I watched my cousin as she stared at the wall in front of her. A storm of emotions flooded through me, driven by the terrible realization that I had m...sread my cousin’s feelings for me. She was sixteen, almost five years my junior, and my heart ached as I watched her... ... and then she looked at her mother. “I love him, Mom.”My heart thudded in my chest, and I found myself standing to face her directly. “You do?” My mother and my aunt were stunned into silence, but my cousin and I only had. I am not angry with you. I don't hate you or hold bad feelings. I have many warm memories of the good times we spent together. Those are the ones that I will keep. I don't want to keep remembering the one bad thing that happened to us." That's the Kyle I have always known, so kind, so caring, so thoughtful, so gentle. Even the first time that we met at the football game, I could feel your hands on my breasts, almost any other guy would have squeezed them or done something to call attention to. They were jsut in time to see me - seemingly - to be MADE to go down on Riana. She lay where I had been and I ate her hairy little puss, raching up to squeeze her big tits and nipples,and she very quickly came all over my face, to the point of squirting. I had to pretend not to be well versedin sapphic lovemaking, whilst being fair about returning her pleasure.The lads were up and ready then, and Riana suggested that Neil and I, and Steve and she all go off to separate roomsfor an hour so we. I must have been more spaced out than I realized. Anyway, I finished reviewing the lectures, did the assigned reading, and then whipped through the homework.Next I checked messages. It was all spam except for the one I was really looking for: a message from Reb. She looked like she'd been through a wringer but it was definitely her."Hi Viv, this is Reb. I'll call back," was all she had to say. I tried returning the call but Reb has suppressed the sender address. That meant I couldn't send her a.