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>Nostalgia has a weird way of settling in a slippery corner at the back of your mind, and you can almost feel your scalp prickling as you pull into your Uncle Gerald’s driveway
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>It’s been, what, eight or nine years since you were last here?
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>The memories are hazy by now, but just seeing the shabby country home, with its peeling white tile and its driveway covered in vehicle husks, makes you feel like the nervous, adventurous kid you used to be
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>Uncle Gerald opens the door before you even get a chance to knock, and his wide, soft face breaks into a warm smile
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>”Anon! Good t’ see ya again, bud!”
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>You reach out your hand to shake, but he ignores it and goes right for the hug
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>A bit surprised, you return it nonetheless
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>Ever since you were a kid, you’ve liked Uncle Gerald a lot; he’s a short, portly guy who kinda reminds you of Gimli from The Lord of the Rings
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>Unlike your dad, who’s got a copy of “Guide to Analytical Accounting, 2018” permanently shoved up his ass, his brother is a relaxed, cheery goofball
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“Hey, uncle G,” you reply. “Been a while, huh?”
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>”Fuck yeah it has. What’ve you been up to?” he asks as he leads you inside
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“Eh, the usual. Dad’s pressuring me to apply for U of Canterlot, but I’m not sure.”
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>”Ah, forget that. Take a year off, have some fun.”
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>Uncle Gerald points to the fridge
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>”There’s some beer in there. Help yourself.”
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“Oh, I can’t. I’m still only sixteen.”
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>He laughs at that
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>”Kid, I was killing a twelver a day when I was your age. It shows, eh?” he asks, slapping his belly. “Take whatever ya want. And maybe grab one for Gil, too. She’s out in the garage.”
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“Yeah?”
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>You grab two beers out of the fridge, your interest piqued by the mention of your cousin
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“How is Gilda?”
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>”She’s fifteen, that’s how she is. I love that girl, but she’s been… well, you know how she was when she was little. Now imagine that, but gettin’ a time of the month, an’ listenin’ to punk rock too.”
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>Now that you look closer, Uncle Gerald looks totally drained; there are dark bags under his eyes, and he’s a little more stooped than usual
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“That bad, huh?”
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>”You got no idea. I’m glad you’re here, honestly.”
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“Why’s that?”
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>”So someone else’ll have to deal with her! Ha!”
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>He breaks into a fit of laughter, and grabs a beer for himself
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>The two of you chat for a little while longer, while Uncle Gerald tries to sell you on all the cool stuff to do around here, literally all of which is either hiking, camping, or fishing
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>Eventually, though, you excuse yourself to go bring Gilda her beer
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>As you head towards the garage, the prickling sensation from earlier returns, though it’s not nostalgia this time
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>It’s raw nervousness
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>When you were younger, and your family lived closer to your uncle’s, you and Gilda used to hang out all the time
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>Back then, even though she was a girl and a year younger than you, Gilda was almost a head taller, and unusually strong for her age
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>She was your best friend, and she also scared the living shit out of you
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>Most of the afternoons you spent together involved exploring the networks of brooks and creeks that crisscross the woods near Uncle Gerald’s home, oftentimes with sticks as makeshift swords
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>And, as often as not, the exploration would turn into some sort of violent confrontation, and you’d find yourself attacked by your cousin
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>Being a bit of a twig, those fights never went in your favor
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>Pretty often, you’d find yourself suplexed onto muddy earth, tossed into the creek, or simply pinned beneath Gilda’s weight while she threatened to spit on your face
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>Other times, though, the two of you were best friends, and would end up resting together after your adventure, eating popsicles out on the back porch while your uncle listened to the baseball game over the radio
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>And then, just once, after a particularly intense game of Knights and Dragons out in the deepest thickets of the woods, she randomly kissed you
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>It wasn’t much, just a quick, nervous peck on your mouth
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>And when you tried to bring it up again, she hit you over the head and said to stop making shit up
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>So yeah, you’re not entirely sure what to expect as you nudge the garage door open
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>The first thing you notice is that the garage looks mostly the same as it always has; it’s a small concrete space, about big enough for two cars yet holding the skeletons of four, with engine blocks dangling from the ceiling and tools piled on plastic shelves scattered throughout the room
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>In the center of the room, your cousin’s legs are sticking out from beneath a rusty, desiccated Oldsmobile 98
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>A boombox on the floor next to her is playing Suicidal Tendencies at just enough volume that she probably didn’t hear you come in
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>You set both beers down atop an empty oil drum and awkwardly call out to her, raising your voice to be heard over the music
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“Uh… hey, Gil.”
