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Every summer. Every summer when school lets out and classes are no more. Every summer when the heat truly starts to rise and more people begin to wear shorts as opposed to jeans. Every summer when the skies truly are that bright blue, and the sun truly is that radiant gold. Every summer at the onset, they drive out...

Here...

They had done so since she was a child. For as long as she can remember, at the start of summer, her father would pack their things up in the family car/van/station wagon/whatever it is they owned at the time, and make the drive towards the south-east coastline. Even when they moved, they still made the trip. Even when they moved twice, they still made the trip. Even when they made plans to move a third time (though they didn't do that), they would have still made the trip.

Such was the importance of this trip. Not just to start off summer well with a quick vacation, but just to touch face with family. And their family? The North family? Their family was big.

That's a lot of faces to 'touch'.

When she was younger, she looked forward to this trip. One week. One long, lovely week of sunshine and beaches, where she gets to hang out with her extended family. Her aunts, her uncles, her cousins – which only grew in number as the years went by – she'd get to see them all, reconnect, and just have fun.

Doubly so since the only close relative around her age who lived nearby was her own brother. And, well, let's just say it would be nice to talk to other girls for a change. Ugh...

But that was then. That was years ago when she had that trademark North shine and brilliance to her. Things were different now. She had grown up, becoming the teen... no... sorry... becoming the young adult she was now. Years of growth and of maturity... and a graduation. And even before then...

A letter...

Poke...

“Heehee! Hey, Vivi! We're almost there.”

“Poke me again, and I'll break your finger...”

When you look at her, the first word that comes to mind is 'cool'. She was the type of girl who you would almost never see smiling like a bright beaming fool. Her eyes – eyes such a reddish brown that they were carmine – were almost always slanted in a visage of indifference or outright annoyance. And when those eyes shift towards you – glare at you – you too would be instantly snapped in place. Even by someone as small as her. Even by someone who was a bunny rabbit.

A hare to be specific, but... eh... whatever...

She had a graceful and lithe body befit for her species. Her strong and shapely legs. Her curvaceous hips. Her narrow waist. Her perky chest. It all made for a girl whose body had made her quite the catch among her peers in school, something she was aware of. Even her hair added to her allure, being long and blonde. So long that she often had it tied up in a bun at the top, while long locks fell along the side of her face like the golden edge of a portrait.

Wait. Sorry. Blonde? Well, her hair wasn't completely blonde. It was two-toned, being mostly blonde... but with black edges and tips. That's natural by the way.

When you're someone as attractive as her and you know it, then perhaps it's only natural that you dress more provocatively compared to others. Why bother hiding that which everyone deemed desirable? Even now that was true, what with her blue jean shorts, her sweatshirt that didn't come down to her navel, and her beloved, cropped green hoodie.

Her name was Vivian North. Or just 'Vivi' to her friends and family.

Due to her deviant looks, her morose nature, and her provocative clothing, many assumed she had a character as loose as her appearance. Many would be wrong. At least in the van she was riding in right now, she was perhaps the smartest person. Then again, could she really consider her brother as having any brains in his head?

“Hey, calm down, you two,” said their father, his gruff voice coming from the driver's seat, “That goes double for you, Conrad. I'm not going to have you bother your sister during our trip to Sundown Bay.”

“Yeah, yeah,” her brother replied, this wry grin on his lips as he leaned back in his chair, “You just can't wait to praise Vivian in front of the rest of the family.”

“And he should,” their mother replied, her tone bright and vibrant as her rabbit ears could be seen twitching from her seat, “We all should be proud of Vivian! It's not everyday that a North becomes a doctor!”

“I'm not a doctor yet,” Vivian replied with a roll of her eyes as she crossed her arms beneath her chest, “It's just an acceptance letter. Let's not make it out to be a bigger deal than it is.”

“It's not just an acceptance letter,” replied her father, he too visibly bouncing in his chair, “It's an acceptance letter to the best college this side of the country! You're going to Bellgrove, Vivi! Bellgrove! I don't think I need to explain more than that! Bellcrest is a city so expensive, I can't even look at it!”

“Ugh... just leave it alone...” Vivian replied with a roll of her eyes as she gazed out towards the window.

Lazily, she watched as other cars and buildings blurred by as they rolled down the highway. But even beyond the music that played in their car, or the various sounds of other cars rushing by, she heard something in the distance. The sounds of... rushing waves... of chirping seagulls... of wind and sand. The beach. They were close.

“I hope you two are excited to see your family,” said their mother as she bounced in her chair, “Oooooh! It's been so long since I saw everyone! I can't wait to see little Nina again! I'm sure she's grown into a fine young girl with all of those sports she plays!” she then shook in place, her eyes closing shut as she fought back tears, “Oooooh! The next generation are all growing up! Soon, it'll be Nina's turn to graduate! And Matthew's too! And... and...! Oh! Veronica!” her mother shifted in her chair, looking over her shoulder towards Vivian, “Vivi! You remember Veronica, right? You two were real close growing up! She's only a year older than you, right?”

“Veronica...?” Vivian repeated, “I... hgh...”

Crossing her arms, the blonde hare gazed out the window to her left, once more watching as buildings and cars drifted by. That name – Veronica – was the name of her cousin. Though considering how close they were in the past, one could argue they were more like sisters.

Veronica was the oldest of their generations of Norths, being nineteen. Vivian was the second oldest, being eighteen. Vivian was an older sister, and Veronica was an older sister... although... Veronica's side of the family was easily larger, as she was the older sister of seven kids. Still, when they used to live close to one another, Veronica and Vivian were nearly inseparable. They weren't just the older sisters to their specific brothers and sisters. In a way, they were everyone's older sisters.

But things changed. Times passed, and Vivian moved away. Yes, she and Veronica stayed in contact, but as they grew older, that contact began to weaken. They had their own lives to get to; their own schools and their own friend groups, just to name a few. Their personalities changed too... but... no... that's not true. Veronica was the same, wasn't she? She still had that North niceness, that North sweetness, that North kindness. It was Vivian who changed, becoming more cool... and also more jaded.

But that didn't matter. Even with their shifts in demeanor, Vivian remembered the last time they met up, they spoke for hours; almost as if nothing changed. So why? Why did the name 'Veronica' make Vivian gaze away and grow so defensive? Well... it was simple...

Last year – shortly after graduation in fact – Veronica came out as a lesbian.

To her parents, hell, to some of her aunts and uncles – Vivian's parents included – her coming out wasn't a surprise. Sure, Veronica may not have been overtly attracted to girls in the past, but the signs had been there for years. And with the North family being as large and as accepting as it was, no one treated Veronica any differently. She was still the eldest of her generation, still sweet, still kind, still nice. Nothing about her was different, just the people who she wanted to go out with.

And yet...

And yet...

“Of course I remember her, Mom,” Vivian replied with a roll of her eyes, “Last I saw her was at her graduation. You make it seem like I haven't seen her for years...”

“Hm... graduation... that was a year ago now, right?” her father mumbled, “Oh boy... it feels like only yesterday that she was hopping up and down around our house as a toddler. It's crazy that she's grown up into such a fine young woman.”

“She's going to college too!” said her mother, “Natalie said she's going for culinary arts. Says Veronica wants to be a chef or a baker in the future! Oooooh!” her mother hopped in place, “It makes me so sad sharing all of this! Everyone's growing so fast, Jeffery! I wish they could just stay young forever! I don't want them to grow up too soon!”

“Don't say that, Lara,” said her father – Jeffery – with a dismissive wave of his hand, “We should be happy they're growing up!”

“Yeah!” her brother interjected “Now Dad can convert Vivi's room into that workout room he's always wanted! And I get the TV aaaallllll to myself!”

“Tch! Don't make me laugh...” Vivian snarled.

Her brother, her mother, her father; they all laughed at Vivian's annoyed response, only causing the blonde even more ire towards her family. But she said nothing, instead rolling her eyes and crossing her arms as she once more gazed out the window.

