1 Cousins on a Road of Sin

'This one. This is the one. Otherwise we'll be on the road 'til morning.'

Gwen responded with irate silence. That meant it all—she knew he was right, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

Ben took it upon himself to carry all their necessary luggage from the rented —now stolen—car unto the room. He was so tired that all those tiny things that would've made him mad didn't matter anymore, like the thin, gentle raindrops that ended up making all of his clothes wet from going back and forth from the car to the motel's inn. Gwen was already gone mood-wise, anyway, he thought, and their little adventurous plan seemed already doomed, too. They had been travelling for around six hours before they wordlessly decided to spend the night there.

By the time he got into the room, Gwen was already in bed, her back facing the door. Ben knew she wasn't sleep, but that it rather was her way of saying 'fuck you.' Some mean things had come off of Ben's mouth during the trip and she had been silent for half of it. Then again, he was only retaliating for what he thought of as Gwen's casual way of humiliating him, still calling him names like they did since their tweens. He shrugged, put his stuff in the nearest chair and went straight to the bathroom to take a warm shower then leave all of that shitty day behind.

Although he tried to not mind her muteness, Ben would've much preferred being verbally told to fuck himself by Gwen. After all, she had a way with words when it came to cursing, blasphemies and telling people they were being assholes to their own face. And, suffice to say, she could be way gnarlier than him, which was one of the things he reluctantly loved about his cousin. Or, to put it into perspective, one of those things he had started to realize he loved about her, the more they entered their teens and young adulthood. The more, that is, they developed what they now had.

Ben took off his clothes, left a mess of them in the bathroom floor, entered the shower and turned on the left faucet. His thoughts started dissipating as soon as the hot water fell on his troubled head and worn-out body, relaxing all his muscles and giving him the opportunity to take a big breath.

'This was a mistake all alone, wasn't it?' he thought to himself. 'Grandpa must be so worried right now. Or pissed. Or both. We wrote that it would be temporarily, but that's a lie, and he probably knows it. He also probably knows what me and Gwen have been up to behind his back, and...'

The thoughts started dissipating, as they often do, becoming aimless carts on a railway, not really elucubrating as he would if his body and mind weren't so beat up. He closed his eyes, trying to clear out everything, all the words, sounds, visions, all the cacophony of worries and stimulus. A minute, maybe more, maybe five or ten, passed, then he heard the faint sound of the bathroom's curtain sliding to the side. At first he thought he had imagined it while listening to some similar noise, but the comforting aroma of Gwen's apricot body lotion let him know that, indeed, she was joining in his shower session.

Gwen embraced him from behind, sliding her soft hands and interlacing her long, thin fingers around his waist. He had become taller than she had (after all her shit-talking about his height), and now her chin rested on one of his shoulders.

'What are we gonna do now?' whispered Gwen. It sounded as if she had been crying.

'I don't know. You're the mature one' answered Ben, fixated on Gwen's beautiful nails, still remembering their argument from earlier. Her hands were now tied in a wrist grip. 'I'll do whatever you want me to do. That's all I want,' he added, as he started caressing her fingers.

'Then let's do it just like we did it the first time.'

It had been his way of leaving their mutual meanness behind, and her way of accepting the notion with repentance. It was a cycle they had been living through since they first started exploring each other, and it still had the effect of igniting their passion once again.

Her hands escaped Ben's caress and grazed down to his genitals. She started slowly stroking his cock, gently pulling back the foreskin, while using the other hand to lovingly run down her skeletal fingers through his toned hip bones, lower abs, testicles, butt cheeks, taint, then all way the back. Ever since the first time they saw each other naked she was surprised by the sheer size of what she joked would be Ben's 'tiny worm,' (especially its girth), but now Gwen had started loving almost every part of her cousin's body, which was getting more athletic each day. The mere act of exploring all his contours was enough to get her going, but she would rarely admit it to him. However, Ben knew, and she knew that too, but her silence about it kept the fire between them somehow .

