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 Title: Cousin's Dilemma


Summary: I fall for my younger cousin.


Keywords: inc,fic





   Uncle Roger opened the door, grabbed my hand and slapped me on the back.
"How's my favorite nephew?"

   I couldn't help smiling back at him.  "Couldn't be better.  Thanks for
letting me stay here for a few days.  It's a lot better to spend time
around family than in a hotel room."

   Aunt Ellie joined us and gave me a kiss on the cheek.  "It's been too
long, Keith."

   I shook my head.  "I'm treading water just to keep up with what I have
to do.  I can't remember when I've had a vacation.  I think things may
settle down a bit soon, though"

   Cousins Meredith and Robyn soon joined the gathering, throwing their
arms around me for a hug, squealing and clamoring for attention.

   I was pointed toward Meredith's old room.  She teased "I hope you don't
mind some girl stuff in the room.  I never took everything when I got
married and moved out." Meredith looked over at Robyn.  "Unlike SOME people
who continue to mooch off of mom and dad."

   Robyn rolled her eyes.  "I just haven't found my niche yet."

   "Oh, I think you have."

   Good natured teasing had always been part of their relationship;
Meredith always reminding Robyn that SHE was the oldest.  As kids Robyn
chased Meredith around after one of those 'I'm in charge of you' remarks.
Sometimes they used to tussle, but have always been tight as sisters.

   I settled in, laughing at the pink frilly bedspread and the dolls
sitting on virtually every surface in the room.  If I couldn't be with my
own parents these were the people I wanted to be around.

   Aunt Ellie called us to the dinner table and as we sat down for an early
dinner I had to laugh again.  "You remembered that I love your meatloaf."

   Meredith finished and got up to leave, draping herself over my back as I
sat at the table.  "I gotta run and pick up Tommy from daycare before Dan
gets home.  You know mom moved up dinner just so I could be here, too. 
We'll have to make time for a visit while you're here.  Maybe you can come
over and eat with us one night.  I've told Tommy all about you and he is
anxious to meet you."

   "Sure, Mer."

   "Oh, and I guess my YOUNGER sister can come over, too."

   Robyn stuck out her tongue and aimed a slap at Meredith's arm, but
Meredith twisted out of the way and the slap missed, so Meredith escaped
unscathed with a laugh.

   I was in town to attend meetings with various people at a local company.
I'm a technical writer and they wanted me to be sure I understood the
concept of their product.  I've worked with this company before and they
like the way I can get to the heart of the matter and explain the user
operation of hardware and software in non-technical terms.  Usually I took
time to learn how everything works and even try it out myself until I
understood it.  I didn't understand how the things worked, but needed to
understand how to use the product.  I got into this field after being
frustrated as I sat with a manual in front of me, going 'huh?'

   The next evening the meal did not include Meredith; she was doing
something for Tommy.  Without Meredith there I detected a bit of stiffness
at the table, and gleaned that there was some underlying issue between
Uncle Roger and Robyn.

   It all became clear after dinner, as we all sat around talking.  Uncle
Roger addressed me, but looked at Robyn and slowly shook his head.  "Can
you believe, Keith, that this one, with all her smarts doesn't want to
finish her education?"

   Robyn sighed "I keep telling you, dad, I've decided I don't want to be
an engineer.  I know it's what you do, but...I just haven't figured things
out yet."

   "Two years of college and she drops out.  Can you believe it?  And she's
a whiz at math and science."

   "I don't have to listen to this.  Keith is here for a visit.  Give it a
bone, dad."

   Uncle Roger threw up his hands and got up to fix a drink.  I looked over
at Robyn and mouthed 'let's talk later,' and she nodded.

   After Aunt Ellie and Uncle Roger had retired for the night I sat in the
back yard with Robyn.

   "Look, what dad says is true.  My heart just wasn't in engineering any
more.  I was real excited about it at first, but something happened my
freshman year that got me thinking differently."

   She got up and paced back and forth, occasionally stopping in front of
me to address me directly.

   "Everything's computerized today, but they still have us take a class in
engineering drawing.  I loved it.  Not the idea of drawing plans and such,
but we learned perspective and drew objects.  I have a talent for it.  I
can draw anything and get the perspective right and can shade it and
everything.  All just pencil work.  I took an art class sophomore year, and
it opened my eyes to a whole new world."

   "So, you want to be an artist?"

   "I don't know.  I think so.  But I don't know what kind of things I
could do to make money at it.  I really have limited experience.  Dad
thinks I'm wasting my time and, honestly, sometimes I do, too."

   "You need to sort things out."

   "Yeah.  I need to get away from here, but have nowhere else to go, so
I'm stuck."

   I gave her a hug.  "Let me think about it and maybe I can come up with
some ideas for you."

   I could see her eyes glistening in the moonlight.  "Thanks, Keith.  Just
knowing you're on my side makes it bearable."

   I was a bit distracted during the three days I was at work, thinking
about Robyn, but managed to wrap up what I had to do.  Friday evening I had
an invitation to eat with Meredith and her family.

   Dan greeted me with "So you're the one Meredith was in love with when
she was a kid, huh?"

   Meredith turned bright red.  "I never said I was in love.  I said I had
a major crush on you.  When I was ten or eleven I fantasized that we would
someday get married and live happily ever after."

   "It seems to me, Meredith, that you have your happily ever after right
here."

   Dan laughed.  "Oh you're good.  Nice save.  C'mon in and let's eat, that
is if we can get the rug rat gracefully to the table."

   Tommy was a very wiggly two-year old, but he seemed to like me and I
promised to play blocks with him before he went to bed.

   Dan volunteered to give the youngster a bath and get him settled in, so
Meredith and I could talk.  Talk eventually turned to Robyn.

   "What is your take on her situation, Mer?"

   She sighed and shook her head.  "It seems to me she is confused.  I
don't think she knows what she wants.  It's all just vague 'art'."

   "It seems she and your father go at it fairly regularly.  Do you think
she would do better if she was away from the immediate family?  Of course,
if she were, she would also be away from you and I think you have some
influence with her."

   "We've always been close, but I honestly don't know if I'm helping any.
I knew what I wanted right out of high school and I've got it.  Dan is a
good husband and father.  He provides for us so I can be a stay at home
mom. He talks about maybe having another one...or even two kids.  He takes
Tommy to the park or a kiddie movie so I have some grown-up time."

   "Seems like I was spot on with my analysis at the door tonight.  I
wouldn't have expected anything less from you.  You and Robyn were always
my favorite cousins."

   "Really?  I never knew that.  Especially since Marie and Dorothy are
about your age."

   "Oh, I'm close to them, always have been.  But it's different being
around girls my own age and younger ones like you and Robyn.  You're six
years younger and Robyn is eight.  I had to shift gears to play with you
two when you came to visit, and I kind of liked it.  I think I knew both
you and Robyn had crushes on me and for some reason that made me feel good.
I felt protective over you two."

   "You taught us how to swing a baseball bat and catch a ball.  You
dragged out some of your old toys for us to play with.  You got down to our
level, and didn't ignore us because we were 'little kids'.  It's no wonder
we had crushes on you.  Do you know that I have my eye on some of those
same toys for Tommy as he grows up?"

   I laughed "Is that a fact?"

   "Sure is.  But to get back to Robyn, I'm glad you're talking about her.
Maybe, just maybe you can help her sort things out.  If anyone can, you
can." She paused and looked at me intently.  "You're idea of her getting
away from the family situation is probably what she needs, but she has
nowhere to go.  God, I hope you can help her figure it out."

   "No pressure here.  My cousin's life is in my hands."

   She laughed and slapped my arm.  "I'm not putting pressure on you.  But,
seriously, if you can come up with an idea, any idea, I'll support you one
hundred percent.  I trust you.  We all trust you."

   Lying in Meredith's old bed, surrounded by dolls, I thought about it. 
My meetings had been Wednesday through Friday.  Tomorrow Uncle Roger didn't
have to go to work, so maybe I could have a few words with him about the
situation.

   After breakfast a sullen Robyn went for a jog "to collect her thoughts",
so I took a deep breath and approached Uncle Roger.  We sat in the back
yard sipping second cups of coffee.  I didn't even have to bring up the
subject.

   "Keith, I don't know what I'm going to do with that girl.  I'm just
watching her throw her life away."

   "I've been thinking about it, too.  I certainly remember the bright,
inquisitive girl she used to be.  Yet, I've talked to her and think I
understand where she is."

   Uncle Roger scowled at me.

   "I'm not saying I agree with her, just that I think I understand her
situation.  She's conflicted."

   We sat, cradling mugs of coffee in silence for a few minutes.

   "Look, I have an idea.  I'm not sure how feasible it is at this point,
which is why I'm bringing it up to you, for your input.  I haven't talked
to her about it, and don't even know if she would like it, either."

   "You've got my attention."

   I tipped my head back to stare up at the puffy cumulus clouds drifting
overhead.  "I'm wondering if she would benefit from a change of scenery. 
Maybe in new surroundings she'd be better able to think about what she
really wants.  Maybe it would be good for her to be away from home, and
maybe not having her here would lower your own blood pressure."

   After a silence I turned to find him staring at me.  "You know she has
no real job, no money.  She spends a few hours a week working at a coffee
shop to make enough to keep her old beat up piece of crap car running. 
It's barely reliable enough to get her back and forth to work and to a
silly art class at the local community college.  I've had to jump start her
several times.  Where the hell is she going to go?  A homeless shelter?"

   "Here's what I think.  Listen to the whole thing before you react to it.
I have a two bedroom townhouse, each bedroom with a private bath.  She
could come and stay with me for awhile.  It would give her a roof over her
head.  Mom taught me to cook, hell she taught me everything I'd need to
know to be on my own - cleaning, laundry, you name it.  It would give her a
chance to look at things from a different perspective and also give her a
chance to fiddle around with her art and see if she can make anything of
it."

   "You want to take her home with you?"

   "Jeez.  You make it sound dirty.  I don't even know if it's something
she'd be interested in.  She could come down whenever she's ready. 
Meredith tells me Robyn helps her with Tommy sometimes.  I have an end unit
and a family with children lives next door and maybe she could help out
there to earn some spending money."

   He rubbed his chin.  "That's not something I'd ever considered.  Let me
talk to your Aunt Ellie.  You can talk to Robyn about it and see if she's
even interested."

   "I have a flight out scheduled this evening, but I can change it to
tomorrow instead if I have to.  The only place I absolutely have to be is
sitting and pounding away on my keyboard Monday morning."

   Robyn returned and showered.  After she dressed I took her by the arm.
"Let's go for a walk over to the park."

   She gave me a funny look.  "What's up?"

   "I want to talk to you about something."

