Mel, are you texting again? Who is it this time?"
Mel looked up from her phone and out the windshield.
"Oh, just a friend," she replied, grateful that her driving step mom couldn't actually read what was on her screen.
"Not another boyfriend, I hope."
Mel rolled her eyes. "Come on..."
"Honestly, you had how many boyfriends this year?"
Mel looked out the window on her right. Always the same conversation with Sally.
"Only two, really.""Hmm...Well, I hope you've been safe."
Now that was a loaded statement. Of course, it wasn't as loaded as some of the guys she'd been with in the past year, and the vivid memories flashing
through her mind made her squirm slightly in her seat. Not now, she thought to herself. The last thing I need right now is to start juicing myself when I can't even jill off.
"I know, I know..." she muttered, still looking out the window.
"You remember what your father said, right? If you get pregnant—"
"I'm not going to get pregnant, and you know why," Mel said, glancing at her step-mother.
"It's unlikely, but still..."
Suddenly distracted by her driving, Sally never finished her statement. Mel looked down when her phone buzzed in her lap and saw that Chase had sent another
message. Mel looked over their conversation so far and had to smile:
Chase: Hey girl, where are u?
Mel: driving with the family
Chase: ooh, gonna see the hot cuz?
Mel: [eye rolling emoticon]
Chase: I'd totally do him if I were u
Mel: He's such a jerk
Chase: yeah but he's a hot jerk and not really your cuz
Mel: you're f'ed up, girlfriend
Chase: ooh, I need it bad too.
Chase: totally wish your hot bod was here right now.
Mel: Told you, i'm not bi.
Chase: oh you will be when you taste me!
Mel: eew
Chase: you let guys cum in your mouth, that's eew
Mel had to stifle a laugh when she read her latest text. Chase was the biggest sex freak she knew, and she had definitely let more guys cum in her mouth than she ever had—more than any girl she knew. And when she wasn't going on about boys she was talking about girls. She was a total freak.
She felt her phone buzz again; Chase must have gotten tired of waiting for her to respond.
Chase: send me a pic of your face w/ his cum, k?
Mel: Not gonna happen!!
Chase: Whatevs, have fun, I know u will [winking emoticon].
Looking up, Mel noticed they were only a few minutes from their destination. She sent one final farewell text to Chase, closed her messenger, and looked out the windshield again. She missed Chase a lot. They had hit it off almost immediately when they met in August and had done a lot of crazy stuff together during their first academic year. And next year they would be room-mates; she could only imagine the fun and trouble they would get in.
Mel would so much rather be spending a summer holiday with Chase and her family than where she was going. Oh,
she didn't mind most of her step-family. Everyone was really nice to her and the little cousins were cute and fun. The problem was the other cousin: Max.
She grimaced. A mental picture of her step-cousin flashed through her mind, and mental images of Max weren't really the problem. Or maybe they were exactly the problem because Max was hot. Really hot. Truth is, he looked like a model—perfect teeth and smile, dreamy green eyes, dark hair that was always a little disheveled, and just the right amount of muscle. When she showed pics of her messed up family to friends at college, all her friends, especially Chase, would grab at her phone to drool over
Max.
So he was definitely fun to look at; the problem with her cousin was that he really was a total jerk. Mel sighed. That probably wasn't fair. She was really bitchy toward him, and it had always been like this. Why? Why had they had never gotten along? Almost from the first time they met, their bickering had started and every time they were together they picked up where they had left off.
And that wasn't the worst of it. The worst of it was that she felt so turned on when around him, and she knew he was always checking her out. She was used to that. Chase always told her she was
curvalicious, and she knew she had the goods—long, thick dirty blonde hair, boobs, butt, and legs—that turned guys' heads. But it really annoyed her that Max drooled over her as much as any guy while pretending that he wasn't interested. He had a girlfriend, or so she had heard, but he still looked. There was just this weird sexual tension between them that kept escalating every time they were together. And now they were going to be together for a few days.
We're gonna either kill each other fuck each other silly, Mel thought darkly. And wouldn't it be awesome if it made him lose his girlfriend? Ha! That would be—
She shook her head slightly to banish
that thought and wondered again why was she always such a bitch around him. It would be terrible if she were the cause of Max's breakup; she wouldn't want to do that to him, even if he was a total jerk.
