Kissing My Cousin Novels & Stories

She whimpered as more tears rolled down. I felt my heart pierce at what she said. She really thinks I'll kiss Chloe? She didn't trust me? Why will I kiss my cousin? "She's my cousin." I told her and she whipped her head to me. "So? I know you can fuck anyone." "Camila!" I called and she shook. Her eyes widened as she stared at me and I saw more tears roll down her cheeks. "You really think I'd even try to fuck Chloe? You think I'm that cheap, huh? You think I'd go around having sex with my cousin? You think I want sex that much?" I asked, the aching I felt echoing in my tone.

Once I got back to my seat, with shaking legs, I didn't think I would make it, but I did, thank God. Once I was getting my stuff out of my bag, I felt someone was watching me; I knew who it was. Don't say a word," I told my cousin. I am not, she said, giggling. I wanted to die; I mean, it was Bryce, the guy who hates me, making out with me in the janitor's closet and feeling me up in the way. That had never happened to me before, and it was great. I wanted to tell, but I kept that to myself. And now the cute new guy, whose last name is Millerson, helped me and kissed my hand.

Naked and shivering slightly in the cool draft of the room, I crept across the floor like a ghost on a mission. When I reached the chair, I pulled his phone from the pocket. The screen lit up instantly under my thumb, demanding a passcode. I didn’t even hesitate. I typed in my own birthday, the numbers locked deep in the vault of my obsession. Click. The lock screen vanished. There she was. A string of demanding, flirty texts capped off by a final message sent three minutes ago: Door's unlocked, babe. See you in a minute.

I quickly closed the door and leaned against it, breathing hard, then I slid down to the floor and sat down with my back pressed to the door. Then the memory hit without warning. Dion. I thought of the way he had kissed me at the ball, like he was starving. Something I had craved for all my life… almost like someone who couldn't live without me. The car scene came rushing in, the way he had lifted me onto his lap in the car and pushed his fingers inside me while I moaned his name. He didn't even stop there, he licked those same fingers clean like it was the best food he had tasted.

I planted both hands on his shoulders and shoved him straight under. He came up laughing, water sluicing off his face, hair plastered flat, and I couldn't take my eyes away from how handsome he looked, all wet and dripping. We were both soaked. Both breathing hard. Nobody was watching. No reporters, no Noah, no teammates, no invisible rulebook someone else was enforcing on our behalf. Just the two of us, treading water three feet apart, and neither of us was laughing anymore. "You know," he said, voice lower now, "when I'm around you, I forget I'm supposed to be Jace Carter all the time. Like… the whole record-breaking, golden-boy thing. It just goes quiet and all I want to do is kiss you."

No one else. Using his thumb finger, he traced my lips. “I like the feeling of being kissed by you.” A slow smile spread across my lips. “You sure? Do you want us to kiss again?” I whispered. I leaned in and reached out to his face. “You’re so handsome, you know that? You’re not only handsome but you are sexy and smoking hot. No woman would ever not take a second glance at you. You see my cousin?” “What cousin?” I bit my lower lip as I thought if I should tell him or not.

Touching, groping—disgusting! Despite the revulsion, I desperately searched for some deeper anger, something solid to hold onto. I needed to process so much, especially the fact that I was having this conversation with Maël. It was the first time we’d ever talked this much—unfortunately, it had to be like this. “If you don’t care what your cousin does, why were you yelling at me at the party?” “I already apologized for that.” “Then why did you kiss me?” He froze. Swallowing hard, he stood like a statue in the middle of the living room.

Instead, he glances my direction and with his eyes, he practically pleads for help in what to do. Just like before, I pat my mate’s back and chime, “Babe, you can’t go around hugging everyone. You know I don’t like others touching you this much.” She doesn’t respond, but she does slowly let go of my cousin and step back. I take the moment to engulf my cousin in a big hug. “It is so good to have you back here, even if it is only for the weekend.” He chuckles and hugs me back. “I’m glad to be back.”

He looked back at me with a frown of his own but much deeper than mine. "Who the hell are you?" Kane growled through gritted teeth. He was staring at my cousin as if mentally skinning him alive. I slapped his arm and pulled myself away, walking back to the guy. "Kane, meet my dear cousin, Edison. Edison meet my boyfriend, Kane,” I introduced the two of them, smiling. Kane's angry expression changed to a more annoyed one while Edi's changed from a happy one to an angry one. Or so I thought because he quickly did a rebound and gave me his signature toothy smile. He looked at Kane before throwing his arm around my shoulders.

Amara. "Hell to the fuck no!" I bit back a smile once I heard my cousin's voice as she burst the door to my room open. "don't give me that 'I fell in love with James McKenna' bullshit, I am not buying it." She plumped onto my bed with her legs crossed before her and captured my wrists, "now, give me the answers I need." I chuckled, slowly pulling my hands out of her grip. "Sweetheart, you know you have to ask the questions for me to give you answers."