A part of her wanted to pull out her phone and disassociate from the entire situation. In fact, that's all she's wanted to do since graduating from high school. Vivian was the top performer of her school; the valedictorian no less. In the eyes of not just her alumni, but her parents as well, she was a young genius. And because of her great intellect, she was accepted into the prestigious Bellgrove University so that she could learn medicine.

It had been her dream since she was a child to become a doctor. To own her own private practice, and treat patients who come to her. And after so many years of hard work - of reading books well beyond her age, and even taking college courses while still being a sophomore – her dream was coming true. So why? Why with college just a stone's throw away, did she feel so... so... so...

Bleh...

When she closed her eyes, Vivian saw not the gleaming future she had dreamed about for so long. Instead, she saw the depressing weight of reality... and three words that had been gaining power within the depths of her mind.

Not... good... enough...

“Nngh....!”

“Something wrong, Vivi?” her brother asked, causing her to glance over towards him, “You look like you stubbed your toe.”

“I'm fine...” she growled back.

“Quiet down, you two!” their father suddenly said, “Look outside! We're here!”

Sundown Bay. A humble little beach-side town, it was both incredibly thick with foliage and grass, while also being a bustling concrete community. All of which overlooked the small yet still beautiful beach, whose softly rolling waves could be heard even beyond the cars and people.

Their car drove through the town, passing by various structures, buildings and people. Vivian perked up as it all drifted by, while her mind thought back to past days. She remembered that building. She remembered that other building. She remembered that road. She remembered that other road. She remembered all these places. And, of course, she remembered the boardwalk that stretched out from Sundown Bay, and extended towards the ocean.

But there were new things here too.

That was a new building. That was a new store. That was a new road. That was a new gas station. There weren't changes that made Sundown Bay overtly different, but just enough changes to make a few things feel odd.

Their car turned, shifting onto a road that led them away from Sundown Bay's main street. Coming to a neighborhood more densely populated by houses, Vivian straightened up even further. Changes here were even more apparent compared to the rest of the town. There were new houses here that weren't here before, old houses being renovated, and some houses that once were populated but were now empty.

“Here it iiiiiiissssss!!!” said their mother as she threw her hand up, “Ooooh! Look at the cars! Looks like Grandma is already here! Oh! Carol and Zack are here too! Hmm... but it doesn't look like Natalie and Stanley are here yet...”

“Well they got seven kids, Lara,” her father replied, “Calm down and give 'em some time. They'll show up sooner rather than later!”

They turned, driving up into the driveway of a house that already had two other cars parked into it. It was a big house; not the largest house in the neighborhood, but damn near close. A picket fence surrounded it, a lovely front yard stretched out from it, its garage was large enough to accommodate two cars, the house itself stood over two stories tall, and it all covered quite a large amount of space. Hmm... maybe it was the largest house in the neighborhood. Then again, it had to be with how large the North family was.

When they parked in the driveway, it didn't take long for her family to get out. Vivian heard her mother squeal, she heard her father tell her brother to help take out their luggage, and she heard her brother groan in annoyed acceptance. But she herself took a few moments longer to get out of the car, and when she did, she paused to stare at the neighborhood around her.

The more things change, the more things stay the same. That old axiom continued to play in Vivian's head as she looked around towards her surroundings. The old houses, the renovated houses, the new houses. The old families, the new families, the outright replaced families. It all left Vivian feeling... twisted on the inside.

The next house over belonged to the Greene family. Or, well, it once belonged to the Greene family. A 'FOR SALE' sign sat on its lawn, and it looked like it hadn't been lived in for a year. It's not like Vivian knew the Greene family – she remembered having a conversation with their son once or twice in the past – but knowing they were no longer here helped reaffirm something for her.

Times were changing. Why did that leave her feeling so... bleh...

“C'mon, Vivian!” her father suddenly called, “Grandma wants to see you!”

“Y-yeah...” the blonde replied whilst turning, “I... I'm coming...”

…

The North family was nice. They were always nice. Being nice wasn't just an attribute they had; being nice was a part of their blood. You'd probably never meet a North who wasn't nice; who wasn't affectionate. It's natural when it comes to bunnies; they are a very sociable species. So what do you do when your core personality is being cool and distant? Well...

You brace for impact...

“AAAYYYIIIIII!!! Vivian! You've grown SOOOOOO much!”

“Mmm... hey Aunt Car-- MMMPH!?”

Aunt Carol North was always a bit of a meathead. Really big, really strong, especially for a hare. And while she wasn't a North by blood – she married into the family from her uncle Zack – she was a North by nature. That tight embrace could squeeze the air out of a bear!

“Let the girl go, Carol,” her father rang from behind, “We can't let you go killing our future doctor!”

“Oh rrriiiiiggghhht!” said Carol as she released her hold on Vivian, allowing her to flop to the floor like a fish on dry land, “She's gonna be a doctor soon, isn't she? Aaaayyiiiiii! Bellgrove University too? That's soooooooo amazing!”

“Bhe... aah...” Vivi mumbled on the floor.

Reaching up to grab the nearby table, the blonde hare stood up on staggered feet, while her eyes swirled in her head. That was the first hug she'd receive of many throughout the week. She needed to get her defenses up if she was planning on surviving.

Yup. A typical North family greeting.

Vivian eventually worked herself up to her feet, and sat upon her nearby chair. Her carmine eyes then swept around the room. She was in the kitchen, along with aaaalll of the adults in her family. There were her parents of course – her father Jeffery, who was lean and fit, and her mother Lara, who was short and bouncy. There was her aunt and uncle – the aforementioned Aunt Carol, and her Uncle Zack, the shorter, though no less burly, rabbit. And at the end of the table was her grandfather, Leonard – a mature rabbit with graying hair and surprisingly strong posture for a man his age. And next to him was their grandmother, Miranda...

Who was a wolf.

Surprising for a bunch of bunnies, huh? Then again, that would probably explain why the men in their family were so damn strong.

These were the adults of their family... and they were still missing a few. Some aunts and uncles couldn't make the trip – like her Uncle Nathan, or her Aunt Lucy. Not too big a problem, really. What was a problem – at least for Vivian – was the fact that she was sitting here.

At the adult table.

There was something oddly heavy about this. Vivian could feel an invisible weight being pushed down upon her shoulders, and it made her feel so small. That feeling grew worse because everyone – everyone – was looking directly at her. Her Aunt Carol, her Uncle Zack, her grandfather Leonard, her grandmother Miranda, her parents too; they all stared at Vivian.

On the inside, Vivi felt tiny. Her parents and loved ones all felt like large, imposing monoliths that loomed over her, making her feel even smaller. Their incredible presence grew even stronger as she read the smiles on their lips. They had nothing but love for her, belief in her. And in return, all she could feel were her own fears.

That she wasn't... that she couldn't... that she... bleh.

But again, that was on the inside. On the outside, her face remained cool and apathetic, as her ear bent over, and she raised an eyebrow.

“What's wrong? Is something on my face?” Vivi asked.

“Oh don't be so coy,” said her grandmother, her voice snapping the hare in place, “Well! Don't keep us waitin'! Lara's been blowin' up all of our phones talkin' about how you got accepted into that university! Uh... hm... what's it's name again?”

“Bellgrove University, love,” said her grandfather.

“Ooooh... right! Bellgrove University,” the aged wolfess repeated, “If memory serves, that was your first choice of college, wasn't it? So you must be overjoyed knowin' you're gonna go there! And you're gonna be livin' on campus, right?”

“Well... uh... y-yeah...” Vivian mumbled, her facade cracking slightly as she stared down towards the surface of the table she sat at, “I mean... yeah, I'm happy to be going to Bellgrove, but...” she shook her head, “It's... not really that big a deal. College is no different from school, I guess. I wake up early, go to classes, come back to the dorms when they're over, and... yeah. Only now, Mom, Dad, and definitely Conrad won't be there to annoy me.”

“I heard that!” her brother's voice echoed through the wall.

“You don't have to be so modest,” said her Aunt Carol as she leaned over on her elbows, “And you don't have to be so humble! Lara was positively screaming when she called us about your acceptance letter. I'd think you would've been overjoyed, instead of the way you're looking now,” she shook her head, “Oh Vivian, you never change!”

