Loving Cousin

"What about the dishes?" I asked and glanced at the table.

"Fuck the dishes, too." He pulled me close and kissed me, his hands opening my robe so he could reach around to squeeze my ass through my new panties. My knees grew weak and I shut my eyes. When he lifted me suddenly, I squealed and laughed as he carried me out of the dining room. Then he kissed me again, his skin rough against my face.

"My room," I whispered into his neck between kisses.

"No. Not drunk. Not the first time." He stood me up next to the couch, pushed the robe off my shoulders, and then drew us both down to the couch. He sat first and pulled me into the space between his legs. His left arm was behind my back, his hand in my hair again, pulling my chin up. His lips explored along my jaw, his hot breath tickling my ear.

"I want you," I whispered, hot, even as he made me shiver. His right hand went under my nightie and I felt him caress my bare breasts for the first time. "Oh God, I want you to fuck me."

"No." He te