Yes. No, no. I am not thinking anything.” She smiled and asked me again what I was thinking. I said nothing. She asked me, “Really nothing?” wit... a smirk and she looked down at the bulge in my pant.I don’t know what pushed me to do so but I pulled her closer to me and kissed on her lips. Her lips tasted yummy as she just came out of the swimming pool. She didn’t push me away rather she kissed me back. I drank the moisture on her lips and quenched my thirst.We kissed very passionately and our. That night, for instance, she seemed set on convincing me that she knew everything about twins. I'm an identical twin. You have no idea how annoying that got. On the plus side, she kept herself so busy talking that Breanne and I were able to flirt quite a lot. Stolen touches, lingering gazes, holding her around the waist... When the evening of shopping and running around town was over, we found ourselves back at Breanne's house. I volunteered to drive Cara home because Breanne was too tired.. It’s socially acceptable incest, but it’s still incest. So wanting to bang your equally gorgeous sister isn’t that much worse... right? Maybe wanting to bang your sister is incest, and wanting to do your cousin is just incest-ish.All this would have been academic if either my sister and cousin hadn’t been in almost daily contact, usually via Skype, not to mention texting, or if I hadn’t actually sent Cassie an introductory email in which I apologized for ruining her day by splaying myself naked. My condolences. You here drinking to forget, or…” he trailed off. “I’m celebrating her memory, that’s all.” The bartender grunted in approval, then moved off to help another patron. Time flew by, and I was nursing my third Old Fashioned, when I heard a voice velvety enough to put the wall panels to shame. “Is this seat taken?” “No,” I said, turning, “It’s fr... It’s free.” The hitch in my breathing was noticeable as I took her in. Long, slightly curly black hair framed her slender face, a pert.