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Blink
I open my eyes and find myself in my room. "Huh..? When did I get home?" I look around, absolutely confused as I don't remember the trip home. "That's strange... I remember Rheyna taking me to the old courtyard and then... Huh? What happened next..?" I rack my brain, trying to desperately remember what happened after that. "I really can't remember... But it feels like I've forgotten something I shouldn't have..."
After pondering on my mysterious memory loss, I decided to just let it be. I'm home safe and sound, that's all that matters. With that, I slide my backpack off my shoulders and throw it to my bed. 'Gotta change into my home clothes now.'
I look down and begin unbuttoning my uniform, but I stopped after noticing something weird. "Huh? Why is my collar button on? I never button that shit on. No wonder my throat felt a little off." confused, I continue undressing myself until I'm down to my underwear.
I reach for a towel and wrap it around me, making sure it's covering my chest. 'Every time I put on a towel, I remember the times I got scolded by my parents for wrapping the towel just around my waist and letting my manboobs free. I still don't understand why men's chest are seen as lewd while women can air theirs out without a second thought...'
It's at times like this that I miss being able to go shirtless anywhere at home. Especially when it's summer and it's hot as shit even with the fan on in my room. 'The only AC is in our living room and I can't go shirtless there. My room is the only place I could do that.'
With that brief reminiscence out of way, I grab a fresh pair of briefs and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
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"Ah~ Being clean feels so nice. I feel so light, so pure after I shower." with a content body and mind, I leave the bathroom with the towel over my chest again.
Without taking a detour, I head straight for my room. I grab the knob and push it open.
"Hello. How have you been, kuya Mark?"1"kuya" is essentially "big brother" in Filipino. We also use it to refer to guys who are older than us, but don't look old enough to be uncles. a young feminine voice called out to me, her tone familiar and affectionate.
The owner of the voice is a girl not that much younger than me. She has black hair reaching just below her nape, and black eyes similar to mine. She dons a blue button-up shirt and jeans.
My eyes widen in recognition. "Bea? I didn't know we had relatives over. When did you guys arrive?" I ask, unfazed by the fact that my second cousin is in my room, sitting on my bed, staring at my freshly showered form. My hair still wet in some areas.
"....." Bea silently scanned me with great interest in her eyes. "Did you just get out of the shower?" she asks, but the way she said it sounded more like a distraction than anything. "Mhm. I'm gonna change now, so can you get out of my room?" my tone casual, despite the scandalous and inappropriate moment. If I was a normal guy, then I likely would have screamed and yelled for her to get out of my room.
"... Yeah. Of course." she says with a small smile. Finally, she rose from my bed. The mattress slowly returning to its original shape. Her bare feet hit my floorboards as she sauntered over to me, shooting a quick glance as she walked past.
Not long after, I heard the door close behind me.
"... This is normal... right?" again, I wondered if the way my cousin looks and acts around me is normal between relatives.
The reason Bea calls me kuya (big brother), even though we're second cousins, is due to the fact her parents regularly took her to visit since we were young. Since I didn't have a sister in my past life, I treated her like a little sister, and somewhere down the line she started calling me big brother. Oh, I also have an actual sister in this life. She's a year younger than Bea at 18, making her 17 years old.
"Enough thinking... I have to get changed and greet my aunt and uncle downstairs."
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In the bathroom where Mark just was.
"Hii... Haa... Yeah, that's the good stuff..." Bea muttered to herself, inhaling the leftover smell of soap and shampoo. "Kuya Mark still uses the same brand of shampoo, even after a decade. I use it too, but it never smelled this good..." she muttered, immersing herself in lingering heat and smell.
Click
Bea closes the door behind her, shutting herself off from the outside world, from anyone outside this tiled room.
"Haa... kuya Mark..." she breathes. With slow, but determined steps, Bea approached the shower. Pushing aside the curtain, a fresh, stronger wave of heat and smells enveloped her. "Haaa ♥" she ingests it all like a drug. Heat rising within her.
She steps inside, her bare feet gripping the wet tiles beneath her. She pulls the curtains back, enclosing herself in the small space. After doing so, the sensations felt more concentrated as they wrap around her. "It's like kuya Mark is hugging me..." Bea mutters.
".... More... I want to feel it even more..." Bea unfastens the two buttons of her shirt. She then grabs the hem and pulls it overhead. Her breasts let loose, covered by a modest white bra. She hangs her shirt over the curtain's rod.
"Not enough- I want his heat all over my skin." Bea mutters. Soon her hands reach behind her to unhook her bra which was hanged alongside her shirt. Next are her jeans. She unfastens the metallic button, naturally her zipper followed. Now loose, she hooked the waist with her thumbs and pulled them down. Her jeans becoming the 3rd item hanging on the shower curtain.
The only piece left on her person is her matching modest white panties. Bea hooked the garter and pushed the piece down her fit thighs. She then stepped out of them and hanged her underwear alongside the rest.