   "Shit.  Dad's been talking to you, hasn't he?  I'm wasting my time,
throwing my life away, yada, yada, yada.  It's a constant drum beat from
him."

   "Actually, I talked to your dad about an idea I have.  Let's go sit
someplace."

   At the park there were a couple of toddlers in the tot play area, but
the larger area was vacant.  We sat side-by-side on swings and reminisced
about me taking my two cousins to the park when they were little.

   In silence we managed to swing in unison for a few minutes before
gradually slowing to a stop, but remaining seated on the swings.

   "I know your dad and you have an uneasy tension between you, and he's
certainly filled me in on his perspective.  You've told me a little about
yourself and Meredith has talked about you also.  What comes through loud
and clear is that you are unhappy."

   "That's an understatement."

   "I'm not going to beat around the bush.  I'm offering for you to come
and stay with me for awhile.  I have two bedrooms.  You can work on your
art without all the negative comments.  I even may have a way for you to
earn a little money while leaving you lots of time to yourself.  This is
just an idea I'm tossing out here.  Your dad is noncommittal about it, but
seems to be open to the idea.  I have no idea about your mom."

   She stared at me, slack-jawed.

   "I just want you to think about it.  I'm not talking about leaving
today, but whenever you're ready if you want to do it."

   She jumped up and came over to hug me.  "What if I'm ready today?"

   I laughed "Whoa!  I haven't even prepared the place for a guest.  I sure
didn't come here to deal with this situation.  Think about it, I mean
seriously.  Not as a way to get away from home, but as an opportunity for
you to clear your head and grow."

   "If you're serious..."

   "I am.  I have a job, although I do work from home occasionally, so
you'd have the place to yourself a lot of the time.  It would be quiet. 
There is a small college in town that has an excellent art program."

   The sun broke through what had been some early morning clouds, and the
sunlight made her red hair glow like it was on fire.  For the first time I
began to have misgivings about the plan, wondering if it was wise.  This
wasn't the little girl I remembered.

   She jumped into my arms and kissed my cheek.  "I love the idea of
spending time with my favorite cousin."

   The mood walking back to the house was considerably lighter.  She looked
like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.  My misgivings melted away
when I saw her change in mood.

   The four of us sat down at lunch and talked about it.  Aunt Ellie was
worried about her baby, but saw the change in Robyn and gave her blessings.
Uncle Roger reluctantly gave his acceptance.  Robyn almost danced around
the table.

   On the flight home I wondered what I had gotten myself into.

   Three weeks later I met Robyn at the airport and helped her load a
mountain of suitcases, backpacks and bags into the car.

   "Jeez Robyn.  Did you bring everything you own?"

   She laughed and kissed me on the cheek.  "Almost.  I don't know how long
I'll be staying and have to be prepared for seasonal clothes changes.  I
can't afford to keep buying new clothes.  I have all my supplies"

   We managed to wrestle all her stuff upstairs into the second bedroom and
she began unpacking and settling in, giddy as a schoolgirl.

   I introduced her to the family next door, and their two children hid
behind their mother, but gradually came out as Robyn squatted down to talk
to them at their level.  Within a few minutes Robyn was led by the hand to
the children's room.

   Al and Amy shook their heads.  "We've had babysitters, but I'm never
seen the kids take to someone like that.  We don't use daycare and I can
sure use some help with them so I can get laundry and cleaning done and not
have the constantly underfoot in the kitchen."

   I laughed "Her nephew is two and is the same way with her.  They'll sit
on the floor and play for hours."

   Later, Robyn sat at my computer and browsed the catalog of the college.
"They have some interesting classes.  I've saved every penny I could and
sold my car before I come here, so have a few hundred dollars.  It looks
like I'll be babysitting quite a bit to make enough to take one class each
semester."

   I finished the project I had been working on and had a few days before I
had to dive into the next one.

   She proofread my work before I sent it in.  "This is good.  Even I
understand it."

   "You should have seen what they had at first.  I took me an hour just to
read one page.  It looked like it had been translated from Chinese by
someone who didn't know much English.  So many grammatical mistakes.  More
wrong words than I could count.  Some of the time I had no idea what they
were talking about.  There were diagrams that were indecipherable."

   I looked at some sketches she had spread out on the table.  "I'm not an
art critic, but I think these are good."

   "I'm getting there."

   "Ever try paint?"

   She shook her head.  "Nah.  I really like working with a plain old
pencil.  If you don't mind I could set up my drawing board and supplies at
one end of the table."

   "As long as you leave us room to eat."

   The next day I found her hunched over the board with a pencil in one
hand and a gum eraser in the other.

   "Can't decide?"

   She looked up.  "It's just not right.  See?  The road just looks like it
goes...nowhere."

   She put down her implements.  "I'm just learning landscapes.  I can do
city street scenes just fine.  I want to learn more about figure drawing. I
am pretty good at portraits, but not professional grade yet.  Here are a
couple of sketches I did of the kids next door."

   "These are really good."

   "That's nice of you to say, but I need to learn more.  I like their
faces, but their arms and legs are just...just not right.  I'm thinking of
taking a human anatomy class before I get into figure drawing.  They offer
one during summer session."

   "That sounds challenging."

   She shrugged.  "I've always been good at science.  I'll do okay.  I
don't need to know enough to be a doctor, but do need to understand muscles
and bones."

   We settled into a routine, and I've never seen her happier.  She did the
anatomy class and made a "C", but said she got what she wanted out of it.

   Every wall space began to fill up with drawings, and they leaned more
and more toward some sort of figures.  She redid the kids next door as they
played in the backyard.  Al and Amy were very pleased with them and offered
to pay her, but Robyn gave them the drawings.

   The townhouse community has a swimming pool and she took the children to
the little kiddie pool several times a week.  She and I sometimes swam in
the evening, and I knew I was in trouble.  She wore the tiniest bathing
suits and I tried to look around at the pool scene to keep from staring at
her.

   One evening we had just showered after a swim and were eating some ice
cream.

   "Keith, do you think I'm pretty?"

   "What the hell kind of question is that?  I've always thought you were
pretty.  Even when you were a little girl I thought that."

   "I don't mean little girl pretty."

   "Of course you are.  You may be the most attractive young woman I know."

   "Then, why don't you look at me when we swim?"

   "Oh shit." I ran my fingers through my hair.  "Okay.  Here it is,
straight up.  I think you are beyond pretty.  I think you are...oh
fuck...desirable.  There, are you happy?"

   She was quiet.  "What about me is desirable?"

   I was very uncomfortable and hesitated.

   "Come on, I'm a big girl."

   I averted my eyes.  "That's the trouble.  You're a big girl now.  You've
always been my little cousin, but now you're...grown."

   "I'm waiting for you to tell me, and you're stalling.  Look at me,
Keith."

   I swallowed hard and raked my fingers through my hair again.  "You red
hair flames in the sunlight.  You used to have freckles, but I don't know
what happened to them.  Your emerald eyes are captivating.  Your small
upturned nose is still the cutest I've ever seen.  You have legs that won't
quit, a long neck and a body fashion models would kill for."

   "What else?"

   "What else is there?"

   "What about the parts men look at?  At least other men have been looking
even if you haven't."

   I sat and put my head in my hands.  "There's no way out of this, is
there?"

   She grinned at my discomfort and shook her head.

   I took a deep breath.  "Okay, okay.  Your legs aren't just long, they
are shapely.  Your butt is firm and round."

   "What else do I have?"

   "Cripes.  Your breasts are perfect.  Someone in school probably teased
you that they were small, but they're perfect for you.  If they were any
bigger your figure would look out of balance or something."

   She sat on my lap and gave me a peck on the cheek.  "There, that wasn't
so hard, was it?" She wiggled on my lap a bit and grinned.  "Or maybe it
was.  Something is."

   I know I turned red and she laughed as she got up, glanced at my crotch,
and grinned.

   "What the hell are you doing, Robyn?"

   "Sorry for making you uncomfortable, but I've been tossing an idea
around in my head and I guess it was my way of sorting things out.  I have
something to ask you, but it will wait until tomorrow.  Good night."

   I had no idea what she was up to and dreamed about her taking that
bathing suit off.  When I woke up I was conflicted.  She was my cousin and
I had just dreamed about her naked.  I know it was brought on by her asking
me to describe her.  Maybe the time had come to end this experiment of her
staying with me.

   After breakfast we sat on the patio out back, sipping coffee.

   "It's quiet this morning.  I wonder why the kids next door aren't out
riding bikes or scooters."

   "They went to the beach on vacation for the week.  No kids until next
weekend."

   We put the breakfast dished in the dishwasher and she stood before me
with her arms folded across her chest.

   "Uh oh.  Is this where you tell me that thing you mentioned last night?"

   "What do you think of my figure sketches?"

   "I think they're amazing."

   "I don't.  Not yet.  You see, that anatomy class reminded me that the
human body is nothing but a structure, just like a building.  It reminds me
of the Intro to Structural Engineering class I took sophomore year. 
Buildings have hidden interior support and exterior cladding.  Just as many
buildings can have the same structure inside but look different because of
how the outsides are hung on the structure, we are different by the muscles
and skin hung on our structures."

   "Okay, I follow you so far."

   "That's something that did fascinate my about engineering.  If I had
completed my degree I would have been a structural engineer.  I took enough
physics and statics classes to understand the basic principles."

   "I'm sure you're coming to a point you couldn't make last night."

   "I want to sketch you."

   "Okay."

   "Nude."

   My jaw nearly dropped open.

   "I've done kids and even girls, although with clothes.  We had a figure
sketching class at the community college back home, but the models were
always women.  The underlying structure of men is somewhat different, and
the exterior cladding is definitely different.  I need to do a man. 
Several poses and from different perspectives."

   "But, you're my cousin."

   She threw her hands in the air.  "Forget the cousin thing.  That's why I
asked you to describe my body, to forget about I'm your cousin and see me
as a woman.  I want to see you as a man."

   "Ummm, if I were to agree to this, when would you propose doing it?"

   "I'm set up now.  We have all day.  The light coming in the front window
is perfect.  As it gets later I'd probably move some lights around to get
better illumination.  Shadows are important."

   "As in right now?"

   "Is that a problem?  I thought if you didn't have a lot of time to think
about it, it would be...spontaneous.  I'm ready when you are."

   "You had me describe your body last night and I know you noticed how my
body reacted.  Shit, I can't take my clothes off in front of you."

   "Afraid of a boner?  I sort of like the idea of a boner.  It's part of
what makes a man a man."

   I hesitated.

   "Okay, fair's fair.  You take off your clothes and I'll take off mine.
We'll be naked in front of each other.  We'll be even.  So, are you a man
or a mouse, as the saying goes?  I can't learn real figure sketching
without a model.  Here, before we start I'll dig out some I did in art
class back home, so you'll know I'm serious."