Her hands, as delicate as they were, commanded Ben's body to turn over, then she kissed him with slow, tender passion. There was quite nothing for her own arousal like masturbating Ben in the shower while sucking out little moans from him, muted by the way she'd softly keep his mouth shutjust like she liked it. In time, she'd also give out a few moans, like she was tasting a most succulent treat, which in turn aroused Ben, as she could tell from the way his penis would throb in her caressing .

'Remember when... we first started doing this?' said Gwen in the middle of their prolonged kiss, in between little bites, interlacing of tongues and occasional redirections towards each other's chins, noses, cheeks and necks.

'Yes...' answered Ben likewise, gasping from the double stimulation. 'I couldn't believe... the body of a tomboy could be so... soft.'

Gwen stopped. She now had used her free hand to grab the back of Ben's neck. She smiled.

'...asshole.'

Then kept on kissing him, pushing him towards her .

—

The first time they had showered together was an act of spontaneous teenage curiosity, veiled in prideful spite. Ben had come on to the trailer one lazy afternoon, drenched in sweat after exploring the middle-of-nowhere town they were stationed at and joining in a group of fellow teenagers playing soccer. He knew Grandpa was out visiting an old friend of his, and only kind of new Gwen had met another girl at the local library which she had been seeing almost all three days they had been in that place. He was glad their little home was all to himself, and, before executing his plan of blasting some music while playing videogames, he wanted to take a cold bath to refresh .

Ben went directly to the bathroom, not even taking a moment to grab a snack or a glass of water, and, upon entering it, he was surprised to see the shower on. At first he thought someone was in there but he quickly realized it was empty after opening the curtain. Ben thought out loud, 'I guess either Gwen or Grandpa must've forgotten to turn off the shower? Doesn't sound like them. Maybe Grandpa is getting old, or Gwen is getting stupid. I'm going for the latter,' then laughed to himself.

He entered the shower, appreciating the fact that the water was already hot. Indeed, the trailer's heating system was slow to increase the water temperature, and it was always extremely cold at the start, which both Ben and Gwen hated, though Grandpa loved it, so he didn't care about fixing it. Ben closed his eyes while adjusting the water so that it was just at the right point where he could get refreshened without getting frozen. As soon as he found it, his mind starting dozing off, and almost stood there half-awake, half-asleep—a habit that wouldn't die even years later. While standing there, he thought he heard a silent gasp, but decided that it was just a product of his pleasant daydreaming, at least until he actually felt a finger tapping him on the shoulder.

His heart sunk into his stomach. His brain didn't even try to come up with an idea of who it could've been, it just went straight into survival mode. He opened his eyes wide open, turned around, and tried to grab both the hand that touched him and whatever else he could grab on to, without knowing who or, most probably, what —and an alien 'what' at that— was ambushing him, but it turned out to just be two limbs; thin, tender and most likely fragile. His left hand had grabbed a wrist, and the other had grabbed the midway point between a shoulder and an elbow. His eyes registered, no without lesser fear than before, who was in front of him.

Gwen's face was red hot. She had a slight expression of horror, looking at Ben right in the eyes like he was some sort of dangerous beast. She was wearing her pink bathrobe, but Ben's quick reaction and the way he had violently seized her wrist and arm, even pinning her against the bathroom wall, made the robe slightly drift down, showing one of her breasts. Soon enough, her horrified face changed into one of demonic anger. Ben would ways remember how loud and stingy that slap was.

It turned out that Gwen had left the water running on purpose, gone to the kitchen to grab an iced tea, then returned back to the bathroom expecting to find the water nice and warm. She had planned to scare him, after having gotten scared herself once she saw Ben was already in there without even hearing the trailer's door get opened, but his reaction was something she could've not predicted.

After both of them screaming out their respective explanations as to why they did what they did, Ben somehow ended up outside the shower, sitting naked on the toilet seat, while Gwen closed the curtain, still wearing and adjusting her bathrobe. She was livid at the possibility of Ben having seen one of her tits—after all, even though she had a developed body by then, her chest had not become her best feature in terms of volume, nor would it ever.

