Shooting His Shot With His Cousin

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Every basketball player knows the feeling. When you see

that

person in the stands, your dribble turns silky and your jump shot can't miss. You become prime Jordan, armed with all the confidence in the world.

And so there she was, sitting in the fifth row. Even in this arena full of zany undergrads, Belle stood out, my cousin's aura undeniable.

When her eyes met mine, she flashed me that million-dollar smile, the one that could melt the cartilage in men's knees. I took her smile as a sign, the cue I needed to put on a show for her.

It was the dying minutes of the second half, and I didn't care that my team was already up 20 points. Ball in my hand, I whizzed past my defender, crossed over another, then turbocharged toward the rim and leapt off two feet!

"Holy moly!" the arena commentator shouted. "What a dunk by #24! Folks, Danny Adelson just brought the house down with that windmill slam!"

I looked down at my palms and knew they would ache red after the game. Whatever, that dunk was fucking worth it! And the cheers from the student section were justifying my decision.

I glanced at Belle, seeking her reaction. She had her arms to the sky, hopping in place, her bouncing chest my reward for my showmanship.

"Woooo! Go Danny!" she shouted, and I faintly made out her voice amongst the masses.

Oww, what the fuck?!

A sharp pain on my spine got me to spin around. Our rival team's best player, Troy Thomas, was staring menacingly at me. Did this asshole just seriously elbow me in my back?!

I stepped up to confront him, anger rising like the Hulk. "The fuck's your deal?"

"Showboating bitch!" Troy said. "Your team's up 20. No need for dunks like that!"

"Fuck off! I'll dunk whenever I want!"

"You think you're tough, Adelson? Just 'cause you put up numbers tonight. Outside these lines, you wouldn't do shit to my face, you fucking pussy."

"What'd you call me?!"

"You heard me, pussy!" he said, taunting. "Go ahead, take a swing, tough guy!"

I cocked a closed fist, ready to draw blood as red as this fucker's jersey. Then I felt an army of arms pulling me back. Realized my teammates were trying to keep me from racking up a battery charge.

The referees' loud whistles stopped play to squash matters, and Troy-dickhead-Thomas and I were steered toward our teams' respective benches.

"Adelson, what the hell!" my coach said to me, a reprimanding tone. "The game's basically decided. You didn't have to showboat like that!"

"Coach, I'm just playing basketball here! He's the one who elbowed me!" I argued.

"He was baiting you, Danny. You're not a freshman anymore, you know better." My coach let out a long sigh. "Hit the bench, kid. Your night's done."

I threw my arms up in the air, feeling like I was the victim here. I turned toward the stands, curious to see what Belle was making of this bullshit. Even from fifty feet away, I saw her look of dismay, as if the scuffle was my fault.

[1]

slice of college life.

Minutes later, when the final whistle sounded, my team obviously came out the victor.

I sought Belle's seat but saw it was... empty? Wait, had she already left? I would've expected her to at least catch up with me before dipping out. Confused, I traipsed into the locker room with my teammates, wondering if I'd hallucinated my older cousin tonight...

Hallucinations, fantasies, mirages--they wouldn't be out of the question when it came to how I saw Belle. She was a handful of years older, the only daughter of my dad's brother. To me, my cousin was the living embodiment of a wet dream. And since she modeled swimsuits for a living, it was fitting that she had my dick dreaming of one day swimming inside her.

What did it matter that we were related? I was a perpetually horny student-athlete and Belle ticked all my boxes: Creamy curves, tall slim body, long flowing blonde hair. The fact that I didn't think she looked much like me made it that much easier to detach from the taboo of it all.

If anything, I blamed Belle for my infatuation with her. Years ago, during a beach outing with the extended family, she'd saved my ass from drowning in a riptide. I'd swallowed so much saltwater when she'd dragged me out and brought me ashore. There, she gave me mouth-to-mouth, and I coughed myself back to consciousness to see her staring at me.

That seminal moment forever changed how I saw her. They say you never forget your first kiss... Mine just so happened to be with my cousin.

***

With the game over, I left the university arena to make the walk back to my dorm. My phone started ringing and I paused my feet when I saw the name. I cracked both sides of my neck, then eagerly brought my phone to my ear.

"Well, well, well," I said. "Look who's decided to finally say hi. Sup Belle?"

"Hi Danny!" Belle said. "You were awesome tonight!"

