What's the phrase? 'Kissing cousins'?

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Jack was excited, to say the least. An only child, he was blessed with the fact that he had several cousins near his age. One was coming for a visit this summer, for nearly two months. She was older than him but that didn't really register to him. A lonely sixteen year old was always desperate for attention from his peers. He was, sternly, instructed to look 'nice' today and Jack certainly tried his best. He'd combed his dark hair but it was too curly to lie flat. His skin was pale and clean (he'd taken care to scrub while showering) and he wore clothing that wasn't bleach stained, torn or simply stained, a polo shirt and blue jeans.

His cousin was to arrive today, any moment now, in fact. He paced up and down the stairs, filled with restless energy. His short, lithe form was nearly shaking with nervous excitement. Or even, something more. . .
His parents had been cooking and generally readying the house to accommodate a guest. The guestroom had to be cleaned out, stocked with towels and other bathroom essentials. Now Jack was having a hard time waiting to hear a car to pull up and drive off.

It didn't take that long to get here from the airport.
What if she changed her mind?
Maybe the cab driver was a creepy psycho and his cousin was trapped?
Maybe Jack was insane.
He was certainly driving himself towards the edge.

 

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Jack left his room at a near fun when he heard the bell ring. He nearly tripped down the stairs trying to act out the contradiction of slowing himself down without losing speed. He very nearly ran face first into the door. He jerked open the the door and took in his cousin. It had been quite a while since he'd last seen here. She was just as pretty as she was the last time but a different kind of beauty hung about her. Jillian was even more of a woman now than she had been six years ago and Jack, mollified a bit by the fact, was still quite a bit shorter than her. He'd been hoping he'd simply misjudged her height.

Then again, Jack had gotten the short genes from the family.
His cousin's eyes were so bright blue they captured his attention and Jack was glad of that. . .
They kept him from looking. . . Never mind.

"Hey, Jill! Com-come in," Jack stuttered, suddenly realizing that he was staring at his cousin's face. . .
He moved aside to allow her in and brought in one of the bags that the driver had left just outside the door.

 

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"Little man?" Jack retorted with mock indignation but he did hug her tightly back before rather quickly letting go. He picked up two of the bags and decided he could come back down and get the last one. They weren't quite heavy, not as heavy as he thought they would be. What he remembered of Jillian was that she liked to be prepared for any situation, occasion and mishap when it came to clothing. Then again, he hadn't seen her in some time. They must have felt much heavier then.

"Starting? I'm a year into it, Jill," Jack spoke a little caustically. He was getting tired of people thinking he was a freshman, "But I hear you're starting schooling up again." He deposited the first two suitcases in the guest room, to one side of the door before getting the last.
This one was felt curiously heavier than the others.
He wondered what could be in it.

"Want to start unpacking now? I'll help. Or do you need anything? Water? Juice?"
Jack was going through the mental list of all things to offer a guest.

 

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"Probably," Jack shrugged, "It has been a long time, hasn't Jill?" He had picked up the curious case. The fact that it was heavier than the other two had piqued his inquisitive nature and he set out to satisfy his questions himself. He opened it up and was greeted by clothing. He began removing clothing so that it could be put away. There was a lot of clothing in this one, which, Jack thought, explained why it had felt heavier than the other two. Until his hand found something that obviously not clothing.

It was a dildo but curiously, it had straps as if one would. . . wear it.
Jack stared at the thing, wondering if he should say something about it.
He quickly pushed it in a corner of the suitcase and decided that he wouldn't say a thing about it.
But he'd keep an eye on Jill.
He hoped she hadn't noticed he saw that thing.

Jack didn't look any deeper in the suitcase, speculating that it was probably filled with all kinds of things he'd only heard about.
Better not find them.

"Mom's been good, she was excited to have another woman in the house," Jack replied a little quickly, "She despairs that me and Dad don't understand what she does sometimes. . ."

 

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Jack was only too glad to leave the room, which he did almost immediately. That look in her eyes was almost frightening. But Jack was trying to deal with what he saw in that case. What was Jillian up to? And why did it seem so interesting? Jack scurried into his room before remembering that he should do down stairs and inform his parents that Jill was taking a nap. He was too distracted by that. . . thing.
He'd never seen a strap on before.

He'd heard one described, when his friends would try to outrage strangers by talking about various raunchy topics.
Someone had brought up the issue of strap ons.
They'd been kicked out of the diner before two sentences had been spoken.

Jack sat in his room.
He had to find out more about Jill and the reason why she kept that sort of thing with her.
He'd follow her wherever she went, if she did go anywhere.

 

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During dinner, Jillian ignored him. She knew he had seen something but she didn't know what he'd seen. Jack knew asking her about it would only make her angry and didn't see any point in telling his parents about it. Not that they would believe him, anyway. Jillian was the star-child of the family, being the oldest. Unless he had infallible proof that Jillian wasn't exactly the perfect woman, he'd simply get in trouble. But Jack didn't want to get Jillian in trouble, anyway. He ate only a little, watching her out of the corner of his eye. She seemed distracted, saying only a few words to his parents. . .

Then she excused herself.
Jack, after letting a few minutes pass, did the same.
Jack sat just outside his room, ostensibly 'reading' a book.
He heard snatches of her conversation.

What an interesting little talk.
Jack knew he had to follow her tonight.
It might be very important.

He sneaked out of the house in order to follow Jillian as she went on her way.
Curious clothing she was wearing, all leather and silver. . .