Hoping for My Cousin Tonight

“Cheers!” I shouted raising my shot glass.

“To the real world,” my cousin Josh replied as our glasses collided.

We quickly gulped down our drinks. I felt the burning sensation almost all the way down to my stomach followed by a warm tingle all over. I guess my face gave away my initial shock.

“You good, Kylie?” asked Josh.

“I guess that’s why they call it Fireball!”

Although we would still be out at the bar for hours to come, that was Josh’s first and last drink of the night. His DUI two years ago had put his hard partying days to rest. It forced responsibility into him which is what was keeping him sober even this night, celebrating our college graduation together, with me graduating one year early and Josh, one year late.

The two year age gap made us the closest in age in the whole family. We practically grew up together, so I felt close to him, safe with him, and I knew he was there to take care of me. So all that considered, my night of drinking was far from over.

The more I drank, the sloppier my dancing became, and the more physical Josh became as he helped me straighten up when I lost my rhythm. I always had a thought that he may have a crush on me. He often told me how beautiful my strawberry-blonde hair was, and he never hesitated to run his fingers through it. He complimented my big blue eyes, and sometimes I swear I could tell he was getting lost in them.

He’s an attractive guy for sure. He stands 6 inches taller than me; he’s rugged and has confidence by the buckets. His calm and almost reserved demeanor can be intimidating. His arms fill up his sleeves, and his chest muscles are visible through just about anything he wears. He kept his dark, almost black, hair short. Saying he was in shape was an understatement. I knew I had the attention of most of the guys at the bar, but with Josh around, none of them made it too obvious.

Josh, however, was not so subtle about snatching a glance. I knew I had caught him more than once. I realized how much I enjoyed thinking about him looking at me while I danced. I wore a sleeveless black shirt, which was snug tight around my C cup breasts but dangled below them and cut off just above my belly button. tinyurl.com/KylieHotnDirty Fitness is one of the many things in my life I take very seriously, and I loved that Josh noticed; at least, in my head he was noticing. I imagined him watching the V of my torso lead into my hips, my hips swaying with the music leading to my ass, and my ass, which I loved so much, flowing into my long legs.

Our whole crowd was having a blast in celebration. I knew my schedule was clear for the next day, and then Sunday would be me and Josh’s graduation party with the family. Since I had my designated driver and a whole day to recover, I had a long night of partying ahead of me. We kept dancing, and I kept drinking.

***

I woke up the next day to the sun piercing through my curtain and prying at my eyes. My heartbeat sounded like a pounding in my head. I was dizzy every time I opened my eyes. My stomach turned.

The previous night was mostly a blur, but one memory stood out. I began to put together bits and pieces, trying to remember exactly how it happened. I know that by the time all of our friends had bought me drinks I was spinning. The evening started fading. I remembered calling it a night at that point and getting into Josh’s car. The whole ride back to my parents’ house was gone; I must have fallen asleep as soon as I sat down.

My next memory is pulling up in front of the house. This is where is happened. I leaned in to kiss Josh on the cheek, but at the last second I decided to plant one right on his lips instead. He kissed back and I returned even harder. The rest of the kiss was not so clear in my memory. I know our tongues met each other, and besides rubbing my hand into his crotch, I know it went no further than that. I do remember breaking the kiss off only because I had to pee.

I struggled to recall if we had said anything after it happened, but I couldn’t remember. I know I clumsily stumbled toward the house, and the next thing I remember is sitting in the shower. I think I was too drunk to give much thought to the “was it right, was it wrong” question. My next and final memory of the night is lying in my bed, sliding my hand into my panties to masturbate, but I think I fell asleep before I could.

I grabbed my phone to see if there was any text message from him, but there were none. If he would have texted anything I probably would have told him to come back and fuck me in his car outside the house.

My whole day went to nursing my hangover and recovering and on Sunday everyone came to my house for the party.