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“Go to bed,” she said quietly, the tone that of a big cousin used to ordering around her siblings.

Obediently, I swung my legs out and stood up. But before I walked a way , I gave her a sad look and asked, “What happens now?”

She took a deep breath, and when she exhaled it took ten seconds for the air to stop whistling. Shaking her head slowly, she looked up at me and shrugged. “I don’t know yet.”

Pursing my lips, I nodded my understanding. She walked over to the door, opened it, and looked at me expectantly. I headed to the door way , but as I came alongside her, I stopped, gave her a warm smile, and leaned down to kiss her once more.

She let me, whimpering a little as my tongue penetrated her lips. But I didn’t overstay my welcome, standing up again and giving her a reassuring look. “I love you, Bukky,” I told her sincerely.

She brightened a little and smiled back. “I love you, too.”

And then I returned to my room.


“you okay, bro? you seem a little ... distracted. did you not get a good night’s sleep?”

Arin looked at me with genuine concern as she joined me at the dining table. I had been staring off into space, holding my spoon a few inches in the air above my bowl of Corn flakes.

I belatedly realized I had been grinding my teeth a bit. I blinked a few times and looked at her, shaking my head in the negative. “Uh, no, nothing like that. I slept great actually.”

It was true. I had slept like a baby. Well, not like a baby - waking up three times in the middle of the night screaming for milk or having wet underwear. Truly, that’s a strange idiom. But I digress...

I’d been doing that a lot this morning. Digressing, not wetting my underwear. One moment, I’d been pouring milk into my bowl of cereal.

The next, I’d been remembering What Bukky’s lips felt like as she nibbled on my mushroom head like a fuzzy caterpillar. Which is a really strange metaphor that I don’t understand. And I’m digressing again.

“I’m fine,” I lied to my little cousin. “just thinking about a quiz I have in ten minutes.”

I’m wondering if Bukky hates me for What we did last night while simultaneously reminiscing about how supremely talented my cousin is at giving blowjobs, I didn’t say.

“Uh-huh,” Arin replied noncommittally. But she took her seat and said nothing further, digging into her own bowl of oatmeal.

“Morning, guys,” Bukky greeted us with a perky grin as she tore into the kitchen like a tornado.

Moving more quickly than I could believe, she grabbed coffee grounds from the pantry, stepped across the kitchen to the coffee maker, poured the coffee grounds into the coffee maker, put a way the bag, crossed to cabinet, pulled out a big coffee mug, crossed to the sink, filled the mug with water, returned to the coffee maker, poured in the water, placed the mug under the spout, and hit the start button.

And while that seems like very long run-on sentence, it doesn’t actually take very long to read, and yet somehow Bukky managed to execute all those steps in even less time.

“Bye, guys,” she called in a sing-song voice as she exited the room to Go back upstairs.

Arin and I exchanged amused looks. “When was the last time Bukky called us ‘guys’?” she wondered aloud.

I arched an eyebrow and thought about that. “She was probably still in high school.”

Arin chuckled and shook her head. “I’m just glad she seems to be in a good mood. you’d think she got laid or something last night.”

I promptly choked on my next bite.

Bukky really did seem happy this morning, as her perky-hyper mood continued when she returned downstairs to collect her coffee. Seriously, if the girl was moving that fast to begin with, why the hell would she even need the caffeine?

I’m digressing again.

The point is: I started to relax about the whole ‘Does my cousin hate me’ thing. I had been at the sink rinsing out my bowl when she picked up her coffee mug, took a sip, and actually winked at me over the rim.

I smiled in response, a reaction that only made her even happier, and I could’ve sworn she waggled her butt at me as she left the kitchen to Go back upstairs.

It was a good thing Arin had already left by then, taking her oatmeal and a glass of OJ up to her bedroom. Her class started five minutes before mine.

So with my mind much more at ease, I headed up to my own room to start classes for the day, worried less about whether or not Bukky had irreparably harmed our relationship, and wondering more about What would happen next.

But I would have to wonder quite a bit longer. While Bukky continued to spend more time with us, the same as she had done for the past week, there werenomore late-night visits to my bedroom. She madenocomment or reference to our illicit Mouth Gig. She talked to me the same way she had al way s talked to me. She hugged me the same way she had al way s hugged me. And if I hadn’t been abso-smurfingly certain that the Mouth Gig did indeed happen in real life, I might’ve started wondering if it wasn’t some kind of wet dream.

The rest of the school week passed without incident. On Saturday, the three of us masked-up and took a 4-mile loop trail through a canyon filled with spring wildflowers and topped out at a nice bluff with a view. Sunday, we played a few board games and watched a movie together, all three of us, and then the media platformd our parents (and grandparents) just to check in. And Monday we went right back into the school routine.

I never said a word about What had happened.

Bukky never said a word about What happened.




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