Everyone laughed, guiding Vivi to chuckle too in an attempt to play things off. In reality, she wanted to deflect from any further conversations directed towards herself... something she knew would be impossible. Her dreams of being a doctor, and the fact that she was on her first steps towards becoming one, made her the closest any North had to becoming a celebrity among their humble family. They were bound to ask her more questions... and she was going to have to answer them sooner or later.

Thankfully...

Vrrrrrm...!

“Hm?”

“Huh?”

“Oh... I think that's Stan and Natty's car.”

The sound of a car driving into their driveway drew attention away from the blonde hare. Everyone gazed at the door, while her parents were quick to get up to their feet first. Even Vivian straightened up, though she remained in her chair.

Soon, everyone else stood up from the table, but she played it cool. Instead of joining them to greet the rest of her family at the door, Vivian reached into her jacket to pull out her phone and earphones. She wanted to be anywhere but here; to not have to face the smiling faces and reassuring words of her Uncle Stanley, her Aunt Natalie, her baby cousins... and her.

But Vivian knew it was inevitable. Even beyond her earphones, her sensitive ears could hear her mother squeal, could hear her father laugh, could hear Carol praise Natalie's figure, and could hear the pounding feet of her baby cousins. Hell, she could even hear the many hugs they gave out, along with the 'I've missed yous!' and the 'How's it goings?'.

And then she heard footsteps. One pair came towards her, one that was louder than the rest. It was a pair of feet that were familiar to Vivian. It was a pair of feet that she remembered. Even after all this time – even when they were so far away from one another – she could remember... her.

And she raised her hand. And she brought her hand over. And she extended her index finger. And she poked Vivian in the shoulder.

Poke... Poke...

“Vivi...?”

When Veronica came out as being a lesbian, Vivian remembered playing it off cool. It's whatever, she said to her parents, It's not like Veronica's gonna get a bunch of piercings and change her hair to some rainbow color, or whatever.

She said it as a joke... but... deep down inside, a part of her was afraid that would be true. That night even, Vivian had some stupid dream about her cousin, where Veronica played to every lesbian stereotype she had seen on TV. Would she be more of a butch? Attempting to speak with a deeper voice, and wearing clothes that were more masculine? Or would she be more alternative? Wearing cut-off jeans and fishnet tights, with that aforementioned rainbow hairdo?

Both sounded impossible when ascribed to Veronica North.

Veronica North was... short. She wasn't masculine and manly at all! She was this cute, rounded, curvy bunny girl, with short brown hair, and the brownest of brown eyes. The only sparkle of color came from her rabbit ears, which were as white as Vivian's.

In a way, Veronica was plain. If anyone was going to wear cut-off jeans and fishnet tights, it would be Vivian. Not Veronica. Not sweet, kind, plain Veronica. She was always wearing form-fitting and comfortable sweaters, or sundresses. Not that she couldn't be adventurous, but more that she just tended not to be adventurous.

Veronica was also very... um... full-figured. As time went on, her slightly-older cousin grew thiccer in all the right areas. Her legs got plumper, her hips got wider, her butt got fatter (something Vivian used to tease her about), and her chest got bigger too (something Veronica used to tease her about).

Veronica was, well, somewhat of a girly-girl. Not vapid and stupid, no, far from that, but certainly feminine and dainty. She had the attributes one would assign to a girl, being thoughtful, kind, sweet, helpful, and one hell of a cook. Putting it lightly, the brunette bunny was very motherly. There's a reason why all the young kids saw her as their big sister, even Conrad.

So with all that in mind, Vivian tried. Vivian tried so damn hard to think of Veronica North – her cousin, her sister, her best friend – as a lesbian. She tried to think of aaaalllll the changes that would bring. She tried to imagine Veronica as being a butch, or being alternative, or being whatever! And she just... couldn't do it. In her head, all Vivian saw was... well... Veronica.

And after a few more...

Poke... Poke...

And another soft...

“Vivi...? Are you okay?”

The blonde hare finally looked over. And...

She saw the same brown hair. She saw the same brown eyes. She saw the same white ears. She saw the same short stature. She saw the same full figure. She saw the same pink sundress. She saw the same black heels. She saw the same kind, loving, nurturing, sweet, and motherly smile. And, yes, she saw those same busty breasts that annoyed her to no end. Speaking of which...

“Come on, Veronica,” Vivian groaned with a roll of her eyes... and a blush on her cheeks, “Cover your chest up, your siblings are running around...”

“Ehehehehe... sorry, Vivi,” said Veronica as her cousin stood up from her chair.

An awkward air hovered around them for a few moments. The last time they saw each other was at Veronica's graduation. Being the first of their generation to graduate from high school, damn-near everyone in their family came just to cheer her on. It didn't matter that she wasn't valedictorian, or salutatorian, or any kind of '-torian' that could exist. The mere fact that she had graduated at all was a feat worth celebrating.

In the eyes of the adults, it was a sign of the changing times. The children were growing up, and becoming adults themselves. In Vivian's eyes however, it was a sign of her approaching dread. Even at that point, it had become clear that the blonde hare was going to graduate at the top of her class.

A part of her wished she had Veronica's modesty.

“Wow, Vivi...” said the brunette bunny as she looked her cousin up and over, “You're... so much taller than I am now. Heeheehee! I barely come up to your shoulders!”

“Then you're really boned,” Vivian replied whilst crossing her arms, “You're already small as is, Veronica.”

She giggled at Vivi's response, even hopped up and down in place. Those few bounces – tepid though they may be – sent a quake through her body which was exceedingly noticeable. The sight of which caused the blonde hare to roll her eyes... before looking back towards her cousin. Veronica had stopped hopping in place, instead extending her arms out while this approachable smile sat on her face.

Vivian knew what came next. It was inevitable. Run from it. Hide from it. There is no escaping the North family hug. And while her aunt Carol damn-near squeezed the life out of her, Vivian was not so defensive that she'd deny her cousin a loving embrace.

So she extended her arms to meet Veronica, and the both of them moved in unison.

But it wasn't a hug for just a hug's sake. For Vivian, it was her chance to test something. So far, there was nothing about Veronica that was out of the ordinary. From her looks to her temperament, the blonde hare couldn't tell if her cousin was any different from how she was a year ago, or two years ago, or even three years ago. Maybe then through this hug she could feel something different?

Ah... oh... hm... hhff... hmm...

No. Even through this hug, there was nothing different about Veronica. Her cousin embraced her with the same strength, the same warmth, the same love. It's like coming out as a lesbian was as simple for Veronica as wearing a different pair of shoes. There was a change for her, yes, but it wasn't that big of a deal.

“Aaaaaaaawwwww!” a voice rang from the side, causing Vivian's eyes to shoot open, “Look at them hugging! I have to take a picture of this!”

Her head snapped up and over. Nearby was her Aunt Natalie: Veronica's mother. She was just as plump and pleasant as Veronica was, being just as short, just as brunette, and just as curvy after pumping seven children out of her womb. And in her hand was her phone which she pointed forward just in time to--

“No, wait, I--”

Click!

That was a very unflattering photo for the photo book. Ugh.

…

“You all really should have been there!” Jeffery, his voice echoing loudly through the room, “When we got that letter, Lara couldn't believe it! You all saw the picture we sent, right? How golden it looked, and that bell on the surface of it? We couldn't believe it! We still can't believe it! At the time, Vivi was just sitting upstairs listening to her music. So I decided to call her downstairs with my big, gruff voice, like she'd done something wrong. She came downstairs, and was all like... 'What?', acting as if... I mean... gah! You should've saw her face; she didn't think anything was weird. And I kept acting like she'd done something wrong. But Lara couldn't keep it up; she was practically breaking from the seams! That's when Vivi began to catch on that something was wrong. She asked 'What?' again, and Lara finally broke down. I swear, for ten minutes straight, all Lara did was laugh and cry with joy; it was incredible! We didn't even know if she'd been accepted or not! Maybe this letter was them telling us 'No', or something. But... no... we knew. And when Lara gave Vivi that letter... ah... you should've saw how her face brightened up. She almost didn't want to open it up because of how excited and scared she was. But you know Vivi; nothing can keep her down for long. Still, she was soooooo meticulous with opening that envelope. It's like she didn't want to rip it too much. And when she got it open, and she pulled out that letter... like... ah... I swear, she must've read it two, three, four times. She got accepted. She's going to Bellgrove University!”

