Kissing My Cousin Novels & Stories

The weak, fragile Gabriel everyone could just toss around like a ball was dead. "Not an award, but I was thinking..." He drew out his words slowly, prompting me to turn my head. He flashed a sideways glance. "What about a kiss, at least?" I just stared at him. Honestly, the universe had a dark sense of humor. First it shoved Derek into my face, and now his cousin. It felt like this entire family was actively coming after my life. "We are cousins, Scott," I said flatly. "No, we are not," he answered without missing a beat.

He looks me right in the eye as he greets me. My parents gave him the room next to mine. He's really handsome. He's so tall, he's a good head taller than me. I love tall men. - Mom, what degree of cousin is he? Close or distant? - I'm not sure. He's distant, as he's the grandson of my grandfather's cousin. - What? Then he's really distant. - Why do you ask? - Uh, for nothing.

It was a meme about an Arab guy. My steps halted as I grinned. I looked at him over my shoulder and saw him still standing where I left him. He was watching me. I waved my hand in the air as I shouted, "Bye, Arab!" His eyebrows rose. Laughing, I left and went to the place where I would meet Wenna. She's already in her third year while I'm a freshman. “Wens!” I called my cousin who was kissing some random guy. She turned to me, shocked, and pushed the man she was kissing. The guy groaned as he fell on the ground.

It was a sticky July night, the kind where the air presses against your skin and everything smells like cut grass and barbecue smoke. I walked into the Wellington kitchen expecting the usual: Daniel sipping wine at the counter, a half-finished crossword in front of him. Maybe he’d smile, maybe he’d even say something like, "Congratulations, River," in that deep, measured voice of his. Instead, I walked in and my whole world flipped inside out like a cheap umbrella in a thunderstorm. There was Daniel. And there was Karden. My Cousin. Kissing. Not a polite little peck, not an accident you could pretend you didn’t see. No. This was full-on, mouth-on-mouth, hands-in-hair kind of kissing. The kin

"Elena… it's Enzo. Sofia his cousin she sent me photos. Him shirtless, her lipstick all over his chest, kissing him everywhere. He went to her for some 'family emergency' and… God, they were on a bed together. He let her. I saw it myself. Packed my stuff and left. I hate him." Elena's heart splintered hearing her best friend shatter like that. "Oh honey, no. That's… that's awful. Don't cry listen, you don't deserve this. Don't worry, okay? I'm coming to see you soon. Stay there, yeah? We'll fix this."

“Ahmmnn you knew… you are kissing your cousin right? Mind backing a little.” we look towards the door to see Henry, Rafael, Daisy, Mera, my parents, and grandfather who are looking at us really weird. “Oppss you got us.” I said as I start laughing as Mere smirks at me and Cole looks at me rubbing his nape as he looks down unable to look at my parents and grandpa.

"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…"

[Influencer Moves Into Relative’s Home, Steals Everything From Cousin While Pretending To Be Pitiful] The post went into great detail, starting from the social media post Emma had uploaded. Then people followed the trail and uncovered more of her private accounts, and the content inside was shocking. One account was of her documenting her “daily life”. “Today I got my cousin kicked out onto the balcony. My aunt really does love me the most.” “I brought up the apple thing on purpose. Auntie and Lucas both took my side, and my cousin was so angry her face turned green. It was hilarious.”

It was a relief to unload the scenes that had been playing on a repeat cycle in my mind. "OMG," sputtered Ruthie as I finished. "You kissed your cousin." I blinked in confusion. "What?" I asked. "You and Isaac," she gushed. "You're freaking cousins!" She explained while I stared at her in bewilderment. "It sounds like your aunt married ... I mean, mated, or whatever, Isaac's uncle. So you're like, cousins or something. That's so stupid-weird. You're like 'kissing cousins' now." She snorted with a grin.

My hand stilled on the tissue. Something about that voice made the air in my lungs go still. I knew it. I was almost certain I knew it, but that couldn't be right, because the last I heard… I turned slowly. And my heart did something embarrassing. Standing right there was Mick. Millicent's cousin. The same Mick I had been quietly, privately, thoroughly in love with since I was seventeen years old and did not plan to tell anyone ever.