I want to talk to you.”Pulling a stool up to the island, I sat across from her, sipped my coffee and asked, “What’s up?”Giving me her motherly...look, she said, “You seem very taken by Brian. Are you in love?”I was completely blind-sided by her question. Never before had she asked me anything about my feelings for boyfriends.I felt myself blush as I looked down into my coffee cup before responding, “Yes, I am.”Mom smiled, reached out and took my hand and said, “I can understand why. He’s not only. I had been getting more and more agitated. Every face I saw triggered a memory, every hug or pat on the back seemed to bring more pain. It finally hit me. I’d never had a chance to grieve for my family. I’d had to jump straight in, arrange the funerals, deal with the insurance, and try to save the company. Plus, I never had anyone to grieve with. Every one close to me was gone. Kim acted sympathetic, but I could sense she never really gave a rat’s butt about it.Now, twenty months later I sat. That was it. I was about to fuck my first cousin and move into the realm of incest. My dick was about to enter the inviting cunt of my cousin. But I wanted it and she wanted it and there was no stopping now. My penis was soaked in pre cum and her saliva. But more than that, her pussy was so wet that it just glided in with a slight push. My penis was inside a vagina that it was not supposed to be. A vagina that was forbidden for it. But it was inside and I did not regret one bit of it.I held her. With both her skin and mine sheened with traces of the bath-oil, my caresses glided over her almost frictionlessly, just barely skimming her – her always smoothly soft skin feeling even more like the most ultra-fine silk. Bethany gave a soft sigh when I slid my arms around her, and my fingers tingled as they slipped over the gentle swell of her stomach and moved up to cup her breasts. Just the feel of the swollen firmness of them stirred me, stirred and stimulated me, and the feelings I had.