Shan moved in with us when he started university and began working a part time job. I sighed, it was right I guess, as much as I managed to keep myself strong these dark thoughts nagged at the back of my mind. I wondered if he could feel how hot I felt through my cotton leggings, I hoped I wasn’t getting too wet either as the tight fitting leggings certainly wont hide it. I remember a few times I moved purposefully trying to get his fingers to touch my nipples or the tip of his cock to barely touch my pussy, but he never did.
I remember one particular time we were both home alone, I was working on a university project in my room when he walked in. I battled with the the demon, he’s my cousin why am I yearning for him sexually, he’s my cousin he shouldn’t have touched me all those years ago, why didn’t I stop him, why didn’t I want him to stop, did he even remember or care after all these years? I waved back as he quickened his pace toward me. My anxiety seemed to have disappeared as we greeted each other with warm hugs and smiles. I bussied myself searching for a place we could have a quick snack and maybe a drink, I
