Bonus: 2067

That's right, fuckers. Uncle Rufus isn't the only one who gets their story told. If no one else is going to listen to me, I'll make my story for my fucking self.

I'm Garnet, you may remember me from the last chapter when I was a bratty little crotch goblin. Yuck. That was ten years ago. I'm eighteen now, not that anyone's willing to treat me like that. Here are some fun facts: I have a sister, Mina, a couple of years younger than me. I have a dog, Ripley, she is the dumbest little mutt in the world, and I would die for her. I like kickboxing. I like emerald green, even dyed my hair to it. Oh, and I like pussy. That last one is the main problem, because my parents insist I'm not mature enough to fuck them.

Yeah, see, open secret, my parents are cousins, and I know they do stuff with more than each other. My parents, uncle, aunts, they all pretend like they don't, but they share DNA in more than one way. If you don't like the sound of that? Fuck you. I love it. Now, imagine living in a house with two certified cougars who are definitely open to having sex with you... But they keep putting it off. Sounds frustrating? Damn fucking right. I spend so much time flicking the bean it's actually starting to give me better grip strength in my left hand. Oh, and I'm left-handed – bonus fun fact.

Fuck this. I'm done. If they won't respect me as a sexual being, I'll **** them to acknowledge me. I open my window, swing my legs out and drop down. The benefits of living on the ground floor of the house. I make my way across the back gardens to my aunt and uncle's house, but they're not important right now. Instead, I climb the tree next to their house and clamber over to the window of the one person who might understand. I peer in the window and see her on the running machine, covered in sweat and wearing nothing but sweats and a sports bra. My best friend.

Rowan's a track star, she's always loved running, but she's also damn quick. Like, she graduated school last year and got a full scholarship to a university in the US, so she's only back for the break. She's also the only blonde in our family, which I'm insanely jealous of, my natural colour is the same boring red as my mum. I take just one more second to ogle Rowan's abs, then knock on the window, startling her. She turns off the machine and rushes over to open the window. "Nettie, I told you, it's dangerous to climb the tree." She scolds me.

I drop into Rowan's room and give a quick look to my surroundings. In a lot of ways, me and Rowan are opposites, she's built for speed, I'm built for strength, here having the meaning of she's got legs for days, and I'm barely beating five feet. She wears well-fitting clothes, I basically exist in a hoodie. Her room is so spotless it's almost sterile, my room is a manifestation of the chaos in my head. She has a boyfriend, and I am gay as the day is long.

"Well, it's not like I can climb the trellis anymore." I point out, flopping on Rowan's bed, as she reaches for a towel to get rid of the sweat covering her.

"Yeah, because it fell down when you tried to climb it." She points out. Exactly, now I can't use it anymore, I don't see the contradiction. "It's late, what's up?" She asks, drying herself off.

I sit up and look her dead in the eye, time to get it off my chest. "Wanna fuck?" I ask directly.

Rowan stares at me like I've just asked the dumbest question in the world. "Yeah, nice seeing you, Nettie. Try not to slip when you're climbing down the tree." She responds dismissively, letting her long hair out of the ponytail she had for her run.

"Oh, come on, Row, at least hear me out." I protest, causing her to sigh and sit cross-legged, awaiting my explanation. "My parents are still holding out on me, but I figure if I'm not a virgin anymore, then they've got nothing to worry about. They'll realise I'm gonna fuck anyway, so it might as well be with them." What? You thought because I said I love pussy that I'd actually done it? Fuck you, I can appreciate the Mona Lisa without going to the Louvre... I have been to the Louvre, though – another bonus fact.

Rowan groans as she leans her head on her hand. "First question, how does that make any sense? Second question, why me? Third question, how does this help me in any way?" She rattles off, still completely unimpressed with my genius plan.

"First off, it makes sense because I came up with it, and I'm a genius. Second, you're kinda the only girl I know and trust enough to bang. Third, you get to experience actual sex instead of whatever heterosexual flailing you and that boyfriend of yours count as fucking." I counter, folding my arms in triumph.

"Ex-boyfriend. We broke up, and no, we never had sex. So you're basically asking for my first time on top of violating my cousin." Rowan points out, revealing an unexpected twist. I was sure that Rowan would've been getting it left, right, and centre in college. I mean, look at her... Well, imagine me looking at her. She's like sex on very, very long legs.

I snap my fingers in realisation. "Then it's a win for both of us. You rebound from your loser ex, ditch that annoying V card, and the same that goes for me goes for you." I point out, as her eyebrows furrow. "If your parents see you as a sexual option, they'll want to fuck you too."

Rowan scoffs at the implication. "I remind you that the jealousy tactic is definitely not going to work. Besides, what makes you think I want to fuck my parents?" She asks as if it's the most ridiculous thing in the world. I didn't want to do this, it's time to break out the big guns. Not my tits, though I do call them the big guns too.

"Do you remember the lodge we stayed at just before you went off to uni? Second night, when you thought I was asleep?" I ask, Rowan's face falling tells me she definitely remembers. I clear my throat and prepare my best Rowan voice, "Oh, Daddy, oh yeah, I've been a bad girl. Pound my little-" I recite until Rowan puts a hand over my mouth. Joke's on her, I remember what she was doing with this hand that night.

