A WORD ON THIS EXPERIENCE
So a little bit of background on this series.
I“ve been a Literotica reader since my teenage years, so more than 20 years. It had been a long-time dream of mine to be able to write something coherent. A novel. I even got into Nanowrimo a couple of years ago but wasn't able to finish (on multiple years). The excuse was the children (those who have the privilege, understand). It never occurred to me to write here, I didn't even have an account. Then the Pandemic hit and everything changed. I started reading a lot more. No, not just Literotica. But definitely more than usual. I encountered some very good, stories and some very bad. Some were very poorly written but were fun. Some very well-written but boring. And every once in a while, I stumbled upon one that was special. This was a story by Dray, I liked it so much that I even contacted him and he was kind enough to reply and offer support. Thank you Dray26. Go check out his stories by the way.
I started wondering if I could write something decent, and that thought started brewing in my mind. Then I stumbled onto Brandon Sanderson“s lectures on YouTube and I was hooked. I swallowed his content. So why not? I decided to write for me, not to take myself too seriously. Just have fun, like going to play basketball with friends, no one would expect me to be drafted into the NBA. Just write for fun. This message reframed my belief system and my own expectations. So that's why I decided to start with this series. But then again, excuses happened and I let the story draft sit idle for a couple of years until a few months ago when I felt I needed to finish it. Some pieces in my life opened up some time and here we are. Those of you who were kind enough to leave comments, positive and negative, thank you, All were taken into consideration in writing this final chapter in Trent and Cindy“s journey. You were right they needed a better sendoff and there were many plot holes that needed to be closed. I hope to have achieved this, so enjoy, and now:
THE DISCLAIMER
This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons living or dead are coincidental. All persons depicted in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age and consenting adults. This story involves incest between cousins. If that's not your thing, then you should stop reading now. Otherwise, enjoy yourself.
Again, I would like to give my deepest thanks to Dray26 for the input, kind words, and encouragement on my debut in fiction writing. Much appreciated.
This is the third fourth and final of a three-part part of a fun series. This is not a stand-alone story, you will need to read parts 1, 2, and 3 to be able to follow the storyline. This is a full story that I sliced into 3 parts once it was done for your reading convenience. But then I decided to write a fourth and final-final chapter. I hope you like it.
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THE NEXT DAY
"Good morning sunshine!" Trent sang as he opened up the curtains to let the Caribbean sun blast through.
"Oh my God! I'm exhausted, I want to sleep for a week!" Cindy had an awful couple of days of emotional drain, and as good as the makeup sex had been, her energy levels were still running low.
"Come on my muse, my inspiration, get up, breakfast is waiting!"
"Hey Peppy, what's gotten into you... And where is my perv??"
"This morning everything feels different, it is different!! I want to conquer the world, I“ve never felt like this, and it is all thanks to you, my love."
"I mean, I loved the sex too but... I want to sleep another 48 to 72 hours... please?"
"Nope, wake up, there is lots to do, a lot of planning. A reception, decorations, a cake, and a minister willing to work on such short notice."
"What?! Who“s ... whom... when? What are you not telling me?" Cindy asked as she sat up on the bed. The bed sheet slid off of her, revealing her beautiful recently mauled breasts.
"Oh! right, I'm missing the crucial part. I've got to go, but I'll be back shortly," Trent said as he was quickly leaving the room.
"Wait... Trent... Where are you going?"
"Sleep some more. I'll be back this afternoon. Sleep all you want," he yelled as he briskly walked down the hallway to his parent's car and left.
Cindy got up, put on one of Trent“s shirts, laid back down again, and snuggled a pillow. Trent“s scent was rich in the T-shirt, which relaxed her and helped her to fall asleep again. Waking up at noon she realized she was being rude to the hosts and she was starving.
Getting up, she now realized her stupidity in not packing anything useful in her backpack. She brought her laptop and a few cosmetics. No bathing suit, no change of clothes. Just the stuff that was already in there and some dirty laundry from her last dance session. So she put on some of Trent“s shorts to venture downstairs.
"Good morning, Cindy." Aunt Meg greeted her with a smile as she got up from the couch where she was reading a novel. She gave her a big hug.
"Hi Aunt Meg, Where is everyone?"
"Uncle Harold went to the store a few blocks away and Trent, well - beats me? When we got up he had gone with the car. I thought you would know. He didn't take his phone. Actually, its been off since he got here. Are you kids alright? We got a little preoccupied last night with all the ruckus upstairs but decided otherwise." Aunt Meg winked at her as she mentioned it.
Cindy blushed furiously and started apologizing.
"Oh God no!! Don“t worry about it as long as you kids are alright. Are you alright?"
"Yes!" She blurted out, still embarrassed.
"I“m glad, I“m glad kiddo," she said as she walked to the kitchen, before continuing, "Then you must be starving."
"Yes!" She blurted again.
Aunt Meg took out her plate from the microwave after warming it again.
"So how much talking did you kids manage last night?"
"Not much really. Why? Is there something I need to know? Are you guys having a party or something? Am I intruding?"
"No, God no Cin!"
"It“s just... There were some revelations yesterday, but I'm sure you`ll get to them soon enough. I“ve probably said too much already, and I think that“s something you should discuss in private with Trent."
"You are scaring me, Aunt Meg," Cindy said as she stopped eating.
"Nothing to worry about darling. Eat-eat!"
"Ok," Cindy replied and started eating. "Aunt Meg, I have a problem... When I left New York in a rush I wasn“t thinking straight so I didn“t pack anything useful..."
"Oh! I see, I would lend you something but as you can see I've been enjoying paradise too much. Everything I own is plus-size, but it“s a great opportunity for us girls to do some shopping, finally! Your Uncle Harold isn“t the best shopping partner - let me tell you. So leave your plate as it is, and let's go to the mall and do brunch. I'll leave a note for Harold and call a taxi."
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Meg and Cindy hopped in a cab and went to Cancun“s resort area where Plaza la Isla was located.
After some shopping they sat to eat brunch. Cindy was surprised that she was still starving and tired. A fresh drink and a sandwich were very welcome.
"I don't want to be nosy but I'm just dying to know what happened. How did it all get started?"
"Well, I've always had a crush on Trent"
"Yep, that I did know!"
"Really, was I that obvious?"
"You were a kid, honey! To us grown-ups, you were as subtle as eating nachos at the movies."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"The sudden makeup, the staring, the jiggling, that“s when I first noticed my son was `different“. Now psychologists call it `the spectrum“. Anyway, go on honey."
"Well, I also thought it was a girly crush even though I kept thinking about him every now and then during the years, but it started fading in time. Dancing kept me busy."