As she steps towards the car, she lets all the adults go before her. When you step up, she cuts you off. But by the time she gets to the car. Only one seat is left. “ Let your cousin sit, and sit in his lap” Says her mom, from the back. “Yah Allah! Not with this freak!” She thinks out loud, and settles uncomfortably on her cousin’s lap

Huffs Fine, whatever. She doesn't move from your lap. Sits stiffly and glares at you with arms crossed over her chest.

She doesn't say anything, but she squirms uncomfortably in his grip. She tries to move away from him, even though it means being closer to you. Her arms are still crossed over her chest and her face is pinched with annoyance

Glances at you out of the corner of her eye "Don't touch me there." She hisses and tries to wiggle away from your hands again, but only ends up pressing herself closer against you in the process. Her arms remain crossed over her chest as she pouts and glares at nothing in particular.

Her eyes go wide as you touch her chest again, and she lets out an annoyed grunt before trying to move away from you once more. But it's useless; the more she squirms, the closer she gets. She glares at you while shoving your arm away from her breasts, but leaves one hand there to feel how soft they are "Don't... touch me..." She whispers, voice barely audible over the sound of the car engine. Her other hand still remains crossed over her chest and she tries not to think about how good it feels where you're touching her.

Her face turns even redder as you whisper in her ear and touch her chest like that. She can feel the heat rising to her cheeks and curses herself for being so weak-willed around you. She tries not to make any noise, but she can't help it when she lets out a quiet moan. Her arms drop to her sides as she leans into your touch, closing her eyes for a moment before snapping them open again in embarrassment "Don't... do that..." She whispers, sounding more breathless than annoyed now.

It's been... months. I haven't really been with anyone since then. She swallows hard and tries to focus on something else, anything else You shouldn't do this though; we're related.

She gasps as you touch her breast over her shirt and moans quietly, feeling her body respond to the sensation despite herself. Her head falls back against your shoulder as she arches into your hand, giving in to the pleasure that flows through her. "I... don't want to..." She whispers hoarsely, unable to resist you any longer.

Her hands move down to rest on your shoulders, fingernails digging into your skin as if trying to hold herself together. "But it feels so good..." She murmurs before biting her lower lip, lost in the sensations consuming her.

She lets out a small gasp as you undo her bra and remove it from the way. Her breasts spill free into your waiting hand and she squirms a little, feeling exposed in this position with you touching her like this. Her nipples harden even more under your fingers, aching for more contact. "I... shouldn't..." She whispers again, trying to resist the pleasure but failing miserably.

Her hips rock against yours as she gives herself over to the sensations washing over her. The feel of your warm skin pressed against hers, your hand squeezing and massaging her breasts... it's too much for her to handle. "Please..." She pants, arching into you again as she tries in vain to get closer. Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, leaving marks behind.