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>She pauses, then drags herself out from beneath the car
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>”Oh.”
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>She turns the boombox down
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>”Hey.”
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>The two of you just stare at each other for a moment and quietly size the other up
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>It’s kinda funny; back when you were a kid, you actually went to your parents and asked if Gilda was a boy or a girl
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>Definitely not going to be making that mistake anymore; though she’s still unusually muscular for a girl, her hips have expanded outwards, giving her a stocky, aggressively feminine figure
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>And her chest, while you try your best not to stare, has definitely seen the most development
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>Above the waist, she’s wearing only a motor grease-stained tanktop, and her breasts hang loose and full inside of it
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>You, on the other hand, are also a fair sight different from the lanky kid she used to pummel
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>You’re still pretty lanky, sure, but a few years of highschool Cross Country have molded you into a lithe, whipcord-strong figure
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>Plus, you got your dad’s height, while Gilda clearly takes after your uncle in that department; she’s not an inch taller than five feet, while you’re pushing six
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>Simultaneously, you two both realize how long you’ve been staring, then snap your eyes back onto each other’s faces
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>”Eyes up here, dipshit.”
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“Same to you.”
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>”Psh. I’m just surprised you’re not still a twig.”
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“I’m surprised you’re like a full-on midget.”
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>She snarls at you, then grabs her beer and downs half of it in one long swig
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>”Shut it. I could still whoop your ass.”
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“Oooh. Scary. You just need to find a stepladder first.”
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>You pretend to cower in front of her, and Gilda turns away, huffing
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>”You’re so annoying. I remember why I always used to beat you up.”
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“It’s called a Napoleon complex, I think.”
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>”Get that nerd shit outta here, dweeb.”
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“Heheh.”
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>You take a sip from your own drink and find it to be kinda like an icky bread-flavored soda
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>Gilda’s already finished hers, and she tosses the empty bottle into a junkpile in the corner of the garage
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>”So what, you just gonna sit in here and bug me?”
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“More or less.”
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>”Cool. We’ll see how long you make it before I brain you with a wrench.”
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“Could you even reach?”
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>Gilda’s eye twitches
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>”Real funny.”
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“Thanks. I try.”
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>Your cousin groans, and lays across the hood of the car
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>”Why’d you come back?” she says, breaking the silence
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“To bother you, mostly.”
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>”I mean for real.”
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“Oh. I don’t really know. It just felt right, I guess.”
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>”That’s your answer? C’mon.”
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>She sits up again, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinizes your face
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>”We used to see each other all the time. Then you just up and vanish into the city and I don’t see your dumb ass anymore. Now you’re suddenly back. What gives?”
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“I really don’t know. Why, did you miss me?”
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>Gilda turns away, but not before you can see a slight pink blush coloring her dirty cheeks
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>”Fuck no. It’s just weird, is all. I’d like a real answer.”
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>You shrug
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“I missed you.”
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>Gilda perks up slightly
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“And Uncle G. And this place. It can get kinda lonely in the city. And since I can drive now, why not?”
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>”Hm. Whatever.”
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“That not good enough?”
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>”I don’t really care.”
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>She gets up from the hood of the car, walks over to you, and awkwardly pats your shoulder
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>”It’s… it’s cool you’re back, or whatever. Now leave me alone so I can finish this. I promised Lightning I’d have it running by Friday.”
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“Can do. You want me to bring you another beer?”
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>”Yeah. Thanks, dweeb.”
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“No problem, shrimp.”
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>You scramble out of the room before she can heave something at your head
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“Man, you were right,” you say to Uncle Gerald. “She’s moody.”
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>The two of you are sitting on the back porch, listening to Johnny Cash crackling through the radio
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>”Yep. Everyone told me to expect it, and man, I expected it. But I still wasn’t ready for this.”
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>He wipes sweat from his forehead, then fidgets with the radio dial a bit, trying to tone down the static
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>”I love that girl, y’know. She’s all I got left. But she scares me sometimes.”
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“Do you think she’s okay?”
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>”Hell if I know. She seems lonely.”
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“Lonely? How?”
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>”Eh. This ain’t the proper place for a girl like her to be growin’ up. Not a lotta kids her age nearby, an’ the other kids at school are shit-terrified of her.”
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“I can kinda imagine why.”
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>”Ha, me too,” your uncle says as he tilts his plastic lawn chair onto its back two legs. “Y’know, I’m pretty glad you’re here. Be good for her to have someone to spend time with. Get her outta that damn garage.”
