Wardrobe Aftermath

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I had actually intended the wardrobe story to be a standalone one. But somehow after a while it did feel as if Kiki and Pengu's story deserved a bit more, so here is a follow up.

For those of you who might have stumbled on this one without having read my other wardrobe story first, while it is not required to do so this story might make a bit more sense after reading the other one first.

Well, as far as there is any 'sense' to be found at all in these kinds of fictional stories. Anyway, I hope you all will enjoy hearing a bit from Kiki and Pengu again. But do mind, just like last story, this might very well be the last we ever hear of them.

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As Greg woke up and opened his eyes, he stared, confused, at the light blue wall beside him. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was. When he did he turned over slowly, careful not to wake her, and glanced at Chrissy, still peacefully asleep beside him.

He lay there in silence, watching her--his pretty cousin--and started pondering about what had happened the night before. His eyes traced the soft features of her face, lingering on her full lips, and then wandered to the contours of her naked body, barely concealed under the thin sheets.

He looked at the clock and noticed they had slept in fairly late. It did not surprise him; they had stayed up and been very busy well into the deep night. That initial moment of impulsive passion, sparked while watching provocative scenes on television, early in the evening had escalated into the two of them fully giving in to all of their carnal desires later that night.

As Chrissy started stirring he put his hand under his head and rested on his elbow, watching her slowly wake up. As her eyes opened, showing her multi-colored eyes he smiled at her and whispered "Hi sweety, goodmorning."

Like him, it took her a few seconds to come to her senses and remember why he was next to her in bed. He watched as her face lit up into a pretty smile, and she whispered back, "Hey yourself."

Greg leaned forward and pressed a gentle brief kiss on her soft lips "How are you sweety?" which she allowed. The look on her face changed and she sighed out loud "I feel happy, tired but somehow rested at the same time, satisfied, confused and if I am honest a bit afraid." Greg looked at her and said "yeah, I guess it was quite something last night."

They had not spoken much the entire night, at best there had been some passionate words as they fulfilled each other's needs. Greg knew exactly what she meant with her words and he felt the same. He put a hand on her cheeks and whispered "I need you to know I did not intend this to happen." and as he watched her eyes go wide in wonder he quickly continued "Don't get me wrong, I loved it and am glad it did."

"But it is just, I definitely did not plan for it to happen, I need you to know and understand that, Chrissy."

Her eyes went soft again and the smile reappeared around her lips as she answered "I know Pingu, neither of us planned this."

"If there is anybody to blame, it should be me. I should never have entertained myself in that way when I knew you would be arriving soon. If I had not done so and in a panic stopped when I heard you call out and thrown the thing under the bed for you to stumble on, probably nothing would have happened. But I am also very glad that it did happen and of course I believe that you had no intentions or plans for it to happen. It....well simply did." and she leaned forward and kissed him.

Pulling free from her kiss Greg said "I suppose we both needed this desperately, didn't we?"

Chrissy's face lit up even further "I for one sure did, it was amazing. But I guess we also need to talk about what happened, right? We did a lot of wonderful things last night, but talking was not part of it."

Greg chuckled "Yeah, there was not much need for talk last night was there? We both just went with the flow. But you are right, we do need to talk about what happened."

"So I think it is fair to say we both needed and thoroughly enjoyed each other's company last night. On my part I have no regret whatsoever that it happened, how about you Kiki?"

Chrissy's smile disappeared and the look on her face went thoughtful as she replied "No, no regrets on my side either...at all..." and she went silent.

Greg put a hand under her chin "But I can hear an unspoken but...." as he looked into her eyes "Go on, tell me sweety, you know you can be honest with me."

Kiki looked almost desperate as she continued "I loved every second of it, but what are we supposed to do now? I mean, it is not as if we can do this again ever, it must be a one time thing, right? But how are we supposed to do that, simply continue like it did not happen?"

"I don't know Chrissy, I really don't. I suppose you are right we can't ever do it again. But I also have no idea what to do with this. We both will have to live with what we did without anybody other than us ever knowing I guess."