   She rummaged through one of her portfolios and pulled out several
sketches.  They were well done sketches of nude women.  One sitting in a
chair, one sitting in the floor with one leg tucked under her, one standing
with one hip cocked to the side and a hand resting on her hip.  A number of
poses.  Head facing, head turned.  Light hair, dark hair.  Most had some
sort of pubic hair.

   I held the sketches and leafed through them.  "These are quite good, as
are the one you did of the kids next door."

   "But kids have kid bodies, women have certain curves.  That's probably
why artists almost always use women as models.  Men are different.  I need
a man - I need you to pose." She grinned "What, do you want me to walk up
to some man on the street and ask him to take his clothes off for me?  I
think he'd be looking for more than just to sit for me."

   "I can't argue with your logic, it's just...uncomfortable.  I helped
your mom change your diaper once."

   "TMI.  You must've been what, eight?  But I'm grown up now."

   "That's the problem.  You're very grown up."

   "I said I'd take my clothes off, too.  Here we go.  Shirts!"

   She crossed her arms and pulled up her tee shirt, pulling it over her
head and off.  "Come on.  Your turn."

   I thought it best not to think about it and pulled off my tee shirt.  Of
course she wore a bra and I had nothing under mine, so she shrugged and
took the bra off.  I tried not to look, but couldn't help it.  I thought
the front of my shorts would rip open as I gazed at the firm, round
breasts. Probably just the right size to cover with my hands.  Smallish
pink areolas and nipples that seemed to harden as I watched.

   "Oops.  We have shoes on."

   We sat and removed our shoes and socks together.

   She unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts while I unbuckled my belt and
pulled down the zipper.  Both pairs of shorts hit the floor at the same
time.  There was no hiding or denying the bulge in my underwear as I looked
over at her VERY brief briefs.  She cocked her head and looked at my bulge.
"Something wants to come out."

   "Shut up.  Let's just get this done."

   She grinned as we simultaneously pushed down our underwear.  I got even
harder looking at the neatly trimmed triangle on her mons and clean shaven
lips.  She walked around me, studying.

   "I think I'd like to do you standing first.  It won't take too long. 
Why don't you rest a hand on the back of that chair?  Good...now turn your
body this way just a little...and look over at the wall."

   "That's going to be difficult to maintain."

   "Standing?"

   "No, looking at the wall."

   "Well, let's make it easy then.  Look at me."

   "Maybe I'd better look at the wall."

   "Very funny.  Definitely look at me.  Since you're hard I'd like you to
stay that way.  I've never really looked at a boner before and want to get
it right."

   "You've never seen one?"

   "Uh uh.  No, I'm not a virgin.  I just never looked.  I always seemed to
be the object of the...situation."

   She sketched away, and I watched her breasts move as she moved her arms.
In spite of myself, cousin or not, I wanted to put my hands on them.

   "So Keith, you're what?  Twenty eight?"

   "Bingo."

   "So, why are you living alone in a two bedroom place?  Ooh, that little
move you did with your head.  Do it again.  Yes...just like that."

   "I haven't found the right girl yet."

   "Come on.  A guy as good looking as you can't get a girl?"

   I was suddenly very defensive.  "Well, I'm kind of busy and don't have a
lot of time for socializing.  I go out with some friends and we hang out.
The group has both sexes, but nothing of a romantic nature.  Just friends."

   "Just friends.  Huh.  Don't tell me you're a virgin."

   "I am not."

   "So, how many have you had?"

   "That's rather personal."

   "You're standing in front of me with a rod sticking out at a right angle
and talk to me about something being personal?"

   "Okay.  I had a few girlfriends in college.  Had sex with a few.  I
actually sort of lived with a girl for a semester and a half before we
graduated.  Occasionally meet someone now and again, but I'm not a big fan
of one night stands."

   "Um hmm.  How long's it been?"

   "What?"

   "Since you've banged."

   "You are definitely not the girl I remember."

   She put down her pencil for a moment and laughed.  "No, I certainly am
not!  And to answer what you want to know, it's been a year for me, back
when I was a sophomore in college.  You?"

   "About the same, I guess.  I don't think about it when I get overwhelmed
with work."

   "Have I put a damper on your sex life?  I can go out for an evening. 
Maybe I'll meet someone in a bar."

   "Go out to a bar if you want, but you're not keeping me from doing
anything.  I lead a pretty dull life."

   "God.  You say I'm pretty and I say you're good looking, yet here we
are, sexless...Is that something dripping?"

   I looked down to see a glistening clear drop on the tip of my penis and
grabbed my shirt off the floor to wipe it away,

   "I've never seen that before.  Later you'll have to explain it.  In the
meantime, move the shirt so I can get a good look.  Now, don't freak out,
I'm just going to take a closer look.  I want to see the details."

   She held the pencil as she circled me, looking at my erection from
different angles.  "Interesting."

   Back at her board she continued sketching.  "Almost done.  I may add
some shading.  I lay the pencil lead on its side and rub a bit of a smear
and then take my finger and smooth it out until it looks like the shadow I
want it to."

   After a few more minutes she laid the pencil down and scrunched up her
face as she looked at her work.  "Not exactly what I wanted, but it's
better than I thought it would be.  A couple more sessions and I should be
ready to do you with clothes on."

   "Why without clothes first?"

   "Like I told you, I need to see the underlying structure - the way your
skin stretches over your pelvis, the relation of your hips to the rest of
your body.  A man's hips are different from a woman's.  And, of course,
that nice long rod.  With your clothes on I need to be able to account for
it.  Not something I have to deal with when I do a woman.  Of course, I
have to account for breasts instead."

   She turned the paper around for me to see.  It was a pretty good
likeness, but the erection was embarrassing.  What caught my attention was
the separate drawing of an enlarged view of my penis off to the side.

   "What do you think of my extra study?"

   "Um, not bad I guess.  I've never really studied it myself."

   "Give me a break.  I know you guys spend a lot of time playing with it.
I bet you know every bump and hair on it." She laughed at my further
embarrassment and then pointed.  "I think you need that shirt again."

   I wiped and she stood by me.  "This is beyond our deal, but can I touch
it?"

   "I kind of think that wouldn't be a good idea."

   "I've already seen it close up.  I want to know how hard it feels."

   "You've had sex and never touched a guy?"

   "Never.  I was fascinated watching them do me.  The looks on their faces
was hilarious as they rammed it in and started pumping.  And then it was
over and they sort of collapsed.  By the time they took their cock out it
was kind of soft looking."

   "You never said anything about your participation in sex.  Were you
completely passive?"

   "I pretended to be all happy about it, but other than the first time I
didn't feel much.  The first time hurt like hell.  Like I said, I was never
particularly curious about it, but now that I'm into drawing it I am.  Just
one touch?"

   "I'm afraid it's been so long since I...did it...  that one touch might
be finish me off."

   "I know what happens, and could sort of feel it happen inside.  Bet
you've watched it.  I hear it's something guys do.  Oops, I hit a nerve
with that one.  Look how red you are.  Speaking of red, that thing
looks...well...how does it feel to be like that?  Does it hurt?  Oops
again, you'd better keep that shirt in your hand if you're going to
continue to drip."

   I wiped again.

   "Keith, I know we're cousins and all, but in the interest of research
could you let me touch it?  If stuff comes out...use your shirt or
something.  Still hesitant?  Here's another deal.  You let me touch it,
happen what may, and you can feel my tits.  I bet that's a deal."

   She pulled a chair up next to me and slowly reached out to touch me,
first with a finger, then two, then with a light grip.  She played her
fingers over the head and shaft, reached under me to explore gently and
then slid her hands over me and squeezed, intently studying all the time.

   "Uh, Robyn.  I think you'd better stop."

   "Something's getting ready to happen, isn't it?  I want to see."

   "Not now.  Please."

   Reluctantly she released me before things got messy.

   "Well, that was a little disappointing, but a deal's a deal.  Go ahead
and feel my tits."

   Cousin or not, my hands went to her chest as if they were magnets.  I
closed my eyes as I explored the soft flesh and rubbed a thumb over the
nipples.  She gasped.

   That brought me to my senses and I pulled my hands back.

   "It's okay, Keith.  I was unprepared for how that would feel.  It's like
nothing any of those boys did.  They squeezed hard, but your touch was
nice. I liked it."

   She put her implements into a special pouch.

   "To finish I'd like to take a picture.  I think I've got your most
interesting part done right, but I need to work some more on your body. 
Hold the position you had before while I take some snaps."

   She pulled out her phone and took photos from several different angles.

   "I can use these to finish the drawing later today."

   We got dressed and I pulled out some leftovers for lunch.

   "That pouch you keep things in looks pretty full.  What all do you carry
in there?"

   "Mostly stuff from my engineering drawing class, but I use a lot of it.
I have pencils of different hardness, erasers, triangles, compass, dividers
and an engineering ruler with different scales on it.  Stuff nobody uses
any more on jobs.  Everything is CADD now.  It's amazing what they can do.
But I had a professor who believed we should know how to do real drawings
as well.  Shoot, now you don't even have to have a pencil except to mark up
drawings in progress that are printed out.  I like to have tools in my
hands." She looked at me and grinned.  "And that was a nice tool I held in
my hands earlier," and laughed once more at my embarrassment.

   We went swimming in the afternoon just before dinner.  I hoped no one
would see the bulge in my bathing suit as I remembered what was under that
bikini top.

   She worked on finishing her work and I tried to watch TV and not think
about things I shouldn't be thinking of.

   I was about to get up and get ready for bed when she came in and showed
me what she had done.  I was amazed at the reality, but I kind of wished
she had skipped over certain bumps and blemishes.  Her detail image of my
erection certainly showed she had a keen eye for minute detail, every vein
looked perfect.

   The next morning I came down for breakfast and found her hunched over a
bowl of cereal.  "I made some coffee.  Hope it's the way you like it."

   When we finished she said mysteriously "Tonight I want to get another
perspective."

   "What does that mean?"

   She grinned in response.

   All day I thought about what she said, but gave up trying to figure her
out.

   After we cleared the dishes and cleaned up after dinner we stood in the
dining area.

   "The light's different now.  I'd like to look again and see if I can do
anything different.  Shall we assume the positions we had yesterday?  I
want to observe you closer."

   "Don't you have everything you need?  I don't understand what value you
could get from another session."

   "There's plenty of value.  Shall we start with shirts off together?"

   We repeated the procedure for removing our clothes and she had me stand
up, taking a position directly in front of me.  "I have a good side view,
but want a full straight on view as well.  I can only see a small round
part of it, but want to practice giving the impression of size through the
shadow it casts on your body.  Shadows are great for defining contour."

