Kissing My Cousin Novels & Stories

"Zanele, did your dumb little brain actually believe he needed your pathetic bloodline to stay alive?" "Aren't your tracks supposed to belong to his cousin's family?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Have your eyes ever seen real cousins lock fangs and lick throats like this?" "What?" Right in front of my face, their mouths slammed together, letting out a loud, sloppy kissing noise without a single drop of shame or pack manners.

my friend's cousin replied and left the room. After my friend's cousin left, Aunty put the sleepy kid inside a cradle, and Uncle locked the door. I closed my eyes in a sigh of relief; I was happy, and I thought, "Now my friend's cousin won't be able to find me." As I opened my eyes, I saw my friend's uncle and aunty standing in the center of the room kissing passionately. Lips interlocked, eyes closed, his hands groping her ass, her hand reaching down and rubbing onto his cock. I was completely shocked to see that. My pupils dilated, and I was completely dumbfounded, scared by the thought of getting caught. So I remained silent. They both then broke the kiss and got separated. Uncle held and

I had just divorced Justin, and holding hands with Derek in front of them so soon after made me feel like a horrible person. “Charlotte,” Derek whispered, turning to me and cupping my face as we stood outside the door. “You can do this.” He looked so sure of himself, so confident, that I couldn’t help but nod even though I didn’t agree with him. I didn’t have this. I was more nervous about this than I had been for court. “You’re so beautiful,” He whispered, leaning forward and stealing a kiss. Before I could open my eyes, the front door was opening, and heat rushed up my chest and my cheeks to see one of the cousins standing there smirking.

Mom and Dad exchanged a look, their fury intensifying. "Melanie Spencer, get out here right this instant! Stop hiding in there, pretending like you can't hear us! How can you be so rude? How dare you call your cousin an outsider! You know what? You're the outsider in this family! You have no right to talk to your cousin like that!" All that they received in response was dead silence. My body was lying in that bathtub, the one I'd dreamed of soaking in just once. My eyes were wide open. Beneath me was a pool of bloody water.

I tell her something I know will set her off, simply because I know it would. “Good girl,” I whisper lowly, placing a kiss on her exposed shoulders then turning and leaving her in an instant. She whips her head, glaring at my back as I walk away. I smile this time, happy with myself. “Having a mate must be all sunshine and shit,” my annoying cousin says from behind me. I hadn’t even noticed when he got close. I feel like breaking his front teeth for touching her the way he did earlier. He is a flirt and doesn’t know how to keep it in his pants. He fucks anything that moves and wears a skirt, as long as she has a pulse, then she is good enough for him.

He glanced up when I came in. “You okay?” he asked. “No,” I said, putting my skateboard on the counter. “Your cousin’s a creep.” He frowned and put his phone down. “What happened?” “He tried to kiss me,” I said. “In the garage. I slapped him.” Dominic’s jaw got tight. “He did what?” “He leaned in, like he was gonna kiss me,” I said. “I told him to leave, but he didn’t listen. So I hit him.” “Good,” he said, standing up. “Where is he now?”

☆☆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.

So she repeated, "No." With a growl, I lowered my head and caught her mouth with mine, biting her lips until she succumbed to my kiss. Opening her hand, she let the napkin fall to the ground to grip my shirt with both hands, and I felt the struggle inside of her. "Kiss me, vita," I begged against her mouth. "Kiss me, amore." My eyes never left my cousin. "Do as I say." But, of course, that was expecting too much. "I'm not going anywhere without you."

"This is Rain. Is it cool if she joins us today?" This was a bad idea. What if they refuse? One guy finally stands up. "Hell yeah, she can join us. That idiot is pissed off and she's the reason why." They make space for Greg and I and we take our seats. The guy that said it was cool for me to join puts out his hands for me shake. "Hi, I'm Nic, Greg's cousin." I look from Nic to Greg with a smile, I do see the family resemblance. Lunch is uneventful. Derrick still throws death glares at us but he doesn't come here. I zone out of the conversation at the table. High school boys are dogs. Thank God none of the guys I've had anything to do with go here.

He walked straight toward me, hands casually in his pockets, eyes locked on mine. Fuck. He was coming closer. My fingers gripped the kitchen counter tightly as my legs went weak. He stopped right in front of me, so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body. The way he stared at my lips made it obvious he wanted to devour me. I closed my eyes, heart racing, expecting the kiss… but instead, his fingers brushed lightly against mine as he reached past me for the ketchup on the counter. My eyes snapped open, chest tight with disappointment. What the fuck was I thinking? He’s my cousin. This is wrong… so why am I soaking wet right now?