They pulled into the driveway and all the little cousins squirmed through the front door of the house and onto the porch. Mel smiled at the sight; they were definitely cute.
And then he walked out the door.
Max stood with his hands in his pockets, watching the cousins and their van drive up, looking impossibly hot. And just like that, Mel found a tidal wave of emotions crashing around her that left her a
boiling mess of desire, guilt, and anger. His smile faded when their eyes met, and she watched the expression on Max's face change from an amused smile to an intense look in his eyes when he noticed her and then, just like that, a smirk, probably matching the one on her own face, took over his handsome features.
Mel looked away, emotions seething inside her. Why must they always be mean to each other? She took a deep breath and decided she would try one last time. She would be nice; she would be polite; she would jump her cousin's hot body and—
No! She shook her head again as she reached for her purse. No: he's family.
"Are you OK Mel?"
Mel met her step-mom's eyes. "Yeah, just a little head ache, but I'm good."
"Do you need some Ibuprofen? Tylenol?"
"No, I'll be fine. Hugs from little cousins will help a lot," she said smiling at her.
Sally smiled in turn. "They really love you, don't they?"
"Oh, and how about hugs from big cousins too? There's Max!" she continued, climbing out of the van.
Mel sighed. "Yeah, there's Max," she muttered, and grabbed her door handle.
* * * * *
"Did you finish setting the table, Max?"
"Yeah, it's done," Max called from the living room.
"Napkins?"
Max sighed, pocketed his phone, and headed for the kitchen.
"Doing it right now," he called again.
He counted out the napkins: eight for the kid's table and nine...no eight...for the adult's table. It was supposed to be nine, but all that changed a few weeks ago when he and Candice had finally both admitted the inevitable—their relationship was dead. Though it was a relief in some ways, it had also made the week since then more difficult.
Max felt his phone buzz and pulled it out. His best friend Mike had been trying to get him to go to an under twenty-one club with a bunch of other friends. He
claimed the girls were hot, horny, and easy. He had already told him he couldn't go tonight, but Mike wasn't taking no for an answer. How many different ways had he already said "no," Max thought, glancing through the messages.
Mike: c'mon, ditch the fam, u need to get laid.
Max: promised I'd be here.
Mike: did I tell you about the hot blonde I f'ed last time?
Mike: there's lots of girls like that!
Max: wish I could, I need it.
Mike: Dude, then ditch the fam.
Max: Can't, sorry.
Max looked at his latest text and had to
smile. Mike was relentless and had a single-minded devotion to sex. Not that he blamed him.
Mike: I'm tellin u, you'll have girls all over u!
Max sighed and again said no and told him he needed to go. He turned off his phone, put it back into his pocket, and finished setting out eight napkins. When he noticed the place card in front of the final table setting, he frowned. The problem, he mused, as he folded the napkin, and slid it under Mel's fork, is that he was going to be with a really hot girl for a few days. Not just really hot, easily the hottest girl he had ever seen or been around. She was amazing, and
Max felt his cock twitch as an image of Mel from a family pool party last summer flashed through his mind. But there were two problems: she was technically family, a cousin brought into the family when his aunt remarried and, more importantly, she was a royal bitch.
It made no sense to him why they never got along, but their animosity seemed to grow with every family gathering. He knew he should try to be nicer, but he always felt a seething torrent of emotions overwhelm him whenever she was near him: guilt, lust, and anger were the main ones.
"They're here!" Max's mom sang out from the living room.
"OK," Max called, mentally preparing himself for what was to come. He silently vowed he wouldn't check out her tits or ass, he would always look her in the eyes and focus on her stunningly pretty face and long thick hair, and brown eyes, and if he were lucky, she would be wearing a plunging neckline that showed off—
Max shook his head quickly and angrily. No! He wasn't going to think that way. He was going to be polite and friendly. He moved through the living room, following the little cousins outside and noticed at once the van coming to a stop in the driveway.
He caught his breath at the sight of his stunning cousin through the window,
and despite all his best intentions, noticed immediately the top of her boobs visible from the shirt she was wearing. God she was so hot; how was he going to stand it? And then, catching her eye, he saw the smirk on her lips, and like a switch being thrown, he felt a jolt of irritation move through him. What a bitch, he thought to himself, trying to imagine how he was going to manage the next few days jostling between desire for and anger at his hot and bitchy cousin.
