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But Arin shook her head in the negative as she studiously avoided my eyes, focusing a little too hard as she put her dumbbells a way . But there was no mistaking the bright pink flush of her face. “I just said I agree with Bukky. You’re pretty ripped,” she muttered.

“Not that part. The other part.”

Arin shrugged and played dumb. “What other part?”

I blinked twice. I hadn’t imagined her saying that, had I? “The part about you ... I mean ... uhhh...”

Arin rolled her eyes and gave me a look like I’d grown goat horns from the top of my head. then she shook her head again and got up. “I’m going to go take a shower. You wanna watch another Game of Thrones episode tonight?”

I blinked twice again, letting my shoulders sag. Either I’d misheard her, or I’d heard her correctly but Arin was too embarrassed to admit it. Either way , I realized I shouldn’t press the issue and instead focused on answering her last question. “Yeah, Game of Thrones. Sure.” Like I said, we were all out of good new shows to watch and by now had resorted to reruns.

Arin gave me a tight smile and turned the corner to head for the stairs.

But dammit if I wasn’t stuck with the image of Arin rubbing herself in the shower now.

Pornny. Pronto, I told myself. With some busty slut that doesn’t look anything like Arin.

It was five days later when Arin and I cued up a new core exercise video, this time a 40-minute gangling Joe vid. We’d already seen all the good thenx, Blogilates, and delightful Ritavids, and gangling Joe did have some really long workouts that pushed us even harder.

Thing is: Upper-body workouts tire me out but don’t make me really sweat. Same goes for lower-body workouts, for that matter. But the core and cardio workouts really push me to my limits since they never really stop. You can’t catch your breath. And after thirty minutes feeling my sweat-soaked shirt sticking to my skin, I finally just ripped it off and kept going.

Five minutes later, I noticed Arin checking out my naked torso. Two minutes after that, I noticed her doing it again. She didn’t say anything, and I didn’t react in any way to make it obvious that I’d caught her, but I couldn’t un-notice her either.

And then hell, I let myself give Arin a once over with my eyes as well. To be perfectly honest, her body reminded me a LOT of Pamela Reif’s, and tonight she wore a skin-tight Lululemon tee and volleyball shorts that showed off her thigh gap (she was on the Varsity team at school). I noticed that SHE noticed me checking her out, and suddenly I was blushing as pink as Arin had been five days earlier.

When we were done, Arin went upstairs to take a shower. I went to my desk chair to watch some Pornny, taking care not to pick anything that reminded me of my little cousin. The problem was, I kept imagining that Arin was masturbating in the shower, and despite the moving pictures of busty young sluts crawling all over each other and one lucky guy on the screen before me, I couldn’t get that image out of my mind.

And I did not want to ejaculate while thoughts of Arin were in my head. that was just... inappropriate.

Bottom line: I didn’t get off before Arin finished her shower. Feeling quite antsy, I really just wanted to get my own shower over with, so I grabbed my towel and went to wait for her to come out of the bathroom. I suppose I could have gone to use the big shower in our parents’ master bedroom, but Arin and I had al way s used the hall way bathroom. Only Bukky ever went into our parents’ bathroom, whether it was to shower or use the toilet.

Now let me make clear that I didn’t usually wait for my cousin to emerge. Usually, my post-workout jerk-off sessions lasted longer than her shower, so she was al way s already in her bedroom by the time I came out. not that she walked naked out of the bathroom or anything like that, but Arin was certainly surprised when she popped the door.

Arin had very long, very fine hair. She was quite proud of it and took care of it religiously. When dry, it hung in a shimmering curtain half way down her back, accentuating her willowy, lengthy body. Still damp, as it was now, it stuck tightly to her scalp, drawing my attention to her large, luminous eyes as she stared at me, her pouty lips slightly parted as if panting with arousal.

Or, you know, gasping in surprise to see her brother waiting just outside the door. One or the other.

Holding her dirty clothes in one hand, she was wearing her towel wrapped around her torso with the fold tucked into her cleavage. My eyes had darted to that cleavage for a moment and then trailed down the exposed skin of her long, lithe legs. I turned a way in embarrassment, muttering “Sorry! Sorry!” for surprising her and silently chastising myself for ogling her just now. She muttered something in reply, quietly enough that I didn’t catch it immediately, and went into her bedroom. I waited until I heard the door latch click shut before I turned back around to go into the bathroom, praying fervently that she hadn’t noticed the massive bulge in my gym shorts.

