Kiss Cousin Novels & Stories

This meant that there was no need for a formal and early proclamation of one’s feelings and the line between being friends and being lovers often blurred. Kokuhaku was unique in that it was a very clear declaration of feelings that the object of affection had a right to answer before any deeper relationship could take place. It was like a “switch” that Slayers had to turn on and whose execution of course gave them enormous pressure. Although usually made by boys, girls could also undertake the proposal and preferred to do so on the Star Festival, which was an annual holiday associated with romantic love. On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Ar

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

It was like poison bubbling under my skin, and any second now, it was going to blow. 6:02 a.m. My phone buzzed. Caller ID: Lion Dickhead. Of course it was him. I picked up without saying a word. He didn’t deserve a hello. His voice came through smooth and smug. “Revenant. Your ride’s outside. Everyone’s waiting at the Iron Citadel. They’re excited to meet the legend.” Legend, huh? Cute. I smirked coldly, lips pulling back lik,e a wolf about to bite. "They want The Revenant?” I said, voice low.

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆ 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 Okay. Imagine the pure, incandescent urge to kick a woman you’ve just met square in her perfectly sculpted face, just because she annoys the hell out of you. That was me. I had the sweetest itch to kick that bitch. Yes—Sienna. My boyfriend’s cousin. I fantasise about redecorating her face. What in the actual fuck is wrong with her? Answer: everything, in the most exhausting, performative ways.

A smile tugged at my lips as I followed the sound toward the waiting room. “Ho..” The rest of my words died in my throat. Through the crack of the slightly opened door, I saw them. My husband and his cousin…. Kissing! I let out a sharp gasp. How…how? For a moment, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. After all, the doctors had just extracted so much blood. But even after I closed them and opened them again, the scene remained. Do cousins kiss? I didn’t need to wonder for too long as my question was soon answered.

Amy rolled her eyes at me. "Yeah you mentioned it was your cousins birthday but there's no reason for you to be texting your aunt about how beautiful your cousin looks. Second you two look nothing alike and I think you've legit only mentioned her twice in the year we've been together." I sighed I was so over the jealous girl bull shit. I snatched my phone from her. "Look Kaydences mother is my mothers best friend. I grew up calling her my cousin and her parents my aunt and uncle. So yeah we're not biologically related but she's still my cousin."

Vanya would never forgive any of us if Betsy died because of us. “How are her wounds?” she asked. “They’ll heal,” I told her, “but some might scar.” She shook her head. “Such a shame.” Pushing the empty plate away, I leaned forward and lowered my voice. “What does the word cousin mean?” “It’s a child of someone’s uncle or aunt,” Betsy explained. “An aunt or uncle is family...like a brother and sister.” “Melanie had no brothers or sisters,” I muttered. “She has a sister.”

"Guys, this is Claire, our cousin. Ji Chan, with the Chinese name, thanks to her Chinese mom." Yvonne pointed to the smiling girl. "That's Padre; don't flirt, with him– he's into boys. His Korean boyfriend's lucky!" Yvonne teased, sparking giggles. "And meet Bray, Mara, Lucy, and Zuri, our pop star cousin, famous on social media for her K-pop dance covers." Zuri rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Nice to meet you, Claire. You're stunning," they chimed. "The pleasure's mine. You're all beautiful and handsome," Claire replied.

Amy rolled her eyes when Layla flipped her off " And the guy she is trying to melt into is Adonis, my cousin " The word Cousin made Lisa tense up as her eyes shot toward the blond boy. Amy's cousin, the same guy she had been banging since she was sixteen. Lisa couldn't even count how many stories she had heard about that guy, the gross stuff her friend had done with him. Adonis raised a brow at her, his lips curled up in an amused smirk like he knew exactly what she was thinking. Lisa averted her eyes. It's best to not think about it. She was just here to pass the time until eventually, she would be certain that Asher had left and she would go home.