   It only took her a short while to get what she wanted.  She came up
close, so her eye was almost touching the tip.  A strand of hair fell
forward and brushed against my erection and it twitched, causing her to
smile.  She picked up my shirt and wiped a drop off the tip.  "Here, let me
do this for ya."

   At last she put down her implements.  "I think I've got just what I
want."

   I reached for my clothes but she came over and put a hand on my arm,
shaking her head.  She sat on the floor and indicated for me to also sit. I
leaned back against a wall and she sat cross-legged in front of me.

   "I want to follow up on something we said yesterday.  You said it had
been about a year since you've had sex, and it's been at least that long
for me.  How do you stand it?"

   "I don't follow you."

   "What do you do to relieve the longing, desire...whatever you call it?"

   She laughed as my entire body turned red.

   "Come on.  I hear guys, you might say, take matters into their own
hands. I assume you do it.  I hear even married guys do it sometimes."

   "Who have you been talking to, anyway?"

   "Just things said in the dorm at college.  If I'd stayed in school
longer I might have learned more about it.  So, answer truthfully, do you
do it to yourself?"

   "Umm, yeah, I guess."

   "You guess?  Can't you remember?  You must not be very good at it."

   "Okay.  Yes, I do it.  Happy?"

   "Not exactly, but thanks for your honesty.  I do it to myself, too. 
Does that surprise you?"

   "Until yesterday I never would have guessed you would have had any need
to do it.  I would have guessed you had a pretty healthy sex life."

   "What makes you think that?  Have I given off vibes that I'm available
for whatever?"

   "Nothing like that.  I just thought, with your looks guys would be all
over you."

   "News flash.  That doesn't happen.  It seems we're in the same
situation." She looked away a moment as if thinking of what to say before
turning an earnest face toward me.  "It seems to me that, for whatever
reason, we have been sexless.  I can also appreciate how it must feel for
you to be nude in front of me.  That's why I joined you.  But the sessions
have aroused certain...thoughts for me as well.  Tell me something.  What
do you think of when you do it?  Do you look at porn or something?"

   "I...uh...no, I don't use porn while doing it.  Sometimes I may look at
that first and then just close my eyes and think about it.  Sometimes I
remember certain...things...I did with certain girls in the past.  There's
no set pattern."

   She nodded.  "I fantasize.  I visualize something being done to me.  My
sex experiences have been rather unsatisfactory, but I fantasize what it
would be like with a perfect lover."

   There was a long silence before she continued.  "How did it feel
yesterday?  Was feeling my tits something you'd remember?"

   My throat was dry and I nodded, adding in a whisper "It felt heavenly.
Definitely memorable."

   "Same here.  I never felt like that before.  As I said, my so-called
partners were kind of rough with them.  I couldn't believe how your touch
felt."

   She licked her lips.  "You don't have to answer this, but would touching
me yesterday be something you would use to...whatever you call it - wank?
Beat off?  Jerk off?  I don't know the correct term."

   There I sat, and my gaze fell directly on her breasts.  "Yeah."

   "I saw you dripping something and you said it was something that
happened before you...came.  You had another drop today.  Does that mean
you are...primed?  Ready?"

   I raised my eyes to her emerald green beauties and nodded.

   "I'd sort of like to see what happens.  What was going on with those
boys when I felt them come inside me?  Could you do it now?"

   "Do what?"

   "Do yourself.  You said you remember things while you do it and you said
touching me yesterday was memorable, and there was another drop today. 
Could I watch you do it?  I think you want to do it because you're
twitching right now without being touched."

   "I...I...I don't know.  It would be weird having someone watch.  It
might make it be...I don't know...not so special.  That's not the right
word, but I can't think clearly."

   "I have a need, too.  How about if we did it together?  You watch me and
I'll watch you."

   "That's crazy.  I've been embarrassed enough just having you look at
me."

   "What about if I start?"

   She fixed her eyes on mine, bent her legs and opened her knees, showing
me lips that appeared to be glistening.  One hand stroked a breast and the
other played over the surface of the lips before plunging a finger between
the folds.  I watched the finger disappear and reappear, I watched it curl
and straighten, I watched her insert it and bring it back out.

   I felt something and looked down to find my hand gripping my erection
and stroking it.  As her breathing became more rapid and her fingers moved
faster my stroking increased in tempo and I realized I was gasping.  She
began to whimper and writhe.

   That was too much.  I had the presence of mind to at least grab my shirt
so I didn't have a mess to clean up from the carpet.  A year's worth of
frustration poured out - while I had done it the night before I had been so
appalled that I was thinking of her that it hadn't been very satisfactory.
I shot out several strong spurts, but continued to pump until I was dry.  I
was breathing hard as I held my softening penis in my hand and watched her.
She slammed fingers inside her and pressed on her clit as she rammed
herself hard until she moaned.

   She at last fell back onto the carpet, but her fingers remained inside
for a short time before she removed them.  Even as I tried to catch my own
breath I watched her chest heave and slowly return to normal.

   Still on her back and with her eyes closed she spoke.  "How was that,
Keith?  From my end it was fantastic.  Watching you was just what I needed.
Thanks."

   I laughed "You're thanking me?  I've never seen anything so hot."

   She sat up and stared at me still holding my softened penis.  "You can
let go now."

   I looked down and laughed as I released it.

   '"Oh!  It's soft.  Let me quick make a sketch.  Don't move.  I want it
lying on your leg like that."

   It only took her a couple of minutes to get what she wanted, basically
just a limp penis and a small portion of hairy leg.  Once again, I was
amazed at how real her drawing looked.

   When I finally got to bed I continued to have vivid recollections of how
she looked as she pleasured herself.  I couldn't help doing it again,
visualizing her fingers stroking and probing and recalling her sex smell.

   For the rest of the week she busied herself perusing and taking notes
from drawing books she had checked out of the library.  I took an afternoon
off to drive her to the college to speak to one of the art teachers about
taking a class.  I wandered the department gallery while I waited for her,
impressed with the student work in all sorts of media.

   She found me there and almost jumped for joy.  "I wanted to take an
introductory figure drawing class and showed him some of my work in my
portfolio.  Don't worry, there were none of you naked.  He was so impressed
that he is enrolling me in the advanced class!  Can you believe it?"

   I gave her a hug.  "Actually I can.  I've been looking at what's on
display here and believe your work is as good as any of these."

   I began to be a steady model for her, but with clothes on.

   "That's why I need the class.  I don't seem to have down how your
clothes drape on your body."

   When the children next door returned from the beach she didn't have as
much time to draw me, but saw the money she made as an investment in her
classes and spent as much time as possible next door.  She did a number of
works including one or both of the children, and even did a family
portrait. They were interested in paying her for it.  She told them she'd
do a better one later on but she appreciated them letting her practice on
them.  I think it was probably hard to draw the family group because Al has
a beard and Amy has a full head of curly hair.  The children always came
out looking like little cherubs, though.

   I had a number of heavy duty projects and didn't see as much of her as I
even had to work several weekends to keep up with the schedules.  She did
keep me filled in about her class.

   "I love it!  There are only eight of us, and I'm the youngest.  We have
a couple of middle aged men and women and a couple of college seniors. 
Some, like me, aren't full time students.  It's a nice mix.  The first
class we shared a couple of things from our portfolios and did group
critiques.  It was interesting to see how different people have their own
personal style.  It is open for class members to model.  Each class meeting
one of us models and another is in charge of setting up and posing the
model, arranging lights and all, so we get to learn all the skills involved
in figure drawing.  The class sets up around the model according to what
they want to sketch.  One woman is interested in backs - how the spine
holds the body and the musculature of the back.  One of the full time
students is particularly interested in hands and feet.  No two works from
each session are alike."

   "Um, do you wear clothes while you model?"

   "Of course you'd be interested in that.  Sometimes yes and sometimes no.
We've gotten to know each other pretty well, so there's not much
embarrassment.  The one in charge makes the call, but the model has the
ultimate decision.  The difference between a middle age man and you is
remarkable.  I finally got to do a fully soft penis.  One woman was nude
except for a sheet strategically draped over her lap.  She was fine with
breasts but sensitive with pubes.  There is never any ridicule or remarks
about how someone looks.  We're there to do real people, not ideal fashion
models after all."

   One weekend I was off and there was an arts festival downtown.  Robyn
had decided to put her skills to the test and rented a space.  I helped her
erect a tent-like canopy over the space and she set up with her supplies,
displaying some of her work, including the children next door.

   Several people stopped by to have their portraits drawn.  Mostly parents
had their children done.  I didn't bother her and wandered around, watching
artists and craftsmen work, eating from a food truck and listening to live
music on the two stages set up at either end of the street.

   The festival lasted two days.  As it wound down I helped her take down
her awning.  I stopped and pointed.  "Did you do that?"

   She knew immediately what had drawn my interest and laughed.  "I just
finished with it.  They're coming by any minute now to pick it up."

   About that time a young couple walked up with a small dog on a leash. 
They were delighted with her drawing of their dog.  She carefully wrapped
the item to protect it until they got it matted and framed.

   "So, you're doing pets now?"

   "Isn't that a hoot?  They just showed up and asked if I'd do it.  I said
I would but if they weren't pleased I wouldn't charge them.  I'd never done
a dog before.  They must have been pleased because they paid me fifty
dollars for it."

   "It looks like you have a new avenue to approach for selling your work."

   Several weekends later we sat watching a movie on TV.  I was exhausted
from my work, but was glad the major projects were over and I could take it
easy for a few days.  After her class on Friday she decided to rest over
the weekend.

   As the movie ended she turned to me.  "Keith, I want to ask you
something.  A favor."

   She sounded serious.

   "Sure, Robyn.  Anything you want.  You've been working hard lately."

   "So have you." She touched my shoulder.  "Well, promise you'll hear me
out before you answer?"

   "Okaaaay."

   "Back in the summer when I first started sketching you we talked about
our sexual frustrations." I started to respond but she held up her hand. 
"You promised to listen."

   She took a deep breath.  "I note that we are both still sexless,
although watching each other was a considerable relief."

   I had a bad feeling about where this was headed.

   "I need to do it again, but want to do something a little different this
time." She swallowed hard.  "I'd like to touch you, to feel what it feels
like.  And I'd like you to touch me, to erase the bad memories of my past
sexual experiences."

   "Let me get this straight.  You want us to..."

   "Get each other off.  It wouldn't be like actual sex, there would just
be touching."

   I was speechless.  A million thought raced through my head - she was my
cousin - we'd already done something like that - it was wrong - what the
hell was she thinking - oh, I'd love to hold those breasts again - what
would it be like for her to actually hold me like that - it was crazy -
what is she doing to me - I can't think straight.

   "Say something.  Anything.  Yes, hopefully.  Even no.  Just let me know
you heard me."

   "Why?"

