A Swift Journey Back

Ana pulls the truck into the bay, and Dmitri closes the door behind you. Ana kills the engine and climbs out, removing her mask and motioning for you to join her.

“I heard it got a little hot out there,” Dmitri calls as he approaches.

“Yeah, Lev had to take a few shots to get a cruiser off of us,” Ana says.

“Lev?”

You pull your mask off, revealing your face to the older Russian man.

“What’re you doing here, Lev?” he continues.

“I asked Ivan for a bigger job. You know how it is. Anyways, I just blew out his tire, and he crashed into a light. He should be fine, I hope.”

Dmitri nods in response, before walking to the back of the truck and opening the truck box door. It rolls open to reveal cases and cases of different kinds of liquors, smuggled into New York at a fraction of the cost. He whistles.

“Well, that should keep the bars going for a while,” he murmurs. He turns back to you and Ana, motioning towards the door. “Alright, I’ll handle it from here. You two get out of here. Grab an Uber or something.”

“Ha ha, old man. I think we’ll take your car.”

Dmitri rolls his eyes, but he tosses her the keys nonetheless.

“Around the block, to the left.”

Ana thanks him and you depart, traveling down the sidewalk until you find Dmitri’s town car. Old, worn, and completely inconspicuous. Exactly what you need. Ana cranks the engine, and soon you two are back on the highway, headed back to the Rice Room.

“Wow, that was… a lot,” you say, breaking the silence.

“You did a good job, Lev. I couldn’t have gotten out of there without you.”

“I’m sure any of Ivan’s other men could’ve done a better job,” you murmur back.

“Maybe – but they’re not you. I know I gave you a hard time about taking this job, but I am glad you were here to protect me. It was kind of sweet.”

You arch your eyebrow at your cousin, who grins back at you.

“Besides, aren’t you glad to do illegal shit with a hot young babe like me?”

You roll your eyes at her, but she is not entirely wrong. Your heart still pumps after the car chase – adrenaline still moves in your veins like blood. By the flush of her cheeks, you assume Ana is feeling similarly.

“Better than with an old man like me, I suppose,” you say.

“You’re such a cute old man, though.”

She drives for a few minutes, bickering and cracking jokes at you until the car slows down as you pull into the alleyway behind the Rice Room.

“By the way,” you say, “what about cameras? Or if someone gets caught? How are we going to get out of this?”

“Don’t worry about it. The truck was stolen, with fake plates, and there are no cameras on that side of town. Jorge won’t talk. He knows what will happen if he does.”

Ana parks the car next to the rear door of the bar, killing the engine and turning to look at you.

“Really, Lev, thank you for helping me today. I’m glad you were there.”

She leans into your, wrapping her arms around your shoulders in a warm hug. You hug her back, gently rubbing her back in support.

“Just glad I could help.”

She pulls away, but you notice a faint blush on her cheeks – the app at work again, undoubtedly. Remembering your earlier conviction, you grab her receding hand and hold it, turning to stare into her eyes. The cerulean orbs meet yours, her warm cheeks growing warmer.

“Seriously though, Ana, thank you for getting us out of there. I might be sitting in a prison cell right now if not for you.”

You caress her hand in yours, and her eyes break away, as though she is rejecting your affection. The growing blush on her cheeks tells a different story, though.

“Thank you for being here, with me. Since I started working with you and Ivan, I like to think we have grown somewhat closer. I have to confess that even though you’re my cousin, my flesh and blood, seeing you every day has brought no small joy to my life. You know I rarely get to see my family now, although I am trying to change it, but seeing you has made that a little better, at least. Seeing you work the bar, always dressed to kill – it has been a motivation for me. And an attraction.”

Her eyes flicker back to yours, interlocking in another fervent gaze. She pulls her long black hair out of her face, setting it behind her ears, leaving only her sharp bangs and bare neckline in your view. Her cheeks are even warmer now, and her breath comes in uneven wisps – she’s nervous.

You wait. The line has been cast, now she only needs to bite.

