Thread: Cousins (Cheshire Pup & HotTexasCowboy)

The two of them, young bodies, firm and sexy, their flesh a sheen of perspiration, lay in each others' arms, their forms still molded together after a vigorous bout of making love. Shauna rested her head on Milo's firm chest, a satisfied smile on her face, while the male tucked one hand behind his head, his other hand playing idly in the curls of her brown, curly hair. He sighed and said, Ahh, that's a good way to start the day. Shauna giggled. Good way to end one, too. And anytime in between. Milo laughed out loud, a good, hearty, strong laugh, if brief. They lay in silence for a while longer. Finally Milo broke the silence again. His hand drifted down her back to rest cupping one of her ass cheeks. Breakfast, he said simply, announcing the inevitable. And we've got orders to fill. Shauna sighed and raised her head, smiling into his eyes. I know, I know. But, Milo, there's something I need to talk to you about, first. Uh oh, Milo thought. This usually preceded some kind of troubling news. He ran a hand through his thick sandy hair, brushing the bangs back from his forehead. What is it? he said, a little warily. Shauna gave him an understanding look, then launched ahead. I got an email from Aunt Clarissa. Oh man, Milo half groaned. He'd been hearing about this particular family soap opera for close to a month, and he knew this wasn't going to be an opening for good news. What is it now? She tapped lightly on his chest, tempted to giggle again, but the subject was too serious. Just that the situation between Daphne and Uncle Ahmad isn't getting any better. She says the tension in their house is overwhelming everything else. And Daphne is just getting more and more depressed. Dammit! Milo popped. When is Clarissa going to rejoin the twenty-first century and divorce that sunovabitch! It's not like that! Shauna protested. He's kind and loving and has made Clarissa very happy. It's just that he's... got some cultural baggage he was raised with. And I'm afraid it's fallen like a rockslide onto poor Daphne. Aunt Clarissa doesn't think she can take it anymore. Milo made a disgusted noise as he exhaled sharply. Like it's her fault! Ahmad's the one who set her up to marry into a family from the old country. And it was the groom who got cold feet on their wedding night and sent her packing! Why is Ahmad putting all this on Daphne? I know, I know, Shauna agreed. But the tension in that house is so bad, well, Clarissa was wondering if Daphne could come to stay with us a while? Get her away and someplace more nurturing. We were always so close growing up, and all. Milo grinned playfully. Yeah, well, there's close and there's close. He added emphasis by giving her nipple a little flick. How long are we talking, and what does that mean about ... us? A few weeks, Clarissa says... to ... maybe a ... couple of months? she finished out quickly, hoping Milo wouldn't throw a fit. And we can still be... you know, fun, just a little more discreet, at least until she gets used to the idea. We have that spare room she can stay in. Milo sighed he wasn't as upset as he might have been. After all, they had played and been best of friends with Daphne for most of their childhood and beyond. They had been guests at her wedding, although they had already left to return home when the news about her disastrous wedding night got to them. Yeah, sure. If we can help her get through this, then I guess we should. You can let Aunt Clarissa know and when we should expect her. Now we better get moving. The two lived in a spacious and open home in a comfortable development on the edge of Tuscon. Many of the rooms had open windows to let the breeze blow through and keep things comfortable when it wasn't too hot. Saved on energy bills, too. They had a set of friendly neighbors on this cul-de-sac. Their house was deepest in the circle, and their back yard was open to undeveloped land behind them to led toward the rocky spires a couple of miles away. They depended on those peaks for their business. About once a month, Milo mounted a backpack and hiked into the hills to a spot he'd been working for a few years, well seeded with colored desert stones. Turquoise was a mainstay, but he found a variety of colors to work with, loaded up his pack, and brought them back to Shauna. In her workshop, she cut and polished the stones and fashioned them into personalized jewelry and a few sculpture, which Milo then marketed to stores throughout the Southwest. She was the artist, and he was the businessman. It had been a good fit, making them a fine income. They were a good fit in other ways, too, ways they kept basically secret from their neighbors. Milo was also responsible for upkeep on the house. He had added much to their house since they moved in a few years ago. He was the one who'd put solar panels on the roof to cut their energy bills to a fraction. Right now he was installing a hot tub outside the back door. He also was scoping the back yard for the best place to build the windmill kit he'd bought recently. Before she got to work on her next pieces, Shauna made a point of sending an email to Aunt Clarissa, welcoming their cousin to come for an extended stay, and promising to take good care of her.