Finally.

We danced all night. “You want another shot?” John shouted over the music. “Yes!” I shouted back. The Dj was spinning a dope mix that everyone seemed to enjoy. My cousin passed me my shot but as soon as I reached up to take it, a girl bumped into me. “Omg I am so sorry hun!” The girl said to me while trying to reach for napkins. Great. My favorite fucking shirt. I rolled my eyes but I was fine. It’s just liquor, plus it’s tequila so it’ll come out quick. “It’s fine.” I mumbled, but the girl had already walked away. Somehow my cousin John had the napkins in his hand asking if I needed help. I wore a white tube top and honestly my boobs aren’t really big. I’m still in a b-cup so I tend to go bra less. Tonight was a no bra kind of night. “It’ll dry Cuzzo.” I said to Johnny, refusing the help. “You’re shirt is kind of see through right now.” He said in my ear. That definitely wasn’t my first shot of the night and it wasn’t going to be my last. “FUCK IT!” I hollered and danced even more. I watched my cousin laugh as he ordered a double shot this time go round. Needless to say, WE GOT FUCKED UP! Neither of us drove so we got more lose than we usually would. The crowd began to grow and it seemed the room got smaller and smaller. The DJ kept playing fast music and I bumped my hips to every beat. My cousin was no longer in front of me, but I did feel a nice sized bulge on my rear end. I wore a skirt that was cotton material, so I felt every bit of what this man was packing behind me. He groped me from behind and bumped to every beat. I turned slightly and noticed it was my cousin John! “Johnny! Where’s everyone?” I asked him in shock, making the conversation normal. I was enjoying the dance but we’ve been getting a bit wild and we rode with his two homeboys. “They’re over there.” He pointed across the room and I saw one of his friends with a lit up necklace on. I could tell he was having a good time. The other friend had apparently started heading to the car. It seemed about ten to twenty minutes had passed, and my cousin got a text about how his friend is outside. I was a bit tipsy, so I didn’t think to ask what we were just doing dancing like that. Clearly, we were just having a little bit of fun. Johnny’s other friend met us at the car and we headed to Johnny’s place. “Y’all have fun?” The driver asked. “Fuck, yessssss.” I slurred. Everyone laughed and Johnny added “I’m with her on that one!” The other friend said “I bet!” And everyone got quiet. “I’m so drunk.” I added and giggled. In my mind I was just more concerned about his friends seeing us grind on the dance floor. Johnny was really bold tonight, I’m not sure what’s gotten into him but this is definitely new. “You know? My cousin Missy writes these, awesome ass stories...she gets thousands of fucking views on them too man.” Johnny slurred while breaking the silence. What the fuck is he talking about? I thought to myself. “Oh yeah?” The driver asked. “Yeah man, she writes her fucking ass off.” John responded. Johns other friend sat in the backseat with me and asked “what do you write about?” I sat for a second and thought to myself...”I’m too drunk for this.” Was all I could come up with. My cousin laughed a drunken laugh. “You love attention, and...now you have it...and now ya don’t want it?” He muttered in a high pitch tone while smiling. “Johnny you’re drunk.” I said to him. He waves his hand at me in a ‘whatever’ kind of way. “Left here? Or right? I always forget.” The driver friend asked Johnny. Johnny pointed his friend in the right direction where the apartment was located. Me and John got out of the car and his friends waved at us as they watched me help John inside the apartment. “Thanks baby girl.” John whispered in my ear and all I could smell was tequila. “John you’ve got me thinking so hard that I’m slightly sober now.” I said seriously. John laughed harder than I thought he would as we made it inside of the door. “We still have wine and weed.” He said. I rolled up a blunt and we smoked. I drank more wine and the mixture of that good ole herb and fine wine got me more loose than before. My thoughts were creeping back up on me. “How do you know about my stories?” I asked him boldly. “I like it too.” He said directly. “Like what?” I asked. He looked at me. “You...missy? Me...John... nice. Really smart..missy...” cousin John chuckled. “So you know that you’re John?” I asked my cousin. “Yes, I know... you were on my couch, I texted you what you doing, we watch tv, we talk about sex but never had it, and you love wine... yes I’m John. And you’re missy. Plus I did catch you masturbating on my couch....missy.” He added. “Oh, and I like the name switch, missy fits you.” He said. I sat on the couch with my legs crossed at the ankles searching for the next thing to say. “So you know about the things I think about?” I asked shyly. “Why do you think I told my friend to get the car? Watching you in that wet top sent me over the edge. As soon as he left I know my other homeboy was caught up across the club so I slid behind you.” He admitted. “So, the car ride?” I asked. “What about it?” John replied. “Oh, that? Well I am pretty fucked up...so now you know that I know.” He added. It was all so much for me to take in. “You can change our names as many times as you want. So write one about the fact that I know you want to fuck me.” He said. I sat quietly. He sat next to me, and touched my thigh. I felt my clitoris do that familiar dance it does whenever I lay eyes on him. “Write about how cousin John finally eats his little cousins pussy.” I laid back in awe as John spread my legs apart. He lifted my ass off the couch and leaned over until his face was fully between my legs. There we were. On the couch. My wet pussy finally on my cousins sweet juicy lips. Finally.