'This is bullshit,' Ben said as if talking to himself, clearly wanting Gwen to hear him. 'I was already enjoying my shower so much and now I'm all slippery over here.'

'Shut the fuck up, doofus,' was Gwen's biting reply. She was starting to get madder, but having being seen by Ben was not what was bothering her. It was the sole idea of him not liking what he saw. 'If you don't get out of here, I swear to God—'

'What are you gonna do? You think you would've break free if I didn't let you go? Don't make me laugh' answered Ben with a cocky attitude, fueled by the pain in his cheek. Gwen poked out of the curtain, redder than Ben had ever seen her.

'Listen, you shrimp, if I wanted to I'd...' she had to stop mid-sentence. Ben had only put a tiny towel on his crotch. He was basically sitting there naked.

Not only did the general picture shock her, now that she could see his body way more clearly than before, but she had noticed that Ben had in fact was well-toned. His skinny frame made his abs stand out impressively, and she could see his hip muscles all the way to that tiny piece of wool covering his genitals. Gwen felt a tingling on her neck. The redness on her face wouldn't go away, starting to become vermilion.

Some more insults were exchanged, and Gwen closed down the curtain again. Out of spite, Ben did not move away from the toilet. For at least a minute the only sound inside the tiny bathroom was the water falling down, until Gwen broke the silence.

'You really want to take a bath, huh?' she asked as if wondering out loud.

'Yeah, so?' answered Ben looking at the ceiling, unwilling to give out his ground.

Gwen gave out a deep, artificial sight.

'Alright, look... you're already there, I'm already here. Grandpa isn't coming until late at night... Whatever, hop in.'

Ben was incredulous. He thought she was playing with him. Maybe setting him up to punch him in the balls or something. The shower curtain opened.

'I won't look. Don't you look either,' Gwen said. She had already started washing her hair.

He joined her, and, although he was trying not to look, he caught a glimpse of Gwen's waist. He had never seen, nor guessed, how beautifully sinuous she was despite her thinness. There was something graceful about her slender body, like that of a ballerina. He started feeling blood flow down to his dick and got scared. No way he would get a boner from looking at that cootie queen's skinny back. He grabbed the soap and tried to get away from any thought.

But he had to take a peek again.

For the first time, something as innocuous as Gwen's back was suddenly gorgeous to him. She had her arms lifted while rubbing the shampoo on her head, so her spine made a fine and somehow feminine shape from her delts to her lower back and dimples. Not only that—her previously unassuming breasts had become succulent now, hanging like small forbidden fruit, at least just enough for him to see their margins from behind.

A full erection had now developed. Ben could not allow her to see. He turned away, facing the opposite direction, and tried to pretend he wasn't about to bust.

Some minutes later, the two of them were resting on the couch watching some TV, all freshened up.

They didn't talk about it for a week, but they both couldn't stop thinking about it either, nor could they stop trying to find an excuse to repeat it. They were chomping at the bit for Grandpa to go away again for a long period of time, but they had again moved on to another town, and it didn't seem that he had any acquaintances there, until suddenly he received a mysterious phone call and said he'd go away for a couple of hours, and to not wait for him awake.

At least an hour passed. Ben was playing some game on the TV while Gwen was reading some magazine, lying down on her stomach. She decided to move things along.

'I think I'll take a bath,' she said.

'Did you turn the water on already?', answered Ben.

'Yup.' She wouldn't take the eyes off her magazine, trying to pretend and be as casual as possible.

Just like the other time, a minute seemed to pass before another word was uttered between them.

'Well, wanna do it again?' she finally asked.

Ben was already hard. There was something tacit about that invitation. It wasn't a 'Do you need to take a bath too?' or a 'Remember that time when...?', but a straight piercing question about lust and desire, thrown out as the most normal thing in the world.

'Sure, why not,' was the only answer he could follow up with.

They entered the shower, and pretended they were going about their businesses, each looking the opposite way. Ben could not take it anymore, but he didn't want to be the first to do something either. He was also trying his best not to let his boner be obvious, but all of his worries stopped mattering, as soon as he heard Gwen's imperative voice once again.