Only then did her words filter into my brain: “It’s okay. I don’t mind you looking.”

I didn’t have the brain power at this moment to process that, so I hurried into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

And my damn hard-on wouldn’t go a way .

“I don’t mind you looking”? Seriously. What the hell is going on? Is my little cousin ... like ... interested? In me?

We had been in quarantine way too long.

Am -I- interested in my cousin? Da fuq?

This was so inappropriate.





Home Alone With Steamy Cousins: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/home-alone-with-steamy-cousins/43005

Awesome05:
Cool story.

Thank you.

As for Arin ... Well, actually, I’m not sure What Arin did all day. She didn’t lock herself up in her room like Bukky, for sure, but whenever I was in my own room playing video games or doing ... myself ...

I didn’t much pay attention to What my little cousin was up to. I imagined she was doing the same things as me: reading, streaming movies, and doing ... herself...

I didn’t really want to think about that last part. She was my little cousin. that’s just gross.

But then one day, Arin said something that started to change all that.

“She’s right you know. you’ve got a great body. I even caught myself masturbating to your abs the other day.”

I had been panting hard prior to Arin saying those words, but hearing them took my breath a way .noreally, I couldn’t breathe.

In fact, I started choking, coughing up water that had Gone down the inappropriate pipe and barely managed to set the bottle down upright on the counter without spilling it.

As had become part of our evening routine, Arin and I had put youTube on the big television tonight and cued up one of a variety of instructor-led workout videos.

It was the best way we could come up with to stay in shape and avoid gaining the “Covid 19” (like the Freshmen 15, but worse), with all of the gyms being closed and all. Pornny might get my heart racing, but it didn’t really give me a full-body workout, y’know?

We alternated who got to pick the video and did our best to spread around the muscle groups worked on. I tended to pick upper-body workouts and Arin tended to pick lower-body or core.

I tended to favor those featuring pretty girls like Pamela Reif, because let’s face it: delightful Rita is really hot. Arin picked a lot of thenx, madFit, and Blogilates.

Tonight was a delightful Rita workout, one that really worked out our abs, and toward the end of it, Bukky had come downstairs and Gone into the kitchen to get herself a drink.

Rather than take her glass upstairs immediately though, Bukky hung out in the space between the kitchen and the back of the big couch, just sort of watching the video.

At least, I thought she was watching the video, but she may have also been watching us.

When the workout vid ended two minutes later, I collapsed flat on my back and wheezed from exhaustion. I truly hadnoidea how the slender fitness model could just keep going and going and hoing like the freaking Energizer Bunny, never pausing, never resting, and never even breaking a sweat.

I was soaked myself, and I felt that awful clammy feeling of my t-shirt sticking to my skin.

“15-minute Six-pack? really?” Bukky mocked. “you want a serious workout; you should do gangling Joe.”

I didn’t really know who Bukky was talking about, but I looked over at Arin with a questioning look and she shrugged. We’d look her up later. In the meantime, my water bottle was empty, and I stood up to refill it.

My clammy shirt annoyed me, so I whipped it over my head as I went into the kitchen.

“It’s not like we only did a 15-minute workout,” Arin said defensively. “We did two 10-minute core workouts right before this one.”

Bukky was already heading for the stairs, but she had glanced back at me when my shirt came off. And she commented rather slyly, “I can tell, squirt. you don’t look like you even need a six-pack workout. you’ve already got a great-looking core.”

I arched an eyebrow at her, surprised at the unexpected compliment. Bukky looked a little surprised herself, and she quickly turned the corner and went out of view.

I refilled my bottle from the filtered tap next to the faucet, started chugging a way , and that’s when Arin commented, “She’s right you know. you’ve got a great body. I even caught myself masturbating about your abs the other day.”

And then I’d promptly choked.

It felt like it took a full minute of thumping my own chest with my right fist to get the oxygen Going again. Even once I started breathing,

I had to cough several more times to clear my lungs and felt tears streaming down my cheeks. And only then did I managed to look back into the television room and gasp, “What did you say?”