"Maybe we just should try to be happy that we shared this wonderful time together. That it somehow was meant to be and remember it as the incredibly amazing thing it was. I am sure I will never forget and even though it was never planned I want to thank you for it. I needed it just as much as you did, maybe even more, if such things of desire can be measured."

"I guess both of us will sometimes look at the other in a different way from now on, when we remember what we shared. I think that will be unavoidable, but I do not want this to put any strain on the bond we already have, dear Chrissy. Quite the opposite, I think maybe we should try to remember and cherish it as 'our moment'.

Heck, we can even call it just that 'our moment', put it with all the other fond memories we share and make this night our special private one to remember. If either of us ever mentions it only we will know what it is about. That way we can remember and relive the moment a bit between the two of us without anyone realizing."

Chrissy smiled fondly at her older cousin "You always seem to find the right words to say to me to make me feel better, don't you Greg? Yes, I will look at you in a different way sometimes, having seen that part of you as well. But I am sure nothing will ever drive a wedge between us and I agree last night has made our bond only stronger. I love the idea of 'our moment' as a memory. It is simple but so fitting at the same time."

She smiled at her cousin saying those words agreeing to make it all to be just a one time moment while part of her wanted to climb back on top of him again. Ride his cock and feel him inside her all over again, making her feel good. She wanted it badly, but realized they couldn't, so instead she whispered "I am showering first Pingu, my place, my shower rights."

Knowing that if she stayed in bed with him a second longer or looked at him again she would probably not be able to control herself. So she turned away from him, let the sheets slip from her naked body, stepped out of the bed and without looking back started walking towards the bathroom.

As she walked away Greg drank in the view of his naked cousin's back, her perfectly shaped asscheeks wiggling with every step and he could feel his cock twitch and stiffen. Realizing his words had caused that it would be the last time he would see her like this and very conflicted feelings ran through his mind.

Chrissy was dressed in a tight jeans and cotton sweater when she walked back into the bedroom on bare feet "The shower is all yours now Pingu. I'll go downstairs and prepare us some breakfast. I am starving, so hurry up and don't take forever under the shower!" Greg smiled at her and grunted "Yes ma'm!"

He got out of bed and noticed how Chrissy threw a quick stealthy glance down his naked body before she turned around and left the bedroom. Why did it suddenly feel awkward the way she had clearly checked out his naked flaccid cock? He shook his head, figuring it must have been her way to say goodbye just like he did take that one last look at her ass. He hopped under the shower and suppressed the urge to have a wank. Instead he turned the water colder and hurried up, making it a quick refreshing shower.

As he walked into the kitchen where it already smelled of coffee, bacon and eggs. Chrissy turned around and smiled at him "Hey cuz, just in time, eggs are ready, a bit soft just as you like them, have a seat."

They ate mostly in silence, both of them carefully avoiding talking about what had happened. They would be normal cousins again from now on. Cousins who liked each other a lot and got on great, but nothing more.

After they had finished and Greg had helped her clean the table and get the dishes in the dishwasher he spoke up "I think it is best if I head back to my own place now Kiki. Thanks for breakfast and erm, well everything."

"Yeah you probably should. Thank you for helping me out with my wardrobe Pingu. I appreciate it a lot." and as they looked at each other they knew and understood the words were only metaphors for what they really were saying.

"You know you are always welcome here cuz, right?" Chrissy sighed as she pulled Greg into a gentle hug. Greg wanted to bend her over the kitchen table right there and then and make her his again but instead pressed a gentle kiss on her hair and whispered "I do, and you are always welcome over at my place as well, but I really have to go now. I'll text you." and he pulled free from his cousin before he would lose control and ravish her again.

Chrissy closed the door behind him and pressed her back against it. She was so confused, relieved that he and the temptation he posed to her was gone, but feeling devastated about it at the same time. How on earth was she supposed to go back to a life of abstinence after the experiences from last night.

