COUSINS

“It's a no, I guess”.

Angela muttered.

Antonio released a cloud of smoke.

“What do you take me for? Since you have been in my head. I can't think of anything else than being inside of you. Yes, I do masturbate imagining you. The difference between you and me…”

He paused to meet her gaze, grinning evilly.

“You did it five times? I fucking lost count of mine…every minute…every second… I am a fucking pervert you know, and I am kinda horny always”.

Angela was unsure whether to feel gross by that or not. For some reason, she was glad she was not alone in this, her cheeks flamed up for some reason.

“Tell me about your parents”.

She suddenly asked.

Antonio gazes at her below his lids.

“That's a specific one”.

“What were they like?”

Angela asked.

He lay back on her thighs, his legs crossed with a frown.

“I don't really know. I was only two years old…when they died mysteriously. I was then raised as my father’s cousin son because we have no Montero heir to look after me. Likewise, I own this