For about 10 years I’ve had feelings for my cousin, and she for me. This will be a bit of a slow build, because I figured I’d write a part about each encounter I’ve had with her (three in total).
A bit of background: Michelle and I are similar ages (she is just a year younger), and we rarely see each other. She lives a thouand kilometres away, and so we only see each other once every few years when there is a big Christmas bash or a family wedding.
The tension between us began when I was about 16 years old, and her family visited around Christmas. Growing up, we’d been close. But something changed when she jumped out of the car and we embraced for the first time in several years. Michelle’s bright green eyes were brighter than I remembered. Her lips had become full. They were small and plump, the sort of lips women pay millions in botux for. The last time we had seen each other, we had been kids. Now, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.