Now Bea stands bare in the shower, naked as the day she was born. "Aahhh~!" she exclaimed, her hands wrapping themselves around to hug her. "I can feel him, I can feel kuya Mark all over me...!"
Her core soon began to heat up, her lower region excreting fluids from the arousal.
Thud
Bea's right hand found the tiled wall for support. Now bent over, her free hand went lower. Soon finding themselves on her clit. "Kuya Mark... Kuya Mark..." she whispers the name like a prayer as she rubs her hooded pea in slow circles.
Shlick
Her two fingers carefully penetrated her wet entrance. "Yes... That's it... Give it to me like a good boy..." she whispers to an imaginary Mark she had conjured up. Slowly, the intensity of her self-pleasuring increased. Her fingers sliding in and out whilst she imagines it's Mark's manhood, his cock. "It's okay... We're second cousins. It's perfectly legal for us to be together..." Bea whispers, fueling her own fantasy.
Bea continued masturbating, until she felt her impending orgasm. "Hng! I'm cumming, Mark! Let's do it together, like lovers!" she yells. Not long after, her orgasm crashes over her like a wave. Her body tensing as she comes undone. "Oh- Ohhhh!" she moaned shamelessly, her voice bouncing around the tiled room.
After she finished riding out her orgasm, the tension in her muscles disappeared, relaxing as she cools down. "Ha... Ha...." Bea breathed heavily.
Soon, post nut clarity hit her. But instead of shame or guilt that she just masturbated to her cousin, her desire, her obsession with Mark only grew stronger. "I'm 18 now... We can get married legally... I'll- No, you take responsibility for making me feel this way. If you weren't so... you, since we were kids, then I wouldn't have turned out like this..."
Bea replayed her childhood memories with Mark. Even when they were young, Mark had always acted calm and mature as he cared for her. Before, she genuinely thought of Mark as just a brother figure, but after puberty hit, that wholesome image flipped and she soon began seeing him as the opposite sex. The fact that they're second cousins and can legally marry only served as justification for her.
"You'll reject me if I'm too aggressive... I know my feelings, my desires for you are not normal. Mama will probably beat me senseless if she finds out. So I'll manipulate you, slowly, carefully. I'll make you warm up to the idea of loving me, your cousin... And when we get found out, it'll be too late. I'd whisk you off your feet and carry you to my home, our home."
Bea began to fantasize a future where Mark waits for her return, like a good husband. "Ah... You'd make an amazing father, Mark... Our children will grow to be amazing just like you." a wide smile stretched across her lips at the thought.
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After her little "moment" in the shower, Bea went downstairs, acting like nothing happened.
Entering the living room, she sees her parents alongside her aunt and uncle; Mark's parents.
'Where's Mark? Is he still in his room?' Bea wondered as she scanned the room for any sign of her beloved.
Bea's mother glanced at her daughter from the couch, sitting and chatting with her husband and Mark's parents. Just a glance, just to check on her daughter before she shifted her attention and focused on the conversation again.
'I'll check upstairs. Maybe Mark is still in his room-' but before she could take a step up the stairs, a familiar voice called out to her.
"Bea? Where you going?" Mark called out to her. Bea snapped around to see Mark standing just outside the kitchen, holding a tray consisting of mugs, a pitcher of iced tea, and what appears to be toasted sandwiches. Her eyes scanned his outward appearance; wearing a loose purple tank top that teased sections of his chest, and a pair of white shorts that give a peak of his lean thighs.
'Fuck- You're so proper, so mature, but you dress so lewdly, kuya Mark. The gap is so damn hot...' Bea says internally.
"Ah, Mark, there you are!" Mark's mother called out. "You can place it here. Thank you, son." she patted the small table in front of the couch. Mark proceeded to walk over and place the tray on the table, as instructed. "The sandwiches are toasted and have sunny side up eggs inside, so don't bite too hard, or else the yolk might spill out." Mark explained in a polite tone.
"Mm! Thank you, Mark!" Bea's mother thanked the young man with a wide smile on her face. "You're such a good lad. Your parents are lucky to have you as their son." Bea's father added. "Thanks, auntie, uncle." Mark replied with a smile.
He then turned back to Bea. "Bea, I made a portion for you, too. Come here, let's sit down." he invited without hesitation, still not recognizing how Bea really feels for him. "... Yeah. Thanks, Mark." Bea replied with a small smile.
'I want to kiss you so bad right now. You're so thoughtful, making snacks and juice for everyone. If it was me, I would have just done the juice and grabbed some crackers.' yet Bea's outside expression remained calm, unchanged. She knows very well she can't afford to show any sign of her true self to her nor Mark's parents. Not right now, not yet. Until she's ready, until Mark has fallen, she'll play the role of a normal daughter, a regular close relative.
'Ah... Once I get my own place, I should get a coffee table like that. Smooth surface, but sturdy. I'll spread Mark on it and ride him stupid.' despite her internal fantasy, Bea's lips only curved into a small smile as she approached the couch.
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