*advisory* all people in sexual situations are 18 or older, whether depicted in remembrances of not.
note from the author-
Hello to all the avid Starting from Scratch story readers. Thank you so much for enjoying my story. However, I am now obliged to give an advisory. The story started out and will ultimately end as 'Mature Novella', however starting with chapter 7 there will be two chapters with incest and scenes of graphic incest sex. These chapters are 7 and 9, and will also be categorized as 'Incest/Taboo'.
For those that don't not like this content, please, do not feel obligated to read these chapters in order to keep up with Margaret and Thomas's story. Yes, of course, these chapters will build on Thomas's character and back story. They also tell of his story over his five month separation from Margaret. However, essentially, these chapters can be skipped by those that don't want to read them.
Well, that is it for the advisory. Thank you for your patience and continued patronage - Pinkender
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Chapter 7- Kissing Cousins
Emma sunbathed naked everyday until it was just too cool for it to be fun no matter how fun it was to torture Thomas. She loved watching him blush and then sneak peeks at her as she laid out on the beach or pranced about the house naked. So, she did it at every opportunity.
Sometimes Martin needed to come over to discuss lawyer shit, or Thomas's relatives would come and visit. Usually his kid brothers and sisters, or cousins. It was kind of sad really. Besides Martin, Thomas had very few friends. Not that he didn't have a lot of acquaintances, it just took something special to be considered a friend, and Richard had been Thomas's best friend. Other than Martin, Emma was now Thomas's only other friend.
As for family, his mom and dad were divorced. Really, who's parents weren't these days? And, he had two younger brothers and two younger sisters. Then there were the cousins. Really though, only one cousin concerned Emma.
Her name was Anna. She was a flaming, curly-haired, redhead that fell to her buttocks in a coiled mess that made Emma think of Merida from the Disney movie Brave. She had pale white skin with undertones of pink and blue, and she was covered in coppery freckles. She was, roughly by Emma's best guess, five-feet eight-inches tall, a 36F-cup, slim waisted, and with hips slightly broader than her shoulders with a thick round ass and muscular thighs.
Also, Anna wasn't actually Thomas's cousin, she was his aunt. She was Thomas's mother's youngest sister, but since it was weird to call his aunt, who was six months younger than him, his aunt, they decided to call each other cousins.
A couple more curiously annoying things about Anna was: First, she was a younger, hotter, nearly identical version of Thomas's mother. Second, as soon as she shows up she and Thomas fall into a strangely pseudo-incestuous more than just cousins routine. Thomas was charming and confident and modest, but as soon as Anna appeared he changed. Not submissive exactly or insecure, rather, he was like a faithful puppy panting after his owner.
As for Anna, she never did anything obviously incestuous. She hugged Thomas too closely, crushing her breasts against him, leaning in as he wrapped his arms around her waist so that her lower belly and pubic mound rubbed against him in a full body hug. She lingered in the embrace long after everyone else, mostly Emma, started feeling uncomfortable. Once they sat down in the living room to chat and catch up, they would always start on opposite sides of the room, then Anna would go and get herself a snack or a beverage, or she would request that Thomas get her something.
If Anna requested that Thomas get her a drink or a snack, then inevitably once he returned, he sat down near her. Close, but not too close. When this happened she would lean in closer and talk lower which made him lean in closer, and soon after they were laughing and talking all while she touched his thighs, or hands, or forearms.
On the other hand, when Anna would leave and get her own snack or drink once she returned she would sit right next to Thomas. Sometimes she even sat in his lap, all while self-deprecating about her weight and how heavy she must be which, in turn, resulted in Thomas refuting her claims of being heavy or fat. When she sat right next to him, her hip and breasts were nearly always crushed against him as she leaned into him and basically rubbed herself against him like a cat marking her property.
That was the best description Emma had for Anna. She was a cat, and she thought she owned Thomas. The first time she came over and saw Emma, the air in the house seemed to jellify. The animosity, the air of competition, the condescension was palpable. After seeing Emma in one of her smallest g-string bikinis, the next time Anna came over, she wore the same brand and style only in an emerald green. That was when Emma saw that Anna had also removed all of her pubes so that her entire pussy was smooth. From there, Emma and Anna's competition took a turn towards full nudity.
The first time Thomas saw this, well, he was used to Emma being naked and enjoyed looking at her. When Anna and Thomas ran into each other, Anna's cheeks blushed bright red although her jaw was set stubbornly. Thomas on the other hand gasped in shock, which was funny because he was eating cereal and literally spewed it back out of his mouth and nose!
"Holy fuck Anna!" He said once his shock passed, "What the hell?"
Thomas looked everywhere as he tried not to look at his cousin, who was his aunt, who looked like a younger version of his mother. He glanced to Emma for help, then out the windows at the beach, then the ceiling, then the floor, the furniture, all the while darting furtive glances at Anna who was too stubbornly possessive of her nephew for her own good. She stood there in the middle of the living room naked until Thomas finally looked at her.
"So," She taunted for good measure, "You let Emma prance around the house completely naked, and don't mind ogling her. However, if I do the same you have a coronary? What the fuck, Thomas?"
"What do you mean, "what the fuck," Thomas almost yelled, "Emma is my roommate. She can walk around the house anyway she wants. You, Anna, are my cousin! What am I supposed to do with you standing there naked? What does that say about me if I ogled you? What does that say if I enjoyed it?"
Emma looked down at Thomas's crotch and admired his bulge, but also shook her head. Poor guy, his body was more honest than his head was.
Apparently, Anna noticed too as she purred, "What does it say Thomas that you have an erection for your cousin?"
"Oh shit!" He growled and darted back into the kitchen to put his cereal bowl on the counter and rearranged his dick in his pants. When he returned he still looked unsettled as he retorted, "Anna, you know very well they guys react to stimuli. Visual as well as physical. I can't help how my body reacts to seeing you, and Emma, naked. For all you know this reaction is because of Emma, and not you!"
"We'll see," Anna said firmly, "Since you let Emma sunbathe and walk around here naked, it would be unfair for you to insist that I wear a bathing suit. So, get used to it. Look at me. Don't look at me. I don't care."
Which was a complete lie. Anna completely cared that Thomas was looking at her or not. Thankfully, the weather cooled down quickly after that and both Emma and Anna quit sunbathing nude. It didn't stop Anna from visiting though, and Emma took to making sure she was dressed or else Anna went straight to the bathroom and stripped.
