she maintained that same air of superiority, arms still crossed, smirk intact.

My girlfriend, Piper Wolfe, and her childhood best friend, Cole Carter, could physically feel each other's pain and sensations—or so she claimed. We were in the middle of a heavy make-out session when she suddenly shoved my shoulders, almost throwing me off the bed, and pulled out her phone to dial Cole. "Cole! It’s ten at night, why are you chugging ice-cold beer? If you don’t care about your stomach, at least think about mine!" Cole’s voice muffled through the speaker. "You don’t get to judge me! Tell your boyfriend to go easy on the kissing. My lips are burning! If you keep this up, I’m just gonna find someone else to kiss!" Piper’s chest heaved. Her voice spiked with panic. "Don't

But because of shameless people, I got involved in a problem that I couldn't escape. "I can't Selene, you are still Claire's cousin, we shared a lot for me to just ignore you," he said. Now it's like he's claiming to be a man's cargo. He mentioned Claire, her cousin who was also unable to believe or even listen to her explanations.

The heat between us coils tighter, my dress pooling around my waist now as he starts to squeeze the soft mounds of my breast when suddenly… “Guys, seriously?” Ezra spins, growling. Colin stands just outside the clearing, eyes wide, hands up. “The are literally sooooo many places to make out and you have to pick this tree?” I bury my face in my hands, half-laughing, half-horrified. Ezra looks like he is deciding whether to break Colin’s legs or strangle him. “Get a room, you two!” Colin shouts over his shoulder as he disappears. Ezra glares after him, muttering, “I’m going to bury him.”

as just an empty threat. But what if more people saw my “shameless” side? Late at night, I got up and opened the live-streaming platform. I quickly typed the titles. [Give me back my husband! [To save my cousin’s boyfriend, I lost both my legs. I hope he’ll marry me. [I’m not pretending anymore. I want to be together my cousin’s boyfriend.] With bold titles like these, viewers quickly filled my livestream channel. I smiled and eagerly waited for the drama to begin!

Unexpectedly, Adrian pulls us together into a surprise hug. I gasp." What are you doing?" I declare with excitement on my face. A chuckle escapes my lips. "Come on, you're pulling me to him?" "Yes!" Adrian says with firmness. "You'll soon become his sister-in-law, why are you acting so formal?" There is a cheer from the cousins, who are eight, mostly girls. I cover my mouth, blushing at hearing this. Has it gotten to the point of marriage? Another chuckle escapes my mouth.

But unlike her, I do not hesitate, I tell her the basic stuff. 'An old family friend of ours back in London wants to enlarge his estate, and add a secret casino in it. Specially requested for James because he saw what the guy could do and well he thought James worked in our company and I didn't want to make him think otherwise because Jame is...' my cousin is what I want to say but I halt myself from spilling too much.

"What did you just say?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Cousin? Timothy Jones is your cousin?" I never imagined I would sleep with someone four years younger than me, let alone my ex-boyfriend's cousin. It finally clicked why Timothy had given that look last night. My best friend, Candice Fields, asked in disbelief, "Are you telling me you slept with Timothy's cousin? Isn't he supposedly studying abroad?" I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on. "I had no idea Ian was his cousin. He was helping with the drinks, and I thought he was a waiter. I even tried to pay him…"

My cousin had been pretending to be mentally disabled and freeloading at my house for five years. He scared off two of my ex-girlfriends and drained my parents’ retirement savings. This time, he set his sights on my cunning girlfriend, who was a company president, and sneaked into the guest room. He ended up pinned to the floor by her. My mother rushed in and slapped me. “He cannot help the way he is, but what is your excuse? Couldn’t you just let it go?” My girlfriend remained perfectly calm. She pulled up three months of security footage and said in a flat tone, “You might want to save your outrage until you see what your precious boy’s been doing every night.”