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kissing cousin

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nladisha

Supernova
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my house
Xavier always got a giddy feeling when he went to visit his cousin. She was almost 6 years older than him, and stunningly beautiful. He'd had a crush on her since he was 8 years old. She was always so nice and friendly. Xavier found himself comparing every girl he met to her.

Xavier himself was a handsome boy. At 18, going on 19, he retained a large portion of his boyish charm, though he did show some signs of maturing into a man. He had jet black hair, neatly tanned skin, and a sleek, athletically toned body. Today, as he happened to be in the area where his cousin lived, he decided to pay her a visit. She lived off on her own these days, rather than at her annoying mother's house. It made visits with her a little more tolerable. Xavier could spend more time with her than with his overbearing aunt. He pulled into his cousin's apartment complex, and headed up to her flat. He gingerly knocked on the door.​
 
Analise loved her job, but it had been a particularly long day. She worked downtown at a gym as a personal trainer. Normally she didn't mind her work; she usually spent her days with middle aged housewives determined to save their marriages and older men determined to get themselves healthy. People who actually wanted to be there. But that day she had been forced to end her day with one of her pickiest clients. She was a young girl, still in her teens, from the wealthiest family in town. Never in her life had Ana met such a terrible person. It was a hell of a way to end her day, and she had left the gym in such a terrible mood that she forgot all about her cousin coming to visit.

As soon as she got home, the first thing she did was hop in the shower. The steam and the hot water just seemed to melt everything away. Her stress, her bad day, the tenseness in her body... it was all gone. Once out of the shower, she slipped on a pair of shorts she'd cut and resewn from yoga pants and slipped on a cami, not caring that her body was still wet. When there was a knock at her door, she half expected it to be one of her neighbors, and she was surprised to see it was Xavier. "Hey," she said, greeting him warmly as she dried her hair with a towel, "I completely forgot you were coming." She stepped aside to let him in.​
 
"Hey, Ana!" Xavier said with a smile on his face. Analise looked very nice today. Her tight clothing hugged her body so perfectly, Xavier could see the fine definition of her muscles. Part of what had formed Xavier's crush on his cousin was the fact she was so fit and active. And had a nicely shaped body. He gave her a warm, friendly hug, like he usually did.

"So how are things going with you?"​
 
"Despite today's mishap? I'm fine. Everything's fine." She was about to leave it at that when she realized that might confuse him. "Oh, some preteen at work today called me a bitch. Apparently I was trying to sabotage her workout because 'I'm old and jealous that she gets more dick' than I do," she said with an eye roll and a laugh. It wasn't often she had the pleasure of working with spoiled brats, but it was entertaining. Sometimes. She smiled over at her cousin, not really feeling all that uncomfortable in front of him in what she was wearing. She'd been in less clothing in front of complete strangers; she was most comfortable working out in just shorts and a sports bra. "How are you doing?" she asked, not wanting to dwell on the subject of her bad day.
 
Xavier didn't know how Ana could not get more dick than a flat little preteen. He wasn't even hugging her that tightly, and he could feel her ample bosom pushing back at him. Ana's soft breasts were a nice contrast to the rest of her hard body. Xavier didn't want to let go, but he knew he had to, least he start getting creepy.

"I'm doing fine," he told her. "I just hate college. It's so dull and boring. I never quite got over that senior-itis I got last year in high school. If I could just find a comfortable job I could hang on to till I retire, I'd be happy." He gave a sigh, and leaned casually agianst the wall of the entryway.​
 
"You say that now, but when you're thirty and making less than forty grand a year you're going to regret it." It was sad how no one could succeed nowadays without going to school. Hell she'd to go to school and she worked out for a living. "Stay in school, don't make me come after you," she said, trying to be threatening; it wasn't working. She walked into the kitchen after closing and locking the door, her breasts bouncing slightly as she went. The cami offered some support but not much. "You hungry? I can make you something to eat." She glanced over at Xavier and waited for a response. It was amazing how he jad grown up right in front of her eyes. He really was coming into his own and developing into a handsome young man.​
 
Xavier smiled to himself as he remembered Ana "coming after him". He'd always enjoyed wrestling with her, until age and maturity made those games impractical. He watched her breasts shake as she walked over to the kitchen. He followed her over.

