AIF Lay on the bed
From Create Your Own Story
You lied on the bed thinking about what you just saw. It was your little cousin. She was young, she was skinny, she was petite, and she was sexy. Such a shame she wasn't here now... but tomorrow she'll be here. The question is will you have enough courage to confront her about it? But should you? Maybe it's better to leave it as is and just watch her whenever she streams. You were fighting with your thoughts until you heard your mother downstairs.
"How was your day, honey?" She asked, you mumble a half-hearted greeting back. "Would you unpack the groceries?" You ignore her, your mind still holding tight to the memories of your young cousins tight body. "I need to take a quick shower - some idiot dropped a can of beer, it exploded and now I'm all sticky."
She went upstairs and you begrudgingly make your way to the kitchen to unpack everything.
As you put everything into it's designated place in the small kitchen, your mind continued to wander. Before you know it you had the last item from the bag of groceries in your hand. A jar of maraschino cherries, perfect for ice cream sundaes, topped with whipped cream... Your mind wandered once again, the ice cream in your mind melting away, leaving the whipped cream, topped with a cherry over Zoe's most secretive place, a place you've now seen. The imaginary version of her in your mind seductively plucked the cherry up in her fingers, brought it to her lips, and placed it on her tongue-
You shake your head vigorously, you didn't need to be thinking about that right now. Though it seems you were a bit too late, you looked down at your pants to see a rising tent. Your eyes move from the pitched pant-tent, to the jar of cherries still in your hand. Was Zoe a virgin, did she still have her cherry? Would you have the chance or even the confidence to pop it if she was?
You place the jar in the fridge, your fingers lingering on it for just a moment. With that, the groceries were put away. You could hear the shower upstairs still running, you could probably sneak a peak of your mom through that crack in the door that was never fixed.
Of course your mind was still on your underage cousins little cam show, you could maybe send her a message, tell her you're looking forward to her visit tomorrow.
