Friday evening

Thursday goes by in a blur. After "regular" work, Uncle Ivan has you manning the bar again. He says nothing about Jorge or your conversation after. Ana still isn't up to working, despite your escapade the prior evening seeming to show otherwise. You work till late and then head home to find a sleeping house, as usual.

Friday morning you stop to get Alex and Maria some coffee. Mia isn't working. Still, your co-workers appreciate the gift so it is worth it. You poke Alex a little more about Maria taking his position, but he doesn't say anything committal. Maria blushes when you see her, but nothing untoward happens. And so the day goes by.

On your way out of your building, you realize it is Friday - Karina and Mia should be finished with their exams! You shoot her a text message, and she quickly responds. Both of them are in the clear; they aced every exam. You promise to take them somewhere to celebrate on Sunday, on your day off.

Ana is back at the Rice Room when you arrive, but you're still needed at the bar. It's Friday night and the lines are piling up. Despite your best efforts, you're not able to talk with her very much while you work together. It's only when the clock strikes midnight and you begin to kick people out that you finally have a moment to speak.

"So," she says, her eyes cast sideways.

"So," you say.

It's awkward. Perhaps the lack of conversation had less to do with being busy than you thought. But then you remember - you have the app on your side. Why should it be awkward?

You close the gap between you and Ana and wrap her in a hug. Her shoulders immediately sag as she snuggles her head into your chest, as though she had been carrying a weight upon them.

"How are you feeling?" you ask.

"Much better now... Hey, come with me."

She pushes you away, only to grab your hand, and drag you into the back room where they store their liquor and other dry goods. The room is lined with shelves of supplies and lit by an old neon light, swinging from a chain from the ceiling. You recognize many of the boxes from the box truck that you and Ana had driven together.

She says nothing until she closes the door behind her. It bolts shut with an audible clack. Her eyes meet yours.

"About the other night..." she begins.

"I loved it. Thank you for being there for me, although you shouldn't have to be."

"You did?"

Her cheeks blush. The normally confident girl who throws insults at you is gone.

"It was wonderful, yes."

You draw closer to her.

"And no matter what happens, I'm here for you."

Your hands reach out to her, resting on her hips. She steps away from you, her back coming to rest against a stack of boxes full of liquor.

"Mean it?" she whispers, her lips drifting towards you.

Your kiss is her only confirmation. At the touch of your lips on hers, a spark ignites Ana. She breathes you in, her shyness gone, and her hands wrap around you. Your shirt hits the floor, followed by hers. Her pants, then yours. Her lips hardly break from yours as she rips your clothes away from you.

And then you're inside her, one of her legs raised in the air in your arm, her back pressed against the boxes. Her tongue intertwines with yours as you both build to your climax. It doesn't take long.

Just as you feel you're near the edge, she pushes you away. Her leg drops and she turns around, wiggling her rear in the air at you. Without hesitation, you step back forward and slide inside her.

Your hands ply and knead her ass as you slam in and out of her. Your tempo increases, and you know you both are near the edge once more.

"Play with my asshole, Lev," she moans into the boxes, her forehead pressed against them.

You're surprised. And willing. You quickly dip your thumb into your mouth for lubrication and then rest it against her asshole, your other hand spreading her cheeks. You draw a small circle, back and forth. Ana's moans grow in response. With a smile, you press the very tip of your thumb in.

It's too much for your cousin, and a tremor shakes her. She cums. And that is too much for you, so you cum too. Once again, you pump rope after rope into your cousin. Your already pregnant cousin.

"Fuck, Lev, fuck," she whispers, as she drops to her knees on the floor. Cum leaks from between her legs in clumps, splattering on the concrete below.

You lean against the boxes to calm down, your vision swimming. A moment later, you help Ana up. She slides her panties back on, followed by her pants. She grabs her bra and slides it on, before turning her back to you.

"Help, please?"

You smile as you clasp the bra together. Your touch lingers, sliding across her back and around her breasts. You step close to her, pulling her against your chest. Your still-naked cock presses into her rear. She whimpers. Your cum runs down her inner thigh.

As you play with her tits, you plant kisses along her neck, her hair. A moan escapes her lips - unlike the ones you heard earlier, this one is slow, quiet.

She blurts out, "I am in love with you."

Then her hand flies to her mouth, and she turns to face you in horror. Perhaps the magic touch was too much for her. Still, it doesn't matter, because:

"I am in love with you, too."

Her hand falls away, and the expression of horror dissipates. A broad grin replaces it.

"Oh, Lev!" she purrs, and she hugs you. "What does it mean for us, though? You're still my cousin. And married."

"I'm not sure, Ana. I want to be with you. But I love my wife, too. And I want to be with her."

Ana thinks for a moment, then says, "Would you be with both of us?"

Surely, she isn't suggesting it, is she?

"What do you mean?"

"Be with both of us, together. Like... be in a relationship with us both. Openly. Well, semi-openly, I guess."

"You mean polygamy."

She rears back in disgust. "Ew, don't call it that... But yeah."

You pause for a moment as if thinking. "But what about Nadia? She won't accept it."

"That's up to you to figure out..."

Seems as though the app is coming through for you, yet again.

"Of course, I'd love that." And then you kiss her again, sealing your new union.