Ugh... if she had to hear her father tell that story one more time, she was going to blow her brains out.

If it wasn't clear before, allow me to repeat myself; the North family summer home was large. There were multiple rooms in this house that could hope upwards of twenty people if need be. And with aaaaalllllll the bunnies running around, that was a godsend. And it was in one such room that they were all gathered around.

It was a room with sliding window doors that led to the backyard, and had a design that reminded a person of a sea. The walls were white and blue, the floor had a white rug on it, and there were even portraits of beaches and boats on its walls.

Be it the adults like their parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents, and the numerous children who were darting around; everyone was gathered in the room, sitting in chairs, on couches, or on the floors if you were a child. And everyone was listening to Jeffery retell the same story he had already told a dozen times on phone calls.

It was all so... self-congratulatory.

Vivian was the woman of the hour: the one who everyone had their eyes on, even as her father told the story. And, honestly, she'd rather be anywhere but here at the moment. Instead of preening herself, or enjoying the story, the blonde hare had her nose stuck squarely in her phone. Even as her family laughed, and praised her, and congratulated her... she kept her nose stuck in her phone. She wasn't even looking up anything important; there were no videos she wanted to watch, no music she wanted to listen to, no messages she needed to read, and no updates on social media she cared about. She just wanted to dissociate from this situation.

Well... not fully.

There was one person who gained her attention. One person whom she couldn't help but to steal glances at, like they was some sort of specter. No, it wasn't her father. No, it wasn't her grandparents. And, no, it definitely wasn't Conrad.

Occasionally, Vivian would pull her gaze away from her phone and look over to her right... where she'd see Veronica staring back at her, a warm smile on her face. The hare sat close, but not too close. The sundress she wore – this yellow number with a halter top – clung to the curves of her short and stacked body to the point that one could see the outline of her body beneath. And – of course – there was her chest.

Veronica's big breasts strained against the top of her sundress. Not enough to be lewd, or promiscuous, or anything like that, but certainly enough to draw attention to just how endowed she was. Her chest only grew more tantalizing with the way she breathed, causing her bosom to expand ever so slightly... before settling back down with a luscious wobble.

Jeeze... why was she so fucking busty? Merely seeing it was enough to make Vivian's cheeks turn red. But why? Was she flustered because of how inadequate she felt? Or was she flustered because of... something else?

Ah...

“But enough about us!” said Lara, drawing attention to herself, “What about you, Veronica? You've been going to college for a year now, haven't you? How's it been? And could you give any pointers to Vivian? She's been really antsy about going to Bellgrove!”

“M-Mom!” Vivi shouted with red cheeks, while Veronica gave a mirthful chuckle.

“Golly! Well... I won't say my college experience will be quite like Vivi's,” said the brunette bunny as she flashed her cousin a cheeky smile, “I'm not going anywhere nearly as prestigious as Bellgrove University. I'm just going to a community college not too far from Mom and Dad. I live on campus, but... I can always take a metro train back home on the weekends.”

“You live on campus? But why bother if you can live at home?” asked Lara as her head tilted to the side.

“It was Veronica's choice,” Stanley spoke up, answering for his daughter, “Natalie and I tried to talk her out of it, but Veronica wouldn't be convinced. Even when I said it would be cheaper just to live at home, she wasn't going to back down.”

“She's just as stubborn as her father,” Natalie added with a giggle.

Everyone laughed at Natalie's joke. Everyone... but Vivian. The blonde hare instead looked down as she replayed this new information in her head. Veronica wasn't staying at home? She had moved to live on campus at her community college? Even more so, she wasn't attending a traditional college, but a community college, where dormitory living was even rarer?

If Veronica could do it... then maybe Vivian could... ah...

The blonde hare slowly pulled her gaze up. Once more her carmine eyes fell on Veronica... who stared back at her. Even though everyone was laughing, her cousin had this warm and inviting smile on her lips. The same smile she always had, even way back when they were children.

Veronica was always a relentless fountain of optimism and positivity. It was downright annoying at times. Doubly so now, since Vivian was still grappling with her feelings towards her, and her recent coming out.

Like, no, it's not that Vivi is homophobic or anything. Veronica being straight, gay, or whatever isn't an issue for her! But... guh! There was just something here, something about it, something about her that left the blonde hare's stomach in knots. She couldn't explain it...

“MOOOOOOMMM!!!” one of her baby cousins cried out. It was one of Veronica's little sisters, Catherine, “You said we'd go to the beach when we got here!”

“I did, didn't I?” said Natalie with this beaming smile on her face, “But I figured after the drive, you'd all be tired.”

“I-I'm not tired!” the little bunny said, “I haven't seen the beach in months! I wanna see it! I wanna see, wanna see it, wanna see it!”

“Calm down...” said Stanley sternly as he gazed at his daughter, causing her bouncing antics to come to a halt, “How about... hmm...” he looked over, gazing over towards his eldest daughter, “Ask your sister, Veronica. If she's too tired to go, then you'll have to wait until tomorrow to go to the beach.”

“Veronica?” said Catherine... before she quickly spun around to face her older sister.

With that same bouncing energy, the little bunny hopped up to her older sister, her hands clasped together in this pleading pose as she looked up with her big, wide, brown eyes.

“Veerrroonnicccaaaa! Can we go to the beach, please huh please!?”

Veronica wasn't even given the chance to respond before her little sister was joined by her other five siblings. All of them surrounded her on her chair, gazing at her with those big, wide, brown, pleading eyes of theirs, practically begging to go to the beach as soon as humanly possible. She looked back at them, her mouth opening several times to make an answer... before sighing as she took a thoughtful pose.

“Hnmmmmm...” Veronica mumbled playfully to herself, “I don't know... it has been a long drive here. I could use the walk. Buuuuuuuut, I could use some sleep as well. Hmmmm...”

Vivian rolled her eyes. She already knew what the answer was going to be; how could Veronica possibly say 'no' to her siblings when they were practically on their hands and knees begging her to go? And the brunette's playful teasing only drew out their suffering, because many of them were too young to realize she was being sarcastic.

What Vivian didn't anticipate was what Veronica said next.

“How about... we can go... but only if Vivi comes with us.”

“What?”

Vivian flinched like she had been slapped. In that instant, she was surrounded by her baby cousins, who now circled around her as they had done their older sister. Eyes wide and face blank, the blonde bunny looked at Catherine, and then the rest of Veronica's siblings, while the brunette bunny giggled not too far away. That annoying rabbit; she was going to pull her ears for this!

But for all of Vivian's actions, for her standoffish nature, and her dismissive tone towards her family and their friendly nature... she was still a North by blood. So when all of these faces looked so desperate to go to the beach that some of them were on the verge of tears, what could she say outside of--

“Ugh... fine... hurry up and get your shoes on; we'll leave as soon as we can.”

“YEEEAAAAAAAHHH!!!”

The building damn-near exploded with how loud her baby cousin's got, causing Vivian to flinch again. They didn't stop there though, as they began racing around the room, darting from wall to wall like ping-pong balls. Groaning to herself, Vivi thought briefly about taking back her choice, but knew it was impossible. Instead, she glared at Veronica... who stared back at her with a smirk on her lips.

“You're gonna pay for this, Veronica...” Vivian growled, making the brunette giggle.

“Eheheheheh... sorry, Vivi,” she replied with a teasing tone.

Ugh. Whatever. It's just a trip to the beach. Besides, she didn't bring her swimsuit just for it to collect dust in her suitcase, did she? Wait... swimsuit? Then that means... uh... did Veronica bring a swimsuit too? Wait... why would that matter? Why should she care? Hmph!

“Come on... let's get going,” said Vivian as she stood up from her chair.

