Lets Play Pretend Pt 01

1

So my cousin and I are close in age. We grew up together in the middle of nowhere midwest. We had smalltown dreams. I wanted to join the army. She wanted to be a pilot and fly passenger planes. I was closer to her than any other girl I knew, including my sister. Neither of us dated anyone in high-school bc we had strict religious parents but we often went out for ice cream together and joked that, if we weren't related we would totally date.

One night, the summer after we graduated, we were hanging out on the roof of her parents garage, which we could climb out onto from her bedroom window. At this point in time I'd been fantasizing about my cousin since freshman year. Now we were graduates. Adults. We were making plans for the future and sharing our dreams beneath the stars. I was terrified to tell her the truth, but I was also terrfied to lose her to college or career without ever telling her how I felt.

I brought up our old joke, how if we weren't related I would've dated her in high-school. She laughed and agreed. I told her the other guys had really missed out bc she was smoking hot. She said the other girls were missing out too bc I was handsome. I told her to shut up but she reinforced her statement. That was when I said, "Sometimes, I wish we weren't related, ya know."

"Oh yeah?" She asked.

I looked up at the stars and nodded, trying to hide my blush and my fear.

"I wish we weren't related too," she said and looked up with me. My heart leaped into my throat, beating enough to jumble my brain. I took a deep breath and asked, "Want to pretend we're not? Like, for 5 minutes? See what we're missing out on?" I punctuated my question with a laugh, trying to play it off as a joke, just in case I was reading the situation all wrong.

"I mean, what would you do if we weren't related?" She asked, her voice heavy with mischief and curiosity.

"Well, for starters, I'd probably be sitting a lot closer to you," I said.

"Oh really? How close?" She asked, scooting closer to me.

"Oh...maybe this close," I said, scooting close enough that I sat right next to her on the sloped roof, leaning back with one arm behind her, our knees almost touching.

"Well, if we weren't related, I'd probably do this," she said and leaned her head on my shoulder. Electricity shot through me with a jolt as she leaned into me, my heart beating wild, our legs touching, our arms wrapped around each other.

We lay back slowly on the sloped roof of my uncle's garage. The shingles were prickly, and rough. She lay on my shoulder, body pressed against mine. I could feel her breasts pushing against me and her leg lying across me.

"I kind of like not being related to you," I joked.

"I know, right. You make a great pillow," she joked right back.

"Too bad it's only for five minutes"

"Darn. My watch is broke," she said.

"I didn't even wear mine," I lied.

"Liar," she said, propping herself on her elbow and reaching across me to slap the watch on my wrist. Her firm, round breasts brushed across my chest and another shiver ran through my body as she lay back down in my arms.

"Well, what else would we do if we weren't related?" She asked.

"I'd probably kiss your hair," I said.

"Well. Go ahead," she said. I kissed the top of her head, her hair scratchy like soft straw and smelling like grass, sweat, and shampoo.

"Mmm, that was nice," she said. I kissed her hair again. Then her forehead. She giggled when I kissed the tip of her nose. Her laughter made me brave and I rolled over on top of her, straddling her body to kiss each cheek. Then her chin. Slowly, as we locked eyes with each other, I lowered my mouth onto her's.

We kissed for a long, long time. Lips closed at first. A few fearful pecks. And then I opened my mouth, and she responded. I felt the warmth of her lips pressed against mine. Her wet heavy breath mixing with mine as my heart pounded in terror of what I was doing but I refused to stop.

Her tongue slipped out first, pressing against my lips. I responded until our tongues tasted one another, sliding around inside our mouths until I was unsure whose was whose. Her body began to twist and writhe as she pressed her pelvis firmly against my leg. My hands began to explore her body, reaching up to grab her breasts.

We both jumped as the garage door beneath us opened and the floodlights came on. I leaped off of her. We sat as far apart as when we started, breathing heavily, cheeks flushed in the dark. We watched as my uncle drove away, the garage door closing behind him.

"I think our five minutes is up," said my cousin, breathing heavily. She brushed her golden hair out of her eyes and climbed through the window to her room, leaving me alone in the dark. I sat on the sloped garage roof feeling happy, terrified, and more turned on then I ever had in my life.