   "I feel a need.  I've been drawing men and thinking about how it felt
for you to touch my tits.  How it felt for me to touch you, even briefly.
I'd like you to touch me more.  I'd like to see how I could make you squirt
out like that, to put it crudely.  I watched you and so I think I know how
you do it.  I bet you remember what I did."

   I raked my fingers through my hair.  "Jeez."

   "It wouldn't be like having sex.  Really it wouldn't."

   "The hell you say.  It would be a lot like having sex."

   "We'd just be masturbating.  Just each other instead of alone.  Wouldn't
having another touch be a turn on?"

   "It sure as hell would.  But it's...we're...shit."

   "Yeah yeah.  Wrong.  Cousins.  I get it.  A guy in my class asked me
out, but I don't want to go.  Now he thinks I'm into girls instead.  I just
don't want to get involved with someone in class.  We're too close, if that
makes any sense.  If it didn't go well there we'd be stuck having to draw
each other naked.  There wouldn't be a discerning eye.  It would be an eye
of anger and resentment that would result in a poor product.  Please?"

   I looked into those emerald green eyes, looking for any hint that this
was a joke of some kind.  But all I saw was doubt and fear.  She was afraid
of being rejected.

   "Cripes."

   I leaned my head back against the back of the sofa where we sat and
stared at the ceiling.

   "What are you doing to me, Robyn?  I'm supposed to be protecting you."

   "I don't need protection right now.  I need something else, and you have
it in your power to give that to me...or not."

   "Damn.  Why does life have to be so complicated?"

   She said nothing, letting me think about my own question.  There was
only one answer.

   I turned to her and she looked into my eyes for what seemed like forever
before licking her dry lips.  "Shirts off?"

   I nodded, and she sighed in relief.

   She crossed her arms and removed her shirt as I unbuttoned the shirt I
had worn to work.  This time I had an undershirt and removed that as she
unclasped her bra.  She stood up to unfasten her shorts and I stood to
unbuckle my belt, but she stopped me.  "Would you let me do that?  Please?"

   Her shorts dropped and she stepped out of them and wrestled my belt
open, unfastened my pants and dropped them.  As I kicked them away from my
ankles she felt the bulge in my underwear.  "This is what I want to hold. I
want to explore it, get to know it.  The better I know something the easier
it is to work with it, art wise."

   She pulled down my shorts and I lowered her briefs, exposing already
glistening lips and releasing her woman sex scent.  She sank to the floor
and I followed, sitting in front of her.  We moved beside each other,
leaning back against the sofa and our eyes met for a moment before she
lowered her gaze to my erection and I lowered mine to her breasts.

   She said "I seem to remember you did this." She grasped me in one hand
and stroked gently.  I watched her hand move on me and that was certainly
more exciting than doing it to myself.

   I remembered what she did with her breasts, and it was exactly what I
wanted to do.  My other hand slipped down between her thighs and she opened
them.  My fingers immediately became wet from her and I slid them between
the folds.  With some probing I discovered how to tease out her clit and
how she liked fingers inside her.  I watched her face to determine how
pleasing my touches were to her.  She began to move her hips against my
hand and I increased the depth of penetration and made curling motions I
had discovered some girls liked.  My hand got wetter and wetter and she
began the whimpering sounds I remembered from last time.

   My other hand switched from one breast to another, gently massaging and
stroking the nipples.

   I was so intent on pleasing her that I was jolted back to myself when
she worked fingers around the head, smearing one of those drops around, and
stroked the underside.  She alternated one hand and two, squeezing and
stroking, pumping and caressing.  I thought I'd go out of my mind.

   "It's about time, Robyn."

   She used one hand to swipe my shirt off the floor and held it in front
where she had me pointed, where she thought it would go.  She lifted,
twisted and pulled.  It was during one of the pulls that I exploded.  The
force jerked me in her hand and semen shot over my shirt and spattered on
her chin and chest before dying away in weaker spurts running over her
hands.

   I know I paused from attending to her when I came, but quickly realized
she was near also.  I worked my fingers in and out quickly while rubbing
the clit with my thumb and rubbing the other thumb over a nipple.  She
squealed as she bucked and I felt strong pulses within her, squeezing my
fingers.  Her legs closed together, trapping my hand until the spasms
passed and she relaxed.

   "Wow.  You took me by surprise.  It shot over the shirt.  I didn't aim
right."

   "Shit, I'm sorry.  Let me wipe you off."

   I wiped her face and chest and she wiped her hands on the shirt.

   "That was just what I needed.  I never realized someone could make me
feel like that.  I thought I had to do it myself.  Maybe with the right guy
sex wouldn't be so unpleasant."

   "Holy shit, Robyn.  That was amazing.  I never felt that good doing it
myself, either."

   In bed that night I pondered what this girl, my cousin, was doing to me.

   She became like a different person, happy and exuberant.  She expanded
her scope from just people, although that was her main interest.  We drove
to natural parks and hiked trails, with a small backpack holding a
sketchbook and pencils always with her.  We'd sit on a rock or the shore of
a lake and she'd take out her book and sketch.

   "I'm not used to looking at nature with such detail - how the clouds
reflect on the water or a bird perches on a branch."

   "You're seeing things with a new eye."

   She looked over at me.  "Yes.  Yes I'm seeing lots of things with a new
eye."

   She thrived in her class and her work drew consistently high praises
from the instructor and her fellow students.  She thought her engineering
background helped her, but she still needed to work on the 'exterior
building decoration'.  "I've seen a number of cocks.  I always thought when
they were deflated they were all pretty much the same, just limp.  Do you
know some almost retract to a nub?  Of course you did.  Yet in anatomy
class I learned that inflated most are within a narrow size range.  What an
amazing change!  And, I always knew tits were different, but the extent of
the differences in size and shape is amazing.  I've seen things way
different than I ever saw in Gym class.  I've never really looked closely
at nipples before - always thought a nipple was a nipple.  I've spent some
time in class studying them carefully and drawing them." She laughed "I
don't want everyone to think I'm fixated on tits like one of the men is. 
But, hey, that's why we're there - to sharpen our observation and drawing
skills.  For all I know that guy is going to do nude portraits."

   Many evenings she spent touching up the drawings she had done in class.
I was curious, but didn't look over her shoulder.  The nude bodies of the
class members were something personal and I didn't need to be looking at
them.

   We were invited next door for Thanksgiving dinner and the children
swarmed over her.  Amy shook her head.  "It continues to amaze me how
they've taken to Robyn.  She's a natural with children.  She'd be a great
teacher."

   Later I told Robyn about the comment and she got still, cocking her
head. "That's certainly not something I've considered before.  I don't see
myself as a teacher, but it's something I'll file away in my mind.  It
could lead to something unexpected someday."

   One evening I came home from work to find her with one of the drawings
she had done of me in front of her, studying it.

   "Whatcha doing, Robyn?"

   "Looking at how I'd do some things differently now." She looked up. 
"Would you pose for me again?"

   "Umm...I guess."

   "If you're reluctant then you don't have to."

   I sighed.  "I guess you've seen enough bodies that I wouldn't be so shy
about it."

   She smiled and clapped her hands.  "I bought some lighting equipment
with the money I've earned - a couple of lights and reflectors.  Let me set
something up while you have a drink and fix dinner."

   "Can I fix you something a drink, also?"

   "Uh uh.  I want a perfectly clear head."

   After dinner I found she had the living room curtains closed and had set
up a couple of lights on stands and positioned reflectors.  "This time I'm
looking for softer shadows."

   "Uh, do I need to take off my clothes?"

   She laughed "Of course!"

   "Umm...are you going to also?"

   She looked serious.  "I'd prefer not, but if it makes you feel more
comfortable I could."

   I thought for a moment.  She'd been doing this for months, with all
sorts of people unclothed.  "I'll do it.  You just do what you do and I'll
try to hold still."

   I unbuttoned my shirt, removed it and pulled off my undershirt.  On a
chair I removed socks and shoes, then stood and unbuckled my pants.  For
some reason I turned away from her as I removed them, then took a deep
breath and pushed down my underwear.  "Do you want me to stand or sit?"

   She had me turn this way and that until she found a standing pose she
liked.  I stood with most of my weight on one leg and my hip cocked and
hands at my sides.

   "Is that as small as you get?"

   I looked down at my semi-erect member.  "It gets smaller, but I can't
make it smaller by thinking about it."

   "I was hoping that with my clothes on I'd have a good, soft dangle. 
That's still sort of sticking up a little."

   "Sorry.  Even though you have clothes on I'm remembering the last time
and, well...I'm sorry.  I can't control it.  I won't look at you and will
try to think of something at work.  Maybe that will help."

   She shook her head and laughed, but got right to work.  I really tried
to think of something else, but the skritch of her pencil on paper reminded
me she was there, A couple of times I thought I felt it beginning to grow,
but managed to think of a cold shower and get it to settle down, yet it
never completely deflated.

   I began to get tired and really wanted to shift my position, but was
relieved to finally hear "All done.  I can do some finishing later."

   She turned the paper around and even I could tell the difference from
the last time.  She had my shoulders and hips perfect, and my 'outside
ornamentation' was like what I saw when I looked in the bathroom mirror. 
She probably had my semi-erection right, but I've only seen it from above
and not from an oblique view.  She turned the paper back to look at it
herself and studied it quietly, once reaching out to touch it.

   Without looking up from the paper she said "Keith, I want to ask you
something.  Don't freak on me.  Don't think this is an impulse or that I
haven't considered everything about it."

   "Does it have to do with me being naked?"

   She nodded slowly.

   "Does it have to do with you being naked as well?"

   Another nod.

   "You want to do each other again?"

   This time she shook her head and took a couple of deep breaths.  "I want
to have sex with you."

   Two things happened at the same time.  My jaw fell open and my penis
completely inflated.

   Before I could respond she looked up, with a serious expression.

   I looked back at her.  "You have thought about it, haven't you?"

   With a nod she replied "It's something I've been thinking about.  I know
all the reasons we shouldn't, believe me.  I've thought about every one of
them.  This has nothing to do with seeing naked men in class.  It only has
to do with you and me."

   "Shit, Robyn.  I'm supposed to be protecting you."

   "I know that.  I know I'm asking a lot and run the very real risk of
being rejected."

   "I would never reject you.  It's the idea I'm having trouble with."

   "I understand.  I should never have brought it up.  Now you're going to
be wary of me and everything I do, wondering if I'm trying to get you to do
something you don't want to."

   I sat down heavily on the sofa with my head in my hands.  "What are you
doing to me, Robyn?  Every fiber of my being wants to do it.  You already
know the downside."

   She replied quietly "Yes."

   "Then, why?"

   "Because it feels right to me."

   "Let me think about it."

   "Okay.  I guess I can't ask for anything more than that."

