Congratulations on Finishing Off Your Cousin!

There’s a trick to it. You never make eye contact. That’s the trick.

With your wrist straining, your cousin’s face contorted into a rictus, it’ll be hard not to look him in the eye, as if to say “Really? That’s the face you want to make right now?” His breathless gasps will come in as clipped, fractured things. His pants around his ankles will twitch with each quaint spasm and when he finally convulses your hand will slow, then stop altogether, knuckles still tight around the shaft of his cock.

“Thanks,” he’ll breathe away from you, his hands darting downwards to shove yours away from his penis. Your fingers will be sopped through with a mix of lubricant and semen, which will seem odd. Semen, in the movies, always flies away. You won’t know how it got on your hand since, in addition to not looking at his face, you weren’t looking at his dick.

As he buttons up his pants you’ll look around for a paper towel or something, anything, to clean yourself up. Your best bet will be an old, stained white t-shirt on your cousin’s bedroom floor. You’ll pick it up and wipe your hand clean without him noticing. Then you’ll check your clothes to make sure you’re clean and walk out, suddenly incredibly happy that you decided not to go all the way with him.

Congratulations on Finishing Off Your Cousin!