"Why thank you, Cuz. I aim to entertain."

"Well, minus that part where you lost your temper," she said.

"Bleh, not you too!" I said lightheartedly. "He provoked

me

, Belle."

"Remind me to share some meditation techniques next time I see you."

"Next time? Hold on, Belle, you didn't even tell me

this

time you were coming. I had no clue you'd be in attendance!"

"It was so last minute!" she said. "My best friend Vi wanted to go out. Then I remembered you'd texted me that one time, when I was in New York, about going to one of your games."

"Wait, so you're saying you only came to watch me because of your friend? How convenient..."

"Uhhh, okay?" She chuckled. "Are you trying to guilt me right now?"

Hell yeah, I was trying to guilt her!

Trying to do

more

with Belle, actually, if I shot my shot right. In this moment, I wanted to put the full-court press on her, see how she'd react...

"Y'know," I said, "I would've thought my cool model cousin would've come to watch me 'cause she loves and supports me. Dude, you didn't even stay afterward to say hi..."

"Sorry! Rude, I know! My bestie was driving and wanted to beat the traffic."

"Sounds like you owe me a real visit then," I said. "You free this week? Let me take you out. Show you a good time."

Silence hovered over the line. And I sensed my cousin was maybe doing some math in her head, seeing if I slotted smoothly into her busy calendar.

"Come on, Belle," I said, pressing further. "We haven't seen each other since I started college last year.

And

we're living in the same city too! There's no excuse, Cuz. You're the older, wiser one. You should be the one taking

me

out."

"Wow Danny, you're making me out to be the worst," she said, chiding me. "Did you forget I'm a working model that travels a lot?"

I scoffed. "Okay globetrotter, where ya traveling

this

week?"

"Ummm," she said, slower than a snail to respond. "...Guess I've got no work trips at the moment."

"Hah! Then it's settled!" I said. "Tomorrow, we'll get dinner. Then I'll give you a tour of my dorm. It's pretty awesome the space they set student-athletes up with." I casually planted the seed, masking any innuendo with a friendly tone.

There was more silence on the line. Jesus, what more did Belle have to consider?

"Hmm, hear me out," she said. "I've always wondered what it'd be like going to college, y'know, if I hadn't gone straight into modeling. My dad really wanted me to go too..."

She took a beat to gather her words, and I waited patiently for the verdict.

"Okay, yeah, sure, let's do it!" she said. "I'll visit you, Danny. But I want a slice of that college life."

"What's that even mean, Belle? You wanna come with me to my classes?"

"Yes, obviously! That'd be part of it!"

I took a moment to let things sink in. Belle was agreeing to actually visit me. She hadn't exactly agreed to my dinner date proposal, but whatever, I wasn't going to whine here.

"Sure, why not, Cuz," I replied. "You can come with me to class. Maybe you can write my paper for me too. A bikini model typing away in a Word doc? Can't be any worse than what I'd produce."

She giggled. "Hey dummy! I'll have you know I was a decent high school student!"

"So you free to play 'college' tomorrow? I got a morning class you can join me for."

"Perfect, see you on campus!" Belle said. "Text me the details."

[2]

intro to geography.

The next day, I woke up early with a thick slab of morning wood and masturbation on my mind.

I figured that relieving myself now would help temper my raging hormones when I'd see Belle later. So, for this special self-pleasure session, I turned to my cousin's social media for prime jerk-off material.

On my phone, I pulled up a sizzling bikini photo of Belle that showcased those tasty thighs of hers, her flat stomach, her grope-worthy boobs, all splayed out on some sunny beach in Thailand.

Hand greased and cock stiff, I went to town on myself in the comforts of my private dorm. I was fast and efficient, if only because being a student-athlete meant operating on a tight schedule.

It only took me three minutes to splash cum on my abs before I reached for my bedside roll of toilet paper.

As I cleaned myself, I drooled over the possibility of bringing Belle back to my bedroom tonight. Could I really pull off seducing my cousin? That'd be a lofty goal! How could I get her to actually say yes?

I didn't exactly have a game plan laid out. But like in basketball, sometimes one has to let the game come to them, then adapt to its rhythms...

***

To start my day, I trekked toward the social sciences lecture hall in my blue track pants and matching zip jacket. Per usual, I got the familiar stares from my fellow students, either because they recognized me from the basketball team, or because I was a 6'7" lean-muscled giant.