   She quietly put away her supplies and I put some of my clothes back on,
leaving off my shirt and undershirt and picking up my shoes and socks to
carry them upstairs, where I threw myself onto the bed.  I heard her come
upstairs and go into her room and close the door.

   "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I muttered as I got up to brush my teeth and get
ready for bed.  In bed sleep was not forthcoming and I stared up at the
ceiling conflicted as hell.

   About one o'clock there was a very soft tap on my door and a whisper
"Are you awake?"

   "Yeah, I'm awake.  You can come in."

   She entered, wearing some sort of pajamas, and sat on the side of my
bed. "I'm sorry.  Now I've ruined everything between us."

   I touched her arm.  "No, you haven't"

   "But, you'll never think of me the same again." There was a stifled sob
in her voice.

   "Robyn, I haven't thought of you the same the entire time you've been
here.  You constantly amaze me."

   She was silent, staring across the room.

   I broke the silence.  "You caught me off guard, that's all." I rubbed my
face.  "Truth is, I've thought about you that way for months.  What we did
together only made it stronger."

   She turned her face to me.  "You have?"

   "You have no idea how I've struggled to keep my hands off of you.  Now
you indicate willingness, and I can't think of any more excuses.  I knew we
shouldn't have touched each other like that.  I've been burning ever
since."

   "You never told me."

   "Of course not!  What was I supposed to do?  You, your parents, everyone
would think I brought you here for the purpose of seducing you."

   "I don't think that.  Don't I count?"

   "Cripes, of course you do.  That's what took me off guard.  You
obviously don't think I've been after you.  I don't know how to handle it."

   She tapped my hip.  "Scoot over."

   "Hey!"

   "Look, you're under the covers and I'm not.  I need to be next to you."

   I moved over and she stretched out on her side facing me with her head
on one of my pillows.

   "You're not making this any easier for me."

   A hand reached over to touch my face.  "I know you're protecting me, and
I trust you completely.  Without you who knows where I'd be?  You've given
me a new life, and right now that life includes you.  Right now that life
needs you."

   I held her hand against my face and closed my eyes.  When I opened them
I saw her face near mine, studying me in the dim light coming through the
curtains.  I don't even remember how it happened, but I apparently moved my
face toward her and we kissed.  And kissed a second time.

   All of the burning within me bubbled to the surface and I reached over
to stroke her hair and rub an arm.

   A hoarse whisper asked "So, have you decided?"

   "God, yes."

   She smiled, put a hand on my chest and we kissed again.  I threw off the
covers and embraced her, kissing passionately.  I found myself unbuttoning
her pajama shirt and she shrugged it off.  This time I buried my face
between her breasts and she stroked my hair.  "I've waited so long for
this, Keith."

   "God help me, so have I."

   I didn't worry about the rest of her outfit; I kneaded and kissed her
breasts, using my tongue on her nipples, causing her to arch her back. 
"More!  More!"

   Only too glad to oblige, I kissed her breasts greedily, then kissed her
face and neck while I held her breasts in my hands.  She moaned and moved
her hands from my chest down my belly to the undershorts I wore to bed. 
With no comment, she grasped me through the fabric, then released and used
both hands to push down my shorts.  Once past my knees I managed to kick
them off, and felt her warm hands around me.

   I resumed kissing all over her chest and pushed on the waistband of her
pajama bottoms until they were off.  My hands wandered over her, exploring
her belly, hips and thighs.  I reached around to her butt cheeks and felt
them tighten at my touch.

   "There's another one of those drops," she panted.  "Do we wipe it off?"

   "Smear it around."

   "Oh, it's slippery."

   Eventually I moved a hand between her thighs and she arched again,
inhaling sharply.  Warm and wet, there was so much I wanted to do down
there, but tonight wasn't for lingering.  No buildup was necessary.  A
swelling appeared at the top of her slit and she cried out when I rolled it
between my fingers.  She squeezed me and stroked until I groaned.

   She didn't have to tell me she was ready.  I knew all the signs from my
time with Carol in college.  I knelt between her legs and she opened for
me. I bent her knees so her hips rotated up.

   I wanted to savor the moment, but need took over.  I rubbed up and down
in her slit before entering her, slowly because of her relative
inexperience.  She thrashed her head side to side and whimpered as she
arched once more.

   I didn't immediately begin to thrust, feeling the warmth of her around
my penis.  I bent to kiss her and fondle a breast.  Beginning an easy
rhythm I quickly built toward a climax, but slowed so she could catch up.
She thrust violently, moaned out loud and began to spasm.  The pulsing of
her vagina was the end for me and I shot into her, time and again until I
was spent and collapsed onto her.  We stayed together until we regained
some composure, and I rolled off.  Side by side we stared up at the
ceiling.

   "I've waited for that, Keith.  It's so much better than the boys who
didn't give a damn about me."

   "That was everything I ever imagined it would be, no - more than I ever
imagined it would be." I turned my face to her.  "We have to talk, but not
now."

   She snuggled against me and I stroked her silky hair until we fell
asleep.

   In the morning I found her curled up against me and a feeling I can't
describe ran through me.  Her eyes fluttered open.  She smiled and
stretched.  "It's a beautiful morning, Keith."

   "We haven't even opened the curtains yet."

   "It could be raining or snowing, but it's still a beautiful morning.  In
here." She swept an arm around the room.  "And in here." She pointed to her
heart

   My hands glided over smooth skin and I sighed with contentment.

   "You said we have to talk this morning.  Let's talk."

   "I think I need coffee to clear my head."

   She kissed me and bounded out of bed, hurrying to her room to dress.  I
didn't bother to shave or anything, but pulled on some old sweats and went
downstairs barefoot.  By the time I had coffee going she padded into the
kitchen.  I poured us some juice to drink until the coffee was ready.

   At the table we sat and she looked at me expectantly.

   "Umm, Robyn.  About last night."

   "I can't get pregnant.  You don't have to worry about that."

   "That's not it at all."

   Her face fell.  "I disappointed you.  I pushed you to do something you
weren't ready for."

   I took a deep breath and scanned the room, cluttered with drawings and
her tools for creating them.  My life had certainly changed since she came.
My gaze snapped back to her and I shook my head.

   "No.  Nothing like that.  I was ready - more than ready - but hoped you
were not.  In a way I dreaded something like that happening.  Not for the
reasons you think, though.  I'm afraid things have changed."

   She licked her lips and said quietly.  "You want me to leave?"

   "God, No!  I want you to never leave.  That's the problem.  I've watched
you come out of your shell and grow right before my eyes.  I've seen a
spark in you that you never had before and I am so happy for you."

   I had to get up and pace around the table while she watched me intently.
"So what's the problem?  What have I done?"

   "What you've done is...is...shit, how do I find the words?  How can I
say them?"

   I sat in my chair and reached for her hand.  "What you've done is make
me fall in love with you."

   Tears sprang into her eyes.

   I was not expecting that, and groaned "Shit.  Now I've ruined
everything. I should never have mentioned the L word."

   "Are you stupid?  Can't you tell tears of happiness?  I never want to
leave you.  Last night made me realize that you are the only person, man or
woman, who believed in me.  You took a risk having me here, and you did it
for me, not for yourself.  I get that others may question your motives, but
I know what you did and what you have meant to me.  I never thought about
love until last night." She paused.  "It wasn't just sex.  You made love to
me, didn't you?"

   "I wanted you, but I wanted so show you how things could be.  I could
hardly contain myself, but wanted you to feel wanted for you, not for your
body."

   She smiled through her tears and teased "you don't like my body?"

   I stood behind her chair and put my arms around her.  "I love your body.
In fact, if I didn't have to go to work I'd throw you down on the floor and
show you just how much."

   "I'll have to think of something for tonight."

   When I got home she was in the kitchen, standing over the stove.  "I
don't know how you make everything come out even.  I have mashed potatoes
getting cold and meat that won't cook fast enough.  Oh shit!  I forgot to
salt it."

   I leaned over her and kissed her.  "I think it will be wonderful.  We
can add salt when it's done."

   The meat ended up a little dry, but she had put her heart into it and,
to me, it was perfect.  She had never taken an interest in cooking before.

   Both of us were anxious to be done with cleaning up and then dashed
upstairs.  "You want to come to my room this time?" she asked.

   I shook my head.  "It has to be mine.  I have my reasons."

   By the time I had brushed my teeth and pulled on my sleeping shorts she
appeared in the doorway, wearing a simple nightgown and apparently nothing
under it.

   We fell into each other's arms and kissed, long and lingering.  I had
always thought her long red hair was attractive and I loved stroking its
silky softness.  We fell over onto the bed and she rolled away from me and
sat up.

   "You mentioned this morning about showing me something.  Something that
had to wait for tonight."

   I laughed as I snatched her nightgown over her head and pushed her onto
her back, where she laid expectantly.  I took a moment to feast my eyes on
her body - all of it - before I almost threw off my shorts and fell on her,
kissing and exploring with my hands until she began to breathe hard.  I
lowered my head to a breast and sucked as much as I could get into my
mouth. I nipped at her nipples while my hands wandered, finding new ways to
touch her.  She reached down and grasped me, exploring also.

   I kissed down from her breasts and tongued her navel, making her squeal.
I kissed her legs down to the toes and back up to her hips, nuzzling in the
red patch on her mons.  When I pushed her legs back to feast on her lower
lips she almost sat up.  "What are you doing?"

   "I'm showing you how much I love your body.  All of it.  Never had
anyone do this before?'

   She shook her head.  "Isn't it nasty?"

   "Certainly not.  Close your eyes and experience the feeling"

   I slid my tongue between the lips and she gasped.  My tongue lapped from
vagina to clit and licked the engorging clit.  She pulled my hair and
gasped, writhing on the bed.  My tongue thrust into her and I nibbled on
the lips, feeling gushes of wetness.  Her grip on my hair pushed and
pulled, yanking side to side as she shuddered and came.  I paused to let
the feeling subside before renewing my attack on her vulva with my mouth
and her breasts with my hands.  She bucked like a bronco and shouted
nonsense syllables.

   When I couldn't stand it anymore, I let go of her legs and got on my
knees between them, breathing hard.  I rubbed my penis on the wet slit and
plunged in, drawing another gasp.  I pounded hard and she matched me with
hip thrusts, wrapping her legs around me.

   She had another, larger, climax and grabbed a pillow to put over her
face to stifle her shouts and moans.  Her climax was hard, squeezing me
inside her and I released a torrent into her, pumping until I was
exhausted.

   Lying side by side we held hands.  "So that's how much you love my
body?"

   "That's in the ballpark.  I'll think of more ways."

   "I don't think I can move anything."

   I caressed her face.  "Right now I don't want you to move anything.  I
want you right here beside me."

   "I'm not going anywhere."