2

My cousin and I did not talk about what happened for a couple of days after "pretending we weren't related" on the roof of her parent's garage. I couldn't stop thinking about it of course and if you're a dude you know exactly what I did before falling asleep in the nights following.

The next time I saw my cousin was at church that weekend. We usually sat in the back with our friends and talked the whole time until one of the church parents came back and shut us up. My cousin sat next to me in church, making my friend Mike scoot over so she could sit between us. I don't remember exactly what she was wearing but it was a Midwestern summer, hot and humid, and she was not exactly church appropriate. I was 18 and sheltered, I couldn't help but look at her bra strap, which was sliding out from beneath her shirt sleeve. Didn't she know her bra was slipping off? Thinking I'd be a gentleman, I leaned over during the music to whisper in her ear and let her know. Of its own accord, my hand raised and tugged at the loose strap hanging on her arm, as if to emphasize my point. She mouthed the word thanks, but she did not adjust the strap. I remember that it was red.

During the sermon I slipped off to the bathroom. I needed to get away from my cousin for a minute and cool off. I splashed my face with water but my cock was raging between my legs. I had touched my cousins bra. Tugged on it, even! In my minds eye I imagined what her breasts would have looked like, how they would have moved when I did that. I was uncomfortably horny, but I couldn't jerk off here, not in the church bathroom. I decided to go to my car to get some relief.

Just outside the bathroom I ran into my cousin and her friend Grace.

"Hey, we're going to the gas station for a snack, want to come with?" She asked.

"Sure, but I'm driving. You both are a road hazard," I said. They protested and insulted me back but we piled into my car, my cousin riding shotgun and Grace sitting right behind me.

"So..." said Lara as I started up the car.

"So?" I asked.

"You've been real quiet this week," she said as I backed out of the parking spot. my heart began to race. was she really bringing this up here, in the car with Grace? Had she told Grace?

"Whaddya mean?" I asked, looking at her then glancing back at Grace. lara grin ed and my heart beat even faster as I realized we were playing a game, dancing around without words to see who would bring up that night on the garage first. I glanced in the rearview mirror at Grace but she was zoning

"No funny texts, no calls, no Sonic. What've you been up to?"

"Just...stuff. working. Writing. Looking at colleges."

At this point Grace chimed in. She was very excited to leave our small town and start college and get an internship as a veterinarian. While she was droning on about her plans, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I flipped it open and saw a message from Lana.

-yor barn doors open-

I frowned and looked down. Sure enough, the zipper on my pants was down and the front of my boxers were visible. I raised an eyebrow at Lara. She raised her eyebrow right back. I texted her while Grace switched to talking about one of her sick horses.

-wut r u doin lookin, creep?- I texted back.

Lara's phone buzzed. She flipped it open. I saw a blush rise on her neck as she typed furiously.

-creep? U r the 1 who pulled my bra strap down!!!‐

-wut! Did not. It was alrdy fallin-

I did not see Lara's response as I pulled into the gas station, though I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I looked over at my cousin as we exited the vehicle. She had an odd look on her face. I'd known her a long time, ever since my family moved from the east coast to this midwest farm town. We'd grown up together since we were five. I knew when she looked confused or frustrated or playful or happy or mischievous. I'd never seen her with all of those looks fighting for dominance on her face at the same time. When she wasn't looking I zipped my fly back up.

"Smooth," said Grace as she walked past and I blushed furiously.

I got my drink while the girls were grabbing snacks and hurried back to the car to check my phone. I had a text from my dad asking where I'd gone. I ignored it, and another from my friend Mike asking me to get him a drink. I'd tell him I got his text too late. Instead I immediately opened Lara's text. I hardly knew what to say when I read it.

-did you like it?-

Like what? The kiss on the garage? Pulling on her bra strap? Her noticing my fly was open? Jerking off to erotic scenarios of her in my head every night for the last week? I knew it probably wasn't that last one. It took me several seconds to text back and it was lame.

-like wat?-

-my bra! It's new =) - sent Lara a moment before she came walking out with Grace. In that moment I felt the devil in me. With my heart pounding somewhere in my throat as the girls approached my car I unzipped my pants again, but this time I pulled my cock out of my underwear. Not out of my pants, just my boxers, so if Lara looked again she'd see it just past my zipper.

