With Heather and Kurt's struggle

"Kurt!" Heather laughed as she spun away from him. She made a sudden stop two arm lengths away from her cousin, then he spun her back into his chest. "Since when did you learn to dance?"

"Remember Tabitha?"

"When did you learn dancing from her?" Heather smiled, encompassing his waist. "Unless it was the horizontal mambo."

"She was in that competition remember? She came in second with her paso doble!"

"Again, when did you have your hands free enough to take notes?"

"Oh, you find time." Kurt dipped his cousin, brushing her hair on the grass below. "I'm sure you have."

"Well!" Heather exclaimed, kicking her feet in the air as Kurt helped them find the ground again. "I know Mickey Mantle's batting average over his career -- .298 over 162 games, though best known for his power and tape measure distance -- thanks to Ted Powers, how to dive a stick shift -- and to repair a carburetor long enough to get to a shop anyway -- from Wei, and more than enough about the history of astronomy from Rohit. That night under the stars was magical though... and his mom made me fall in love with bhindi masala."

"I guess we do get around," Kurt replied.

"Worldly, in our own ways." Heather cocked her head in thought. "And Rohit was uncircumcised too... You know they say that's supposed to 'enhance the experience' -- well, he said that anyway, I laughed -- but it really doesn't."

"You know, Nadine said that to me too." Kurt's hand discovered the peak of Heather's ass, and unconsciously slid downward. "Said Lebanese girls were the best. I couldn't tell the difference, but she rocked anything she wore."

"Very glamorous, even in jeans." Heather palpated Kurt's deltoids more firmly than necessary. "I was always a little jealous."

"Oh, she couldn't hold a candle to you any day, squirt."

"You charmer, cuz-- ooh!" With a grin, Kurt's palm entered her consciousness, and she rolled her ass against it. "Or should I say, naughty boy? I thought you were better now, Kurtie?"

"Sorry," Kurt didn't apologize and failed to remove his hand. "Bad habits."

"They're... hard to break." Heather's words snaked from her lips in the exact same way as she snaked herself across Kurt's torso. He gave the faintest of grunts, pinning her in place with faces mere millimeters apart.

"Heather," Kurt gulped.

"Yeah...?"

"We're cousins... First cousins even."

Heather blinked. "We are. So what are we doing?"

"I... don't know." Kurt's body hardened with internal tension, the two sections of his brain suddenly declaring total war on each other. Heather went stiff in his grip as well, but her sinking nails into his shoulder barely registered. A tempest filled her eyes, with winds simultaneously destroying her resolve and her sexual desire.

"Something... happening, what's happening," Heather said. "I can't... think, I don't understand."

Kurt pulled his nose back. "What's the stench?"

"God, you smell it too? It reeks."

"It's everywhere." Kurt edged closer. "Heather... I'm scared... I'm not..."

She blinked harshly, scrunching her eyes shut, then opening them wide. "Kurt, no, shh." Her lips softened in anticipation. "What... ever happens? I don't blame you."

He gritted his teeth. "Love you, squirt."

"Love you, cuz."

Kurt swallowed her words, and their primal natures subsumed the last of their rational thoughts.