   In the ensuing weeks we worked some lust out of our systems, but mostly
made love.  Often during the week she stayed in her room and we did nothing
at all.  Sometimes she'd come into my room, crawl into bed with me and just
curl up against me or lay her head on my shoulder.

   The Christmas holiday approached and that brought about new concerns. 
Her semester ended and both she and her instructor were pleased with her
progress.  He saw some of the work she had done on our hikes and
recommended another drawing class to incorporate new skills.

   One rainy Saturday we sat around and watched a movie.  After it was over
she turned to me.  "We need to think about visiting our families."

   "Mine are staying in China.  The school where they have been teaching
English for the last year doesn't have any kind of Christmas break.  The
best we'll do is to continue to Skype."

   "We haven't exactly been forthcoming with them about our relationship."

   "I get the feeling they suspect more than we have let on.  I'd prefer to
have things unfold gradually.  It's your parents I'm worried about."

   "There's no way we can avoid it.  I have to go home sometime.  Talking
on the phone is one thing but..."

   I wrapped my arms around her.  "We'll figure it out.  I just hope things
don't get unpleasant."

   Time to leave was too soon upon us.  With all our bags packed we turned
in early.  She started out in her room, but was restless and came to mine.
"I'm nervous about tomorrow"

   "Honestly, what do we think can happen?  Why do we feel like this?"

   "Because they won't understand.  My dad can be hard-headed."

   "He can't throw you out.  You're almost twenty-one now, and you're
already out of the house."

   "I know, but...he expected so much from me.  First there was the art he
had to deal with, and now there's you."

   "I guess that has been behind our reluctance to move your things into
this room - for you to have your own bedroom."

   "As long as I have my own room it's like we can pretend we're not really
lovers."

   I stroked her hair and she sighed.  Suddenly she sat up with a
determined look on her face.  "No more!  No more pretending.  Who are we
fooling, anyway?  Whoever doesn't like it can go jump in the lake." She
turned to me.  "We're going to tell them.  We're going to tell them
everything and let the chips fall where they may."

   "I agree, but there is a tactful way and there is the 'in your face'
way. The second way causes hard feelings; the first has a chance to smooth
things over."

   She grinned at me.  "I suppose it wouldn't be tactful to tell them about
this," and launched herself at me.  It took me by surprise and I fell onto
my back with her on top of me, kissing and fumbling with my sleeping
shorts.

   I laughed at how she suddenly took the initiative and I let her yank my
shorts off, waiting to see what else she had in mind.  While she sometimes
took the lead, there was a new sense of purpose this time.

   She ripped her nightgown up and off and then sat astride me.  I reached
to cradle her breasts and she bent over to kiss me passionately, her hands
roaming my body.  Everywhere except where I wanted to be touched, and she
knew it.  I pulled her up so feast on her delights and she threw her head
back.  "Yes!"

   With a sudden move she broke from my oral session and slid down my body,
pausing to rub her vulva on my erection.  She knew that was something that
always excited me, and it still gave me access to her breasts.

   She looked me in the eye and purposely slid down my thighs to my knees.
I couldn't really reach anything on her and she let me suffer for a few
moments before grasping me with two hands.  She used every touch she knew
drove me wild, and suddenly stopped, as if considering something.

   "There's something I've never done.  I never had the courage to do it,
and don't even really know how, but I'll try.  Girls in the dorm talked
about it all the time, but it sounded disgusting.  Yet, so did what you
often do with me.  I love it and can tell you do, too.  So...stop me if you
don't like it.  It won't hurt my feelings."

   I was amazed to see her lower her head and rub my erection on her face,
then take it partway into her mouth.  The sight of it disappearing into her
mouth caused me to gasp.  She pulled it out and licked.  "I know I like
when you do this to me." She licked the length of me.  She swirled her
tongue around the tip.  With her head turned she wrapped her tongue around
my shaft.

   She took as much as she could into her mouth, stopping just before she
gagged, and proceeded to bob on me.  It wasn't long before I felt the
inevitable about to happen.

   "Uhhhhh...I should warn you...oooooo."

   She pulled me out and looked up at me.  "When you do it to me and I come
in your mouth, do you like it?"

   "It's heavenly.  The nectar of the gods.  But, you've seen me ejaculate.
You know what it's like.  It's different from what you do...ohhhh...it's
gonna be soon."

   Having made her decision she took me partway in and tongued me, waiting
for it.  I tried to hold back, but the sight of what she was doing
counteracted any attempt at control.  After the first spurt she pulled
back, and the next two hit next to her mouth.  With a determined look she
took me in again and used both her hands and her tongue until she felt I
was finished.

   She crawled up my chest and laid her head next to mine.  "How was that?"

   "I can't even describe it...ooooh...damn it was good."

   She was quiet.  "Was it as good as Carol?  I'm sure she did it."

   I stroked her hair.  "There's no comparison.  We were in lust and were
interested only in giving a climax.  This was with love.  If you never do
it again, I'll always remember it." I stroked her hair some more.  "How was
it for you?  I know some girls don't like it.  It won't hurt my feelings if
you didn't like it."

   "Probably because some boy makes them do it.  I wanted to do something
special for you.  It was surprising in many respects.  I'd like to practice
some more."

   "The problem here is that you have had no relief.  That should be
remedied immediately."

   I rolled us over, knelt between her legs and threw her legs over my
shoulders.  I grabbed her firm, round bottom and pulled her up to my mouth
and attacked her vulva with everything I had.  I used every move I knew she
liked and thought of some I had never tried.

   She squirmed and kicked.  She bucked up and down, but I managed to stay
fastened to her.  When I felt she was about to come I let her down so I
could use my hands.  I kneaded a breast and rammed fingers into her.  I
sucked on and tongued her clit while wildly ramming fingers into her.  She
went rigid several times and I felt her vagina pulse, but kept up until it
started to die away.

   When I looked up she had the pillow over her face, a sure sign of a good
climax, and I watched her chest heave as she gasped for breath.

   I pulled the pillow off and kissed her.  She laughed "I can taste me. 
Can you taste you?"

   "I can."

   "I hope you felt like I just did."

   "It seems so.  I love you."

   "I love you so much."

   In the morning we were off for the four hour drive to her parent's
house, dreading what could happen.

   We were welcomed with open arms.  There was a raucous dinner with the
entire family.  Little Tommy constantly tried to get Robyn's attention and
everyone seemed to talk at once.  The conversation never veered from light
and casual, and was punctuated with laughter.

   The next day, Christmas Eve, was spent visiting a few of Robyn's old
friends and at Meredith's house.  Robyn put a gift for Tommy under the tree
and he demanded to know what it was.  Robyn tousled his hair and told him
he'd have to wait until the morning.  We got back to her parent's for
dinner.  Later, Meredith popped in for a brief visit and took Robyn out to
the back yard to talk.

   Uncle Roger settled back with an after dinner drink and offered me one.

   "So, Keith, how's it working out with Robyn?"

   "Very well.  She has blossomed as an artist."

   "I still can't believe she abandoned engineering for art."

   "Actually, she has said that it was some structural engineering that
helped her with figure drawing.  She can explain it better than I can."

   "How are things between you and Robyn?

   Red flags waved with that one.

   "Very well.  I go to work and she works on her art.  She helps proofread
some things I write and she asks for my comments on her projects.  I do
most of the cooking, but she's beginning to take an interest in it."

   "I'm not talking about cooking.  I'm talking about on a more personal
level."

   "We get along just fine.  Robyn and Meredith have always been my two
favorite cousins."

   "Cousins, yes.  Just how close are you two?"

   "We're very compatible.  We've known each other since...well, since
Robyn was born."

   "You're eight years older, aren't you?"

   "You know we are.  What are you getting at?" As if I didn't know.

   Uncle Roger leaned forward.  "Have you been sleeping with my daughter? I
trusted you to take care of her, but something's going on.  I know it."

   "Uncle Roger, Robyn has her own bedroom."

   He glared at me.  I'd never seen him like this.  He's always been so
easy going.  "That doesn't mean anything.  You've avoided the question, so
I guess that's my answer."

   "I'm going to level with you, Uncle Roger.  Yes, it has happened, but
I've never gone in to her bedroom for that purpose.  Never.  She has
visited me, but you know what?  Sometimes she comes to my room in the
middle of the night and crawls in bed with me.  She curls up against me or
puts her head in the crook of my shoulder and goes to sleep.  So yes, we do
sleep together sometimes.  The other has happened, too, but it's not like
we're living together in the same room."

   His voice rose a bit.  "I trusted you to take care of her."

   "I do take care of her.  I would never let anyone hurt her.  I care for
her very much."

   He sat back in his chair.  "I can see that.  Anyone can see that.  Yet
it seems you've taken advantage of the situation for your own purposes."

   I felt my temper rising.  "I've never taken advantage of her."

   "That's what you say, but actions speak louder than words.  I see that
she's become attached to you in what I consider an unhealthy way.  She's
your cousin and you've admitted to having sex with her.  For all I know you
two are even sneaking around here in the middle of the night."

   "Is that what you think?  Really?  If that's the way you feel I'll pack
up and obtain other lodging so you won't be suspicious."

   "Maybe that would be best for all concerned."

   I couldn't think straight.  Never had I imagined this turn of events,
but it seemed best to get out of Uncle Roger's way.

   I didn't see Robyn around and left quietly.  I texted Robyn so she'd
know I'd gone to the nearby Traveler's Inn.  I also sent a text to
Meredith, briefly explaining the situation, and told her I was in Room 217.

   I stopped to pick up some beer along the way and sat in my room downing
one after the other.  Around midnight there was a knock on the door, and I
opened it, expecting Robyn.  Meredith strode in and looked around.

   "Where's Robyn?"

   "Down the hall in her room, I guess."

   Meredith stood stock still and looked at me.  "I expected to find her
here."

   "I think she's in 204.  She said she told her father off and left.  I
talked her into getting a separate room in case daddy dearest..." I
couldn't even finish.

   "Why?"

   "Because we thought it best not to 'sleep together', to use your
father's words, tonight, although I miss her."

   "Again I ask why?"

   "I told you."

   "What the hell is wrong with you two?  Anyone with eyes can see you're
in love."

   I stared at her.  "What do you mean?  We decided on the way here that
we'd limit any physical contact, just to avoid this situation."

   "I've been married to Dan for four years.  We have a wonderful son.  Dan
is a good husband and a fantastic father, yet I'm so jealous of Robyn.  I
wish Dan looked at me the way you look at her.  I wish I saw Dan the way
she sees you.  You are the most in love couple I've ever seen.  I thought
what you have only existed in books."

   I sighed.  "So that's what Uncle Roger meant.  He saw that.  Shit.  I'm
screwed.  Now my favorite uncle hates me."

