Loving Cousin

At the foot of the bed, she kissed me, but only once, before walking into the closet. "I have a robe that shrunk after I washed it. I got it for free with some make-up I bought one time. It's too small for me now, but I'll bet it fits you." When she came back, she was holding another white robe and helped me put it on.

I caught our reflection in her dresser mirror. "We look like X-Art models."

Standing behind me, I could see her sad smile over my shoulder in the mirror. Her expression shifting between affection and fear as we stood there staring at each other.

"What?" I asked.

"The two worst things in life are not getting what you want, and getting what you want."

I turned to face her. "You asked for this," I said, unable to stop looking at her mouth. They were such full lips, but the delicate curves along the top made them seem sleek as well.

"Yes, but I'd like you to want me, too, even a little bit."

I was close enough to feel her breath. "I do want you," I whispered. "Damn me, but