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“I’ll try my best.”
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>You wrap your hands around your bottle of beer, the same one from earlier, which is almost impossible to drink now that it’s warmed up
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>Uncle Gerald suddenly sits up, like he’s just remembered something
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>”Tell ya what. They just opened some new trailhead just a few miles from here. Down 74 I think, out by where the old quarries used t’ be. Got places to camp and everything. You and Gil should get out and enjoy the country a bit.”
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“Down 74 by the old quarry…” you repeat, thinking. “Oh, I think I remember where that is. When’s it open?”
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>”Whenever, I think. If ya feel like takin’ her down there, I’ve got a cooler you can pack some beer and sammiches in. It’ll be a good time.”
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>You can tell he really wants you to do this, and the idea doesn’t sound half bad, so you agree
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>For dinner, your uncle orders a bunch of Domino’s pizzas, and you all sit around a card table in the kitchen to eat
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>Uncle Gerald conveniently decides he wants to have his dinner in his room, and leaves you and Gilda together with the majority of the food
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>The two of you eat in silence for a good ten minutes or so, during which Gilda occasionally takes furtive glances over at you, but always looks away before you can meet her eye
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>After dinner, she busies herself digging engine grease out from beneath her fingernails with a knife
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>You go over and grab both of you another beer without being asked
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>She nods in appreciation
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“So…” you say as you sit back down. “Your dad told me there’s some new trails near here.”
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>”Yeah. He keeps trying to get me to check ‘em out.”
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“He said we should go together.”
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>Gilda pauses in her nail-cleaning, holding the knife awkwardly in front of her hand
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>”Yeah? That could be cool, I guess.”
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“So you’re down for it?”
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>She shrugs
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>Under the table, you feel her accidentally kick your shin
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>”Yeah, probably. If I can get enough work done on the Oldsmobile.”
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“How much do you have left?”
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>Gilda rattles off a barrage of mechanical jargon that you can’t even begin to comprehend
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“That, uh, sounds like a lot.”
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>”You’re telling me. But I’ll get it done. Might just take a while before I get any sleep.”
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“Makes sense. Speaking of which, though, where am I gonna be?”
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>”I dunno. You used to share my room, when we were kids.”
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“Yeah, but… do you want that?”
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>”Of course not!” she immediately snaps. “I wasn’t offering.”
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“Okay, okay.”
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>”But the couch is, uh…”
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>It’s covered in auto magazines and dirty laundry, along with several mystery stains
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>”There’s still a bed up in the storage room. It ain’t comfy, but it’ll work.”
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“Sounds good.”
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>Gilda folds her arms over her chest
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>”I know you’re a huge baby, so if you don’t like it, you can share my room. But you’re sleeping on the floor.”
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“Hah. Thanks, Gil.”
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>”Whatever.”
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>After dinner, she goes back out to work on the car, while you go up to shower, then pile your things into the storage room
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>There’s not much more than a narrow bed and a bunch of unmarked cardboard boxes up here, but it’ll do
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>You’re surprised to find you’re already exhausted, and pass out almost immediately after falling onto the bed
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>At some point, you’re awoken by the sound of the door creaking open
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>You open one eye, and find yourself peering at Gilda
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>She’s using her phone as a flashlight, and takes a seat on the floor by the foot of the bed
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>”Sup.”
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“Uh, hey. Am I in the wrong room?”
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>“You’re fine.”
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“Oh. What’s up?”
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>”Nothing. Need to find some sparkplugs. Ones I have are burned out.”
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>Gilda avoids looking you in the eye as she grabs a box and starts rooting through it
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>You roll over and look up at the ceiling
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“Hey, Gil?”
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>”What?”
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“…it’s cool to see you again.”
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>”Hmm. Yeah. You too.”
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>Her voice is missing its usual edge, and she still avoids looking at you
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“Are you alright?”
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>”The hell are you talkin’ about? I’m fine. Seriously, just go to sleep.”
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>You guess you’re not gonna get through to her that easily
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“G’night.”
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>”Goodnight, dweeb.”
