Twenty Minutes Later

Twenty minutes later, you have both given each other a brief recap of your days, you vegging in front of the television for a good part of yours, her finishing up her work early and requesting to take the rest of the day off. The conversation quickly turns to memory land, while both of you talk about how much fun both of you had the last few times you've had a chance to see each other.

"And we were watching that corny sci-fi movie at your mom's place," You say through your grin, "And you feel asleep, your head falling in my lap and you drooled all over me!"

Chloe laughs, color creeping into her cheeks.

"God, I beat off to the memory of your face so close to my cock for weeks."

When both of your laughter fades, Chloe leans toward you, her face mere inches from your own, "Want to know a secret?"

Assuming she is changing the subject, you grin, "Sure."

"I wasn't asleep," Chloe says sheepishly, "I just wanted to rub my face all over your cock."

Your mouth falls open in shock, though it looses much of its effect as you laugh, "You pervert!"

"Now I'm a pervert? You just admitted that you beat off to the memory for weeks, you should be thanking me for the memory!"

Both of you fall into laughter.

After a couple of minutes, Chloe takes a deep breath, "I've missed getting to spend time with you. Too much work and not enough play," She grins, "You've always been my favorite cousin."

Reaching out, you hug her tightly, "I've missed spending time with you too," You admit.

"Does that mean you'll let me fuck you pregnant?" She asks suddenly with a mischievous grin.

"Say WHAT?!?" You blurt in sudden shock.

Chloe giggles at your reaction, "Oh, come on," She says, clearly amused, "We've got you on the pill, what's the harm in a little roleplay?"

Before you can respond however, there's a firm knock at the door of the apartment.