* * * * *
Mel noticed that Max was being icily polite to her all that afternoon and all throughout dinner. They were, of course,
sitting next to each other. The older adults loved the idea of Max the 20 year old and Mel the 19 year old who had suddenly become cousins and who were now best friends, and gave them plenty of opportunity to be together. She did her best to be equally civil to Max, though she was still a boiling mess inside of desire and irritation.
She wondered where his supposed girlfriend was. No one said anything about her, and she certainly wasn't going to ask Max. She knew he would talk up their relationship and suggest somehow that Mel was a loser because she didn't have a long term boyfriend. As if she wanted one! And the idea that Max was
somehow better than she was at relationships really irritated her. By the time the little cousins had she and Max on the ground, roughhousing after dinner, she had gotten herself into a furious state at the idea that Max was not talking about the girlfriend so she would ask and then he could rub it in her face.
And then she got really angry when it was obvious to her that Max was checking her out as they gave rides to the little cousins on their backs walking around the living room on all fours. Who did he think he was, perving on her when he already had a girlfriend? Was he really desiring her, longing to see and
touch her. Was he imagining that he was on top of her, penetrating her over and over, his dreamy green eyes centimeters above her own, his chest smashing her boobs and his lips pressed against hers. Or maybe, since he was watching her crawl around on all fours, he was imagining taking her from behind and calling out her name as he—
"Ha ha ha!" she said loudly to the two kids on her back in order to redirect her wandering mind, "isn't this fun?"
"Yeah!" they replied, "let's get Max."
"Yeah!" she agreed, a little savagely, "let's get Max."
Angry that Max would even think such things—and she was absolutely certain
that he was—Mel looked for opportunities to "get Max" repeatedly. Several times Mel "accidentally" slammed a knee or a foot onto Max's hands and one time, when he was trying to slip by her in a race, with cousins screaming all around them, she kicked him hard in the thigh.
"Ouch! Damn—" Max hissed.
"Language!" Mel whispered sweetly in return, though she was sure from the grimace he gave her that he understood very well that her feelings were anything but sweet.
By the time they were done, Max was not looking pleased, and when his mother spoke to him, he eagerly jumped
to his feet and headed into the kitchen. Mel remained on the floor for a few more minutes, absentmindedly playing with the cousins. She was angry with Max for mentally ravishing her, and she was angry with Max for having some stupid girlfriend, and she was guilty for thinking these thoughts, and most of all she was angry with herself for, once again, allowing herself to be such a bitch to her smoking hot cousin.
* * * * *
Max tackled the dishes eagerly and vigorously. Hot water streamed into the sink, and he was soon scrubbing and scouring serving dishes and cooking dishes and anything else he could attack
with soap and water. He was happy to have something to do with his hands.
Mel! Damn her! She had actually been trying to hurt him. What the hell was wrong with her? Max scrubbed and scrubbed, all the while fuming about his cousin. Yes, he admitted to himself, he had failed miserably; he had been perving on her from the moment they got on the floor. God, she was so hot! How was he supposed to not notice when she was on all fours, her tits hanging below her body and her bottom and shapely legs right at eye level? And that one time when he was behind her, and she was crawling on all fours in front of him? Oh my God, her ass was...yeah, it
was amazing.
On top of everything else, whatever perfume she was wearing was driving him crazy. It was light and sweet and only increased his desire to do many, many naughty things with her.
So, he shouldn't have been doing that, and maybe Mel realized that he had been mentally ravishing her. Maybe—or maybe she was just being her normal bitchy self. Honestly, he couldn't figure her out. She seemed like a perfectly reasonable and fun person, and he could imagine them having fun together. No, he quickly redirected his mind, not that kind of fun. But still...he thought, damn... He smiled to himself thinking what Mike
would say about Mel if he ever saw her. And suddenly the idea of Mike hitting on Mel and Mel coming on to Mike put him in an even fouler mood and caused him to swear mentally that he would never allow Mike to see or come near Mel.
"Your mom sent me to help you. Apparently she thinks you're a loser in the kitchen."
Surprised, Max turned to see Mel, hands on her hips and smirking at him. He tried really hard not to allow his eyes to wander, but he may have taken a little peak at the mounds straining against her snug t-shirt.