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>You close your eyes and let your breathing naturally slow
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>But your mind stays sharply focused on the fact that your cousin is standing just a few feet away from you
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>Gilda sighs, and you hear the floorboards creak beneath her as she heads towards the door
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>But her footsteps stop just outside your room
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>You wait, listening, wondering if she’s going to head back in
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>Eventually, you completely lose track of time, and find yourself starting to drift into a genuine sleep
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>But then the floorboards creak once more as Gilda steps back into the room
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>”You fucking idiot…” she mutters under her breath as she crosses the room to your bed. “I was over it. I was cool with missing you. And you just had to waltz back in here…”
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>Her hot breath washes over your face as she bends over you, and the mattress compresses a few inches to the right of your head, where Gilda’s placed her hand
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>”I hate you so much.”
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>Then she kisses you
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>A tiny jolt runs through your body, but you force yourself to remain still as Gilda’s warm lips meet yours
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>They’re way more gentle than you would have expected, and the kiss is wet and tender and seems to go on forever
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>And then, suddenly, it’s over
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>Gilda pulls away, and you hear the floor creaking beneath her feet as she heads back towards the door
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>She lingers there for a moment, and mutters something under her breath that you can’t quite catch
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>”…wish I weren’t so fucked up…” is all you can pick out
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>And then the door clicks shut, and you’re alone
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>But it’s still a very long time before you sleep
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>The next morning, you avoid looking at Gilda for pretty much the entirety of breakfast, which happens to consist of poptarts and some half-cold sodas from the fridge
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>Your cousin polishes her food off like nothing is wrong, though she doesn’t say much of anything for the whole meal
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>After everyone’s done, Uncle Gerald claps his hands together, his doughy face bright with excitement
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>”So? The two of you are headin’ out today, right?”
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“Yeah, I think so.”
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>”Bitchin’. I’ll go load up a cooler for ya. Gil, you go find the bug spray and the sleeping bags.”
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>She shrugs
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>”’Kay.”
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>And you’re left alone, to stew in your awkwardness while everyone else prepares
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>Seriously, what are you supposed to do?
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>You suppose the mature thing to do would be to confront her about it, but wouldn’t that make things a million times worse?
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>Gilda doesn’t deal with embarrassment well, as she’s shown at every available opportunity since you first met her
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>Maybe you should just keep silent about it until you leave
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>Hell, maybe it was just a dream
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>You know for an absolute fact it wasn’t –no dream feels that real, after all– but you’re smart enough to lie effectively to yourself
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>Just a dream, that’s all it was
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>Just a tender and surprisingly sweet dream, that maybe makes your chest shudder a bit when you think back to–
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>A rolled up sleeping bag hits you in the chest, knocking you out of your daydream
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>”That’s yours, dweeb. Dad says we should clean the bedbugs out.”
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“How do you do that?”
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>”Beats me.”
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>She carries hers outside, unfurls it, and starts to slap her open palm against the fabric
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>”Something like this, I guess.”
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>You do the same thing, standing beside your cousin as you both smack the living shit out of these poor sleeping bags
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“So… did you finally get to sleep last night?”
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>Gilda’s hand pauses mid-slap
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>”What are you talkin’ about?”
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“You said you had a lotta work to get done on the car. Wondered if you ever went to sleep, after you left the room.”
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>You can’t keep your big mouth shut, can you?
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>It’s just too much fun to watch Gilda squirm, you suppose
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>Your cousin shrugs, doing her best to feign nonchalance
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>”I got a few hours, I guess.”
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“Maybe you should get a little more. Might help you finally hit that growth spurt.”
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>”Whatever.”
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>She’s so flustered that it takes her a second to realize what you just said
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>”Wait, hey!”
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>When she does, she tries to aim a kick at your shins, but you’re already running back into the house
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>All-in-all, packing for the camping trip doesn’t take too long
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>After about thirty minutes, your car is loaded with all the supplies you need, and you drive off towards the trailhead
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>Your cousin sits up next to you in the front seat, her arms crossed over her chest
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>She’s dressed in a pair of camo pants and some sturdy hiking boots, along with a black Ramones t-shirt that, despite being a size too big for her, is still stretched tightly around her chest
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>And, judging by the little bumps beneath the “R” and “S,” she didn’t bother with a bra again
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>You wonder if she even owns any
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>Gilda clears her throat
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>You glance up, realizing she’s been watching you stare at her for the past several seconds
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>For a moment neither of you say anything
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>Then she turns away from you, hiding her face by resting her forehead against the window
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>”Eyes on the road, dweeb.”
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“There’s nobody else around, we’re fine. Was just checking on you.”
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>”Uh huh. You were checkin’ something, that’s for sure. Perv.”
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“Yeah. Being into your own cousin would be pretty weird, right?”
