Hedonism

When you think of debauched Frenchmen, then most people would think of someone like the Marquis de Sade, whose name literally became the word sadism. Not to disparage the guy, or maybe I should; he was kinda shady all round, but I don't think he ever witnessed his teacher sitting on his sister/girlfriend's face while sucking his cousin's strap-on. Actually that does sound like him, but I think if you're even in contention with the guy who wrote "The 120 Days of Sodom", then it's kind of a moot point.

That's not to say I'm not currently enjoying Marie riding my dick while making out with Andi, but I'm definitely thinking this can't go on for many more hours. Marie shudders to an orgasm as I let out... What is it now? Load eleven? I need a break either way. After allowing my cousin to dismount me and, doing something I never dreamed myself doing, denying Andi a turn on my cock, I walk over to the kitchen and get some water. I've probably unloaded enough semen to dehydrate the average person.

"This was a brilliant idea." I hear Rosie declare as she leans against the kitchen counter, apparently also needing a break. "Honestly, I can't believe Poppy of all people proposed it, but in hindsight, it kinda feels inevitable." She sighs wistfully, as if it's perfectly normal to be having a chat stark naked and covered in various fluids.

I gulp down my water before inevitably Rosie tries to jump my bones again, but instead I hear words that chill me.

"You know it can't last, right?" Rosie asks me pointedly, almost making me spit all over the floor. "Like, all of us together, I mean. It can't work forever. Pretty soon our parents will be back, Sienna's gonna be working again, Marie and her parents will move back to their home... This is kind of it, isn't it?"

"You get nostalgic when your brains get fucked out, you know that?" I chuckle. "Yeah, this is a perfect storm. That doesn't mean we can't cling on to the parts we want to keep." I advise, my wisdom feeling a bit cheap among the chorus of moans echoing through the house.

Rosie shoves me playfully. "I'm keeping Marie." She decides, as if she's putting it out into the universe. "I just... I can't imagine not waking up to her, you know?"

I can't resist barking out a laugh. "You make it sound like you've done anything but fuck." I chortle, but apparently this pissed off Rosie, who takes my water and throws it over me. Honestly, without clothing it's more refreshing than anything.

"We have." She growls at me. "Sometimes... I pretend to be asleep. Just so I can watch her play games when she thinks no one can see. She's so still, but sometimes... When something has her invested, she straightens up or licks her lips or stretches her fingers... Then when she succeeds, she lets out this little yip, like the excitement is just... Too much for her to contain. It's so cute. She's so cute. I love her."

I nod along, smiling at my sister's melancholy, until I realise what she's said. That didn't seem like a familial kind of love... Which sounds obvious given the context, but from Rosie? "You know..." I begin, refilling my glass of water. "Even way back when, cousins weren't that taboo. As not okay Mum and Mama would be with the rest of this... I think even they would be happy for you." I reassure my sister, putting my arm around her shoulders. "I know I am."

*

"Sienna, basically everyone's left or gone to bed; can you release Poppy now?" I laugh, as my cousin rolls her eyes... Or they roll back, it's hard to tell. Finally she releases Poppy's face from between her thighs, whose face looks like she's been underwater for how wet it is.

Our cousin sighs as she leans back on the sofa, allowing Poppy up off her knees. "Well, that's a talent you've got there, Popsicle." She states breathlessly. My sister uses a towel to dry her face and comes to wrap her arms around me. "You know, you two are pretty cute for how gross this whole day has been." Sienna adds, stretching her back.

"Yeah, that's because we are cute." Poppy replies, a grin wide on her face. "Doesn't really matter what the circumstances are, he's my boyfriend." She proclaims boldly.

Sienna stands up and begins looking around for the bag her clothes were put in at the start of the party, before beginning to redress. "Do you think your parents will agree?" Sienna asks, uncharacteristically coldly. "Do you think they'll accept this? Or do you think they'll try and keep you apart?"

"Our parents want what makes us happy." I interject, not liking the direction this conversation is going. "They might take some time getting used to it, but they'll... They'll be happy for us."

Sienna, now fully clothed, puts her hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay, you know them best, I'm not trying to stir shit." She replies. "But, you know, if you had any concerns... If any part of you really doesn't know how they'll react, and you two really do love each other... There's an out I can offer."

Poppy and I look at each other, unsure what our cousin is getting at. "What exactly are you getting at?" I ask, suspicious of this offer.

"I'm... Going to be leaving before the funeral, work stuff came up, it can't be avoided. I'll be heading to the States for a year, got a place the agency is putting me up in." She explained, a lot more seriously than I've ever heard her speak. "I've got room. Come with me. Come with me and you can stay while your parents get used to the idea."

The words cause my stomach to drop, and Poppy to gasp. Just leave? No goodbye, nothing? Just run away together? Could we really do that? Could it be that easy?

"Come with me, and you can be together."