"I got it covered, so you can go back out there."
"Doubtful," she snorted, picking up a serving spoon from the drying rack. "This one isn't clean. See?"
Mel dumped it into the sink, splashing soapy water onto his pants.
And now she laughed. "Oh, too bad. Looks like you wet your pants."
This was juvenile and stupid, and Max was really getting angry. He grabbed the sink with two hands, mentally counted to five, then whirled on his cousin.
"Why are you always such a bitch?"
"Ooh, watch that language, pretty boy. I'm gonna tell your Momma."
"Fuck you!"
"I know you want to; all the boys do."
"And no doubt you let them."
"No I don't! I'm not a slut!"
Max rolled his eyes. "Whatever Melissa."
"Of course, that doesn't stop you. I've seen the way you perv on my boobs. You think I don't notice?"
"Dream on."
"It's no wonder you don't talk about this girlfriend of yours—unless you made her up—your too busy being a sicko who's always dreaming about his cousin."
"I didn't make her up, and you're not my cousin." Dumb, dumb, dumb! Max silently cursed. Why did I say that? Now she's going to—
"So that's what you tell yourself when you're jacking off and thinking about me, isn't it?"
Melissa started stroking an imaginary cock in front of her crotch and deepened her voice to imitate Max speaking:
"Ooh she's so sexy, but that makes me feel guilty cause she's my cousin. Hey, she's not really my cousin, she's a step-cousin. Groan, groan, groan..."
Melissa ended up smirking and laughing at Max while continuing to stroke her imaginary cock.
"Your just a pathetic sicko, did you know that? What will your parents say if they find out their son wants to fuck sweet, little Melissa."
Max snorted and threw his dish towel on the counter.
"You're full of shit."
Melissa pointed at Max and then made an "L" with the same hand against her forehead.
"Yep, that's my cousin. A big, fat loser."
Max glared at Melissa with her smirk, willing himself not to glance down at her heaving chest and the upper part of her breasts.
"Alright, fine! Do you want me to admit I think your hot? Fine, I think your hot. You're probably the hottest girl I've ever seen."
Whoa, did she just blush? Max paused for a moment. Nah, she's probably just getting red in the face because I'm pissing her off.
"So, yeah, you've got an amazing body,"
Max hissed in a whisper. "And I believe you when you talk about all your boyfriends. I bet guys line up to feel your tits or taste your pussy. And when you tell a guy to kiss your ass I bet he drops to his knees and smashes his face between your beautiful, round cheeks."
Melissa's eyes flashed and her cheeks definitely got red. "Max, you—"
"But you know what?" Max continued. "I also bet the reason why you've had so many boyfriends is your such a bitch and your personality really sucks. How many times have you been dumped, you whore? How many times?"
"I am not a whore!" she hissed. "But you, you're a pathetic perv! You jack off
thinking about my ass don't you, perv? How many of your friends know that you want to feel your cousin's titties? I bet that every time you fuck your 'girlfriend'"—and she said the word as if Candice had always been imaginary—"you think about me, don't you? As she squirms with pleasure beneath you and as you pin her down, grinding against her body and thrusting into her over and over, you imagine it's my voice screaming your name and my hands tousling your hair and my body bucking beneath you."
"In your dreams!"
"Ha! That's your ultimate fantasy, isn't it loser? That I daydream about fucking my tall, intelligent, model-like cousin."
At that moment, Max's Aunt Sally, Mel's step-mom, walked into the kitchen.
"Oh good, you're doing dishes together."
She gave Mel a little side hug and then smiled at Max. "You certainly have turned into quite the handsome young man."
Max smiled and thanked her, all the while willing himself not to catch Melissa's eye. Aunt Sally turned to her step-daughter and continued without breaking a stride.
"It's too bad he's off limits, isn't it, sweetheart? He would be quite a catch."
Max smiled again, still not catching Mel's eye though he desperately wanted to gloat.
"Oh and Max, I'm sorry to hear about your breakup. What was that girl Candice thinking, dumping you like that? Well, at least you two can commiserate together. Mel can't seem to keep a boyfriend at all."
Max and Mel both wore plastic smiles, studiously avoiding looking at each other and watching the woman with them.
