The setting and events concerning the flood are true. It was a tragic event that struck our community. The sexual encounters are fictionalized. Why not have a little fun even when life is tough?
This is chapter 2. While it can be read as a stand-alone, I recommend reading number 1 first!
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The morning brought unexpected sunlight. The flooding that took place last night seemed to be over, at least from where I sat, still rubbing sleep from my eyes. I was alone in the loft bedroom at my mother's house. My aunt and two cousins had come over yesterday as their road had been washed out. I had slept on the bottom bunk, Cara on the top, and Brad on the sleeping bag beside me.
That's when the memory popped up in my head. I remembered listening to him masturbate and then... did I? I felt a shudder of shame convulse as I recalled what exactly I had done the night before. I had asked him to cum in my mouth. I had even gotten off on it. Part of me felt a deep shame; how could I do this with my cousin? But part of me was still aroused. He's probably going home today. And it was fun. No harm, no foul, right?
I shook off the memory and wandered downstairs to see where everyone else had gone. My mom and Aunt Kathy were laughing in the dining room. They had a french press that looked like it hadn't seen the light of day in decades. Without power, they were trying to find another means to get their coffee fix.
"Morning! Where did my cousins go?" I asked, trying to sound lighthearted.
Kathy waved her hand dismissively, not looking away from the press. "Outside. Cara is on the phone with her boyfriend and Brad... he went somewhere..." She trailed off and quickly picked up her conversation with my mom.
I wanted to head outside but I did a quick assessment of myself and realized I couldn't be seen in the light of day wearing this tight, short nightgown. I went back to the old bedroom where I had some things stored. Most of the stuff was from my high school days. I found another pair of athletic shorts and a crop top. My breasts were now much bigger than they had been in high school but I'd managed to maintain my waist size so I looked ok, I thought as I checked myself out in the mirror.
He's your cousin!! Screamed a voice inside my head. I felt a twinge of embarrassment at my own foolish reflection. It was like I was checking out my outfit to wear on a date. I gave one last push-up of my C-cup tits before I walked outside, just in case.
Cara was in her mom's car. It was running and she was charging her phone while she talked on it. I tapped on the window. She was crying and it sounded like she and her boyfriend were arguing. I didn't want to interrupt, and frankly I didn't care what was wrong with her. There was only one thing on my mind. I really wanted to see Brad. I wondered if he would play it cool, like nothing happened the night before. Or would he secretly pursue me more now that I had his dick in my mouth for the second time in our lives.
Cara pointed down the street then resumed her argument. It sounded like she was trying to convince her boyfriend to pick her up despite the "no travel" advisory. Most of the roads leading to this development were flooded out. In fact, that's where I found Brad. He was standing at the intersection, looking across the highway to the reservoir.
"That's going to burst" he said, without even looking over his shoulder at me. I thought up a joke about how he burst last night but I caught his eye and he was very serious. "We're going to have to relocate" he said. "This place is going to be an island in an hour or two. Jess's house won't flood but there won't be any way in or out of here when that dam breaks."
We walked back up the road and warned the others. Cara was still upset about something but she and the mothers decided to go look at the reservoir for themselves. Brad was working on connecting a small propane tank to a camp stove. When I realized we were alone, I felt embarrassed the way a middle schooler feels around their crush. Brad was wearing a tight black wife beater this morning. I could see his tattoo clearly. It was a Celtic cross outlined in barbed wire.
I tried to catch myself but I made a small sound while trying to stifle a laugh. He looked up quickly. I don't think he heard me behind him.
"What?" He asked earnestly, his mouth turning into the slightest bit of a smile.
"Nothing, nothing" I muttered shyly.
"If it's about last night..." he broke eye contact and blushed.