The girls hopped in the car as I hurriedly texted Lara back.

-Dunno. didnt c much-

-creep-

-Yor the creep!!!-

"Am not," said Lara when she hopped back in the car. For a moment I thought her eyes darted to my open fly, but I wasn't sure. I had not thought very far ahead with this and now, with Grace sitting behind Lara's seat instead of mine, I was worried she would notice my dick through my open fly.

My heart calmed down slightly as the two girls started talking about their cats. Or, rather, Grace was rambling on about her cats and Lara was listening half heartedly. Grace was the type of bubbly headed blonde who could carry on a two hour conversation with a barn wall. She spent most of her time talking to animals so this made sense. While she babbled, Lara was on her phone. I hadn't responded yet and she seemed to be typing a lot.

My phone buzzed. I checked it at the stoplight.

-want 2 c it again?-

"Yo, it's green moron," said Lara, punching my arm. I hit the gas a little too hard, throwing Grace into the back of her seat.

"And you called us a fucking road hazard," said Grace indignantly.

"Language! On a sunday!" I shot back, laughing nervously. My mind was elsewhere after all. Somehow, while I was burning rubber, Lara's bra strap had fallen down her shoulder again and was peeking out much farther than before from beneath her shirt sleeve. I wanted to reach over and grab it. To pull it all the way down until the cup slipped off her breast.

It wasn't until I dropped the girls off at the front door of church and went to park that I saw Lara's text.

-yor barn door's still open- it said.

I did not go back inside.

3

I did not wait all week to text Lara again but checked immediately on Monday when she wanted to hang out next. She left me hanging in agony most of the day. It was torture, all of my other interactions felt gray and dull compared to the bright red rush of adrenaline I had when I was talking with Lara. We texted throughout the next day and eventually settled on Wednesday night to hang out. We both kept that night free for the youth group so we did not work, but now that we had graduated we were not part of the youth group anymore.

Monday and Tuesday crawled by with the agony of a snail over salt on a hot summer day. Ten o'clock on Wednesday I called Lara to make sure she was still good for that evening. She said of course, and had been looking forward to being somewhere other than work and home all week. I suggested sonic and she agreed.

Wednesday evening I got home from work, ate dinner and ran downstairs to my room. My cock had been throbbing between hard and soft all day as every spare minute I had at work I looked over our text messages, searching for extra clues or just reliving the adrenaline rush I felt when she sent:

-Do you like it?-

I found a band T-shirt I bought when we went to see Lara's favorite music group for her eighteenth birthday and a pair of cargo shorts. It was the 00's. Cargo shorts were in. I did not wear any boxers. I wanted to try and recreate the events in the car on Sunday, but this time without Grace there to interrupt. However I did not unzip them just yet.

My heart was beating in my chest and my breath was quick the whole way to Lara's house. I was worried my uncle would come out and say something dumb about getting her home before ten or my aunt would warn us about drunk drivers.

I lived inside our small town but Lara lived in a big, yellow farmhouse in thee country. She was a proper country girl while I was a city body who had only recently moved to her neck of the woods. Or fields, rather. I pulled up to the edge of the gravel road in front of her house, feeling guilty for some reason and not wanting to park in her driveway. However, when Lara emerged from the house, I took my chance. As she hopped from the wrap-around white porch and ran across her expansive front yard toward my car, I quickly unzipped my shorts.

"Thanks for parking a million miles away," she griped as she hopped in my car. My heart was beating so hard in my ears. Barely heard her.

"You need the exercise, fatty," I joked.

"Oh, screw you, I beat your butt in every race," said Lara, slugging my arm. "Come on, let's get out of here. Mom's being a real bitch tonight."

I responded by driving. That's all I could do. Lara had her golden hair up in a high ponytail on her head, pulled back from her sun kissed face. Nobody in Lara's family really tanned but they were able to maintain a well adjusted burn throughout the summer. It darkened her skin enough to make her cornflower blue eyes shine in the soft summer twilight.

She was wearing cutoff jean shorts that let most of her strong, muscular thighs exposed, and a plaid, short sleeve button up that flowed around her torso like a cloak. It was a little big from her but I liked it and complimented her on it. She thanked me and said she stole it from her oldest brother, Dustin. He was home for the summer to work for a local farmer. Grace's dad Actually.