   There was soft scratching on the door and I opened it to find Robyn. 
She rushed into my arms, sobbing.  "I never want to go home again.  I can't
believe what Dad said and did."

   I stroked her hair.  "It's not as bad as all that.  You know, this sort
of thing happens a lot over the holidays.  People get sad and miserable
instead of happy.  It will get better."

   Robyn noticed Meredith standing there.  "I guess you heard all about
it."

   "You know, Robyn, Dan and I have had it out a couple of times when we
disagreed about something.  But love holds us together and we work it out.
That's what families do"

   "He hates me!  He hates I haven't lived up to his expectations."

   "I agree he is disappointed on some level, but he still loves you."

   "He has a funny way of showing it."

   I added "I think he's upset that we're cousins.  We have to give him
time.  Look how long it took us to work through that."

   Meredith laughed "I should have known my smart sister and her brilliant,
lovable boyfriend would have considered all the angles."

   "I don't feel so brilliant."

   "I think you two have some emotions to work out.  I hope you're still
coming over to my house for breakfast."

   "What time?"

   "Tommy will be up at the crack of dawn and we'll drag ourselves out to
the living room to watch him open presents.  He'll be more interested in
playing than eating for awhile.  Dan is making his special pancakes, enough
for everyone.  Is nine okay?  I think we can hold off Tommy until then."

   "Okay, that seals the deal for me.  But if dad makes a scene I'm
leaving."

   "Leave dad to me.  I don't think he'll make a scene." She put her hands
on her hips.  "What are you two standing here for?  You need your sleep,
wink wink, so I'll be on my way.  Even if we can stall opening presents
until six I'll look like a nightmare.  Don't expect a beauty queen in the
morning."

   Robyn hugged her.  'You don't need makeup, Mer.  You'll be beautiful. 
You always are."

   Meredith laughed "You've forgotten what I look like with bed head.  I'll
try to at least brush it."

   When Meredith left Robyn turned to me.  "I think I will stay here
tonight, dad be damned.  After what he accused you of I would have been
tempted to sneak down to your room just for spite."

   "It's better I left, then.  He's not here, is he?"

   "No.  Can we do it slow tonight?"

   "I think I would like that."

   Sometimes hard, screaming sex is wonderful.  Sometimes slow and easy is
best.  This was a slow and easy night, filled with kisses and gentle
touches leading to a satisfying climax.  She wanted to be on top and rocked
in a slow, easy rhythm while I caressed her breasts.  She came with a soft
moan and I didn't have spurts as strong as usual, but it was loving and
satisfying because it was with her.

   It was with some trepidation that we entered Meredith's house, to the
smell of bacon and pancakes.  Dan already had a small mountain of them.  "I
hope everyone's hungry!"

   Uncle Roger and Aunt Ellie watched us come in and I looked for any
telltale signs of brewing unpleasantness.  I at least expected some remark
about us probably spending the night together, but there was none.

   Robyn and I were tense throughout the meal, although Tommy took Robyn's
mind off such things.

   When the dishes had been cleared away we all went into the living room.
Meredith brought a couple of dining room chairs so there would be enough
seats.  As we settled into our seats Tommy eagerly showed the new toys he
had to play with.  He zoomed a big yellow Tonka truck over to Robyn. 
"Thank you Aunt Robyn."

   "I know how much you like trucks."

   "This is the best one ever!  Look!  I can fill it with blocks and it
will dump them!  I can take it to the beach with me next summer."

   "My idea, exactly.  I'm glad you like it."

   We turned to opening the grownup's gifts.  Aunt Ellie gave each of her
daughters a necklace that had been passed down from her mother, and Robyn
cried.

   At the end of the gift exchange Robyn brought out two large, oblong flat
packages.  Meredith opened hers first.  She tore the paper off and sat,
stunned.  "Robyn?  You did this?  I've never seen anything more beautiful.

   The turned the object around for all to see a drawing of Tommy, sitting
on the floor and concentrating hard to put one more block on his tower. 
His hand clutching the block hovered over the stack.  "Robyn!  This looks
so real.  This is Tommy as I know him.  I know it's a drawing, but it looks
like he could step right out of the paper into the room.  Every detail is
perfect."

   "I found a photo I had taken with my phone last time I was here, and
used that for a model.  I took a chance and matted it, but was hesitant to
frame it.  I thought you'd like to pick out a frame yourself that would fit
with where you planned to hang it."

   Tommy said "Let me see!" and squealed with delight at his likeness.

   Aunt Ellie carefully unwrapped hers and gasped.  "I know this picture!"

   "I know you do.  You have the photo in a 4 x 6 frame sitting on a living
room table.  Meredith had sent me one of those, too.  Since I knew you
liked it I thought to make you a larger one."

   Tears rolled down Aunt Ellie's face.  "Thank you.  I'm going to hang it
in my bedroom where I can see it every day."

   The picture was of Tommy peacefully sleeping on his bed, surrounded by
his favorite stuffed animals.

   I remarked "She is getting a reputation.  Robyn's done a lot with the
children she helps take care of next door and their parents are ecstatic.
She has several displayed in the gallery at the college, and at arts
festivals people are starting to seek her out."

   "I've discovered that the body is a structure, just like a building.  As
dad knows, most large buildings have pretty much the same steel structure
inside and have different cladding hung on the outside.  The body is
similar.  Once you understand the structure, it's the outside you can
concentrate on."

   "She's modest about it, but her art instructor thinks she's something
special.  Several people have suggested she would be a good teacher."

   Uncle Roger handled the picture they had been given, examining it
closely.  He cleared his throat and all conversation ceased.  "Robyn, I was
wrong.  I was wrong to doubt you."

   "I'm glad I took some classes in engineering.  They've given me the
basis for what I do."

   "Do you ever paint, make some of these in color?"

   She shook her head.  "I love working with pencil and sometimes pen and
ink.  I like the simplicity of just a few tools.  I feel I can get more
detail."

   "My God!  You've sure got detail here.  I think I like this better than
the color photo we have framed."

   "Thank you, dad.  That means a lot to me."

   Meredith looked hard at him and he sighed.  "I want to apologize for
yesterday.  You're nearly twenty-one now and can make your own decisions.
I'm old school, and was brought up that cousins didn't marry.  I was thrown
off by how in love you appeared.  I don't know what's right, but I trust
you to make decisions that are right for you," He looked at me.  "Keith,
all I could think of was that you somehow took her away for some...purpose.
I know you had her best interests at heart, and have been informed by my
eldest that you wrestled with exactly what concerned me.  I'm glad you
shepherded her through her own doubts and insecurities.  She's probably in
a better professional place than she would have been if she had stayed here
with me on her back all the time."

   He stuck out his hand and I took it.  "Thank you, Uncle Roger.  You've
always been my favorite uncle."

   Aunt Ellie had one more surprise.  We went back to her house and she
took us into her bedroom and opened a box.  "I don't know how things will
work out for you.  But if you decide to go in that direction I've got your
grandmother's ring you can have."

   Robyn threw her arms around her mother's neck.  "Oh, mom.  We don't know
how things will work out either, but this is the nicest thing you could do
for us."

   Several days later we were back home.  We carried our luggage upstairs
and she hesitated.  "Is it time for me to bring my things into your room?
It would, after all, free a bedroom for guests."

   I laughed and kissed her.  "I'll help you.  But there's something I'd
like to do first."

   "I hope it's what I'm thinking."

   "Last one undressed is a rotten egg!"

   We raced into my bedroom, ripping our clothes off as we went and fell,
breathless, onto the bed.

   I smoothed her hair.  "I want to touch every inch of you.  I want to
kiss every inch of you."

   "That sounds exactly like what I want to do to you."

   Laughing, we rolled around, fondling, kissing, licking and tickling,
squealing like children until we ended up in a tangle of arms and legs,
panting.

   She grasped me.  "There's something I'd like to try again."

   "And I'd like to do it with you."

   "Hmm.  Can we do it together?"

   "There's only one way to find out."

   We experimented with different position, but mostly wound up laughing.
Eventually we ended up with me on my back and her legs straddling my head.
I adjusted her legs and she lowered herself onto me.  "Does this work?"

   "Um hmpf."

   "Let's see what I can manage." She played with me and bent her head to
take me into her mouth.

   As I pleasured her, her body relaxed so her vulva sank directly onto my
face.  I spread the lips and feasted.  I reached around to fondle a
dangling breast until her body sagged completely onto me.  Her lead laid on
my thigh and she directed me to her mouth, licking and sucking.  She used
her hands in new ways, and her warm tongue stroking me drove me wild.

   I tried to move her hips so I could reach everything, but found it
difficult to thrust my tongue into her very far.  I settled for circling
her entrance with my tongue, giving long licks and sucking on the clit that
protruded more in this position than in any other we'd tried.  Everything
was backward from when I usually do it - vagina up and clit down.  She
rocked her hips, wiping her entire vulva over my mouth.  I latched onto
labia and sucked.

   She licked and sucked.  She took me in and pulled me out.  She swirled
her tongue around the tip.  When I felt it was time I tapped her and she
nodded.  Her head rested on my thigh and she pointed me up as I spurted. 
She laughed and put me in her mouth to get everything but the first couple
of spurts.

   I sucked harder and she suddenly pressed her body even harder against my
face, if that was possible.  I felt her pulsing and my mouth filled with
orgasmic fluid.  She groaned with my penis in her mouth.  Of course, the
vibration caused me to go on longer than usual.

   I had to tip my head back to get a breath as we lay motionless.  She
kissed my softening penis and I kissed - whatever it was that was covering
my mouth at the time.

   She rolled off and turned to face me.  "How do I look?  It was a
fountain!"

   I laughed along with her.  There were two streaks across her face from
where she had watched it shoot up but it had fallen back across her face.
"I think I handled it better than last time.  I really wanted to see it,
but I really wanted to try to get it all, too.  I've decided it's not bad.
I'd like to do this from time to time.  You know, that would be a good
study - drawing a cock just as it spurted.  I'd never catch it fast enough
to sketch, so I could take a picture." She laughed "Don't worry, nobody
will see either photo or drawing except us."

   She wiped her face with a finger and then sucked on it.  We kissed, long
and deep.  "Mmm, I definitely like the taste of me on you."

   "I sure got a good enough taste to share.  I love the taste of you."

   We got up to wash our faces and crawled back into bed.

   I looked at the time and laughed.  "It's only six-thirty.  We'll need to
eat."

   "Maybe the snack we just had will hold us for a while."

   "Yeah." I wrapped my arms around her.  "I love you.  What do you say we
move your things in here tomorrow?  I think we'll be busy tonight.  I'm
going to make love to you like there's no tomorrow."

   She lightly played her hand over my chest.  "Sounds like a plan."

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