It had been almost ten years since we last saw each other. His mother had taken took him to a different state after she broke up with my uncle, leaving all the rest of the family behind. The minute he stepped foot back at our place I couldn’t help noticing how big and handsome my cousin had become, so different from the child that used to play Mario Kart at my grandma’s Sunday lunches. The mission I was entrusted with was to show him around, which I hated, but had to do cause, well, he’s family. He was feeling homesick and kept complaining how much he missed his friends. So generous as I am, I introduced him to my posse and all my favourite places in town.
Less then two months after, I ran into him at a friend’s birthday party. It was quite late and I was completely wasted. He was on the other side of the party smoking weed and came to say hello. I was on the couch, nearly passing out when he sat next to me and he put his arms around my shoulders. I laid my head on top of his and got a whiff of his perfume. “Dude, I have to thank you for doing all of this. I really really love you for it,” he said, hugging me. I immediately got a hard on. As the guilt kicked in, I started to feel his soft 18 year old skin underneath his t-shirt. He gave me a kiss on the neck and invited me to go outside for a smoke. On the balcony we were staring at the city lights and laughing about how spoiled we were as kids – though as a matter of fact, we hated each other. We were hugging really close and could feel his cock pressing up against mine. After we finish our cigarettes, we looked at each other and I thought, “Fuck it, there’s nothing wrong with it.” As my lips got closer to his, with one arm around my waist, he put his other hand on my shoulder and said, “Dude, I can’t give you what you want.” So I went home, had a wank and ever since have tried not to think about that night during family gatherings.
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