I was bolted out of sleep when something wet fell on to my face. "Come on, sleepy-head, wake-up!" Julie giggled. "I showered over forty-five minutes ago, but you've been out like a light! I'm heading inside for breakfast, and if you don't hurry I'll go out of my way to make sure there's nothing left for you." I pulled her wet bath towel off my face just in time to catch a glimpse of Julie scampering downstairs, presumably to head inside for whatever breakfast Grandma had prepared for us.
Grateful to have some alone time, I walked into the bathroom and shed my clothes, turning the shower on full blast. The activities from last night raced through my mind and I still couldn't imagine I had made out with my cousin. Hell, if she wasn't my cousin I would have gone a lot further than making out, but being related to her was making everything more complicated. As I continued to bathe and think about last night my dick began to swell up, but I didn't have time to jack off if I was going to have anything for breakfast. I finished up and dried off, ignoring the raging hard-on between my legs. After toweling off I pulled on fresh clothes and hurried to the main house to grab some food.
True to her word, Julie had helped herself and then fed the leftover sausage to the dog. She stuck her tongue out at me as I walked in and held out the last sausage link, making the Labrador's tail run at fifty miles an hour as it scarfed it down. "You snooze you lose, cuz," Julie teased, then walked through the door into the living room. Even though I was upset and starving I didn't want to push my luck any further; I grabbed a packet of Pop Tarts and sat at the table.
After sitting through an hour of boring conversation and Julie constantly teasing me I decided I had had enough and needed to go for a run, so I headed out the front door and took off. There was fresh snow on the ground and it was bone-chilling outside, but I just needed time to think so the cold wasn't the slightest concern. Of course my day got worse when some moron driving by sprayed me with snow, sleet, and salty water from the road--I was soaked and freezing. Shivering I rushed back and headed right to the garage so I could change into something dry.
I stripped off my clothes and climbed into the shower and just let the hot water run over me, trying to warm up. While trying to get my body temperature back to a somewhat normal level I worked on washing the sludge off my body. After a few minutes I was warm and clean, so I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower to dry off. While running the towel through my hair I headed back into the living area to get dressed and noticed Julie's laptop sitting out. I realized the transmitter had kicked on, so I figured I might as well check my e-mail and plopped down in front of the laptop.
When I clicked off the screen-saver I didn't find myself staring at some unicorn desktop background, but a porn site, specifically one geared toward girls being dominated. This site has page after page of women handcuffed, chained, blindfolded, and gagged. The girls were defiled in every way imaginable, with dildoes and vibrators forced into every hole and sheets of cum covering the strained bodies. I realized that despite her good girl image, my cousin had a dirty little fetish. I decided I'd have to use that new found knowledge of her to embarrass her that evening and closed the window, but what I saw next was even more shocking.
Julie was apparently a writer and working on a story about a young girl heading off to college on her own, but ran into one sexual mishap after another. She went into elaborate detail about how this poor girl (who just happened to be named Julie as well) was dominated, controlled, and violated in every way imaginable. The more I read the harder I got and I think I doubled in hardness when I reminded myself that my innocent cousin was the author of this depraved work. Since she was writing using Google Docs I used her GMail account to forward myself a copy of her story, knowing that she'd never be able to deny the origin (bless Google and their data retention).
As I was about to sign out of her e-mail I found one last gem waiting for me. Julie had sent a friend from her junior college a letter describing making out with me last night and revealed that she loved it. Apparently she had only planned on a quick kiss to shock me, but after she started she didn't know how to stop. The teasing this morning had even been a rouse designed to get me out of the house so Julie could run back up here and finger herself silly!
I forwarded the e-mail to myself and finished getting dressed. I knew I had Julie over a barrel, but I hadn't figured out exactly how I was going to deal with her just yet. I smiled to myself and went back inside the house, content that I'd think of something when the time was right.
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The ladies again prepared an incredible dinner, and this time Julie didn't have a chance to keep me from eating. She did spend the entire meal teasing me and trying to get under my skin, but with the new knowledge I had on her nothing was going to bother me tonight. Even though I'm not much of a drinker, I decided to indulge a bit (mostly to calm my nerves when I confronted my cousin later). After finishing the meal, I excused myself and went back to the loft to wait for Julie.
She came up about 20 minutes later to find me laying on my mattress, already changed for bed. "Geez, Bill. You only had a beer and a little bit of champaign and you're already exhausted?"
"Look, Jules, I don't know what your problem is. You've been a total bitch to me all day for no reason at all."
She glared at me. "You shoved your tongue in my mouth last night, Bill. That's not exactly something most cousins do together."
I returned her glare. "Maybe, but most girls don't write erotic stories about being used by every male they come across. Or enjoy porn about women being used as nothing more than cheap sex objects. Or sneak up here to masturbate because they made out with their cousin."
The color drained from her face, and for the first time I saw my cousin vulnerable. "Bill, how did you--"