She was a second cousin. She was really hot, his age. What was he suppose to do? Not have sex with her?
“Condoms,” she said. “It isn’t real sex if we use condoms.”
There it was. At fifteen, he found that he was falling in love. Her skin, the way her hair smelled. That they were related. It meant something. It was a closeness few would realize. Then she came to the family cookout with her boyfriend? He pulled her aside after the corn-hole competition.
“What?”
“What? Really?”
“We are cousins,” she said. Like it was a bad thing.
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Title by: Anonymous
Story by: Jarvis
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This made me uncomfortable, which means it was good :-)