Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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John sat back and relaxed for a few moments on the couch. It had been an exhausting day with 20 of his wife's relatives over, but everyone seemed to have a great time. As the party was winding down, only John, his wife, Becca, and her two cousins remained.
The three girls were talking about music or movies or something as John scrolled through several recorded basketball games. He had little interest in what they were discussing but occasionally looked over at them. After a few glances in their direction, he noticed something, the youngest cousin, Betty, was meeting his glance every single time. If he didn't know any better, he would swear she was checking him out.
Betty was the youngest by several years. At 28, Betty was a decade younger than both John and Becca, and it showed. Betty was a knockout. She was a brunette who regularly worked out. Fit with curves in all the right places. John often wondered whether his wife's cousin had a better ass or tits, a hard question considering he knew he shouldn't stare too long with so much family always around.
John also wondered how it was possible that this fine woman was still a virgin. In a not-so-infrequent moment of oversharing, Becca had told John several months earlier about Betty's issues finding a man. She even shared with John that Betty's desires were so strong she was masturbating at least twice per day. Had Betty only lived closer, Becca would have tried to fix her up with a couple of her male colleagues.
This wasn't an issue for Betty's sister, Roberta, who was fast approaching her one year anniversary with her husband. As Becca had recently joked with John before the party, he shouldn't get in the way of the two of them since they fuck like bunnies. On one hand, John enjoyed the gossip but on the other hand, John knew his wife regularly overshared with her friends, family, coworkers, and really, anyone who would listen. In addition, his wife's libido had basically dried up, so despite having an incredible appetite, there was little sex to be had in John's house, and he was certain everyone knew.
"...maybe you just need a good fuck!" that sentence made John perk up. He knew his wife was probably talking to Betty and probably a bit too loudly. Looking away from the tv again, he locked eyes with Betty. He expected her to look away after that comment but she smiled, laughed a little, and brushed her hair back from her shoulder. John smiled back, nothing wrong with a little harmless flirting.
John returned to watching an interesting 2nd quarter of a Big 10 matchup when his wife interrupted.
"Roberta and I are going to go catch a late movie, would you like to come?" Becca had changed out of her party dress and into a t-shirt and jeans.
"No, I think I'll stay here, watch a bit more of the game, clean up, and maybe head to bed early." John explained as his wife was already turning for the door.
"Good, we're running late anyway. You can keep Betty company. Don't wait up!" John knew that last line meant he wasn't likely to see his wife for quite a few hours. She and her cousins liked to stay out late, have a few drinks, and pretend like they were back in high school.
The door slammed shut just as Michigan hit a three pointer at the buzzer to take the lead at the half. John reluctantly got up off the couch and made his way to the kitchen to clean up. He was only partly into loading a large stack of dirty plates into the dishwasher when he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.