“Heeheehee... I'm right behind you, Vivi.”

If anything, the sand and ocean waves would help take her mind off of her life... maybe... hopefully.

Yeeeaaaaaaah...

…

The walk down to the beach was a straight-shot from the neighborhood thanks to the various sidewalks that run through Sundown Bay. They just needed to head down this way, turn that way, turn this way, then walk forward. Crossing the street was no issue, and before they knew it, the concrete of the city was replaced with the wood of the boardwalk. There were various structures on this pier, be they storefronts, vendors, carnival games, and – in this case – changing rooms.

“Hmmmph...! Nggh! There! That's it...”

Vivian straightened up and turned to her left, looking at herself in the mirror. Gone were her jeans and sweatshirt, and replacing it was a one-piece bikini. It was jet black with burgundy stripes running along its sides. Highlegged, it flaunted the curves of her hips and waist, while the bikini as a whole clung close to her body like a second layer of skin.

As arrogant as it was to say, Vivian was proud of her body. How could she not be when she was as naturally beautiful as she was? And with her bikini on, it's like the beauty of her body was on display for all to see. The curves and contours of her graceful and lithe frame, the posture and how she carried herself, and, yes, the perkiness of her chest: it was all framed by her swimsuit, which would only further draw attention to how elegant her body was.

At least... that's who Vivi felt as she gazed upon her reflection. Left and right she posed and pouted like she was some model on a walkway. And after she had lifted her ego significantly, she grabbed her cropped hoodie from off a nearby hook and swung it on her shoulders, before turning to exit the changing room.

The sun fell upon Vivian, coaxing her to raise her arm over her head, showering her face in shade. And as she grinned from cheek to cheek, she gazed out over the promenade, watching all the people walk by. The pier was always a popular spot in Sundown Bay. It didn't matter what time of day or what part of the year, it was almost always filled with people enjoying their time. Perhaps it was because of all the carnival rides... or maybe the Ferris wheel that sat at the end of it all. Perhaps they'll ride one later on? Maybe... maybe not.

Now then...

“Hey, Veronica,” said Vivian as she faced the next changing room over, “Are you done in--” Eearrrk! “There?”

Suddenly... bunnies! Out of nowhere were her many, many baby cousins, all running out of the room in a sea of rushing bodies and bouncing feet. They nearly knocked Vivian over with how excited they were! But the blonde hare stood her ground as she watched them all run for the stairs that led to the beach proper.

“Slow down!” she shouted, “Dale! Stop that! Ah! Catherine! Jacob! Rrrggh! You're really beginning to tick me off! Nina! You're older than that! Gah!” she then paused as she faced the changing room door, “What the hell, Veronica? Weren't you keeping them in order?”

“Ehehehehe... sorry, Vivi,” her cousin's voice echoed from the changing room's depths, “They were a bit active. Everyone's so excited to see the beach.”

“That's still no excuse. Aren't you the mature... one...?”

Veronica emerged from the changing room, and...

Ah... hm... hff...

What was it Vivian felt before? Pride with how she looked? How graceful and lithe her body was? How perky her chest was? The overall grace of her physique? Vivi was a very beautiful and attractive young woman; anyone with eyes could see that! So why did she suddenly feel so... inadequate?

The term 'shortstack' often gets thrown around haphazardly these days. Just because a girl is short and has big boobs, that does not mean they are a shortstack. There are several attributes they need in order to truly be considered a shortstack.

So this is 100% true without an ounce of hesitation or hyperbole. Veronica North was a shortstack!

The brunette bunny emerged from the changing room in all of her bikini-clad glory. Her two-piece bikini, to be exact. On her busty chest she wore a white frilled bikini top... which barely came down to cover the bottom of her breasts. Her matching white bikini bottoms weren't much better, being nearly paper thin as it gripped her waist and covered her groin.

Despite the somewhat skimpy nature of her swimsuit, there was also something majestic about her attire. Around her hips she wore a translucent sarong that ran in shades of blue and green, while on her head she wore a straw hat that wouldn't look out of place on the head of some fair maiden. Even the white sandals on her feet helped heighten her sense of majesty.

But it was what she carried in hand that completed the look, for Veronica emerged with a paper umbrella in hand, one she was quick to open up with a--

Fwwwip!

Lifting it up, the brunette bunny looked up at her cousin with that warm smile on her face, while the shadows from her umbrella kept her comfortable. Vivian gawked back, her carmine eyes racing up and down her cousin's voluptuous body. From her heaving breasts, to her wide hips, to her thicc thighs, and even her slim midsection. Sure, she might not have been as lean as Vivian was, but that didn't matter when all of her assets were so damn big!

Vivi's cheeks were an intense red as her eyes scrambled upon Veronica's body. It got to the point that her cousin tilted her head in concern as she looked up at her.

“Vivi...?” she said, “Is... everything okay?”

“Everything's fine, Veronica,” she snapped back as she returned to reality, “Let's just get going before everyone gets lost...”

With a huff, Vivian turned around and began marching off, heading for the staircase that led to the beach. Veronica lingered behind briefly, her face becoming one of concern, before she quickly rushed over to join her cousin. Together, they walked down the stairs to step upon the beach proper, their eyes tracked on their younger family members to make sure no one got too far away.

They flipped and frolicked within the ocean waves, chasing each other, playing tag, and generally had fun as children do. But Vivian felt different. Having found an empty lounge chair, she sat upon it, but did not relax and recoil. Instead she hugged her knees close while her eyes remained locked on the kids before her.

“Vivi...” said Veronica as she sat on the lounge chair next to her, “Did you... want to go play in the water too?”

“Why would I do that?” Vivian asked as her gaze cut to the distance, “What? Do I look like a child?”

“Hm... n-no... but...” Veronica shook her head, “It's not... you don't have to be a child to have fun, Vivian.”

“I don't want to prance in the water like a toddler, Veronica,” the blonde snarled as she dismissively waved her hand, “Everyone else can – you can if you want to – but I'm going to sit right here.”

Did her words and tone come off as being harsh? She didn't mean to sound so abrasive... but she didn't exactly take it back either. She also couldn't bring herself to look at Veronica, instead hoping her cousin would just leave her alone for a few moments.

But Veronica didn't leave. She did the opposite of leave. She moved in a little closer. Vivian tensed up as she noticed her cousin scoot closer and closer until...

Bump...

Their hips tapped one another.

Sitting on this lounge chair, both Vivian and Veronica gazed towards the beach, watching as their siblings and cousins played in the water. Her close proximity left the blonde hare shaking; she wanted to tell her to go away, but she lacked the strength – and the desire – to do so. Veronica took advantage of this, as she began to outright lean on her cousin's shoulder, resting against her.

“Are you excited about going to college?” the brunette asked, to which Vivian shrugged her shoulders.

“It's whatever...” she replied offhandedly, “I'll be living on campus, but my family lives too far away from me. I probably won't be able to see them often, even on weekends.”

“Oh... that's so scary,” Veronica replied, “Golly... I couldn't imagine not being able to see Mum and Dad for so long.”

“That's rich coming from you,” Vivian remarked whilst leering at Veronica, “You moved on campus, even when you didn't have to. If you miss your family so much, why don't you stay with them?”

“It's not that I didn't consider it,” Veronica answered, “And it was a really difficult choice for me to make. I wanted so desperately to stay at home, and my Dad was right; it would've been cheaper to just stay at home. But...” she shook her head, “I realized something. That... I wouldn't be able to find myself if I stayed at home.”

“Find yourself...?” Vivian repeated, “Tch... you sound like some hipster with a blog...”

“Heeheehee... maybe... but...” she shook her head, “That's how I felt. Aaah...” closing her eyes, Veronica sank slightly, “I've lived at home all my life. I've never even gone on any camping trips with school mates. Not like you. You used to be in all of those clubs, and you even stayed that summer with Uncle Bennie over in Belmond once. Hff...” she shook her head, “You've experienced so much, Vivian. I'm a little jealous.”

“Tch... there's nothing to be jealous about,” Vivian retorted, “There's nothing I've done that's special. Everyone's just... making mountains out of molehills...”

