I had grown up with a lesson about my cousins, especially girls, that always remained unlearned.
The fact that they were to be like sisters to me sounded like just a mere illusion to me. I had
developed a passion that leaped beyond the limits for my beautiful cousins, and above all,
Amelia had absorbed my every compassion, tenderness and affection. We had grown up
together as siblings, but our relationship had been invaded by the devilish snares of erotic
attraction between us, especially when we became teenagers. I had done filthy things with
cousins, but with Amelia, it was something more than normal, luscious relationship.
Then this day whose memories can never be erased reached. The snow had covered both roofs
and woods of the countryside. I had gone to visit aunt Melds, Amelia's mother, for the holiday,
that being the second week in her homestead. That day, the whole family had gone for a church
function earlier in the morning, and they were not yet back, probably because the chilly snow
had intensified its falling as minutes kicked by. Amelia and I had remained, and by nightfall we
were comfortably tucked in our respective rooms, after having an early supper of delicious
chicken soup, rice,peas and spinach, excellently prepared by Amelia. During the meal, our eyes
seemed to communicate uncluttered tension.
I had covered myself with enormous wollen covers when my phone vibrated. It was Amelia's
number, and she had sent a short text, 'come to my room please, I am afraid of the dark. I knew
what she meant by that, it was one of our secret codes of communication. I jumped out of bed,
creeped to her room's door and knocked. She opened the door and a luscious shock of arousal
struck my whole body from the top of my head to the central curl of my heels....