“You’re pretty cocky to be a girl,” he quipped. “This is really not fair. This is your home court.”
She laughed. “Do you want some cheese with that whine?”
She dribbled toward him with a quick crossover, but he was an excellent defender and she couldn’t get past him. She turned her back on him and tried to post him up. He placed one of his hands on her bottom to hold her.
“You better get your hand off my butt, boy!” she laughed. “I will mess you up!” she said as she took a quick dribble, pulled up, and drained a 10 footer. “8 -6! Check ball,” she said as she tossed the ball to him.
She went back behind the 3 point line and drilled 4 more shots, consecutively. She was laughing, enjoying herself immensely. Tommy was amazed at her shooting prowess and her continuous trash-talk had him laughing. She was so much fun! He didn’t much care if she beat him, but he knew that she would be bragging about it if she won.
“12 – 6,” she said, gleefully. He threw her the ball and, thinking she would catch him by surprise, she immediately shot it.
He quickly jumped and blocked the shot, took one dribble and dunked it. “Aha!” he laughed. “12 – 7! Check ball,” he said as he flipped the ball in her direction. Too late, he realized that she wasn’t looking. “Katie!”
She turned right as the ball arrived, smacking her hard in the face. “Oh shit!” she cried, grabbing at her face and bending over in pain.
“Katie, oh no. I’m sorry. My fault!” he said as he gently moved her hand away from her face. Her eyes were filled with tears and one was rolling down her cheek. He wiped it away. “Katie, I wouldn’t hurt you for anything in the world. Are you okay?”
“I’m a fucking basketball player,” she said angrily. “I get hit in the face all the time.”
She pulled the hem of her shirt up to wipe her eyes, exposing her very flat, very toned abdomen. He continued to stand next to her with his hand on her shoulder. “I didn’t mean to sound angry,” she said. “It hurt. I know you didn’t do it on purpose. Thank goodness that you throw like a girl!” she managed a smile.
He took a thumb and wiped away another tear, then stooped over to look into her eyes. “It might bruise, but I hope not,” he said. “Tell you what, I forfeit. You win.”
“No way,” she said. “I’m beating you fair and square. And don’t you dare let up on me. I’ll kick your ass.”
Tommy took the ball and quickly scored several times, tying the score at 12. Then he tried to dribble to the goal and, when he posted her, she stole the ball. He laughed as she dribbled nearly 25 feet from the goal and calmly sank a jump-shot.
Unable to guard her, he watched as she hit two more shots from a distance that nobody would ever shoot in a real game. She had won, and she had done it fair and square.
“Yes!” she yelled, pumping her fist. She gave Tommy a high five. “I’m never going to let you live that down!” she laughed.
“Your face okay?” he laughed.
“Yes,” she told him. “It’s okay.”
“Good, because it’s killing me,” he grinned.
She put both fists on her hips. “Well, I never,” she smiled.
He thought he had never seen a more beautiful girl in his life. She was heart-stopping. “I’ll get you back when we move in,” he told her.
“I can’t wait,” she said, realizing that she might sound a little too eager.
They sat in the swing that was under the shade tree in the back yard and chatted for a few minutes.
“I think you’re going to have a bruise,” he said as he touched her cheek. “I’m so sorry, Katie. I feel awful.”
As he leaned forward to look closer at her cheek, their eyes met. Without preamble and without thinking, she leaned forward and kissed his lips, then turned away from him.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that. I wasn’t thinking,” she muttered.
“Did what?” he asked.
She turned back toward him. “Don’t tease me about it, please?” she begged.
“Do you often just kiss boys without warning? That was like a drive-by kissing!” he laughed.
“I most certainly do not,” she smiled. “I told you I don’t know why I did it. But it might have something to do with the fact that you’re fun and I like spending time with you. It’s unfortunate that we’re cousins,” she said as she twirled a lock of her hair around a finger.
“Well, it was so quick that I didn’t know it was happening until it was over. I feel cheated,” he said.
