"You're going to Perth?"
I repeated my aunt's last sentence to her as we stood on opposite ends to each other on the kitchen counter, eating ice cream. My aunt has caught me as I was heading up to my bedroom after coming back from a late-night session at the gym, giving me a cup of ice cream and sharing the news that my uncle was now back in Australia.
"Yes!" Aunt London seemed very excited about meeting her husband again. From what I understood, it'd been almost a whole half-year since he'd been back in the country.
I still wasn't sure what it was he did for a living though. Not that it bothered me.
"I'll be flying up to meet him tomorrow morning, so you and Rosie will be on your own for the whole week," she said.
I froze, not sure if I liked what she'd just said.
"Sorry, how long did you say you'll be gone?" I asked.
"Probably until Friday!" she chirped.
I nodded, slowly processing my aunt's words.
Footsteps were heard from the staircase, but I knew before looking up that I'd see my cousin Rosie wearing an oversized white t-shirt, long enough to cast suspicion as to whether or not she was wearing bottoms underneath.
"Hey cuz," she greeted me with a smile as she passed me.
"Rosie, I've just told Jay the news," aunt London told her daughter, handing her a cup of ice cream too. "So the two of you will need to look after each other, okay?"
"No problem mom, we got this," Rosie replied, looking over at me and winking.
"Right, Jay?"
My mind replayed the incestuous handjob that Rosie had just given me yesterday afternoon. The image of my cum splattered on her exposed belly was still fresh in my mind.
I began to get tingly feelings in my pants.
On the outside, I just smiled and nodded.
Rosie picked up her cup of ice cream and headed back to her room, but not before stopping beside me to lean into my ear and whisper:
"Don't even think about jerking off tonight."
And with an unsettling smile, she bounced back up the stairs.
Aunt London was talking again, but I couldn't remember a single thing of what she said for the rest of the night.
My pants had become even tighter.
The next day was a Monday, and Aunt London said her goodbyes to Rosie and I as we left to catch our morning classes. Under the pretext of first grabbing a cup of coffee, I managed to avoid heading to the university together with Rosie. Things were still awkward between us ever since our little incident on Saturday afternoon. Rosie had returned from her date in a sour mode, so I had all the more reason to avoid her.
The next day was a Sunday, and I'd kept my distance by sleeping in till noon, going out on my own for lunch and a movie, before spending the evening at the gym and returning home at night, when I ran into Rosie again over ice cream.
Even so, I wasn't sure how I was going to deal with Rosie over the coming week. I was so distracted during class that I barely understood any of the questions the professor asked.
"Is everything okay?"
As class ended and everyone began packing up to head off, my classmate Kelly suddenly spoke to me. We'd been sitting beside each other regularly for this class, and had become acquaintances. Friends, though? Probably not. We didn't chat, only save seats for each other.
"Do I not seem okay?" I asked, smiling to show that I was taking her question well.
"You seemed a bit distracted," she said. She looked concerned.
I waved it off with my hand.
"Nah, don't worry about it. Thanks for asking, but I'll be fine."
I waved goodbye and headed off first, my mind still somewhere else.
I spent the whole day in school and purposefully stayed on until it was late. By the time I got home that night, it was almost 11pm.
"You're home late," a voice spoke up as I gently locked the front door behind me. I mentally sighed as I turned to see Rosie sitting by the kitchen counter, eating a slice of mango with a spoon.
"Were you waiting for me?" I asked, removing my shoes (we're an Asian household) and coming over to join her at the counter. She shook her head, scoping up more mango.
"Just a coincidence," she said before eating another mouthful of sweet fruit.
I began to make my way upstairs and had just stepped onto the first landing when Rosie called out to me.
"Wait. Let's talk."
I turned.
"Talk about?"
Rosie grinned. I wasn't sure if it was a friendly gesture.
"About how you get turned on by your cousin."
I sighed, outwardly this time, and got off the steps to rejoin Rosie at the counter, standing beside her this time.
"What do you mean?" I asked, digging for more information to build my defense.
"I mean that I'm not sure how I feel living alone with an older guy cousin who has an incest fetish."
I groaned. "Okay, that's taking it too far. I wasn't turned on by you because you're my cousin, it was 'cos of your body."
"Your COUSIN'S body!" Rosie reminded me.
"Oh for crying out loud, it could've been anyone's body and I still would've been turned on!" I said, getting exasperated. "That's just how the male mind works!"
Rosie raised an eyebrow at me.
"Whatever the case," she said, putting her mango down and turning to face me fully. "I'm still living with a man that could potentially force himself on me, and that's the truth of it."
"So, what do you want to do then?" I asked, now getting concerned. I couldn't reject that her previous statement was very true, and despite everything that had happened between us, I still cared for Rosie like a little sister, and wouldn't want to make her uncomfortable, much less in her own home.