"Well, finish up the dishes quickly. We want to take some family photos in the living
Mel looked up from her phone and out the windshield.
"Oh, just a friend," she replied, grateful that her driving step mom couldn't actually read what was on her screen.
"Not another boyfriend, I hope."
Mel rolled her eyes. "Come on..."
"Honestly, you had how many boyfriends this year?"
Mel looked out the window on her right. Always the same conversation with Sally.
"Only two, really.""Hmm...Well, I hope you've been safe."
Now that was a loaded statement. Of course, it wasn't as loaded as some of the guys she'd been with in the past year, and the vivid memories flashing
through her mind made her squirm slightly in her seat. Not now, she thought to herself. The last thing I need right now is to start juicing myself when I can't even jill off.
"I know, I know..." she muttered, still looking out the window.
"You remember what your father said, right? If you get pregnant—"
"I'm not going to get pregnant, and you know why," Mel said, glancing at her step-mother.
"It's unlikely, but still..."
Suddenly distracted by her driving, Sally never finished her statement. Mel looked down when her phone buzzed in her lap and saw that Chase had sent another
message. Mel looked over their conversation so far and had to smile:
Chase: Hey girl, where are u?
Mel: driving with the family
Chase: ooh, gonna see the hot cuz?
Mel: [eye rolling emoticon]
Chase: I'd totally do him if I were u
Mel: He's such a jerk
Chase: yeah but he's a hot jerk and not really your cuz
Mel: you're f'ed up, girlfriend
Chase: ooh, I need it bad too.
Chase: totally wish your hot bod was here right now.
Mel: Told you, i'm not bi.
Chase: oh you will be when you taste me!
Mel: eew
Chase: you let guys cum in your mouth, that's eew
Mel had to stifle a laugh when she read her latest text. Chase was the biggest sex freak she knew, and she had definitely let more guys cum in her mouth than she ever had—more than any girl she knew. And when she wasn't going on about boys she was talking about girls. She was a total freak.
She felt her phone buzz again; Chase must have gotten tired of waiting for her to respond.
Chase: send me a pic of your face w/ his cum, k?
Mel: Not gonna happen!!
Chase: Whatevs, have fun, I know u will [winking emoticon].
Looking up, Mel noticed they were only a few minutes from their destination. She sent one final farewell text to Chase, closed her messenger, and looked out the windshield again. She missed Chase a lot. They had hit it off almost immediately when they met in August and had done a lot of crazy stuff together during their first academic year. And next year they would be room-mates; she could only imagine the fun and trouble they would get in.
Mel would so much rather be spending a summer holiday with Chase and her family than where she was going. Oh,
she didn't mind most of her step-family. Everyone was really nice to her and the little cousins were cute and fun. The problem was the other cousin: Max.
She grimaced. A mental picture of her step-cousin flashed through her mind, and mental images of Max weren't really the problem. Or maybe they were exactly the problem because Max was hot. Really hot. Truth is, he looked like a model—perfect teeth and smile, dreamy green eyes, dark hair that was always a little disheveled, and just the right amount of muscle. When she showed pics of her messed up family to friends at college, all her friends, especially Chase, would grab at her phone to drool over
Max.
So he was definitely fun to look at; the problem with her cousin was that he really was a total jerk. Mel sighed. That probably wasn't fair. She was really bitchy toward him, and it had always been like this. Why? Why had they had never gotten along? Almost from the first time they met, their bickering had started and every time they were together they picked up where they had left off.
And that wasn't the worst of it. The worst of it was that she felt so turned on when around him, and she knew he was always checking her out. She was used to that. Chase always told her she was
curvalicious, and she knew she had the goods—long, thick dirty blonde hair, boobs, butt, and legs—that turned guys' heads. But it really annoyed her that Max drooled over her as much as any guy while pretending that he wasn't interested. He had a girlfriend, or so she had heard, but he still looked. There was just this weird sexual tension between them that kept escalating every time they were together. And now they were going to be together for a few days.
We're gonna either kill each other fuck each other silly, Mel thought darkly. And wouldn't it be awesome if it made him lose his girlfriend? Ha! That would be—
She shook her head slightly to banish
that thought and wondered again why was she always such a bitch around him. It would be terrible if she were the cause of Max's breakup; she wouldn't want to do that to him, even if he was a total jerk.