The days and weeks that followed, they somehow both kept their distance from each other. Only a few random chit-chat texts were exchanged by phone, but 'it' was not mentioned again. Not because they felt bad or guilty about what had happened, but because of how good and natural it had been. In their own way, they both realized that there was a risk it could happen again, even though they had agreed it shouldn't.

Chrissy often lay awake at night, unable to fall asleep, unable to stop herself from thinking it could never happen again, but still, she longed to be held by him again. Greg would see her face pop up in his mind at the most inconvenient times, unable to concentrate on whatever he was doing. But, without discussing it, they both instinctively knew it was too soon for them to see each other again, so they didn't. Until they did.

It had been a bit over two months since Greg had stayed over at her place--the last time they had seen each other, when seemingly out of nowhere, things suddenly escalated and got out of hand between them. During this period, where they avoided each other, Chrissy in particular, came to realize how often she had seen him before and how much she now missed their conversations and his presence.

She had never been so nervous about going to a family party. Since she realized that next Saturday there would be a birthday party at cousin Kevin's, she started wondering if 'he' would be there as well. It was driving her crazy, and she had to know, so she picked up her mobile and texted Greg: "Will you be at Kevin's on Saturday?"

His reply came almost instantly and was so short and to the point that it almost felt rude "Yes."

Chrissy's emotions went in all kinds of different directions--scared, panicky almost, excited, hurt and sad by his short reply. With trembling fingers, she replied, "Is it too complicated? Do you want me to stay away?"

His next reply arrived almost immediately and made her heart jump, "Of course not Kiki, I missed you, looking forward to seeing you again, please don't stay away. We need to face this somehow, so let's not wait any longer."

She was relieved to hear his short reply was not because he had changed his mind about what had happened between them. But somehow, knowing he had been missing her in a way seemed even scarier. Still, she replied, "Okay, missed you as well. See you there."

It was a good thing that it was already very busy when Chrissy arrived at Kevin's place. The friendly hustle and bustle of family members of all ages mingling had a calming effect on the nervous state she arrived in.

Only to have her stomach turn over when she noticed him, sitting at the very end of the living room, talking to uncle Claude. Their eyes met in a glance and Chrissy could feel her stomach do several somersaults thinking "How am I supposed to do this?"

For a moment she was saved from her thoughts as ran into the birthday boy himself, greeted and congratulated him. She handed him the small birthday gift she had gotten him and had some small-talk with him and his wife. When more guests arrived his wife excused themselves and directed Chrissy to one of the few free chairs at the table, next to her cousin Saskia.

It didn't take long before she got into a very boring conversation with Saskia about the financial situation of schools. How it was a shame that her children became victims of the increasingly poor education. But Chrissy was only listening halfheartedly, her eyes kept wandering to the other side of the room, to Greg talking to her uncle.

She nearly shivered as she cast one of her furtive glances his way, only to meet his gaze when he looked up, their eyes locking in an unexpected moment. She wanted to look away and join the conversation with Saskia, but she froze, unable to move.

In his grey-green eyes, she saw her own suppressed desires, longing, and passion mirrored back at her. That single glance spoke volumes--she instantly knew he felt the same way. Time seemed to stretch, and that shared glance felt endless. In what felt like slow motion, she watched his full, soft lips move as he spoke to their uncle, while his eyes, locked on hers, spoke to her.

She was back in her bedroom with him, his soft lips brushing her, awakening a sense of womanhood in her she had never known before. Part of her wanted to get up and run, knowing it could never be the same between them again. But another part of her stayed frozen, every fiber of her body and soul yearning to relive those intense feelings once more.

It was her cousin Saskia who broke the spell, suddenly nudging her and demanding, "What do you think, Chrissy?" with a heated glance. Chrissy turned crimson, realizing she had no idea what the last part of the conversation had even been about. She quickly glanced at Saskia, forcing a smile, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"I--sorry, I kind of zoned out," she stammered, hoping no one noticed she had been staring at Greg. But Saskia's raised eyebrow told her that she had already figured it out. Saskia furrowed her brow, her expression softening with concern.