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>Gilda turns around to glare at you, and you wink at her
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>Immediately, her face goes red
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>”You…”
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>You can practically see the calculations flying through her head right now, trying to figure out if you could know what she did last night
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“Anyway, you got a weird stain on the front of your shirt. You should clean those more often.”
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>Gilda rolls her eyes, though she looks slightly relieved at the change of topic
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>”You’re so uptight. This ain’t one of my good shirts anyway…”
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>The two of you pull up to the trail head, parking on a small gravel lot by the entrance, which itself isn’t anything too impressive: just a dirt trail leading up into the woods, with a few government-mandated warning signs and a bee-infested plastic trashcan nearby
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>Gilda and you start to unpack the back of the truck; she takes the cooler, you get the sleeping bags, slinging both of them across your back
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>And then you head for the trail
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>The summer sun hangs above your heads and a thick, muggy heat blankets the forest
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>Insects chatter endlessly, and animals occasionally scurry through the underbrush as you pass by
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>After about twenty minutes of walking, you’re already soaked in sweat
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>Your cousin mostly walks behind you, but eventually steps up next to you and elbows you in the ribs
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>”Surprised you can keep up.”
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“I’d say the same to you, with those stubby legs.”
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>”Ah, shut up. It’s like you only know one joke.”
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“Sure, but it’s a joke just keeps writing itself.”
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>Gilda shoulder-checks you, and you stumble slightly before regaining your footing
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>Up close, you realize she’s sweating just as badly as you are
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>Her white hair is plastered to her forehead, and her t-shirt is soaked through, sticking to her like a… well, like a wet t-shirt
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>The contours of her muscled abdomen are clearly visible, along with the stunning orbs of her breasts and the points of her nipples
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>”Are you starin’ at me again?”
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“It’s… kinda hard not to,” you admit
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>Gilda looks down, only now realizing her whole upper body is practically on display
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>”Ah, fuck.”
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>She glances at you, then down at her chest, then back up at you
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>”You’re not gonna stop, are you?”
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“Would you even want me to?”
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>”What kinda question is that!?”
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“I dunno. Would you want me to stop?”
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>Gilda freezes for a moment, caught totally off guard
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>”Y’know what, fuck it. Stare all you want. It’s hot as hell in this thing anyway.”
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>She grabs the hem of her shirt in both hands and begins to lift it up
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>”You totally owe me a beer for this, dweeb,” she says, then pulls her shirt up and over her head
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>Beneath it, the same upper body you saw in preview is now full visible, and the sweat coating the outline of your cousin’s full breasts and sturdy torso shimmers in the afternoon sun
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“Holy shit,” you mutter, as flustered as Gilda was a few seconds ago
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>You immediately avert your eyes, your face flushed and hot
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>”Hey. What are you doing? You wanted this. Look at me.”
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“Gil, calm down. This is…”
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>”What, it’s fucked up? Nah, you don’t get to pull that anymore. You’ve been staring at me all day, you weirdo. So just look.”
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>Even though a heavy dose of shame is currently sitting at the bottom of your gut, you turn your attention back to Gilda
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>She doesn’t make any attempt to cover yourself
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>You do, however, and immediately place a sleeping bag in front of your crotch
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>Gilda laughs, sounding almost relieved
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>”Oh my God, you’re just as fucked up as me. Hell, you’re even worse. At least I’m not eyeing you up like a piece of meat.”
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“That’s not what I’m doing.”
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>”I’m watching you do it right now, dweeb. You’re way into me, huh?”
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“I am not! You’re… okay, you’re attractive. But this isn’t what it looks like. I know about last night, Gil. About the kiss.”
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>Gilda blinks, only mildly surprised
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>”And?”
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“And, uh… well…”
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>Gilda takes a step towards you, and her voice drops to a harsh whisper
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>”You want this just as bad as I do, right? If you don’t, get in the car and drive back home.”
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“I want it,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself
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>A grin spreads across your cousin’s face
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>”Then we better find a place to make camp.”
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>You follow Gilda in a daze as the two of you continue up the hill
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>Out of some weird sense of pride, you try to avoid looking at her as much as possible
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>Mostly you just don’t want to give her the satisfaction, because every time you sneak a peek at her jugs bouncing against her chest while she walks, she catches you and responds with a devilish smile
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>”Having trouble keeping up?”
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“I’m fine. How’s your back?” you shoot back
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>”Huh?”
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>Gilda looks confused for a moment, then cups a hand beneath her breasts
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>”Oh, these puppies? I got used to carryin’ ‘em two years ago. Made me strong as fuck!”