“Lev, I…” she pauses, begins again, and stops. She stares at you for another minute, in silence. You continue to wait. Finally, she coughs, breaking your eye contact. You continue to rub her hand but leave it to caress her arm, sliding your fingers up her silken gooseflesh until they reach her shoulders, and then her neck. Her eyes dart back to you, and you feel her shift. She leans in, drawing closer to you in the front seat of the old town car. Her eyes close. Your heartbeat quickens in anticipation. Her hair smells of lilac. Her lips meet yours – they’re soft, warm, and inviting. They feel wonderful, drawing you into them like a warm lake on a summer day, and she leans closer, sliding across the seat until she sits beside you. The feeling of her creamy skin is ecstasy, your receding adrenaline instantly coming back in full **** with the sudden thundering of your heart. The kiss lingers, her lips brushing yours, until she pulls away entirely, her cool blue eyes staring into yours from only a couple of inches away.

“Lev…” she murmurs but says nothing else.

It’s your turn now – your turn to make a move on her.

“Ana,” you whisper back, leaning into her to return her kiss, this time deeper and more passionate. Your lips lock in a forbidden dance that is becoming increasingly familiar to you, and your skin tingles as her hands slide across your chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath your shirt. Your own hands float to her body, first landing on her blue jean covered thigh, before slowly sliding up towards her waist. Temptation encourages you to slide your hand beneath her shirt, but you ignore it. Instead, you caress her waist over the tight t-shirt, continuing your course upwards until you feel the soft padding of her bra beneath your hand. You smile as you continue to kiss her, your tongue darting out to meet hers as you explore each other, and your hand cups her breast. A faint murmur escapes her lips, possibly a protestation, but you continue. Her face flushes more, and her breath quickens on your tongue.

Her knees push together in a futile attempt to fight away the feelings coursing through her body, further encouraging you. You tease her breast, sliding your thumb behind the padding of her bra over her t-shirt, brushing against her small hardening nipples, just enough to turn her on even more. You push her back against the seat of the town car, her head still turned to meet yours, as you slide your fingers through her cleavage and across her stomach. You slow as you reach the waistband of her fitted jeans, until you pause, thinking. Should you?

You should, of course. You kiss her with renewed passion, lilac flooding your senses, as you push further and rub your fingers along the seam of her crotch, eliciting a warm whimper from her lips. You push harder, teasing her body through its fitted layer of denim.

You pause when you feel her hand grab your wrist, expecting her to yell at you or tell you to stop, but she doesn’t. Instead, she guides your hand to the top of her pants, where she unbuttons her blue jeans, as she continues to shove her eager tongue into your mouth, combating yours. You pick up on her message and happily slide your fingers beneath the tight fabric, smiling as you dip beneath the silken material of her panties, and become wet with the juices of her aching pussy. Without hesitation, your glide your fingers across the hood of her clitoris and into the soaked lips of her cunt, dipping into her warm body and curving your fingers against her g-spot. Her pants are tight, almost too tight, and you’re barely able to move your hand, but you persist. The sensation is heavenly – her pussy is tight and hot, eager for you to be inside. You rub your fingers against her inner walls, drawing increasingly louder moans from Ana, who seethes and wriggles against you.

“Lev, oh, Lev,” she murmurs between clenched teeth, as you feel her orgasm building. The sensations become too much, and you feel your cock finally reach full erection as you finger your cousin’s cunt. Your hormones encourage you, eliciting your fingers to rub her faster, harder. You drag your digits against her sopping walls the best you can, kissing her passionately, sliding your tongue down the side of her throat, and leaving tender kisses there. You feel her clench around you, tightening and crushing your fingers within her, and then a moan of ecstasy escapes your cousin's lips. She howls into your ear as her hips writhe against your hand, your digits still pumping her pussy to completion, while she rides the wave of her orgasm. Finally, she calms down, leaning against the worn seat, and you slide your hand out of her pants.

“Wow,” she whispers, drunkenly staring into your eyes.

Instead of responding, you give her another kiss. A lighter, **** one. She grins through her lips at you.

“Thanks,” she says, buttoning her pants. Your phone vibrates. While she checks herself in the mirror, you check it.

Ana: Affection: 30 (+10). Love: 25 (+17). Lust: 12 (+7)

Wow. Aside from the relationship update, you see you have three unread text messages from Karina.