Chapter 5: Sforzando

Waking up on time and hopping into the shower together was part of the plan. It was nice to soap each other up. Not having sex was part of the plan—until I could get some condoms, that is. But this, right now, was definitely not part of the plan. It wasn’t sex, no, but at the moment it was damn near close. We’d stumbled out of the shower, kissing, after I got stiff cleaning her off, and fell onto the bed together.

‘We still don’t have any condoms,’ I’d reminded her.

‘I know,’ she agreed, ‘but we won’t have sex. Not now. I promise.’ Then her lips were covering mine again, her tongue in my mouth, her still damp skin against my own as she lay on top of me, my erection flat against her slit, so if I pushed my hips up it rubbed along the creaminess of Carole’s pussy just a little.

‘I just want to touch you,’ she whispered in my head, sitting up so her pussy was instead mostly against my balls, hand wrapping firmly around the head of my cock, slick with our combined juices. She leaned back as her hand stroked me, gently rubbing her wet pussy against the base of my cock. And now, we are at the present, precisely at the second were Carole decided to stop stroking and simply use a hand to keep my penis up while she rubbed her slit along the whole length of it. The torture of knowing I couldn’t just stop and shove my dick inside her when I got too horny somehow turned me on further. I could feel her softness against me, feel her pussy drip onto me as we rubbed together, and it was agony knowing I couldn’t fuck her right now.

‘Holy shit, I want you, I moaned, nails beginning to dig into her hips as I got closer to cumming.

‘I want you, too, she whimpered, ‘so much. But you said it yourself—we can’t.’

It didn’t take long. I lost myself against her, my sperm getting messed up in her pink folds as she continued to wiggle against me for a minute until she cried out, and I could feel her pussy ripple against the base of my cock. It made my own orgasm extra strong—wishing I could be shoved deep inside her while she did that, while my cousin whimpered...

Carole and I had to leave the house through a shared back door that came up from the basement (it had it’s own door, with a lock, for the tenant’s privacy), but the back door opened on to Mrs. Murray’s kitchen, the elderly landlady. She was awake, doing the crossword with a cup of tea, and saw us at the back door, putting on our shoes.

‘Good morning,’ she said, with a small, knowing smile. ‘I guess your cousin couldn’t make it, Carole, dear?’

My cousin’s grin was sheepish, her cheeks heating, and she scratched her head, but replied without missing a beat. ‘Uhh, no, he couldn’t. This is my boyfriend, Mrs Murray ... Caleb.’

I glanced at her. Nothing surprised me anymore when it came to Carole.

‘It’s nice to meet you, Caleb,’ Mrs Murray said politely.

‘Yes, nice to meet you too.’

‘Hm. That’s strange.’ Carole frowned, bringing her cell phone back down from her ear and frowning at the screen. ‘They didn’t pick up. I left a voicemail, but ... it’s just weird. My mum should be up by now. Despite our little ... detour, it’s still early, but it is almost seven. She never sleeps that late. I wonder what’s going on.’

‘I don’t know. Maybe Dad and Auntie Jennie are taking advantage of having nobody at home to finally sleep in and pretend like they don’t ever do that. Or maybe they’re just out at the dog park with Bailey; neither of our parents ever sleep. And your mum always forgets her phone.’ I smiled at Carole, and she laughed.

‘You’re probably right,’ she said. ‘I’m being paranoid. I just thought I should let them know we were coming.’

‘Uh-huh,’ I said, sticking my tongue out at her as I pulled into the drive-thru of the coffee place. ‘What do you want, my sweet?’

‘Maybe we can surprise them,’ Carole said, with a wicked grin, when she saw the family SUV was still parked in the driveway as we pulled in.

‘Fine, you silly mouse,’ I said, suppressing a smile. ‘We’ll surprise them. Would you care to tell me your age, again, madam?’

She rolled her eyes, grinning at my quips, and gently punching my shoulder. ‘You’re never too old to be playful, Caleb. It’s people who think that who let the spark go out of life.’

‘You’re a beautiful dreamer,’ I said, and kissed her for a long moment. Then we realized perhaps we shouldn’t be doing that in plain sight from the windshield and several windows of the house and pulled apart abruptly like our kiss was suddenly burning us. We shared a worried glance and appraised the windows for any sign of being watched, and when we found none, relaxed.

‘I hate that feeling,’ I muttered. One of the only downsides to our relationship: the reality check. We were related by blood, and if our respective parents saw us kiss ... or someone else who knew our true relationship ... okay. In some places, it might be legal, to say the least, to marry and procreate with your cousin. But you still, I’m sure, get some really bad reactions from friends and family members ... hence, I’m would say, Carole’s main reasons for wanting to start over somewhere new with me, if we decided to go that way.