“I see what you’re doing,” she smiled. “You think a line like that will get me to kiss you again? We ARE cousins, you know.”
His cock was stiffening. He was dying for this delicious young goddess to kiss him again. It could be just a peck. He didn’t care. “Well, we were cousins when you stole that kiss. And that’s what it was. Stealing. I didn’t give you permission. At all.”
“No, Tommy, it wouldn’t be right,” she said in an obviously teasing voice. “I mean, if I did it again while thinking about the fact that we’re cousins, it would be all ewwww! Right?”
“I don’t know. I think data need to be gathered. We don’t have enough empirical evidence to draw a conclusion.”
“Well. You do have a point that it was over before you knew it was happening, so I guess just one more wouldn’t hurt,” she told him as she sat down next to him, her face only inches from his.
He leaned forward and placed a hand behind her head as she, once again, kissed his lips. She lingered for a few seconds, then broke it, but studied his eyes for his reaction.
“Well?” she smiled. “I hope you enjoyed that, because we’re cousins and we cannot be doing that!”
“I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he whispered. “Thank you.” He got up and walked slowly across the yard as she, for once unable to think of anything to say, sat and watched him.
What was he doing? Had that kiss affected him that much? She had just been playing, but it had been very pleasant. Yes, indeed. It may have been the best kiss she had ever gotten from a boy. She imagined kissing him again. Maybe more. She imagined doing some of the things with him that she often now did with her father. She knew that she didn’t need to get those thoughts in her brain, particularly since they were going to be living in the same house. She wouldn’t kiss him again. No way. It was too dangerous.
He made his way back to the swing. When he sat down, she immediately stroked his face and leaned forward for another kiss. This time she stuck her tongue out and licked his lips. He replied in kind.
Finally, Tommy gasped, “What are we doing, Katie?”
“Are you complaining?” she smiled. “You said I was pretty. Don’t you like to kiss pretty girls?”
“I sure do, but I never kissed a cousin before!” he smiled.
“We’re just showing affection, right?” she asked. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
“And attraction, I guess,” he said.
“That’s a dangerous recipe for cousins, huh?” she asked. “I think it’s because you’ve never had your butt kicked in basketball by a girl before. You’re overwhelmed. Right?” she teased.
“This really isn’t fair, Katie. First, you’re my cousin, so you’re off limits. Secondly, you’re the prettiest girl I know. Third, you’re so fun to be around, even when you kick my butt in basketball.”
She giggled. “That’s so sweet, Tommy. We’re going to have so much fun together!” She realized that what she was saying could easily be misconstrued, but she just didn’t care.
They heard Tom’s car turning in the driveway, so moved apart a bit on the swing. When they all got out of the car, Jennifer yelled, “Well, who won?”
Katie looked over at Tommy, smiling. He looked at the ground.
“No!” Jennifer exclaimed. “She beat you?”
“Yeah, well, she kept distracting me,” Tommy whined.
Katie playfully hit his arm. “He even resorted to throwing the ball in my face! Some people will do anything to win!”
They all went in the house. Tommy and Katie ate their pizza while everyone sat in the living room and talked.
“So, Tommy, did she really beat you?” Tom asked, grinning.
“Yes. I’m not used to anyone shooting 30-footers,” he smiled as he glanced over at his beautiful cousin.
“I think if he practiced, he could beat me now and then,” Katie deadpanned, then burst out laughing.
A while later, Jennifer and Tommy were saying their goodbyes. Tommy and Katie couldn’t keep their eyes off of each other.
“I didn’t show you my trophies, Tommy,” Katie said. “Want to see them?”
“Sure,” he said, knowing that she was making an excuse for them to be alone for a moment.
They climbed the stairs. At the top of the stairs was a small room outside the two bedrooms. In it was a couple of chairs and a stereo that sat atop a trophy case. Jackson had had it made to display his daughter’s trophies and awards for various things, but most of them were basketball trophies.
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