"Hey, have we met?" was the first interaction we had. He had sent me a message on Facebook after I sent him a friend request. No, we hadn't met but I knew who he was. He just didn't know me. My aunt had placed him up for adoption 26 years ago and they had recently met and formed a relationship. I proceeded to tell him who I was and that we were "sort of" related.
"It's not like we're really related though," he said. No, not legally, right? I knew he was my cousin, by blood. He knew the same. But I couldn't help but feel the heat between my legs thinking about him.
We decided to meet up for a movie that weekend. We met at the theater. He paid, just like a gentleman, and held the door. I felt like it was a first date, not meeting my long lost cousin for the first time. I was fidgety in the movie. I couldn't sit still. I wanted to touch him, any part of him. He had his hand lying on the arm rest and I wanted desperately to lay mine on top, but each time I tried I chickened out.
I hadn't paid any attention to the movie. I couldn't concentrate on anything except the yearning for his skin against mine. I finally mustered up the courage to get closer about half way through the movie. I moved my legs closer to his. Then placed my hand on the outside of my thigh. I looked down and in the dark I could see my hand was only a couple inches from his leg. I could easily brush it against his leg "accidentally" just to feel any part of him.
It was nearing the end of the movie & I still hadn't done anything but sit there and contemplate my decisions. I had to do it, this was my chance. I put my left foot under my right leg and my knee brushed his leg. He just looked over at me and smiled. I put my hand on my knee, took a deep breath, and slowly eased it over to his leg. My heart was beating out of my chest. What if he was offended? What if he is weirded out? I wanted to move it back to my own leg, but I wanted to move it further up his thigh too. So I just left it.
After what seemed like forever he reached down and grabbed my hand and laces his fingers between mine. Was this it? Was this is his way of saying he wanted more? Or, was this him just being friendly to his cousin? The movie ended and we got up to walk out, he held a tight grasp on my hand and led me back out to the parking lot and to my car.
"I'm glad you put your hand on my leg in there," he said.
I just smiled, feeling my face turn red.
"Wanna come back to my place? We could, umm..., just chat, catch up."
"Yea, sure," I answered.
"You can just follow me."
The whole way back to his apartment my heart was about to come out of my chest. I've never felt so many emotions in my life. I was excited, scared, embarrassed, nervous, all at the same time.
Once we got in his apartment he invited me to sit on his couch while he grabbed us a soda. When he got back he sat down extra close. We exchanged a little awkward chit chat. But I couldn't think straight. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel him. I kept thinking of how sexy he looked in his blue stripped button up, and how inappropriate it was to think of my cousin as "sexy".
"Your breasts look nice. What size are they?"
He caught me off gaurd. I must've looked like a deer in headlights.
"Was that too much? I'm sorry," he said quickly as he scooted over.
"No, don't be sorry. I was just spaced for a second. They're a D. You can touch them if you like." Wait, did I really just say that? I really wanted him to, but I can't believe that just came out of my mouth.
"Really?" he asked.
"Yes, really," I answered, although I was thinking "Yes, please," in my head.
He reached over and cupped my breast in his hand. He gave it a nice firm squeeze. I felt my nipples harden in my bra.
"Very nice."
"Want to see?"
"Absolutely."
I reached down and pulled off my shirt. Underneath was my black lace push-up bra with my breasts about to fall out of it. I had worn it just in case someone was to see it, or hopeful someone would see it. I reached back to unlatch it when he grabbed my arms.
"May I?"
"Yes!"
He brushed his hands along my skin as he slowly unlatched my bra. He pulled the straps off my shoulders and down my arms. My breasts bounced as they left my bra. He looked at me with this fiery look in his eyes. My nipples were as hard as they could get aching for someone to touch them, or lick them, or suck them.
