And we were almost back home without saying a word, and I opened my mouth to say sorry again, but suddenly I was just angry because why should I say s...rry anyway, and I said “It's not like you only like boys either” and she said “Yeah I do” and I said “That's bullshit” and she said “Whatever”.“So like, you never even once thought about doing that to me?” I said and she said “No never” and I said “That's bullshit too” and she said “Whatever” again.And she drove me home and it was night and when. I craned my neck to catch a glimpse of bare tit. She turned my head back toward the movie screen. “Eyes front, stud! Somebody needs to pay attention to the movie. You know Dad’s gonna quiz us on it!” Reluctantly, I followed through, watching the film, while occasionally glancing down at the swell of breast in my hand. Bunching up her skirt above her knees, she took the pop-corn bucket and put it in her lap, snuggled between her thighs. “Help yourself!” she said, that wicked smile crossing her. . You feel my shudders. My helplessness... I grab for some tissue but none is close by... you walk over and get me some... handing me a handful watching me. I feel you brush my hair from the side of my neck... I look at you and step away... trying to gain control but with a step the fine powder poofs up again and I am again sent into a fit of sneezing... almost bending over with the force of them. Something snaps in you... Your hands are on me... pulling me across to you your lips on my neck.... I was almost speechless. However, I did manage to get something out of my mouth. “Rachel, please tell me that you really didn’t?” “Wish I could sweet cousin, but I can’t.” Rachel said, and turned a shade of red. I could tell she was not embarrassed, but she was still a little humiliated to having admitted it. I just stood there. I was shocked. I could not believe that my cousin, my almost sister Rachel, admitted to having sex with her own father. And now.