“H-how could you say that?” Veronica asked as she looked at her cousin, “You're going to Bellgrove University! That's one of the top colleges on this side of the country! You've wanted to go there for years, even when we were little... I... I thought you'd be ecstatic about going...”

“Well... I guess you were wrong about me,” Vivian replied whilst crossing her arms defensively, “We both were...”

“Both... were...?” Veronica repeated as she clutched her umbrella close, “What... what do you mean by that?”

“Isn't it obvious?” the blonde snarled whilst gazing at her confused cousin, “When did you figure it out, hm? When did you figure out you were gay? Was that something you learned while at college when you were 'finding yourself'?”

“I... aah... I...”

Veronica flinched. Vivian's tone – whether she meant to sound this way – came off as accusatory. Like the brunette bunny had committed some sort of crime, and was now being grilled for it. She didn't know what to say at first, as her mouth hung open and her eyes darted around. But then she took a deep deep breath, regaining her composure... while gripping her umbrella even tighter.

“Maybe... a part of me always knew,” Vivian answered, “I mean... I was never that into boys... and... thinking back on it... there were a lot of times I was really flustered around girls. Just thinking about all the times I got all rattled in the girl's changing room, makes so much sense to me now. Hm... but it was... on prom. I went to prom with this really sweet guy, and we had a lovely time. We had been friends for years, so when he asked me out to prom, I agreed. And... at night, he asked if he could kiss me. I said ‘yes’, and... I was so excited. It was going to be my first kiss, but...”

“But... what...?”

Veronica didn't answer... not right away. Instead she gazed to the side, her face falling flat as if experiencing – or, more accurately, reliving – something disappointing.

“I didn't feel anything...” she answered, “It was a nice kiss. It should have been a nice kiss, but...” she shook her head, “I just... it just... didn't feel good. It didn't feel like anything. It felt so... bland...” she then shrunk down, “Can I tell you something, Vivi? Hm... I feel bad about it. Like... like I lied to my prom date. I wanted to enjoy it, and we had a lot of fun, we really did... but...” she shook her head, “That kiss... I just didn't feel anything.”

“So... that's when you found out you were gay?”

“N-no... I wouldn't say that...” Veronica mumbled, “That was the start. And... when I went to college... haaah...”

An expression flashed upon Veronica's face, one Vivian couldn't quite explain. Was it relief? Was it joy? Was it desire? Was it some odd mixture of all three? Yeah, that's it. She felt all of these emotions, all at once. Her lips were in this soft smile, her eyes had a subtle glow to them, her cheeks were red, and she had it all whilst gazing into the distance.

“In my first semester at college... I met this girl...” Veronica answered softly, “She was a bear... and... her name was Rebecca. She was so big... and... so strong. And she told the best jokes. Whenever she spoke, I just couldn't handle myself. And whenever she told a joke, I laughed for ages.”

Vivian got it now. She understood it now. She knew that face Veronica was making. This was the face of someone who was remembering their first love.

So why? Why? Why why why? Why did seeing her cousin make that face, make Vivian so angry?

“Rebecca asked me out first...” Veronica continued, “And... I agreed. We went out to a local bar Rebecca liked and... aaah...” she shook her head, “Oh... heavens... I was never so excited in my life. I remember my heart racing so much. I was--”

“Okay... just stop.”

“Wh... what...?”

Veronica looked over, returning to reality after her brief stay in memoryland. What she saw staring back at her was Vivian's sharp face. Her teeth were gritted, her eyebrows were slant, and her eyes themselves?

Her eyes.

Gazing into Vivian's eyes was like gazing upon the razor edge of a knife. The brunette bunny didn't know what to say, outside of--

“Vi... vi...?”

“I'm going for a walk,” said the blonde hare as she hopped up on her feet, “Just... leave me alone...”

Vivian said nothing else as she began marching off, kicking up sand as she left Veronica in her wake. Mouth agape and eyes trembling, the brunette bunny could do nothing but clutch at the air, as if she could grasp her cousin's warmth. But it was nowhere to be felt; there was not but a cold chill left in Vivi's wake. And all Veronica could do was shrink slightly, her grip on her umbrella growing loose as she let her head drop slightly.

“I'm sorry...”

…

Damn, did Vivian hate herself.

The rest of the day was just... bleh. Vivian would return after her little 'walk', though she didn't say much. Veronica didn't say much either. The brunette bunny did play in the water with her siblings and cousins... but it was clear she just wanted to be anywhere but with Vivian.

The blonde couldn't blame her. But she wouldn't say it out loud.

Eventually, they got a call from their parents. It was time to go back home; dinner was ready. So they washed off in those beach-side showers, dried off with their towels, and returned home. And even during that long walk, Vivian didn't say anything. Veronica spoke... but only to the others.

During dinner, Vivian didn't speak. During dinner, Vivian barely ate. During dinner, all Vivian did was mentally kick her own ass. She deserved it, and so much more.

Everyone spoke without noticing how she felt. Their parents – always loud and theatrical – boasted proudly of themselves, their kids, and – of course – their daughters as they told whatever fluffy story came to mind at the time. They were having fun, enjoying their precious time together... while Vivian felt herself sink further and further into her own self-loathing.

Occasionally – ever so occasionally – Vivian would bring her gaze up towards Veronica on the opposite side of the table. Her cousin was smiling, enjoying the stories their parents told. But it was clear that it was all forced. That usual luster she had in her brown eyes just... wasn't there. No one seemed to notice however, as everyone was wrapped up in their conversations. Vivian noticed though, and seeing it was like having a dagger constantly being twisted in her heart.

Wasn't it enough that she loathed herself? How much more punishment did she need?

Eeaarrk!

“Hm? Vivi...? Is something wrong?”

The sound of her chair sliding back drew everyone's attention to the blonde hare. On the outside, Vivian looked like... well... Vivian. Her eyes were closed shut, her lips were in a pout, and her ears were bent down.

“I'm tired,” Vivian announced, “I'll go to bed early tonight...”

“R-really?” said her father.

“Hm... we did wake up pretty early to make the drive here...” her mother added, “But are you sure, Vivi? It's only a little past seven. The sun's not even fully down yet.”

“I'm... sure,” said Vivian as she shook her head, “I just... need to lay my head down. I'll... see you in the morning.”

Everyone nodded, and everyone wished her goodnight. Hm... almost everyone. Veronica said nothing, instead looking to the side while Vivian pulled away. The blonde hare was quick to exit the dining room, where she passed by the living room where the younger members of her family sat. They too wished her goodnight, but she kept pushing on. Coming to the stairs of this house, Vivian climbed all the way to the top, before twisting and turning to face the many, many, many doors on the second floor of the summer home. And it was one such door – a door close to the end – that she opened up to reveal a bedroom.

It was a wide bedroom, one with two twin-size beds resting side by side like a small-size motel room. Like the rest of the house, it was blue, white, and carried with it the vibe and architecture of a beach-side abode. Yes, even here there were portraits of boats and the ocean, even when the window nearby offered them a view of the ocean!

How many portraits of the ocean could one house have? Ugh...

This room was to be Vivian's room for the week... as well as Veronica's. It had been that way ever since they were children. Veronica would sleep in the bed on the right, while Vivian slept in the bed on the left; the one closest to the door. It had always been that way. It had always been that way. It had always been that way.

It will always be that way.

Tch... yeah right...

Earlier that day, Vivian had come into this room and laid her luggage in the corner. Opening it up, she revealed her clothes within, and after a few moments of mindless rummaging, she pulled out her pajamas.

Green pajamas. Comfortable shirt with frills, comfortable pants with a drawstring, and even fuzzy little slippers. Vivian stripped off her clothing and haphazardly tossed them into the corner. She then put on her pajamas. And... oh... hm... is she forgetting something? Oh, yeah, her nightcap. Can't forget that! Even if it did make her look like some sorta granny, she didn't want her hair to get ruined. That's very important.

