Simone
"Yeah, it's a different sound, but then again, their last album was a complete departure from their first three albums. Her vocals are fantastic, but the composition is tighter, and the lyrics are much better. Their third album was tighter, the first two were a bit of a mess," she said.
"Plus she's gorgeous," Mark stated.
She nudged him with her shoulder. "Swear that's the only reason you listen to metal bands with female singers."
"Not my fault most of them are rather attractive plus have a fantastic voice."
"Who is your favourite?"
"Looks or voice?"
"Looks." Mark flipped through YouTube until he arrived at one of his favourite songs. She couldn't help laugh. "Knew you'd choose her. And I bet you'll say both looks and voice."
"Music is obviously a matter of personal opinion. But compare how she is now to the earlier albums. There's no doubt better production values, but her singing is getting better and better through each album as they are definitely showcasing her vocal range nowadays. Plus, you can hear her talent during a live show. Hits the same high notes live as on the album. No auto-tune nonsense."
"Well, the new album rocks anyway. As you said, it's different but I like the fact they're willing to take risks."
"Shame they're not better known as there's a good chance they'll never head this way unless they do a festival. Though we could always head overseas for a gig?"
"You serious?" she asked, surprised by the idea.
"Shit, I'd love to head to Europe and catch one of the big metal festivals. Something like Wacken Open Air in Germany, Bloodstock or Download in the UK."
"Or we just go to Finland."
"That could work too."
He pulled up a playlist on YouTube, turning up the volume a little, as she snuggled against him. Her room while growing up had been covered in band posters, and everything was black, including nearly all her clothes, her hair, her lipstick and eyeshadow. While she'd given the room a little colour, and she wore other colours than black, her music tastes remained the same. And she knew the one influence she'd had on her cousin was in music.
Turning towards her, she met his eyes. They'd kissed before plenty of times, generally just messing around. The moment their lips met this time, she ended up straddling his lap rather quickly, his tongue in her mouth, and she had to agree with her sister and cousins. He was a fucking good kisser. She removed her shirt rather quickly revealing her generous breasts in a black lacy bra. She knew she was the curviest of all the woman in the household, but she knew Mark loved it whenever she wore a low-cut top. Cleavage everywhere, and he couldn't help himself. He never stared or gawped, but he definitely showed an interest.
"Why haven't we fucked yet?" she whispered as his mouth found her neck, sending shivers up and down her spine.
"Because while we both want to, we get along well already. Sex will come naturally, Simone."
That made her smile, because if there was one person she didn't want to rush into bed with, it was him. She didn't mind waiting. She'd spoken with Katie about why she wanted to wait. What she learned rather quickly was that Katie was deeply in love with him, and it scared her how much she was. Deborah knew, which is why she'd relented in her teasing lately. Mark obviously didn't know. He knew Katie loved him, but perhaps not to the depths she had admitted to others.
As for herself, she loved and adored him. He'd always been a sweetheart, but now he was something else entirely. Shit, most of the women probably had to pinch themselves that Auntie Caroline had raised such a good man. And little wonder she loved taking him to bed herself. Seeing her walk out of her bedroom after a night with him... There's no doubt the mother was deeply in love with her son.
He kissed her again, feeling his cock tent in his shorts, and she couldn't help pressing herself against it, whimpering into his mouth. She loved all the teasing they did with each other. Poor guy probably gave himself a massive case of blue balls each time they did fool around, but they had fun together. Eventually breaking the kiss, he met her eyes. "We should check out our favourite venue this Saturday night. Wouldn't mind a good night out. Drinks, heavy music, gorgeous woman on my arm."
"You mean a date?"
"Of course. I've taken Amy and Mum out. Why not my curvy cousin?"
"You love my curves, Mark?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely."
"I sometimes wonder... You know, if I need to lose a little..."
He put a finger to her lips. "Stop right there. Girls can be cunts, Simone, just like guys. And when you're at school, sometimes both can be beyond cruel. You are no bigger than Amy. Do you think Amy is too big?" She shook her head. "So you're obviously not. I think you're fucking gorgeous and, maybe, that should be the one opinion that matters, apart from your own."
"Saturday night," she whispered, "We go out Saturday night, and for the love of god, fuck me afterwards."
He hugged her tightly, chuckling away. "Okay, I think I can agree to that. It won't change anything, will it?"
"I know I'll just want your dick a whole lot more afterwards. But no, we'll still just sit here and rock on for an afternoon. Though maybe we could add rocking on to getting your dick sucked, or you eating my pussy."
"Definitely like that idea. Planning on any new artwork?"
"Yeah, sign above my arse saying 'Property of Mark'." That made him laugh out loud again. "I'd put it above my pussy, but considering I have a few women there nowadays..."