The Cousins: Movie Night]

Troy's fingers drummed against his thigh, thumbing the frayed edge of his gym shorts. The TV flickered with some forgettable action movie, half-watched, while his phone buzzed against the coffee table for the third time in ten minutes. He knew who it was without looking. Kaliyah always sent pictures when her nails were fresh—tonight’s shade was blood-red, her toes curled against a towel, the arch of her foot flexed just enough to make his throat tighten.

Across the room, his cousin’s sandals lay abandoned where she’d kicked them off earlier, straps still warm from her skin. The scent of coconut oil lingered in the air, thick and sweet, mixing with the musk of sweat from their late-night workout. Troy dragged his tongue over his teeth, trying not to stare at the dent her ass had left in the couch cushion when she’d gotten up to grab drinks.

Kaliyah’s laugh carried from the kitchen, low and throaty as she popped the cap off a beer. “You gonna keep ignoring me, cuz?” The tease in her voice prickled down his spine. She knew exactly what she was doing—leaning against the counter in those tiny sleep shorts, one hip cocked, the outline of her nipples pressing against her thin tank top. The fridge light haloing her like she was some kind of sin he was supposed to pray about.

His phone buzzed again. This time, the screen lit up with a new message: "U see how hard u got last time. Stop playin’." Troy exhaled sharply through his nose, thumb hovering over the keyboard. The air between them had been charged for weeks, all stolen glances and “accidental” touches. But this? This was the point of no return.

Kaliyah padded back into the living room, cold beer dripping condensation onto her fingers. She didn’t hand it to him. Instead, she straddled the arm of the couch, her bare foot brushing against his thigh as she took a slow sip. The blanket pooled between them—thin, flimsy, the only thing separating his hardening cock from the heat of her skin. “You ain’t said shit,” she murmured, dragging her toes up the inside of his leg. “Scared?”

Troy caught her ankle, calloused fingers wrapping around the delicate bones. He could feel her pulse jump under his grip. “You know what this is.” His voice came out rough, strained. The movie’s explosions faded to white noise as Kaliyah’s other foot slid under the hem of his shorts, her toes tracing the thick vein running along his shaft.

She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Say it.” Her breath hitched when his hand slid higher, squeezing her calf. The blanket slipped, revealing the wet spot on her shorts, the way her thighs trembled just slightly. “Tell me why we been pretendin’.” The TV screen went black, plunging them into darkness—just the sound of their ragged breathing and the slick slide of skin against skin.

Troy groaned as her toes curled around him, her foot working slow, torturous strokes. “Fuck, Kali…” His hips jerked upward, grinding into her instep. The scent of her arousal mixed with the coconut oil still clinging to her skin, drowning him in musk and salt. Her heel pressed against his balls, firm enough to make him swear through clenched teeth.

She shifted suddenly, straddling his lap with a smirk, her tank top riding up to expose the dimples above her waistband. “Cousins ain’t s’posed to do this,” she whispered—but her hands were already yanking his shorts down, blunt nails digging into his hips. Their foreheads touched, sharing the same air, same hunger. “You wanna stop?” Her tongue flicked against his bottom lip. “Say stop.”

His grip on her hips tightened hard enough to bruise. The first thrust punched the breath from both of them, her heat swallowing him whole. Kaliyah threw her head back, nails raking down his chest. “That’s it—ohgodthat’sit—” Her moan broke into a gasp as he lifted her, slamming her back down, their sweat-slick bodies moving in sync. The couch creaked beneath them, lost to the rhythm of skin slapping skin.

She bit his shoulder, tasting salt, her thighs clamping around him when his thumb found her clit. “Bet you jacked off to this,” she panted, grinding hard against his palm, “bet you came thinking ‘bout your cuz ridin’ you.” Troy growled, flipping her onto the cushions, pinning her wrists above her head. The way her tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples dark and pebbled against his chest, made his vision blur.