They pulled into the driveway and all the little cousins squirmed through the front door of the house and onto the porch. Mel smiled at the sight; they were definitely cute.
And then he walked out the door.
Max stood with his hands in his pockets, watching the cousins and their van drive up, looking impossibly hot. And just like that, Mel found a tidal wave of emotions crashing around her that left her a
boiling mess of desire, guilt, and anger. His smile faded when their eyes met, and she watched the expression on Max's face change from an amused smile to an intense look in his eyes when he noticed her and then, just like that, a smirk, probably matching the one on her own face, took over his handsome features.
Mel looked away, emotions seething inside her. Why must they always be mean to each other? She took a deep breath and decided she would try one last time. She would be nice; she would be polite; she would jump her cousin's hot body and—
No! She shook her head again as she reached for her purse. No: he's family.
"Are you OK Mel?"
Mel met her step-mom's eyes. "Yeah, just a little head ache, but I'm good."
"Do you need some Ibuprofen? Tylenol?"
"No, I'll be fine. Hugs from little cousins will help a lot," she said smiling at her.
Sally smiled in turn. "They really love you, don't they?"
"Oh, and how about hugs from big cousins too? There's Max!" she continued, climbing out of the van.
Mel sighed. "Yeah, there's Max," she muttered, and grabbed her door handle.
* * * * *
"Did you finish setting the table, Max?"
"Yeah, it's done," Max called from the living room.
"Napkins?"
Max sighed, pocketed his phone, and headed for the kitchen.
"Doing it right now," he called again.
He counted out the napkins: eight for the kid's table and nine...no eight...for the adult's table. It was supposed to be nine, but all that changed a few weeks ago when he and Candice had finally both admitted the inevitable—their relationship was dead. Though it was a relief in some ways, it had also made the week since then more difficult.
Max felt his phone buzz and pulled it out. His best friend Mike had been trying to get him to go to an under twenty-one club with a bunch of other friends. He
claimed the girls were hot, horny, and easy. He had already told him he couldn't go tonight, but Mike wasn't taking no for an answer. How many different ways had he already said "no," Max thought, glancing through the messages.
Mike: c'mon, ditch the fam, u need to get laid.
Max: promised I'd be here.
Mike: did I tell you about the hot blonde I f'ed last time?
Mike: there's lots of girls like that!
Max: wish I could, I need it.
Mike: Dude, then ditch the fam.
Max: Can't, sorry.
Max looked at his latest text and had to
smile. Mike was relentless and had a single-minded devotion to sex. Not that he blamed him.
Mike: I'm tellin u, you'll have girls all over u!
Max sighed and again said no and told him he needed to go. He turned off his phone, put it back into his pocket, and finished setting out eight napkins. When he noticed the place card in front of the final table setting, he frowned. The problem, he mused, as he folded the napkin, and slid it under Mel's fork, is that he was going to be with a really hot girl for a few days. Not just really hot, easily the hottest girl he had ever seen or been around. She was amazing, and
Max felt his cock twitch as an image of Mel from a family pool party last summer flashed through his mind. But there were two problems: she was technically family, a cousin brought into the family when his aunt remarried and, more importantly, she was a royal bitch.
It made no sense to him why they never got along, but their animosity seemed to grow with every family gathering. He knew he should try to be nicer, but he always felt a seething torrent of emotions overwhelm him whenever she was near him: guilt, lust, and anger were the main ones.
"They're here!" Max's mom sang out from the living room.
"OK," Max called, mentally preparing himself for what was to come. He silently vowed he wouldn't check out her tits or ass, he would always look her in the eyes and focus on her stunningly pretty face and long thick hair, and brown eyes, and if he were lucky, she would be wearing a plunging neckline that showed off—
Max shook his head quickly and angrily. No! He wasn't going to think that way. He was going to be polite and friendly. He moved through the living room, following the little cousins outside and noticed at once the van coming to a stop in the driveway.
He caught his breath at the sight of his stunning cousin through the window,
and despite all his best intentions, noticed immediately the top of her boobs visible from the shirt she was wearing. God she was so hot; how was he going to stand it? And then, catching her eye, he saw the smirk on her lips, and like a switch being thrown, he felt a jolt of irritation move through him. What a bitch, he thought to himself, trying to imagine how he was going to manage the next few days jostling between desire for and anger at his hot and bitchy cousin.