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>Gilda throws back her head, laughing
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>As weird as everything has been, you do kinda like seeing her like this
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>Both in the sense that you like seeing her happy and energetic, like she used to be, and also that you kinda like seeing her topless
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>It’s totally messed up, you’ve admitted that to yourself
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>But no matter how hard you try to force yourself, you can’t deny that she looks really, really good right now…
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>Eventually, you reach a relatively flat section of the hill, where a small clearing stretches out in the midst of an elm grove
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>The stream runs through the center of it, though it widens into almost a shallow, running lake without a hill to carry the water downwards
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>Gilda plops down at the stream’s edge, pulls off her boots, and dips her bare feet into the water
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>”Awww *man* that feels good. C’mere, dweeb. Let’s share a beer.”
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>You cautiously approach your cousin and plunk down next to her
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>She reaches into the cooler, pulls out a beer, and pops the cap off with her teeth
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>You stare in mixed horror and admiration
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“That was… kinda cool.”
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>”Want me to show you how to do it?”
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“I’m good.”
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>”Pussy. Here, chug this.”
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“Fuck no. Why?”
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>“I wanna see you when you’re drunk. We got plenty more where that came from too.”
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“Not gonna happen.”
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>”Chug it and I let you touch my girls,” Gilda says, shaking her breasts
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>…
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>You’ve never killed a beer so quickly in your life
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>It feels thick and sudsy when it hits your stomach, and you’re already feeling a bit lightheaded when you look back up at Gilda
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>She nods in approval
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>”Not bad, not bad.”
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“You do one.”
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>”Like I need to be told. Watch.”
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>Gilda cracks another beer open and lets the whole thing wash down her throat
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>She belches, then tosses the bottle aside and grabs a sandwich out of the cooler
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“Hold up. What about your end of the deal?”
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>”What about it?” Gilda asks as she scarfs down her lunch. “Go ahead and touch. I ain’t gonna stop you.”
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“Oh.”
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>You scoot a bit closer to Gilda, reach out, and place a hand against her left breast
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>It feels…about like you’d imagine, really
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>Plump and squishy, with sweat-slicked skin still warm from the afternoon sun
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>Gilda chews, trying to look nonchalant
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>You pinch her nipple slightly, and she flinches
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>”F-fuck off.”
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“You said I could touch.”
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>”Yeah, I didn’t say you could be a fuckin’— ah!“
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>You pinch her again, and she lets out a sharp yelp of mixed pleasure and pleasure
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>Gilda smacks your hand away, glaring
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>”I’ll kick your ass!”
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“Really? Sounds like you were enjoying it.”
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>Gilda grits her teeth
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>”Drunk you sucks. My turn.”
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>Gilda gestures towards your chest
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>”Shirt. Off.”
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“Fine, fine.”
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>You yank your t-shirt up and over your head and toss it aside, letting the warm breeze cool a little of the sweat forming on your own chest
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>Gilda stares for a moment, her eyes trailing for your neck down to your abdomen
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>”Huh. Not bad. For a skinny guy.”
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“Coach makes us do push-ups to failure before every run.”
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>Gilda finishes the rest of her sandwich, then opens and passes out two beers
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>”Alright, dweeb. You get to pick. Kill that, and I’ll let you use your mouth here,” she says, pointing to her tits. “Or I’ll lose my pants. You pick.”
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>You drink yours a bit slower this time; your body feels decidedly fuzzy, and any part of you that had a problem with this is gone
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“Come here.”
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>Gilda obliges, holding her arms out to her side to give you more access to her chest
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>You drag your tongue along her right breast, tasting your cousin’s sweat, her skin, and feeling the textured flesh of her nipple
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>Then you take her nipple into your mouth swirling your tongue along it… then you bite
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>”A-AH~” Gilda shouts as a jolt runs through her body
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>She shoves you off her, furious
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>”You piece of shit!”
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“You said I could use me mouth!”
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>”Yeah, but I didn’t say you could be a bastard about it! My turn!”
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>She angrily chugs her beer, then throws it right past your head
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>You duck, sprawling out on the grass, and Gilda stands over you
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>”I want everything off. Now.”
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>Something about the tone of her voice says it would be a *really* bad idea to ignore her
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>You kick off your shoes, then struggle out of your jeans
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>Gilda watches intently as you drag your boxers down, and her eyes fixate on your erect cock as it soon as it flops into view
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>A tiny line of drool runs down the side of her mouth
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>”Fuck. Not bad.”
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“Thanks.”