'Turn around.'

He did, as if he was some sort of marionette. She didn't even let him ask what was the matter—as soon as their eyes met, she kissed him.

Having closed the gap between them, Gwen felt Ben's raging cock against her pelvis—she could feel it pulsating. What came afterwards was of the typical awkward fashion that spurs from two youngsters who, even though they already had had their small sexual adventures with previous partners, still did not have a clear sense of what to do. All that was in there, inside that small bathroom, was arousal, eagerness and the weird acidic pleasure that came from disliking —or thinking they did— each other, along with a catharsis steaming from the fact that they both had started to notice the attractiveness of the other just recently. They had never seen themselves as anything other their annoying counterparts, until adolescence had shown its fruits.

—

Now, in the motel, they had had their humble, though fair, share of experiences, with certain briefs boyfriends or girlfriends, and, every once in a while, each other. They had become their respective comfort zones, every time they had the urge and couldn't find another person to satiate it. Their disdain had not gone away though, but it did acquire a mutualistic tenderness they couldn't find anywhere else. After a point, they decided they wanted to be able to live out their desires away from Grandpa, if only temporarily, and so they had started their impromptu road trip.

As much as they had repeated it, that early passion had not gone away. At least not yet. They still felt like they were opening a forbidden chest and that they had to hurry as much as possible before someone found out. Even the motel receptionist could not know, by any means.

Every time they explored each other's bodies again, it had to be quick and frantic. Even as much as Gwen liked to caress and tend to Ben's toned muscles and girthy cock, there would always be an urgency in her touches. By the time they had come out of the shower and only slightly dried themselves with the same towel, the felt they had a short time window to finish their task. Ben pushed Gwen, rather harshly, on to the bed. She went from being half-covered with their shared towel to being completely naked, all spread, above the mattress. Gwen liked being treated with full force, and she knew she could take it. As such, she gave him a look of defiant desire.

Ben pulled her by the ankles, dragging her to the end of the bed, then pushed his hands on her thighs hard enough to leave marks for the day after. After such brief rapidity, he then slowly brought his hard cock closer and closer to her opened legs. It always had to be like this—a dilated introduction, as if they were still two nervous teenagers unsure of what they were about to do. It was always accompanied by both of them breathing heavily, then giving out deep sighs of pleasure once he'd entered her pussy, slowly reaching her inner limits.

The movement of Ben's hips did not delay itself in changing gears into full speed and force. Gwen started moaning what he always liked to hear, ever since they first did full coitus—'What are we doing, what are we doing, what are we doing,' then some variation of 'Faster, you fucking dweed!' before he'd had to cover her mouth with his hand, worried about being heard due to her getting progressively louder (and progressively nastier, too); but that was the thing—now they had all of the space and liberty to let her yell out whatever she wanted.

'Shove it all in, shove it all in,' she started chanting, grabbing Ben's buttocks. She could not get enough, and they both could not wait for their self-inflicting torture to end in sublimation.

'I said shove it all in and fuck me like you should, you fucking shrimp, you fucking thick-dick loser!!' she finally screamed. Ben accelerated his pace. He felt Gwen's fingers not only holding on to his ass, but also some of them sliding towards his crack, taint and balls.

'Fucking uptight two-faced cunt!!' he yelled back.

Ben went as deep as he could go, letting all of his sperm out. Gwen moaned like a young nun in the middle of an exorcism, her legs spread wide with Ben in-between them, thighs twitching and toes twirling, still grabbing his cheeks, with her mouth opened and an almost blank stare in her eyes. The twitching became spaced, giving out small intermittent moans and an 'oh fuck' here and there, while Ben's cum started dripping outside of her. Ben did some few extra strokes, with as much care as possible, then started kissing Gwen with utmost softness.

Maybe they didn't need to go back. Maybe they could live just like this and never give an explanation. And maybe they could accept their sins and return home, never daring to speak about all of it ever again. Without saying a word, they fell asleep as they were, right there in that moment, him on top of her, embraced by her legs, leaving their decision for the cold morning.