* * * * *
Mel noticed that Max was being icily polite to her all that afternoon and all throughout dinner. They were, of course,
sitting next to each other. The older adults loved the idea of Max the 20 year old and Mel the 19 year old who had suddenly become cousins and who were now best friends, and gave them plenty of opportunity to be together. She did her best to be equally civil to Max, though she was still a boiling mess inside of desire and irritation.
She wondered where his supposed girlfriend was. No one said anything about her, and she certainly wasn't going to ask Max. She knew he would talk up their relationship and suggest somehow that Mel was a loser because she didn't have a long term boyfriend. As if she wanted one! And the idea that Max was
somehow better than she was at relationships really irritated her. By the time the little cousins had she and Max on the ground, roughhousing after dinner, she had gotten herself into a furious state at the idea that Max was not talking about the girlfriend so she would ask and then he could rub it in her face.
And then she got really angry when it was obvious to her that Max was checking her out as they gave rides to the little cousins on their backs walking around the living room on all fours. Who did he think he was, perving on her when he already had a girlfriend? Was he really desiring her, longing to see and
touch her. Was he imagining that he was on top of her, penetrating her over and over, his dreamy green eyes centimeters above her own, his chest smashing her boobs and his lips pressed against hers. Or maybe, since he was watching her crawl around on all fours, he was imagining taking her from behind and calling out her name as he—
"Ha ha ha!" she said loudly to the two kids on her back in order to redirect her wandering mind, "isn't this fun?"
"Yeah!" they replied, "let's get Max."
"Yeah!" she agreed, a little savagely, "let's get Max."
Angry that Max would even think such things—and she was absolutely certain
that he was—Mel looked for opportunities to "get Max" repeatedly. Several times Mel "accidentally" slammed a knee or a foot onto Max's hands and one time, when he was trying to slip by her in a race, with cousins screaming all around them, she kicked him hard in the thigh.
"Ouch! Damn—" Max hissed.
"Language!" Mel whispered sweetly in return, though she was sure from the grimace he gave her that he understood very well that her feelings were anything but sweet.
By the time they were done, Max was not looking pleased, and when his mother spoke to him, he eagerly jumped
to his feet and headed into the kitchen. Mel remained on the floor for a few more minutes, absentmindedly playing with the cousins. She was angry with Max for mentally ravishing her, and she was angry with Max for having some stupid girlfriend, and she was guilty for thinking these thoughts, and most of all she was angry with herself for, once again, allowing herself to be such a bitch to her smoking hot cousin.
* * * * *
Max tackled the dishes eagerly and vigorously. Hot water streamed into the sink, and he was soon scrubbing and scouring serving dishes and cooking dishes and anything else he could attack
with soap and water. He was happy to have something to do with his hands.
Mel! Damn her! She had actually been trying to hurt him. What the hell was wrong with her? Max scrubbed and scrubbed, all the while fuming about his cousin. Yes, he admitted to himself, he had failed miserably; he had been perving on her from the moment they got on the floor. God, she was so hot! How was he supposed to not notice when she was on all fours, her tits hanging below her body and her bottom and shapely legs right at eye level? And that one time when he was behind her, and she was crawling on all fours in front of him? Oh my God, her ass was...yeah, it
was amazing.
On top of everything else, whatever perfume she was wearing was driving him crazy. It was light and sweet and only increased his desire to do many, many naughty things with her.
So, he shouldn't have been doing that, and maybe Mel realized that he had been mentally ravishing her. Maybe—or maybe she was just being her normal bitchy self. Honestly, he couldn't figure her out. She seemed like a perfectly reasonable and fun person, and he could imagine them having fun together. No, he quickly redirected his mind, not that kind of fun. But still...he thought, damn... He smiled to himself thinking what Mike
would say about Mel if he ever saw her. And suddenly the idea of Mike hitting on Mel and Mel coming on to Mike put him in an even fouler mood and caused him to swear mentally that he would never allow Mike to see or come near Mel.
"Your mom sent me to help you. Apparently she thinks you're a loser in the kitchen."
Surprised, Max turned to see Mel, hands on her hips and smirking at him. He tried really hard not to allow his eyes to wander, but he may have taken a little peak at the mounds straining against her snug t-shirt.
