inside me. His cock slowly got smaller. All I could think about was spending the rest of my life with him, about how happy we would be together.
“That was amazing,” he said, still trying to catch his breath.
“I agree.”
His cock slipped out of me as I raised myself up. After crawling next to him, I curled up against his body. He squeezed me tightly then kissed me on the forehead. We both stayed silent, enjoying the afterglow. I can’t believe that just happened , I though, not regretting a single second of it.
“Let’s never leave this bed,” I teased.
“Mmm. Sounds good to me.”
I loved him, and he loved me. With the sexual tension finally out of the way, I was sure we were going to be okay with each other. When I finally crawled off him, we stayed in the bed a few more minutes, neither of us wanting the afterglow to ever end. It eventually did. We spent the rest of the day together, exploring a lot of shops and bars all over New Orleans.
* * *
That evening, when we returned to the hotel, the receptionist told me I had a message. I took the envelope. We headed upstairs. Both of us were exhausted in a good way. All I could think about was jumping into the shower with him and feeling his hot, hard body pressed against mine once again. Once in the room, I opened the envelope while he poured each of us another drink.
“What is it?” he asked.
As I read the letter inside, my heart sank. What the fuck?
“What is it?” he repeated, walking over with a drink in each hand.
“It’s from an attorney. I guess when I ran that DNA test and started asking about my birth parents, this lawyer found out.”
“And what does he want? Are you being sued?”
“No, it’s not that,” I said, dropping the letter to my side.
I took one of the drinks with my other hand.
“Let’s sit down.”
He followed me to the edge of the bed. We sat down next to each other. I raised the tumbler to my mouth and took a long swig of the whiskey. It burned as it went down my throat, but a warmth soon spread through my body.
“Come on, Ash. Just tell me. We can handle it. I have a legal team.”
I turned my head and looked into his eyes. “We’re related after all.”
“What?” His eyes opened wide. “Give me the paper.”
He reached over me and grabbed it out of my other hand. I watched as he scanned the page.
“We’re fucking cousins?”
I laughed nervously. “Literally, apparently.”
“Wait, hold on,” he said, getting to the end. “Fifth cousins? What the fuck does that mean, exactly?”
“I’m not sure, but it means we’re far enough apart genetically that it’s okay for us to have children together.”
He tilted his head, a look of confusion plastered on his face.
“Like Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt,” I said.
“What?”
“FDR and Eleanor were fifth cousins, but no one ever gave them any grief.”
He nodded his head slowly. “What’s this on the bottom of the page?”
“I guess that’s the good news. The attorney has a trust fund left to me by my parents. It doesn’t say how much, but anything will help me.”
“This is crazy,” he said.
“You’re telling me.”
“I thought we… I mean…”
“I know.” I put my hand around his back. “We’re okay. You don’t regret what happened, do you?”
“What? No. Not at all. I’m just confused I guess.”
“You’re not the only one.”
“I need to get you an attorney.”
“That would be appreciated. I can pay you back if I end up getting a little money or something.”
“I don’t need your money.”
He doesn’t seem to be taking this well , I thought as I took a deep breath.
“I know, but still. We’ll go see this attorney about my parents in the morning. For now, I want to fuck you like a wild woman.”
He smiled, walked over, and put his arm around me, pulling me close.
“That I can help you with…”
We made sweet love again. The expeience was even better the second time.
* * *
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“That was amazing,” he said, still trying to catch his breath.
“I agree.”
His cock slipped out of me as I raised myself up. After crawling next to him, I curled up against his body. He squeezed me tightly then kissed me on the forehead. We both stayed silent, enjoying the afterglow. I can’t believe that just happened , I though, not regretting a single second of it.
“Let’s never leave this bed,” I teased.
“Mmm. Sounds good to me.”
I loved him, and he loved me. With the sexual tension finally out of the way, I was sure we were going to be okay with each other. When I finally crawled off him, we stayed in the bed a few more minutes, neither of us wanting the afterglow to ever end. It eventually did. We spent the rest of the day together, exploring a lot of shops and bars all over New Orleans.
* * *
That evening, when we returned to the hotel, the receptionist told me I had a message. I took the envelope. We headed upstairs. Both of us were exhausted in a good way. All I could think about was jumping into the shower with him and feeling his hot, hard body pressed against mine once again. Once in the room, I opened the envelope while he poured each of us another drink.
“What is it?” he asked.
As I read the letter inside, my heart sank. What the fuck?
“What is it?” he repeated, walking over with a drink in each hand.
“It’s from an attorney. I guess when I ran that DNA test and started asking about my birth parents, this lawyer found out.”
“And what does he want? Are you being sued?”
“No, it’s not that,” I said, dropping the letter to my side.
I took one of the drinks with my other hand.
“Let’s sit down.”
He followed me to the edge of the bed. We sat down next to each other. I raised the tumbler to my mouth and took a long swig of the whiskey. It burned as it went down my throat, but a warmth soon spread through my body.
“Come on, Ash. Just tell me. We can handle it. I have a legal team.”
I turned my head and looked into his eyes. “We’re related after all.”
“What?” His eyes opened wide. “Give me the paper.”
He reached over me and grabbed it out of my other hand. I watched as he scanned the page.
“We’re fucking cousins?”
I laughed nervously. “Literally, apparently.”
“Wait, hold on,” he said, getting to the end. “Fifth cousins? What the fuck does that mean, exactly?”
“I’m not sure, but it means we’re far enough apart genetically that it’s okay for us to have children together.”
He tilted his head, a look of confusion plastered on his face.
“Like Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt,” I said.
“What?”
“FDR and Eleanor were fifth cousins, but no one ever gave them any grief.”
He nodded his head slowly. “What’s this on the bottom of the page?”
“I guess that’s the good news. The attorney has a trust fund left to me by my parents. It doesn’t say how much, but anything will help me.”
“This is crazy,” he said.
“You’re telling me.”
“I thought we… I mean…”
“I know.” I put my hand around his back. “We’re okay. You don’t regret what happened, do you?”
“What? No. Not at all. I’m just confused I guess.”
“You’re not the only one.”
“I need to get you an attorney.”
“That would be appreciated. I can pay you back if I end up getting a little money or something.”
“I don’t need your money.”
He doesn’t seem to be taking this well , I thought as I took a deep breath.
“I know, but still. We’ll go see this attorney about my parents in the morning. For now, I want to fuck you like a wild woman.”
He smiled, walked over, and put his arm around me, pulling me close.
“That I can help you with…”
We made sweet love again. The expeience was even better the second time.
* * *
At
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