Kissing My Cousin Novels & Stories

He asked me. “My cousin would never allow me to give away a kiss for him.” I told him. “I don't see the problem here, you already gave out your first kiss, so what difference does a few more make?” He asked me looking smug and I wished I could scratch that look off his face. His dark eyes raked over my face until they lingered on my lips. I scowled. “I kiss you and you’ll let me talk to my cousin? Tomorrow?” “One kiss,” he agreed with a dark smile.

Sometimes, I don't know if he do have a liking for Kyrie or he really dislikes him. "We didn't kiss on purpose. Actually, I didn't respond to his kisses, he was the one who kissed me----" "So he forced to kiss you, then?" My cousin's eyes darkened so that I couldn't even speak another word to defend myself and Kyrie after he cut me off.

"Oh, right. We pretend nothing happened. I keep forgetting." "Just because I don't bring it up every five minutes doesn't mean I pretend it doesn't happen." "But bringing it up every five minutes is great fun." The corners of my lips lift as I lift the edge of the blanket over my chin. "I'm not pretending that none of that happened," I admitted in a low voice. "It is just..." "Shouldn't happen?" I don't want to say that. I felt like once I realized it, I couldn't take it back. "It's just that I shouldn't…do all that. You know that. I'm your cousin's girlfriend."

Someone smacks at my hands and I fall slightly to the side before I snap my head up to glare at my cousin, who got up out of his seat just to lean over Laila and smack at me. “You stop flirting with him now,” Jesse says, frowning down at me. “I don’t approve of this romance, and Uncle Dominic is going to rip the head off of any Prince that first kidnapped and then threatened to kill you on a weekly basis –“ I snarl up at my cousin, a blush rising to my cheeks. God, who the hell invented cousins? And why did they make them so embarrassing?

In annoyance, I turn to leave, but he grabs my arm again. "Let go of me!" I snap, trying to get out of his grip, but he holds me tightly. It doesn't hurt, but his touch on my arm is burning. It feels like I'm being cut with a knife, and I just want to get away from him. I don't even want to see his horrible face. "Kasey is my cousin." My heart skips a beat. "What did you just say?" I snap my head towards him. "I said Kasey is my cousin."

"Was that your room? Tell me that was your room." Anna laughed, slightly hysterical. "It seems so." "It seems so? Anna!" "He brought me here. The room is mine. Everything in it." She turned the camera back for one second, just to hear Maya scream. Worth it. Maya bounced on screen. "Your crush has exquisite taste. Wow." "He's not my crush," Anna said, rolling her eyes at Maya. "He's my cousin, Maya." "Your cousin who looks like your last glass of water in a desert when you've been walking for days."

I forgot all about the video. "Let's see," Lauren says, jumping up and reaching for the camera. Rachel scoots around, gently disengaging herself from my spent cock as she turns just enough to reach my lips with hers. We kiss more affectionately than ever as we bask in the warm afterglow of intoxicating sex. "Hey!" Lauren says, "that's my brother you're kissing like that!" She laughs as she takes the memory card out of the camera. "Well, he's my cousin!" Rachel retorts. "What? I can fuck him but I can't kiss him?" she adds sarcastically.

Angel goes straight for Sammy and hugs her from behind, so Birdie goes straight for Brody. I try not to give a fuck, I really do, but my back gets straight as he wraps his arms around my cousin's shoulders and drops a kiss on his cheek from behind. Brody looks at me in disbelief and he even shakes his head, moving away from Birdie like he burns. "Don't fucking turn into your asshole cousin," he growls, pulling Brody hair and bringing him back. Then he looks right at me as he slowly kisses my cousin's cheek again. Motherfucker, "It's just a little smooch... hi, Sammy."

His fingers glistened faintly in the candlelight before he brought them to his lips and licked them clean, eyes locked on me. “To family,” he echoed. I drank too fast, and the wine burned a path down my throat. The dessert was chocolate torte. I couldn’t eat. Kael’s foot nudged mine under the table, then stayed there, warm against my ankle. “Picture time!” Dorian declared, waving his phone. “Everyone in the lounge. Family first—me, Cass, Elara when she wakes up, and Kael. The new Moreau clan.” My stomach dropped. “Perfect,” Kael said. He stood, offered me his hand like a gentleman. “Cassia?”

He wiped his fingers on my thigh one last time, smearing my wetness across my skin like a filthy claim, then stepped away just as Jake reached the top of the stairs. Jake smiled when he saw me, completely clueless. "Babe, you’ve been gone a while. Everything alright?" Before I could answer, Jake pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply right there in front of his cousin. I kissed him back, but my mind was screaming in frustration. My pussy was dripping, my clit aching, and Jake had just ruined the most intense moment of my life. I was so close to feeling Nick’s fingers on my cunt, and now my boyfriend was kissing me while his cousin watched with a knowing, dangerous smirk.