Sitting on her bed with one knee pulled up, Vivian grabbed her phone and began idling searching through it. Downstairs, she could hear her family still talking, still laughing, still enjoying the company of one another. And here she is, upstairs, all gloomy and frustrated and angry. But who was she angry with? The world? Veronica? Herself?

Isn't the answer obvious?

Mindlessly, Vivian thumbed through her phone, searching for something – anything – to take her mind off of the day. Downstairs, she continued to hear the voices of her family... as well...

Tump... Tump... Tump...

Footsteps.

Pulling her head up from the phone, Vivian gazed at the door as the footsteps grew closer and closer. As if she had x-ray vision, she could see – if not outright feel – the person on the other side of the wall. Her heart raced in her chest, but she retained that face of indifference.

The door opened...

Eeaaaarrrk.

It was Veronica.

The brunette bunny entered the room, her face long, her ears bent down, and her body slumped over. Dragging her suitcase behind her, she entered the room, closed the door, and walked past Vivian without saying a word... or even making eye contact. The blonde did likewise, keeping her gaze locked on the door.

Behind her, she heard as Veronica opened up her suitcase, and began pulling out her clothes. And Vivian continued to listen as her cousin undressed behind her, and put on her own pajamas. She then began to fold her clothes and set them neatly aside, unlike the blonde who couldn't be bothered to do that much.

The silence was murderous. Just hearing Veronica move around without either one of them saying something, was more painful than Vivian could have imagined. Damned conscious, rightfully punishing her for what she said and did earlier. The shame she felt was too much to take. She just needed to... to say something.

“You...” said Vivian suddenly, before pausing to collect her thoughts, “Aaah... you went to bed early...”

“I was tired...” Veronica answered.

The silence came back, perhaps even stronger this time. Vivian felt a pain rocket through her chest, causing her to groan in frustration. Here they were, sitting back to back, and neither could just say what was on their mind. And Vivi couldn't take it anymore.

“Dammit, Veronica,” she said... before growing quieter.

Her ears fell down, her face became long, and that shame she felt took hold over her body.

“I'm sorry...”

The silence came back; stronger now. For several moments, all Vivian heard was the mindless rambling of their family downstairs. She couldn't even hear her own breathing.

And then Veronica said...

“You're not sorry. It's 'You apologize'... that's what Grandma told us...”

“I heard what I said, and I know what I said,” Vivian replied as she finally mustered the courage to turn around, “Veronica... for what I said and did on the beach... honestly... I'm sorry.”

Her cousin sat on the opposing bed, having put on a pink nightgown that clung close to the curves of her body. The pain she felt from earlier on the beach was still there, still in her eyes, and still on her face. Vivian felt a knot twist in her gut at the sight of it, but she wasn't going to pull back now. She was always headstrong, always hardheaded... and she'd always make things right.

Veronica deserved more than that, however. She deserved more than Vivian's passive-aggressive apologies, and the 'Sorry, not sorrys' she'd give if, say, she was her little brother. Veronica was a North, through and through. Hell, she may have even been more of a North than everyone else, if that's possible! She was always so sincere, and kind, and sweet, and helpful, and friendly, and every other word for 'nice' possible to anyone and everyone she met! She'd befriend a serial killer if given the chance!

That's only a slight exaggeration...

Veronica was... pure. She treated everyone the same, almost to a painful degree. So for someone else to treat her so poorly – and for it to be a family member no less – was something Vivian could not abide by. Least of all if that person was her.

Shifting herself over, the blonde bunny got up off her feet and stood in the small gap between their beds with her hands raised. For several moments, she struggled to settle her nerves and thoughts, making it all but impossible to speak. There was so much she wanted to say, but trying to get it all together was too hard.

Tch... huh... hm...

Leave it to Veronica to always extend a helping hand.

The brunette bunny reached out for her cousin, where she grabbed her hand. Gently, she guided Vivian down so that she could join her on her bed. Together they sat upright on their knees, their hands clasped together like they were leaning against a mirror. Sure, Vivian was taller than Veronica, but their wavelengths were completely in sync.

Carmine eyes... brown eyes... breathing in the same air as one another. When had they gotten so close? Why were their noses touching? Why were they being so intimate? Why is it that when Veronica pursed her lips... Vivian did likewise to meet her.

Chu...

Neither side could say who kissed who first. They just knew that their lips met, and they stayed connected for one second too long. Even their eyes were closed shut as they truly got swept up into the situation... only to come crashing back down to reality.

They pulled back in unison... and Vivian's eyes grew wide.

“What the fuck did we just do?”

That question hovered between the two as they stared at one another. They kissed. They just fucking kissed! A swelling of disbelief pulsed through the two, and their eyes scrambled around like they were searching for an escape from this situation. And yet, they never released their locked hands.

“Why did we do that...?” Vivian mumbled, “Fuck? Is there something wrong with us? We need to--”

“Vivi...?” Veronica whispered, cutting her short, “Vivian... I... hm...”

She paused for a moment as she took a deep, deep breath. Even with all the emotions swelling between them as it was now – or maybe because of it – Veronica moved closer to her cousin. Vivian was taken aback, eking out a sudden 'Wha?' before being silenced by an embrace. Veronica hugged her. Veronica hugged her hard. And after a few moments, Vivian hugged her back.

For several moments on this bed, they embraced one another. And after the excitement of the situation finally began dying down, they pulled back to gaze at one another. The confusion of the situation was still there, still strong... but there was this smile on Veronica's lips. Again she leaned in to the point that their noses were touching. And as they breathed in the same air, the brunette bunny asked...

“Want to... do it again?”

Vivian clinched her hands in response, stunned by how brazen and outrageous her question was. What kind of response could she have outside of--

“Yeah. Sure.”

What? WHAT!? No! That's not what she should say! She should be shouting at her cousin! She shouldn't be moving in! She shouldn't be pursing her lips! She shouldn't be closing her eyes! She should be--

“Nmmm...”

“Mmmph...”

Their lips met in another kiss. This kiss was different from the other one. This kiss wasn't a chaste peck on the lips that you could easily discard as some familial love. Vivian's top lip sat atop Veronica's top lip, while Veronica's bottom lip sat at the bottom of Vivian's bottom lip. Not only that, but they held it for several long moments. They felt each other's warmth... and they tasted one another.

Sweet. That's what they thought. The other tasted sweet.

Though it felt like an eternity, they only held their kiss for a few seconds. In unison, the two bunnies pulled back, another 'Chu~' sound echoing out as they looked into each other's eyes. Each other's bright, glowing, glistening eyes. How they both sparkled, how they both shined, how they both thrummed with love... and taboo lust.

With a girl as cool as Vivian, was it any surprise that she was rather sexually forward? Probably not. With a girl as nice as Veronica, was it any surprise that she was also sexually forward? Most likely, yes. But in the end, it mattered not. They were both bunnies, and bunnies tend to get around.

Quite frequently, really.

Their lips pressed together again, their hands finally unclasping from one another to instead hug and wrap around each other's backs. Heads tilted to the side, the two bunnies deepened the kiss they shared, allowing their tongues to slide from their mouths. Talented dancers, these two were, as their tongues began to grind, swirl, and twist around one another. And that flavor, that taste... mmmm...! It was so fucking wonderful.

Vivian couldn't believe it; she was making out with her cousin. And above the rest of their family no less! They both could hear their parents talking downstairs; a sudden 'Bwahahahaha!' echoing out as Uncle Zack no doubt told some stupid story. And yet, here they were, nimbly grinding their tongues together like teenagers in the back of a car.

With each kiss, with each 'Smack!', and each 'Chu~!', Vivian felt herself melt further and further. Her hands did not remain idle, as they began sliding and dragging up and down Veronica's back. Her cousin groaned into their kiss as she felt the palm of the blonde bunny's hand travel down her spine, before coming to the curve of her butt.

Her big, plump, juicy, butt.

Vivian's hand curled, gripping upon Veronica's ass through her nightgown. The brunette bunny gave a yip as she felt the fingers of her cousin sink into her curvy flesh. Vivi's graceful body was something honed through various after school activities and clubs, and while she may not be the strongest, she still had a surprising level of strength behind her.