But Arin shook her head in the negative as she studiously avoided my eyes, focusing a little too hard as she put her dumbbells a way .

But there was no mistaking the bright pink flush of her face. “I just said I agree with Bukky. you’re pretty ripped,” she muttered.

“Not that part. The other part.”




Home Alone With Steamy Cousins: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/home-alone-with-steamy-cousins/43005

We got to be lazy. We got to slack off. It was a little like a staycation, and doing all that was nice for about week, maybe two. But two weeks became three. Three weeks became four, five, and six.

There had beennoclasses during Spring Break, which meant that by now we’d caught up on everything good to watch on African Magic or Yoruba movie and now were left with the crapnoone would’ve watched if we weren’t trapped in our house because of the pandemic, and a lot of those movies were bad. Maybe it was time to try Hulu.

I mean, we got out of the house a little. The stay-at-home order had been lifted after three weeks, and we’d started to do a lot of hiking and biking on the weekends. It was a great way to get some fresh air while staying in areas where Bukky could easily maintain six feet of social distance.

Arin and I traded off getting the groceries. We’d also played tennis for the first week before the city closed all the courts. But it wasn’t enough. not nearly enough.

And yeah, we had started to get pretty sick of each other.

I take that back: Arin was still pretty happy to have me around. that probably had something to do with Bukky turning into a righteous bitch and me defending Arin whenever she called her out on it. But my little cousin and I had al way s got along pretty well.

Bukky had been a domineering big cousin since we were toddlers, so Arin and I had long held an “us versus her” mentality. We had similar tastes in music and movies and could often be found watching African Magic together.

We enjoyed playing board games, or at least had enjoyed them before becoming teenagers and getting distracted by teenage things. Now trapped at home for days on end, we’d rediscovered the nostalgic joy of playing them again.

We even made a few TikTok videos together. Separated from our regular friends, we had naturally turned to each other for conversation.

But Bukky had been in her own world, isolating herself from me and Arin for the most part. She had the streaming apps on her iPad and preferred to watch movies in bed. She was constantly on the phone, and some days it seemed like she only emerged at mealtimes. It was as if she had kept one foot out the door back to school, to her friends, and of course to her boyfriend.

More than once I would pass by her locked bedroom door at night and hear her moaning as she had the media platform sex with her boyfriend. I would al way s quickly move on. Empirically, I knew my cousin was really sexy.

She had the body of an Instagram influencer, the kind that crammed overly large tits into tight sports bras and took a lot of photos of their juicy butts in tight spandex. But I would much rather jerk off to internet porn than eavesdrop on my bitchy cousin like some kind of pervert.

Speaking of the internet, Pornny had practically become my Safari homepage. I had done alright for myself at college, with three girlfriends over the past two years, one of them lasting for six months. There had also been two one-night stands after parties with super-hot drunken sluts. I had a pretty big schlong and I knew What to do with it.

Success breeds more success, and walking around with the confidence of a young man who had bedded some smokin’ hot babes had earned me my most recent girlfriend, Beauty.

Beauty and I had also tried the media platform sex, but unfortunately, we’d both found it sorely lacking. Further, we really didn’t have a whole lot in common besides sex. We didn’t have the same circle of friends, didn’t have similar interests in conversational topics, and to make a long story short, we both agreed to take a break from each other for as long as this pandemic lasted.

If and when we were both able to return to campus, we’d meet up and see if the chemistry was still there. If so, great. If not, we’d wish each other well and move on.

For the first week after that, I probably filled six tissues a day watching Pornny or reading erotica. The week after that, I probably filled eight or nine tissues a day.

But even that started to get old after a while, and I decided my time was better spent on video games, streaming movies, and playing board games with Arin.

As for Arin ... Well, actually, I’m not sure What Arin did all day. She didn’t lock herself up in her room like Bukky, for sure, but whenever I was in my own room playing video games or doing ... myself ... I didn’t much pay attention to What my little cousin was up to. I imagined she was doing the same things as me: reading, streaming movies, and doing ... herself...

I didn’t really want to think about that last part. She was my little cousin. that’s just gross.





Home Alone With Steamy Cousins: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/home-alone-with-steamy-cousins/43005