They continue on

"Kurt..." Heather groaned as her cousin nibbled her neck. His hands roamed like buffalo across the great plains of her dress, eliciting shudders as the silken fabric slid against her skin. "You're... too good at this, cousin."

"Practice," her cousin snorted. Another lick, another nibble, and another hoarse grunt from Heather had Kurt harder than ever before in his life. The mental slaughter between the forces of his higher and lower brains translated into a slow and steady romp through Heather's garden of earthly delights. On some weird level, transmuting the love and respect for his cousin into sexual expression, he felt she deserved this kind of attention. Only the best for his favorite relative.

Some part of Kurt retched at that perversion. She still shared genes with him for fuck's sake, and everything Kurt had ever known told him that he had to reject this. It was a natural response. It had to be, or else humanity would've died out long ago in a sea of congenital defects and depressed IQs. He vaguely remembered Ellen, one of his biology study partners last year, telling him about the Westmarck effect, where people generally find different characteristics in others attractive -- and since Ellen was black, Kurt had immediately used it as a terrible pickup line. Well it worked, he mused on that following night.

Still though, the concept was true, and in spite of it, all Kurt could concentrate on was enjoying the hell out of his cousin right now. The swell of her generous bosom now greeted his vision, and with a polished deftness, her straps came undone, and Kurt started hiking to the top of her nearest mountain.

"You... you, you," Heather stuttered. Kurt snapped a nipple into his mouth and pinched the other. "Oh! Oh you!"

"Yes?" Kurt slobbered, but Heather pressed him back to her chest

"You stop when I tell you to stop," she growled.

Yes, ma'am, Kurt thought happily.

Winds whipped at Heather's consciousness, stripping it away into flying debris. Yes, Kurt was her cousin. Yes, he was committed to being a better person. And yes, he was expertly playing her body like a goddamn clarinet and she was relishing every second of it. One of those observations just didn't belong.

Heather's legs gave way to Kurt's touch, pitching backward which also conveniently thrust her chest further into his face. A strong arm contained her collapse, and started to lower her to the grass.

"No, no," she contested. "Inside. You deserve to ravish me on a bed, Kurt dear."

"Your wish is my command," Kurt said darkly, and Heather soon found herself whisked through the cabin's back door and crashed into Kurt's room. She gasped as she bounced onto the bed, and then Kurt's face was over her own, lascivious and leering. Heather undulated against him, whistling her form across his until she felt exactly how much he really desired her right now.

"I know that look," she remarked, raising a hand to his cheek. He snapped his head to the side and ran his lips across her fingers. "That's what you show to all the girls you're ready to conquer. Another notch in the bedpost. Is that me, Kurt dear?" She inhaled deeply, swelling her chest. "What am I right now for you?"