The Jason family is quite a household name in the small town across the country. With a vast sea and long stretches of beaches, the Jason family owned the biggest beach houses and hotels, with tourists trooping into town all year round. The family had been in business for years, and the current generation had just two siblings running things side by side. Malvin Jason and Malory Jason were twins born thirteen minutes apart. Malory came out first, making her the eldest. With the responsibility of being the older twin, she had to act mature throughout her childhood.
She took over the business when she was twenty-four, while Malvin wallowed in studying law in hopes of becoming a lawyer. She worked hard to learn everything about the family business before their parents died. It was not an easy task. She had to balance her love life with work. Eventually, after nineteen years, Malvin and Malory got married and each had one child. Their spouses joined in handling the family business.
Malory had a beautiful daughter, Natasha, and Malvin had a boy named Daniel. They were both born in the same year, only two months apart. Due to the nature of the business, the two cousins, Daniel and Natasha, grew up together — spending countless nights with the same babysitter and nannies and attending the same schools. They were raised almost like twins.
As they grew older and reached their late teens, they fought constantly. They hated being in the same room or even walking side by side. It was time for prom, and preparations were underway. Daniel was assigned to take Natasha shopping for her gown. He mumbled insults and curses throughout the trip to the designer.
Natasha placed her headphones on and turned away to avoid the tantrums Daniel was throwing. She was used to it. Thirty minutes felt like hell.
I prefer to be in an Elective Maths class than be in the same space with this loser, she sighed.
After what seemed like an eternity, they arrived. The first gown needed to be zipped from behind.
"Hey, dummy, I need your help in the changing room!" she shouted.
"Gross. Ewww. I want to puke. There is no way I'm touching an infested person like you."
Natasha stormed out half-naked and shouted, "Who are you talking about, huh?" She walked closer and pounced on him on the sofa.
"I'm going to teach you how infested I am."
"Get off me!" Daniel screamed as he tried to push her away. For a second, he accidentally touched her breasts, and her nipples hardened. They froze and locked eyes. After an awkward silence, Daniel managed to push her off, and Natasha fell to the floor.
He apologized, his voice nervous. "I'm so sorry, Tasha." He helped her up.
She looked flustered as they walked back into the dressing room. She was lost in thought as she undressed to try on the gown. Her fair, flawless skin caught Daniel's attention. Her butt was round and cute.
Gosh… just like the women I masturbate to on Pornhub. Why am I getting hard?
He quickly ran to the washroom. He was already hard. All he could think about was how soft her breasts felt when he touched them. He couldn't control himself. He stroked himself vigorously until he climaxed within two minutes.
"Ughhhh… Tashaaaaaa…" he groaned. I shouldn't be masturbating to my cousin's body. What is wrong with me?
After cleaning up and gathering the courage, he went back to the dressing room, only to find Natasha already done selecting her gown. They paid and headed back to the car.
Throughout the drive home, no one spoke. They were both lost in their thoughts. The ride was tense.
Daniel was overwhelmed with guilt. How did I find her attractive? This is insane. I can't believe this happened. How can I face her? How is she going to see me? I have to act bold and not nervous or else she'll find out.
On the other hand, Natasha was confused. She kept biting her fingers.
What was that feeling I felt back there? Why did I react to his touch? My nipples got so hard, and I felt wet. This only happens with my boyfriend Jeffery. He's the one who makes me wet… who licks me. This is so wrong. No. I need to distract myself.
She told the driver to drop her at her best friend's house.
I need to see Pat. We've been friends for years. I just hope she doesn't notice something is wrong. I need to act cool. I can't be in the same place with him right now. I don't know what will happen.
The chauffeur pulled her back to reality when he said they had arrived. She stepped out and banged the door shut without looking back. As she walked toward Pat's gate, she could feel Daniel's gaze on her. She quickly turned, and their eyes locked for a split second — until Pat opened the door and pulled her inside.
"Are you guys fighting? What was that look? Did the idiot say something hurtful?" Pat asked.
Natasha stumbled to answer. "Oh—yes. I'm just tired of him. I wish I could stay far away from him. He's been annoying me since the day he was born. I can't wait to start college."
"But aren't you guys going to the same college?" Pat asked.
"Oh, my bad… I forgot. Gosh. I need a break. I begged my mum to let me change schools, but she insisted I go to the same college with him so we could look after each other."
They spoke for hours until the driver came to pick her up. She took her shower and went to bed with her thoughts lingering like shadows on the wall.