"No, I'm fine," he said. "I'm not that demanding. So you had a little teen bitch to train today, huh? One of those anerexic spoiled rich bitches, like Paris Hilton, who can't even lift an ounce of weight? What was she even doing there anyway?"​
 
"Who the fuck knows," Ana said with a shrug. She opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, taking a sip before offering some to him. "All I know was that she was a real pain in the ass. And I get to train her again next week. I wanted to slap her so bad. But I didn't. Next week she might not be so lucky." Leaning up against the counter, she smiled over at him, "Was there nothing exciting going on this weekend? Surely there's more interesting things you could be doing than visiting me." It wasn't that Ana considered herself to be a boring person. She had just figured that once he went off to college, he would start spending all his time at parties and chasing after girls. She really couldn't complain, though. She loved his visits.​
 
"No, nothing too exciting," admitted Xavier. "I know you hear all about parties and stuff in college, but in truth, only the frat houses and sororities have those. Us normal people spend weekends studying, going home, sleeping, or pretending to party until we're too drunk and stoned to much of anything. You're at least fun. You always were fun." Xavier walked up alongside Ana, and draped an arm over her. He liked how soft and warm she felt to his touch.​
 
Ana was a bit surprised, "Really? When I went to college all anyone ever did was party." Then again, she had decided to go to an infamous party school. It was a wonder she passed. She smiled brightly when his arm wrapped around her and she nudged him playfully, "Way to put pressure on me. Now I have to make sure I'm always on my game." Then she had an idea. "You know what would be fun? Twister. We should totally play."​
 
Xavier laughed at Ana's suggestion. The thought tickled him. He'd seen enough movies to know what happened when coeds played Twister. But Ana was an adult, and this was real life, not a movie. Besides, they always had wrestled when they were younger. Not to mention, the notion of entangling himself with a beautiful woman possessing such a strong, supple body and big, swollen tits was enough to make Xavier's day any time.

"That'd be a great idea," he said. "I always enjoyed playing games with you."​
 
She was excited that he agreed to play. It had been so long since she had played twister. Of course, when she usually played, the game often led to something more but she knew that it most likely would just be an innocent game with Xavier. In her mind he was still a sweet little boy. She couldn't stand the though of him all grown up and doing... things with girls. Or maybe it was jealousy. She wasn't quite sure which. "Well, let's make it a bit more interesting, shall we? Add in some stakes?" With her friends, it usually turned into a game of strip twister. It always got to the point where they would purposefully knock her down just to get her to take something off. She was a flexible person; she didn't blame them for getting a little upset that she always beat them.​
 
"Sure, why not?" Xavier thought adding a little excitment would be fun and unique. He'd never heard of adding stakes to a game like Twister, but then again, you could make any game a game with stakes. And besides, ​
Ana was usually quite creative. He wanted to hear what she had in mind for them.
 
Ana pursed her lips in thought, "Hmm... Well my friends and I usually play strip twister. We take off a piece of clothing every time we fall. Whoever loses all their clothes first loses. But that might be a bit... inappropriate for us. We could do shots every time we fall, but I really don't need your mother killing me. I don't know... It's up to you, you're the guest." She really just didn't want to make him uncomfortable. This was supposed to be fun.​
 
Xavier could almost see himself and Ana playing a game of strip twister. The thought tickled him. He would give anything to see his sexy cousin naked. He knew it was probably sick and wrong to think like that, but she was just such a beautiful woman, and he was a young man full of hormones... God he was disgusting.

"It doesn't really matter to me," he finally said. "I mean, I've never really played any games where we've had to do something as a penalty for loosing a round. But I wouldn't mind something new. Of course we could just play the usual way and see if we can untangle ourselves at the end." Even if they played fully clothed, Xavier still relished the thought of becoming entwined against Ana's soft, feminine body.​
 
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