His Cousin

When Kentaro turned, he found himself facing his cousin. She had come to help with the preparations for the Obon Festival and had been working outside with his stepmother. As Kentaro turned to see her, she looked different to him and despite the look of concern on her face, he saw something sensual about her, as if she was sexually tease him. She had always been trying to sexually tease him.

He looked at her and realized just how much she flaunted her body; from the high level of her skirts to the lower cuts of her shirts, she was constantly asking him to look at her. He didn’t know why he hadn’t noticed until now, but in that moment, he knew that she had been trying to get him to take her, to mount her, to make her his. He heard the voice in his head reaffirm this understanding, telling him he wasn’t crazy for thinking these things, and he tightened his jaw in frustration for having fell for her control over him this whole time.

“Kentaro?” his cousin asked. “There’s something wrong with your eyes…”

“How long were you going to keep teasing me?” he asked her.

She didn’t know how to respond, so he got closer to her.

“It showed me,” he continued. “It showed me the truth.”

“What showed you the truth?” she asked.

Kentaro grabbed the item with the symbol that had finally opened his mind to the reality of everything, the symbol that shined a light on the parts of his mind that had been hidden in the darkness and showed the swirling calligraphy to his cousin. He watched as her eyes widened and her face changed, watching as the realization set into her mind as solidly as it had set into his own. He felt confident in this action and waited for her response.

When she turned to him, there was a different look on her face, something more provocative than the look she’d had moments ago. She cocked a smile at him and he responded in kind, feeling a connection between them that had been there but had been left unspoken for quite some time. Without speaking, Kentaro dropped the trinket onto the tatami floor of the room and moved toward her, not surprised to find that she moved toward him in kind.

Their embrace was tight and passionate, his mouth practically consuming hers. She responded in kind, opening her lips and inviting his tongue into her mouth. They explored the depths of each other, their hands moving rapidly on each other’s bodies as the worked feverishly to remove their clothing, wanting remove all barriers that kept them from being as close as possible to the other. He could not explain the desire, but he wanted nothing more in that moment that to shove his manhood into her.