"Hey Adelson!" a female voice shouted.

I turned my head and immediately recognized Belle, that familiar million-dollar smile. I walked over to her with swagger in my step.

"Sup Adelson," I said, dishing our surname back at her. "I see you found the lecture hall. You can read a map. Well done, Cuz."

She rolled her eyes. "Good morning to you too." She tiptoed to hug me, and I took the liberty to lift her inches off the ground, squeezed her to feel her body on mine, before setting her down.

"I swear, Danny," she said, looking up at me, "every time I see you, you're another inch taller."

"I'm all grown, Belle. Lapped you in height years ago, pal."

"Okay Frankenstein, tell me what you think, do I blend in as a student?" Belle pirouetted on her toes, modeling her red sweater and gray leggings. Her pink backpack too.

I laughed out loud. "First of all, you're wearing red, our rival school's color. You need some blue on you, Cuz. Your second mistake is that disastrous backpack you've got on. Why's it so pink? Feels like it's just missing unicorn print and Disney princesses."

"You jerk," she said. "This was my old backpack from high school. It has sentimental value."

"If you say so. I would've thought it was from when you were in kindergarten."

Belle took a beat to size me up, arms folded across her chest. "It's funny, I don't remember Little Danny being so...

feisty

with me. College must've added an edge. You do this whole schtick with the ladies?"

"Mind your business, Belle. That's between me and sorority row, namely Becky, or Anna. Carolyn. Jessica. Cynthia. Oh, and Stacy too."

"Wow... You really just did that." She shook her head with a smile. "Okay Danny. Not my little cousin anymore. Noted."

I stepped closer to her, craned my chin down. "Like I said, Belle... All grown now."

Belle met my eye contact and I ensnared her in an unsolicited staring contest. Five charged seconds later, she broke first by grinning, then diverted her eyes toward the lecture hall.

"Sooo, are we going to this class or not?" she asked.

I slapped her butt like a coach would to his player. "Yep, let's head in. Welcome to college, Adelson."

***

Inside the large lecture hall, seats were quickly filling up. I tried steering Belle toward the back row but she resisted and pulled me with her toward the front.

Settled in our seats, Belle tapped my leg. "So what class is this?"

"Intro to something-geography," I said.

"Got it." She zipped open her pink backpack and pulled out a notebook and pen, which made me burst into laughter.

"Are you serious, Belle? You don't have to take actual notes. You're not even--"

"Shush!" she whispered. "Lecture's starting. Don't distract me."

I swiped her pen to tease her and she quickly swiped it back. Then she gave me the

shhh!

finger.

All I could do was smile amusedly. My cousin's commitment to the student bit was going to make this geography class way more interesting.

The professor started speaking and I'd already zoned out. To be honest, the only geography I wanted to learn was my cousin's naked body. Mmm, I could map Belle's curves all day. Slide my south pole inside her tight longitude...

[3]

sense of community.

After my lone class for the day, I gave Belle a tour of the university center: the general hub for textbooks and campus services. She immediately gravitated to the student store, wanting to drown herself in the racks of licensed apparel.

"Danny, come here! Opinion please." She held up a blue sweater with my school's initials embroidered across the front. "Should I buy this?"

"Do it. Beats that red sweater of yours. And hey, considering your day job, this beachy piece might also be up your alley." I handed her a hanger holding a blue bikini set with my school's logo printed on one of the cups.

"Ooo! Cute! I'm getting that too!"

"The bikini's on me," I said. "My gift to you, Cuz."

"What? Danny, you don't have to do that."

Of course I did!

Buying Belle something this skimpy would be a privilege. She'd hopefully take a mirror photo of herself wearing it, then post it to her social media. When that day came, I'd be ready with the photo on my phone in one hand, my lotioned cock in the other.

I did my best to hide a perverted smile. "Belle, the gift's a small token of my appreciation. Thanks for visiting me, Cuz."

"Aw, you've got a sweet side after all. Thanks Danny. I appreciate you." She tiptoed up to kiss my cheek, a gesture of affection that swelled my lust and--to my surprise--my heart?

***

We exited the student store with my cousin eager to blend in with the populace. She'd buried her red sweater in her backpack in favor of the blue one she'd just bought.

As we strolled along the campus promenade, a female voice shouted at us, "Hey! Excuse me!"

