My Cousin

Karen. My cousin. Sweet flesh of my flesh. She has entered my dreams so often, I smell her in the soft folds of her slips and the humid little panties I snatch from her laundry. She is beautiful in a way that defies my understanding. Desirable and magnetic beyond my will to resist her. Tiny

The Argument

We’d fought about a tiny little thing. It was what we were going to do for the holidays. I wanted the Maldives, he wanted Europe. He stormed out after it got ugly. Fuck him. I would show him I wasn’t going to sit around and waiting for him. I dressed hot. Short skirt, silky blouse,