"I got it covered, so you can go back out there."
"Doubtful," she snorted, picking up a serving spoon from the drying rack. "This one isn't clean. See?"
Mel dumped it into the sink, splashing soapy water onto his pants.
And now she laughed. "Oh, too bad. Looks like you wet your pants."
This was juvenile and stupid, and Max was really getting angry. He grabbed the sink with two hands, mentally counted to five, then whirled on his cousin.
"Why are you always such a bitch?"
"Ooh, watch that language, pretty boy. I'm gonna tell your Momma."
"Fuck you!"
"I know you want to; all the boys do."
"And no doubt you let them."
"No I don't! I'm not a slut!"
Max rolled his eyes. "Whatever Melissa."
"Of course, that doesn't stop you. I've seen the way you perv on my boobs. You think I don't notice?"
"Dream on."
"It's no wonder you don't talk about this girlfriend of yours—unless you made her up—your too busy being a sicko who's always dreaming about his cousin."
"I didn't make her up, and you're not my cousin." Dumb, dumb, dumb! Max silently cursed. Why did I say that? Now she's going to—
"So that's what you tell yourself when you're jacking off and thinking about me, isn't it?"
Melissa started stroking an imaginary cock in front of her crotch and deepened her voice to imitate Max speaking:
"Ooh she's so sexy, but that makes me feel guilty cause she's my cousin. Hey, she's not really my cousin, she's a step-cousin. Groan, groan, groan..."
Melissa ended up smirking and laughing at Max while continuing to stroke her imaginary cock.
"Your just a pathetic sicko, did you know that? What will your parents say if they find out their son wants to fuck sweet, little Melissa."
Max snorted and threw his dish towel on the counter.
"You're full of shit."
Melissa pointed at Max and then made an "L" with the same hand against her forehead.
"Yep, that's my cousin. A big, fat loser."
Max glared at Melissa with her smirk, willing himself not to glance down at her heaving chest and the upper part of her breasts.
"Alright, fine! Do you want me to admit I think your hot? Fine, I think your hot. You're probably the hottest girl I've ever seen."
Whoa, did she just blush? Max paused for a moment. Nah, she's probably just getting red in the face because I'm pissing her off.
"So, yeah, you've got an amazing body,"
Max hissed in a whisper. "And I believe you when you talk about all your boyfriends. I bet guys line up to feel your tits or taste your pussy. And when you tell a guy to kiss your ass I bet he drops to his knees and smashes his face between your beautiful, round cheeks."
Melissa's eyes flashed and her cheeks definitely got red. "Max, you—"
"But you know what?" Max continued. "I also bet the reason why you've had so many boyfriends is your such a bitch and your personality really sucks. How many times have you been dumped, you whore? How many times?"
"I am not a whore!" she hissed. "But you, you're a pathetic perv! You jack off
thinking about my ass don't you, perv? How many of your friends know that you want to feel your cousin's titties? I bet that every time you fuck your 'girlfriend'"—and she said the word as if Candice had always been imaginary—"you think about me, don't you? As she squirms with pleasure beneath you and as you pin her down, grinding against her body and thrusting into her over and over, you imagine it's my voice screaming your name and my hands tousling your hair and my body bucking beneath you."
"In your dreams!"
"Ha! That's your ultimate fantasy, isn't it loser? That I daydream about fucking my tall, intelligent, model-like cousin."
At that moment, Max's Aunt Sally, Mel's step-mom, walked into the kitchen.
"Oh good, you're doing dishes together."
She gave Mel a little side hug and then smiled at Max. "You certainly have turned into quite the handsome young man."
Max smiled and thanked her, all the while willing himself not to catch Melissa's eye. Aunt Sally turned to her step-daughter and continued without breaking a stride.
"It's too bad he's off limits, isn't it, sweetheart? He would be quite a catch."
Max smiled again, still not catching Mel's eye though he desperately wanted to gloat.
"Oh and Max, I'm sorry to hear about your breakup. What was that girl Candice thinking, dumping you like that? Well, at least you two can commiserate together. Mel can't seem to keep a boyfriend at all."
Max and Mel both wore plastic smiles, studiously avoiding looking at each other and watching the woman with them.
"Well, finish up the dishes quickly. We want to take some family photos in the living
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