"I get it," she said, mistaking Chrissy's distraction for something else. "It's been years, but I know how hard breakups can be. It's like, you think you're over it, but then it all comes rushing back when you least expect it."

Chrissy blinked, taken aback by the assumption, but before she could correct her, Saskia continued, her tone sincere. "I mean, you were with him for so long. I can't imagine how tough it must still be."

Chrissy's heart gave a strange lurch. She hadn't been thinking about her ex at all, but how could she explain the real reason she'd zoned out? Instead, she offered a small, almost invisible smile, hoping to steer the conversation away from both old but even more so new memories she could never talk about.

Chrissy took a steadying breath, forcing herself to engage. "Yeah, I guess memories have a way of sneaking up on you," she said, her voice carefully neutral.

Saskia gave her a knowing look but, thankfully, didn't press further. Instead, she turned back to the conversation she had been having before Chrissy had drifted away.

Chrissy, however, couldn't shake the lingering feeling of warmth on her skin, the phantom imprint of lips against hers. She told herself it was nothing--just a moment of weakness, a slip in judgment. Yet deep down, she knew better. He had been there. With her. And she had wanted him just as much as he had wanted her.

The weight of that realization sat heavily in her chest as she shifted in her chair. She glanced at the clock. Time had moved forward, but she still felt frozen in that moment. Her mind warred with itself. She needed to forget. She needed to move on. And yet...

She felt her heart hammering in her throat, a full-blown panic attack creeping in. She had to get out. Mumbling a hurried excuse to Saskia about needing the bathroom, she rushed into the hallway and slipped into the restroom.

As the door clicked shut behind her, she pressed her back against it, breathing heavily, her mind spiraling with intrusive images she desperately wanted to push away. It took a moment, but gradually, the panic began to fade, her breathing steadying with each slow inhale.

She knew she had no choice but to return to that room, to face their impossible reality head-on. There was no escaping it, she would have to get used to facing the sight of 'him'.

Drawing in a few deep breaths, she smoothed down her hair and adjusted her clothes before stepping back into the lively living room, where the hum of conversation and the presence of family members enveloped her once more.

The moment she stepped back into the room, she saw that Aunt Betsy had claimed her seat. Of course--she had forgotten how things worked here. Get up for even a second, and your spot is gone. Her gaze swept the room, searching for another place to sit, and her heart sank. There was only one available seat, the one right next to him.

She could feel his eyes on her, searing into her skin. He was watching her, silently calling her over, his gentle gaze almost pleading. A part of her ached to go to him, to sink into that seat beside him, lean up against him and snuggle in close. But at the same time, she dreaded sitting down next to him more than anything.

But standing there, hesitating, would only make things worse--it would look strange, maybe even raise suspicion. Swallowing hard, she forced her trembling legs to move, step by step, until she reached the empty seat. With a deep breath, she lowered herself onto the cushion beside Greg.

The air between them seemed thick, charged with unspoken words. This was the first time they had seen each other since 'it' had happened.

His voice sounded strange, forced even as he greeted her "Hi there, been a while."

She couldn't bring herself to speak--she knew that if she did, she would shatter. Instead, she met his gaze for a brief moment and gave a small nod. Their eyes locked, and in that instant, they both knew. It wasn't over, not even close.

With sad eyes he smiled at her "in fact, far too long" and the side of her leg seemed to ignite with hot burning flames when he made his jeans brush against hers under the table, their connection impossible to ignore. In that fleeting moment, everything they had said and agreed upon they would not do evaporated into nothingness.

Without a word, she met his gaze, the desperate need in both their eyes unmistakable. He didn't need to speak, his small nod was all the confirmation she needed. She knew, without a doubt, that he would be at her place later that night.

She couldn't remember how she managed to get through the rest of the afternoon, or even the rest of the party. She must have spoken to countless family members, but the conversations were a blur, nothing more than empty meaningless fragments in her mind.