Loving Cousin

I felt him lean over and heard the sound of his backpack unzip. Then the room was suddenly filled with the aroma of sandalwood. When I looked up at him, I saw him rubbing his hands together with a small vial sitting on the table behind him.

"I'd like to return the favor," he murmured.

"What?"

Reaching down, he took my foot in his warm hands and began to rub the oil into my skin. The sensation his fingers created forced open my mouth and made me expel a slow breath. "Fuck..."

He lifted my leg and pulled my foot into his lap. After pushing my pajama legs up to expose my calf, he began to knead the muscles, drawing tension out with each strong squeeze. "If you lie on your stomach I can do them both at once."

Before I could stop myself, I had turned onto my stomach. He moved my pant legs up and added some oil to his hands. When he continued the massage, I groaned out loud then whispered, "I'm cold."

At my words, he pulled the blanket off of the back of the couch and covered me up, leaving