Their lips crashed together, messy, teeth clacking as she arched into him. “Gonna fill me up?” Kaliyah taunted, wrapping her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass. “Gonna breed me like we ain’t family?” The filthy words pushed him over the edge—he came with a roar, hips stuttering as she clenched around him, milking every last drop.

Panting, she dragged his hand between her legs, smirking at his groan when he found her soaked. “Round two,” Kaliyah whispered, guiding his fingers inside, “and this time? You’re eatin’ me ‘til I scream.”

Troy didn’t hesitate—he shoved her thighs apart and buried his face between them, tongue flattening against her swollen clit while she fisted his hair. The taste of her was richer than he’d imagined, salt and musk flooding his senses as she rocked against his mouth. “Fuck—right there, oh shit—” Her hips jerked, slamming his nose deeper into her folds, her moans turning ragged.

He flipped her onto her stomach suddenly, gripping her hips to yank her ass up, his cock already hard again against her thigh. “Tell me,” he growled, teasing her entrance with his tip, watching her shiver. “Who owns this pussy?” Kaliyah whimpered, pushing back onto him, her answer muffled into the couch cushions as he sheathed himself inside her with one brutal thrust.

The slap of skin grew louder, faster—her nails clawed at the cushions while his hand snaked around her throat, pulling her upright against his chest. “Say it,” he rasped, biting her earlobe as she trembled. “Mine,” she gasped, arching as her orgasm ripped through her, “all yours, cuz—fuck!” He followed her over the edge, hips grinding deep, filling her again as she collapsed into the mess of sweat and tangled limbs.

Kaliyah’s breath was ragged against his collarbone, her fingers tracing the scratches she’d left on his chest. “Ain’t done,” she murmured, lazily palming his softening cock, already feeling him twitch back to life. Troy chuckled darkly, flipping her onto her back and spreading her thighs with his knees. “Greedy,” he muttered, dragging his tongue up her inner thigh, savoring the way she shuddered when he blew cool air over her slick folds.

Her moan was half-laugh, half-plea as she tangled her fingers in his hair. “You love it.” She arched when his tongue circled her clit, slow and teasing. “And you taste—” His words dissolved into a groan as she squeezed her thighs around his head, her heel digging into his back. The room smelled like sex and cheap beer, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside, casting shadows across her writhing body.

Troy pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his thumb rubbing lazy circles where his tongue had been. “We fucked up,” he said, voice rough. Kaliyah grinned, reaching down to guide him inside her again, her hips already rolling to take him deeper. “Yeah,” she breathed, “so fuck me up some more.” The couch groaned beneath them as he obliged, her legs hooking over his shoulders, her toes curling against his neck.

Her heel pressed into the nape of his neck, forcing his face closer as he drove into her, his lips sealing over hers to swallow her moans. She tasted like the beer they’d spilled earlier—bitter and warm—and something darker, saltier. Kaliyah’s nails raked down his back, leaving stinging trails that made his thrusts jagged, desperate. “That’s it,” she panted against his mouth, “gimme that shit.”

The streetlight caught the sweat glistening between her breasts, her nipples stiff where they dragged against his chest. Troy gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks, his rhythm faltering as her walls clenched around him. “Cousin or not,” he growled, “this pussy’s mine.” Kaliyah threw her head back with a ragged cry, her body arching as she came again, her thighs trembling around his waist.

He followed her over, spilling into her with a groan that edged into a snarl, his forehead dropping to her shoulder. Kaliyah’s fingers traced the bite marks she’d left on his bicep, her smirk audible. “Meet me in the shower?,” she murmured, her knee nudging his softening cock. “And this time, I wanna see how deep that tongue goes.” Troy laughed darkly, lifting her limp body against his chest as he stood. “Bossy bitch,” he muttered, nipping her earlobe. “Love that shit.” Kaliyah giggled seductively, "I know you do cuz." She whisks away to the bathroom, leaving Troy semi-erect and wondering what, or who, comes next.