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>Gilda drops to her knees and wraps her hand around your fleshy length; her grip is warm, rough, yet surprisingly gentle
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“Do you… do you want to put it in?”
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>Gilda grins
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>”I fuckin’ do. I want it so, so bad. But I haven’t had my fun yet.”
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>She sits on your thighs, pinning you in place
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>”Jack off to me.”
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“W-what?”
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>”Start jackin’ it. Tell me how fucking much you love my body.”
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“Gil, you are one freaky—‘
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>”Do it!” she snarls
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>You grab your cock and start to rub, slowly at first
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>”Faster. Tell me how great my tits are. That’s not a request.”
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“T-they’re insane,” you say between grit teeth
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>Gilda nods
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>”I know,” she says, reaching her arms behind her head to give you a full view. “What else?”
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“They’re huge. Soft. I want to feel them again.”
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>”You will. Tell me how hot I am.”
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“You’re…”
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>You gulp
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“You’re amazing.”
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>”Hah! Oh man, what a dweeb. Getting off to your own cousin, what a sicko.”
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>She places her hand over yours, stopping it
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>”I bet you’d even like this, sicko.”
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>Gilda crawls down the length of your body, until her chest is level with your crotch
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>Her breasts droop down onto your shaft, so warm and alive that your entire length starts to twitch
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>You grit your teeth and let out a tiny, barely audible gasp
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>It’s enough for Gilda, though she flashes you a toothy grin as she places your cock between her breasts, where her skin is just sweaty enough for it to slip right between them
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>”If you liked that…” she says as she begins to pump your length between her plump orbs, “…then you’re gonna love this.”
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>She presses her hands on either side of her tits, her enter upper body bobbing as she thrusts you between the tight, squishy space between them
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>Again, you just barely allow yourself to moan
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>”You better make that *way* louder or I’m gonna bite your cock off.”
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“I’d like to see you t-try…” you gasp out
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>”Yeah? I bet you would.
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>Gilda bends down and opens her mouth, letting your cock push between her breasts and against her hot, wet lips
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>Her tongue flicks against your tip, making you arch your back
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>A colorless droplet of precum dribbles out onto the pink flesh of your glans, and Gilda laps it up, smiling
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>”Gimme more.”
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“I will soon…”
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>”Fuck yeah. I want it everywhere. And there better be a lot too, dweeb.”
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“T-there will be… ah…”
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>You let yourself gasp and moan, like Gilda wants, as you feel pressure beginning to build up in your gut
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>Of their own accord, your hips begin to thrust upwards in time with Gilda’s bobbing motion, sliding yourself between her tits
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>She keeps her mouth open, letting the tip of your cock kiss her tongue each time, and letting her spit lube you up enough to keep ramming between her jugs
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“For real though… I’m really gonna…”
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>”Give it to me,” Gilda says
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>And you do
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>You curl your fingers in the dirt as you spurt all over your cousin’s face
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>Gilda keeps her mouth open, catching as many of the white, gooey strands on her tongue as she can, but many more splatter against her cheeks or dribble down onto her breasts
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>”Ack! You got some in my hair! You piece of shit!”
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“Sorry…” you mutter, currently feeling like you’re floating up somewhere next to Jupiter
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>Gilda snarls, then runs to the stream to wash her hair
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>When she returns, her face is still dripping, only with water instead of your cum
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>She stands over you, smirking
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>”I think you should make camp now.”
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“Why me?”
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>”Because I just made your day. You owe me.”
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“Fine, fine.”
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>You get up and try to dress, but Gilda snatches your clothes away
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>”Nah, stay like that. I like it.”
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“You’re pure evil.”
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>”And I love it. Now get those sleeping bags up. I wanna crash when it gets dark.”
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>You’re feeling too good right now to argue with her
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>Somewhat tipsy, you stumble over to the sleeping bags and unfurl them in a flat patch of grass
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>Gilda watches you work, her eyes trailing up and down your body as you finish camp
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>By the time you’re done, the sun is already starting to set
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>You flop down onto the bags, ready to pass out
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>Then, suddenly, you feel Gilda’s bare foot on your chest
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>”Good work, dweeb. Here ya go.”
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>She leans down and hands you an open beer, which you drink half of
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>”Think it’s time you paid me back, huh?”
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“What do you want?”
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>”Take a wild fuckin’ guess.”
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>Gilda hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and pulls them down, revealing she’s wearing a pair of boyshorts stretched almost to the point of tearing over her massive hips
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>She pulls the shorts down too, revealing a pussy with just a slight bit of white hair ringing it
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>Then your cousin twists around, giving you a few of her thick, muscular rear
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>”Not bad, eh?” she says, giving it a smack. “Want it on your face?”