We walked over to a skinny brunette with a lot of eye makeup, sporting Greek letters on her sweatshirt.

"You're Danny Adelson, right? Basketball team," the stranger said to me.

"That'd be me. How can I help you?"

"You can introduce me to your friend here." She looked at Belle. "Hi, I'm Candy. Haven't seen your pretty face on campus before. What's your name?"

"Belle. Nice to meet you."

"I just had to stop you, Belle," Candy said. "You're stunning. Can I ask what sorority you're in?"

The question seemed to fluster Belle, so I quickly stepped in. "She isn't part of one at the moment," I said.

My cousin shot me a confused look and I widened my eyes to tell her to just roll with the improv.

"Whatcha majoring in, honey?" Candy asked.

"Um... Engineering," Belle said sincerely, which got me to snort.

"Ambitious, I love it!" Candy said. "Anyway, if you're not tied, I think you'd make a great addition to Kappa. Our sorority is the best on campus. You interested?"

"You really think I'd fit in?" Belle asked.

"Honey, you'd more than fit in! And before you start getting the wrong idea about us, we don't just accept girls with model looks, nor do we just party all year. Kappa does great volunteer work. Every one of the girls is like a sibling to me. It's a true sisterhood."

"I don't have a sister," Belle said.

"You'll have fifty with us," Candy replied, a friendly smile.

Observing Belle's demeanor, she looked genuinely taken by Candy's words.

I tried to put myself in my cousin's shoes. Realized it must be pretty isolating for a model like her, traveling from one city to the next, job to job, never really feeling rooted to a community.

For Belle, I guess her fellow models were her peers. But were they genuine friendships? Or were they more cutthroat rivals, all vying for the same work? These questions didn't seem like easy things for any young adult to navigate.

Putting aside my horny desires for a second, I felt sudden sympathy for my cousin. As flashy and exciting as her life seemed, perhaps it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Definitely felt more complex than the one I was living.

"Thanks for the kind invite," Belle said to Candy. "I'll have to politely decline. Life's taken me down another path. I'm sorry."

"Aw, honey, no need to apologize." Candy reached out to give Belle a hug, one that I think my cousin, deep down, really appreciated.

Belle and I continued along the promenade in silence.

I nudged her. "You okay, Cuz? You seem... sad?"

"...Yeah, maybe, I dunno," she said pensively. "I think I'm just feeling kinda... left out?"

[4]

show of gratitude.

Belle and I enjoyed lunch at a campus food court, where we had the chance to catch up on all things life.

I asked her about her modeling career and she said it couldn't have been going any better success-wise. At the same time, she admitted it could get pretty lonely, always traveling solo, having to live out of a suitcase. She confessed that sometimes, it felt like she'd grown up too fast, after having thrust herself into the working world straight out of high school.

To lighten the convo, I brought up some old family memories, specifically the one where Belle had given me mouth-to-mouth on that potentially life-ending beach day. I joked with her that she was technically my first kiss. Then I piled on, saying her technique was pretty poor and could've used more tongue, which got her to laugh and kick me under the table.

***

After we'd digested lunch, the next stop on the agenda was the athletic complex on campus.

I needed to get my recovery routine done, do a light workout to maintain my conditioning for my next game. I told Belle that while I did my thing, she could explore the complex herself, get her own workout in if she wanted.

As Belle and I approached the building entrance, she stopped me.

"Wait, how exactly am I getting inside?" she asked. "I'm not an athlete, let alone a student."

"Of course you're one of us!" I said warmly. "You're an honorary. Just look at you in your blue sweater. Plus, you're Kappa girl material."

She smiled. "Before you snort again, I really could've been an engineer, y'know. I would've put my heart in it, 100%."

"I know, I believe it," I said unironically. "You'd be the hottest engineer making bridges or bombs or whatever you'd do."

She laughed. "You're so dumb."

"Now watch how I

engineer

a way to get you into the athletic complex. Shall we head in?" I started walking toward the entrance, but I felt a grapple on my wrist.

"Danny," she said softly.

I turned around, curious the hold up. Belle had her lips tucked, her blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

"Thanks," she said.

"For what?" I asked.

She stared at me, freely taking her time. Then she slapped my butt. "Okay, let's head in, Adelson. I love me a good workout."

***

Inside the athletic complex, Belle and I split up and agreed to meet later. She went off to do her own workout while I got some jump shot reps in.