Beneath the plaid shirt Lara wore a white A-shirt with colorful stripes stretching tight across her breast. I could not tell you what color those stripes were, only that beneath them I noticed the outline and faint color of her red bra. My head swam with the sight of her and from the smell of summer grass, fresh baked bread, and sweat that filled my car as soon as she hopped in.

"Still haven't figured out your barn door, I see," said Lara, nodding down at my open zipper with a twisted grin on her face.  Right out old the gate, Lara was not playing around tonight, or rather, she was and she wanted to play hard.

"I tried WD40 and Duct tape but you know what they say, if that don't fix it nothing will," I said with a laugh and she smiled, rolling her eyes. It seemed that each time we hung out since "pretending not to be cousins," it was easier to to slide right back into the role.

"What about you, did you ever fix that bra strap that keeps falling down?" I asked as we cruised toward town.

"Oh it sits just fine when no one is tugging on it," said Lara, pretending to frown at me.

"I was not tugging on it, I was trying to be a gentleman and let a lady know her clothes were falling off," I argued right back.

"Well, you're no gentleman," she said.

"Well I'm glad to hear you fixed it," I said, feeling slightly disappointed for some reason.

"Well I didn't say that," said Lara, looking inside the sleeve of her brother's plaid shirt. My heart leaped.

"We'll just have to see, I guess," she said and I almost crashed into a mailbox as she arched her back and pulled her brother's plaid shirt off of her arms. her bra straps were fishle next to the straps of her A-shirt, but both were secure on her shoulders. scowling down at her left shoulder, Lara reached up and slid the strap off her shoulder My cock began to grow, pushing at the fabric of my shorts.

"Hmm, guess its still a little loose," said Lana, looking down with disinterest at her bra strap. She slid it backup over her shoulder as we cruised into town, but not very far.

Sonic was not busy as we pulled in. Aside from our youth group, most other youth events happened on Wednesday night, including little league practice and Scouts. I did not park in our usual spot, but a little further back than usual. Half of the car was thrown into shadow by the large pine trees making a wind blind around the sonic and partially because one of the floodlights back here was notoriously broken. The manager had promised to fix it multiple times, but we all knew this was where high schoolers came to make out, before they found better places of course. Lara and I had never been back here, together or with someone else.

"Scared someone might see you with me?" Asked Lara as I parked. She did not miss a thing.

"I can park closer," I offered.

"Nah, this is good," she responded, then looked meaningfully down at my shorts. "Though, I do have a question before we order."

"Yeah, what's up?" I asked, heart beating in my chest.

"Are we, um..." she paused and started playing with the tip of her pony tail, running it through her fingers, something she only did when nervous.

"Are we um?" I asked sarcastically, adjusting in my seat so I was facing her.

"Are we, uh, cousins tonight? Or are we pretending we're not related again?"

My heart leaped in my throat as my stomach simultaneously dropped. I thought we had already been playing that game. Did she want to continue? Did she want me to stop? I couldn't just ask and she was giving no visible sign of what she wanted. Or was she? I took a deep breath.

"I dunno," I said, gauging the look on her face before saying what I really wanted to say. "I just kind of figure that, when it's just you and me hanging out, um, you know we, at least I mean I, just assume that we are already pretending." She smiled and looked almost as relieved as I was.

"That's kind of what I was thinkin too, I just,  you know, wanted to make sure," said Lara, brushing a stray hair behind her ear.

"You realize this means you have to buy tonight," she said, grinning as the server approached on roller skates to take our order. I pulled my shirt down a little lower to hide my open zipper.

"Embarressed?" she asked after we put in our order and the girl skated away.

"No idea what you're talking about," I said, blushing. Grinning mischeviously, Lara leaned across the console and lifted my shirt until my open fly was easily visible.

"Much better," she said.

"I giess," I said, my cock making a tent of my shorts. "Hey, what do you mean i have to buy tonight? Whoever rides shotgun pays for the drinks, that's the rules," I said.

"Yeah, that's what cousins do," she said with an evil grin. "Tonight, we're not cousins, so you're paying and driving," said Lara with sweet finality as she leaned against the inside of the door.