I just didn't know it would be my cousin.So my cousin John (not original name) seemed to have consigned himself to living in my small hometown for the...rest of his life. Which is no problem, always good to see a familiar face. It was about a week into my vacation that I ran into him and we started to hang out. I was a bit curious, even though he wasn't Casanova, he always got the girls. I had heard this was because he was hung like a horse. What was further intriguing was that I had heard from. I had a pervy lesbian sister, my dad I swore was secretly gay and us kids were the product of my mother sleeping around, like she did from time to time. They hardly ever even talked to each other, let alone made love. Of course, I also had some typical friends. Most of which I swear were only using me to get to my sister. As revenge, I've never revealed that she's a lesbian, nor have I mentioned she has more porn than I do.My sister's name is Kikyo and yes, she is named after the character in. Maryam had on a beautiful red evening dress with a conservative neckline, leaving much to my imagination, black heels, and that charming smile. I greeted her with a quick peck on the cheek. ‘You look fabulous.’ ‘Not so bad yourself. Ready to go?’ We grabbed a cab over to a Mediterranean restaurant, after all, where ELSE would you go in Paris? Maryam did all the ordering on Arabic, and I just sat back and puffed out my chest with a ‘yep, that’s MY date’ look on my face. As we waited for our. I struggled to fight back my sobs as I searched for the right words to say. Finally, I mustered up what little dignity I had left and asked, “How can you say that you don’t feel comfortable letting me spend the night, but yet you felt comfortable enough to have sex with me?” He turned his head, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. His answer was the final insult to my integrity. His answer was the very essence of a lie. A lie he expected me to believe as truth. “I have to get up early in.