My cousin lets out a breath halfway between mortification and fury. "If I agree to do this, you will forget you ever saw or heard anything of the sort, understood?" She insists, still not removing her hand from my mouth. Instead I respond by crossing my heart, to which she just rolls her eyes. She removes her hand and lies back. "Okay, fine, go ahead and stick your fingers in me."

I can't help but snort, trust Rowan to think jumping straight in is going to make it easier. Instead, I lean down and press my lips to hers, causing her to jump but then to kiss me back. "If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right." I explain, reaching down and bringing her sports bra up over her head. I've seen Rowan's tits a million times over the years, but this is different... And I've never tasted them before. They're nowhere near the size of mine, but they suit her slim physique perfectly. As I begin sucking one of her nipples, she lets out a breathy whimper. Looks like she's enjoying this.

I work my way down as she kicks off her shoes, and I begin sliding off her gymwear, including those boyish boxers she prefers for underwear, until I gaze upon it. Wow. What a fucking jungle. "Stop staring, it's not like I knew anyone was going to look there." Rowan protests in a voice so cute it makes my heart skip. Ignore that. She's lucky I like hair. I lean forward and get my first taste of her surprisingly wet pussy. I guess she's more into this than I thought. She definitely seems pretty into it when she grabs a pillow and covers her own face to muffle the groans coming from her mouth.

Her taste is definitely distinct, there's no hiding the fact she's been working out, but... Somehow I'm glad, like it's the definitive Rowan taste. I can't imagine a version of her that isn't ten minutes away from a jog. I try not to bite my tongue or her labia, as I can't help but smile at how very her she is.

Suddenly I'm reminded that she's definitely been as pent-up as me... Or was, as she begins shaking, grabbing the back of my head and forcing me closer to her, the pillow forgotten as her undiluted moans reach a crescendo. As she relaxes, I realise that her fluids have completely drenched my face and are actually dripping off my chin. I wipe my sleeve along my mouth to try to reduce the flow, only to be greeted by a hand grabbing my hoodie by the collar and yanking me into a ferocious kiss. My surprise is nothing compared to just how good this kiss is. Bonus fun fact: Rowan and me have practised kissing before... It was never like this.

My mind is blank as we break away, luckily Rowan has words to fill the space. "Get those clothes off so I can fuck you like a little whore." She orders me, her voice full of aggression, lust, and control. I've never heard her sound like that. I like it.

"Yes, Mummy." I squeak. "Ma'am", I correct myself. I'm doing this to fuck my actual mother, I wouldn't call Rowan Mummy... What a silly... A stupid mistake...

"Now!" She barks.

Yes, Mummy. I pull my hoodie off and undo my shorts, shimmying them off. With just my underwear remaining, Rowan grabs me by the bra and pulls me onto the bed. She straddles me, undoing the front clasp. My current bra size is a 36DDD, but then it's been feeling tighter lately, so who's to say? I'm proud of my tits, I am, but this is definitely not a flattering angle for them. Wait, why do I care? It's not like I care if Rowan thinks I'm sexy... I don't. Fuck off.

Rowan kisses the side of my neck, then heads straight for my right nipple. Oh fuck, it didn't feel this good when I played with them myself. This is crazy good, actually. She really is a natural at this. As she goes on she yanks my knickers off, casting them aside. I didn't know Rowan had this side in her...

Without warning, I feel an intrusion in my pussy... A really damn good intrusion. She's fingering me. Oh fuck, I'm getting fingered. Holy shit, am I coming already? Oh... Oh fuck. I groan as Rowan's fingers continue their amazing work inside me, for a moment it feels like it'll never stop. Waves and waves crash over me. When it finally ends, I let out a contented sigh... Only for Rowan to remove her fingers and replace them with her tongue.

My eyes snap open, and I look down between my legs to confirm what I'm feeling is correct. Rowan's eating me out, her tongue's squirming makes me squirm in turn. Her nose's occasional bump to my clit just adding to the experience. Oh no... It's going to happen again. I cover my mouth to muffle my scream, this one's even more intense than the last as I come all over Rowan's face. Eventually the pleasure subsides... And I realise she isn't stopping... Is she trying to kill me? Another orgasm hits me, and I start to feel guilty that I only gave her the one.

After the third subsides, she finally relents. She climbs back up to lie beside me as we catch our breath. "Sorry..." She whispers between gasps. "I've... I've never actually had an orgasm before... Drove me a little crazy." She explains. Wait, her first one? She's never even come by herself?

"Any time." I reply, without realising what I just said. That's not the plan, this was just an icebreaker for our parents. Rowan turns on her side and looks me in the eye. A look that I've never seen from her before. Like she sees all of me and doesn't want to look away. She gently kisses me, not like any of our practice kisses or any during the sex. These are soft, gentle, I kinda love it.

Love it...

Love. Wait, no. Fuck off. That wasn't the plan. This was just a scheme, I wasn't supposed to realise I... I love her.

This wasn't the plan.

This wasn't the motherfucking plan, you mother-