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    "Your room is really nice," I said. Nate joined me on the bed and got on top of me, pinning my hands above my head.
     
    "Your pussy is really nice," he said. Then he was inside me again and I couldn't say anything else.
     
    He began to fuck me again, but this time he wasn't slow or gentle. He moved quickly and roughly, every thrust slamming deep inside me. The delicious mixture of pleasure and pain was something that I had never experienced before, but I soon found that I greatly enjoyed it. He continued to fuck me, all the while kissing and biting my nipples in a way that drove me wild. Because he had me pinned down by my wrists all I could do was lay there and take it, though I desperately wanted to reach out and touch him.
    It wasn't long before my arousal began to build again. With each thrust, another shock of pleasure was sent directly to my core. I knew I wouldn't last much long but I tried my best to prolong my pleasure for as long as I could.
     
    "Cum for me baby," said Nate, seeing how hard I was biting down on my bottom lip, "I want to see you cum again."
     
    I didn't have a choice. He gave another two thrusts and that was it. I couldn't hold on any longer. A wave of pleasure shot through my body as my every muscle seemed to convulse with bliss. I heard how loud my cries had gotten but I couldn't seem to silence them. I decided not to fight my arousal anymore and simply allowed the pleasure to settle after what seemed like an eternity.
    Nate looked down at me with a smile on his face, obviously pleased to see me cum so hard once again. After pausing to watch me orgasm he resumed fucking me the way he had been doing. My pussy was now so sensitive that every movement seemed to be amplified, every little bit of pleasure seemed to be tripled.
    Nate soon followed me to his climax. He gave a hard thrust before biting down hard on my nipple and filling me up with his warm seed. When he was finished he pulled out and lay down beside me, the two of us panting in silence for a long time.
     
     
    Nate
     
    It didn't take long for Ruby to freak out again. In fact, she didn't even let me have a power nap before she did. Fucking like that can take a lot out of you so I was already being tired when she suddenly started yelling.
     
    "This is wrong," she said, sitting up and looking at me like I was a monster and not a guy who had just spent the last two hours pleasuring her, "Oh god, this is so wrong. We were supposed to be platonic."
     
    I sighed, ready for the incoming freak out. I wondered if Ruby was also the kind of girl who eats a slice of cake and worries about it all day, or drinks a glass of wine on a weeknight and thinks she's an alcoholic. It was beginning to seem that way to me now.
     
    "What's wrong, Ruby?" I said, trying to keep the boredom from my voice. This was getting tedious now. She looked at me like I was an idiot.
     
    "What's wrong? What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong!" she said, "We're related! This is not right. We're cousins!"
     
    I rolled my eyes at her. She was still yapping on about that? Firstly, we weren't related by blood. We shared no common ancestors, no common siblings, and no common parents. Her mom and my step mom just happened to be sisters. Yeah, Sharon had always been the closest thing I had had to a mother growing up, but that was just what she was -the closest thing. Not a real mother. So we weren't related. It wasn't like we had even grown up together, given the fact that my step mother and her real mother couldn't be in a room together for more than ten minutes without a fight breaking out. We were about as related to each other as to most people we passed in the street. It was no big deal.
    Trying to bring this across to Ruby was another issue altogether. She did not understand how I could be so not bothered by this non-issue when it troubled her so much.
     
    "We're not cousins," I insisted. Ruby shook her head.
     
    "We are. It's wrong. What would Auntie Sharon