The Night of the Prom

You adjust your slightly ill-fitting formal shirt and tie as you walk toward the girl's dorms.

The door opens a moment later.

Sarah stands there in a sleek, dark red dress that hugs her curvy figure perfectly. The neckline is low enough to show off a generous amount of her massive cleavage, and the hem stops just above her knees, highlighting her soft, smooth legs. Her dark hair falls loosely over her shoulders, and she’s wearing just a bit more makeup than usual, enough to make her look stunning.

She smiles brightly when she sees you, but there’s that familiar spark of mischief and nervousness in her eyes.

“Hey… you actually came,” she says softly, stepping out and closing the door behind her. She glances both ways down the hallway to make sure no one is watching too closely, then quickly leans in and gives you a quick, secret kiss on the lips.

“You look really handsome, Jack,” she whispers, blushing. “This dress is a little tight… I feel like my tits are gonna pop out any second.”

You can’t help but stare for a moment. The way the fabric strains against her huge breasts is incredibly distracting.

“You look fucking incredible,” you reply, letting your eyes roam over her body. “Ready to go pretend we’re just innocent cousins keeping each other company?”

Sarah lets out a small, embarrassed laugh and lightly slaps your arm.

“Shut up. This is already so weird. If anyone finds out we’re actually… you know…” She trails off. “Mom would literally kill us both,” She mutters.

Despite her words, she hooks her arm through yours as you start walking toward the gym. She stays close, closer than a normal cousin probably would, and you can feel the warmth of her body pressing against your side.

As you walk, she leans in and murmurs, “I’m really glad you’re taking me, though. Even if we have to act normal out there… I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Her fingers give your arm a suggestive squeeze.

The night is only getting started, and the tension between the two of you is already thick, the secret thrill of pretending to be nothing more than family while both knowing exactly what you’ll be doing later.