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“Not reall— ack!”
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>Before you get a chance to respond, Gilda drops to her knees and plunks her booty onto your face
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>Her pussy ends up against your mouth, and you inadvertently run your tongue along her slippery lower lips as you try to breathe
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>”Oh f-fuck…” Gilda groans. “That. Keep doing that.”
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>She grinds herself against your face, smearing hot, acrid juices across your lips
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>You lick greedily at every inch of her you can reach, and Gilda’s upper thighs clamp on either side of your head, locking you in place as she rides your face
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>”Don’t stop… don’t you dare fucking stop, dweeb… holy shit, you’re really good at that… gonna cum… gonna… UNF!”
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>Your cousin grunts in pleasure, and her thighs clamp so tightly around your skull that you’re half certain it’s going to burst like a melon
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>A tiny, girlish squeak slips from Gilda’s mouth, and a few dribbles of fluid drop into your mouth
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>Gilda rolls off you, flopping onto the sleeping bag to your right
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>For a moment, the two of you just lie together
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>Gilda lets her hand touch yours for a moment, then pulls away
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>”Finish your beer.”
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“I’m working on it.”
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>Your cousin rolls over, staring you in the face
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>”Finish it. Then the real fun starts.”
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“You… you wanna go all the way? Right here?”
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>”I’ve wanted this since I was old enough to know what it was. You have no idea how hard I was freaking out. When I thought you wouldn’t come back, and then when I heard you were. I thought you’d hate me if you knew. But it’s happening.”
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>Gilda runs a hand through her hair, laughing
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>”This is great, goddamn.”
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>She drains the last beer herself, and a little drunken blush is starting to show on her cheeks
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>Even as the pale light of evening descends, you can see how desperately horny your cousin is right now
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>She rolls over on the sleeping back and raises up on her hands and knees, presenting herself to you
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>Her pussy is still dribbling from your ministrations earlier, and she impatiently wriggles her hips as she calls you over
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>”Now hurry up, jackass.”
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>For a moment, you can only stare at her; already, you’re starting to harden again
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>When you get back on your knees, you’re back at full mast, your cock twitching eagerly as you place your hands on your cousin’s hips
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“Gilda.”
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>”What?”
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“I love you.”
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>”…don’t be a sap.”
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>Instead of waiting for you to insert yourself, she pushes your hips back against you, pushing you up inside her
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>Both of you gasp at the same time; you can *feel* yourself pulsating inside the hot, slipper folds of Gilda’s vagina
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>She curls her hands around the mash of the sleeping bag
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>”Fuck me like you mean it, dweeb.”
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>You don’t need to be told
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>The moves that seemed so easy and fluid in porn feel somewhat jerky and spastic now that you’re actually performing them, but you begin to thrust yourself into Gilda
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>Each individual stab of your cock into her is met with a satisfying squelch, and they come faster and faster as you start to slip into a rhythm
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>”Ah… oh, man… ah…” Gilda moans, her raspy voice breaking into girlish squeals. “I can’t take. I fuckin’ *need* this…”
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>She slams her hips into you, knocking you backwards onto the grass
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>Then she clambers on top of you, pinning you beneath her weight, and slides your cock insider her
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>Gilda arches her back, the setting sun reflecting in the sweat on her face as she rides you
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>”Just… like… that…” she grunts, slamming her hips onto you
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>Your body feels ready to shatter under her assault; your cousin has some *strong* hips
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“Gilda, wait… I’m really close…” you gasp
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>”Go ahead. I want it.”
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“But… inside you?”
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>”I. Want. It.”
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>She clamps her thighs around your hips, holding you firmly in place as she impales herself on you with wet, sloppy thrusts
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>Warnings blare in your brain, but you can’t hold back what your body needs; you moan in mixed dread and delight as you unload wave after wave of white-hot cum into your cousin
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>Gilda groans in pleasure, and falls shuddering against your chest
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>And then the two of you kiss
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>It’s chaste and romantic for only a minute, then Gilda’s tongue forces its way into your mouth, and the kiss becomes a long, sloppy, greedy makeout session as the sun slowly dips below the horizon
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>And, though you brought two sleeping bags, both of you end up needing only one as exhaustion takes its toll
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by OniiChansFables
by OniiChansFables
by OniiChansFables
by OniiChansFables
by OniiChansFables