Veronica felt that strength. She felt it as her cousin squeezed the fat of her ass between her fingers. The thin veil of her nightgown did little to defend her... though... it's not like she wanted that defense. She wanted more of Vivian's touch; she craved more of it.

In response, the brunette bunny placed her hands upon her cousin's shapely hips. Fuck... she was so jealous of Vivian's body. There were plenty of times – too many to count – where Veronica feared she was a bit... well... chubby. Her wide hips, her plump thighs, her big breasts. All aspects of herself that Vivi was jealous of, Veronica felt were somewhat garish. At many times, she wanted a physique like Vivian, so she wasn't going to risk the chance to experience it now.

Amid kisses and heavy breathing, they pressed their noses to one another, and moved in close to the point that their chests were touching. Veronica's hands continued to grope and knead at Vivian's hips, while Vivian continued groping and squeezing upon Veronica's ass.

They clinched and kneaded at supple flesh, exploring one another's curves. Veronica shuddered as Vivian's hand began to travel up from her thigh, to her hips, to her midsection, and up to her breasts. She then cupped one of Veronica's tits, squeezing and lifting it, as if exploring its size, its shape... and its hefty weight.

Fucking hell... well... they were in this situation now. There was no going back. Might as well enjoy it!

“Veronica!” Vivian shouted with a surprisingly stern voice.

Her cousin flinched, and the blonde bunny herself flinched... before taking a deep breath.

“Can I... like... see your tits?”

Veronica's cheeks turned red. Or, well, redder than it had already been. She blushed and looked to the side... before whispering...

“Okay...”

Pulling back, Vivian gazed down with cheeks red and eyes sharp. Slowly, Veronica pulled her hands up to her chest. On the bodice of her nightgown – beneath her breasts no less – were strings which helped keep her nightgown together. The brunette bunny thumbed at those strings... before gripping them tight, and pulling them loose.

Swwwwooooooop...

The loosening garment freed her chest, allowing her breasts to expand even further. Slowly, the bodice inched down her chest, coming just shy of her nipples. All she needed was a tug, and her breasts would bounce to freedom.

So Vivian raised her hands. They clutched at the air, coming close to gripping her cousin's bodice. But she paused; just for a moment. Her carmine eyes ran up and down Veronica's body, drinking in the image of her voluptuous body. The way the nightgown clung to her curves, and the silhouette of her body beneath like a sensual shadow, was all a sight that needed to be captured in a photo.

Forever.

This image in her head... Vivian would never forget it. Not now... not ever...

Finally, the blonde hare pulled her hand up towards Veronica's bodice. Gripping it by the hem... she pulled it down.

PLAP-PLAP!

Veronica's breasts bounced to freedom. So big, so curvy, tear-shaped too, and those hard nipples that had stiffened from all the foreplay thus far. Whenever the brunette bunny breathed, her chest wobbled softly, before settling in place.

Cheeks red, Veronica gazed to the side as her hands sat atop her chest, pushing them out even further for her cousin's viewing pleasure. Oh golly, this was embarrassing. She's shared her body with a previous lover before, but there's a difference between then and now. Ya'know, if the fact that Vivian was her relative wasn't obvious enough.

But Vivian herself? She was enamored with Veronica's chest. While that jealousy within her wasn't going to go away, the blonde hare could not deny just how stacked her cousin was. And as she raised her hand, visible trembles coursed through her... before she finally placed her hand upon the side of Veronica's tit.

“Haaaah~”

The brunette bunny stiffened. Her cousin's gentle palm pressed against her smooth flesh, clinching softly. Up and down, Vivian pumped her palm along Veronica's tit, causing it to bounce and bounce and bounce.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Ehehehehehe~ V-Vivi!” Veronica giggled, “S-stop that! Heeheehee! I-it tickles~”

“Oh... hm... s-sorry...”

Vivian stopped bouncing Veronica's tit, but she didn't stop groping her. Her fingers squeezed into her soft and smooth tit-flesh, while her thumb slid over to begin tweaking her nipples around and around in circles. Her touches sent a heat through the brunette bunny's body, which in turn caused her to moan.

“Aaah~ Ooooh~ Nmmphh~ V-Vivi~” she whispered, her brown eyes gazing into Vivian's carmine eyes with such deep love and lust.

“Ver-Veronica... am... am I doing this right?” the blonde hare asked as they leaned in, their noses touching once again, “I-I feel like I'm fumbling... this... this isn't uncomfortable for you, or anything... r-right?”

“Nm-mm...” Veronica moaned whilst shaking her head, “No... aaah~ this feels... hgggh~~~ this feels good~”

Reaching up her arms, Veronica wrapped them around Vivian's neck and shoulders, drawing her in close. Their noses pressed against one another once more, while the brunette bunny smiled, and her brown eyes glowed.

“More, Vivi~” she moaned, “Nngh~ t-touch me more~”

“Um... o-okay...”

With her cousin's coaxing, Vivian applied more pressure to her gripping and squeezing hand. Fingers saaaaank into Veronica's bosom, the fat of her breasts spilling slightly through the cracks of her fingers. Around and around and around she began working her cousin's tit in circles, causing her spine to arch as more moans left her.

Those breasts of hers... so big and busty and full. Watching Veronica push them out – even inadvertently as this – caused Vivian's hunger to grow more and more. Without hesitation, she moved in to press their lips together, a kiss that Veronica was gleeful to share. Their tongues swirled and ground against one another, while Vivian grew more and more courageous with Veronica's body. She wasn't just groping her bosom, she was squeezing it, rolling it around in circles, and pinching her nipples for added measure. And each touch triggered a response, be it moans, gasps, groans, or... grinds.

Yeah. Grinds. Veronica began grinding against Vivian, her pelvis rocking against her cousin's pelvis. Down below through her thin pajama pants, the blonde hare could feel the heat from her fellow bunny's crotch, which further drove her to take charge over Veronica's body.

Like... gah... fuck it!

With their lips still locked in this heated makeout session, and the sounds of their family laughing and talking downstairs, Vivian pulled her hand away from Veronica's tits, and instead brought them down to her ass. With a tight grasp, she squeezed and pulled the brunette bunny close, resting her atop her lap. Veronica didn't fight back, as she tilted her head, placed her hands upon Vivian's face to hold her in place, all while deepening the kiss even further.

All that slow build up, all that groping and squeezing, all of those tepid yet passionate kisses, it had finally exploded into this. Shameless and lewd moans escaped their lips as Veronica rested atop Vivian. Short though she may be, the brunette bunny was still a person with weight, causing her cousin to lay back upon the bed.

Vivian's head rested upon the bedpost, while Veronica continued their ravenous makeout. The blonde hare's greedy palms gripped upon the hem of her cousin's nightgown, hiking it up and up and up to reveal her fat and shapely ass. So big and plump and juicy! So curvy and pristine too! Light reflected off of Veronica's ass, and a juicy wake traveled through it when Vivian pulled her hand back and--

SMACK!

“NNNMPHH~~~!”

Veronica pulled away, her back arching as a moan left her lips. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as Vivian palmed her ass; squeezing, groping, and rolling it around in circles like she did her tit before. Her eyes then snapped forward, falling upon the blonde hare's face, and the look of sheer erotic amazement she wore. Veronica's gaze did not remain long however, as she slowly looked down towards Vivian's perky chest.

The way her waistline curved in, and how her breasts seemed to defy gravity... oh... what is there not to like? Veronica needed to see them in full. So much like Vivian did earlier, the brunette bunny grabbed her cousin's shit by its frilly edges, and pulled it up and up.

Plap-Plap!

Vivian's breasts bounced as her shirt came to the top of her chest. They were fit and perky, being larger than other hares her age and size, and with bright red nipples to boot. But it was how they seemed to stand against the pull of gravity that made them most irresistible. A pair of fit and firm tits like hers deserved to be ogled at.

Eyes wide, the blonde hare looked down towards her perky tits, before staring back up towards Veronica. And her cousin was absolutely enamored. Her eyes were wide, her mouth was this cute oval shape, her cheeks were a bright red, and there was this obvious glow in her eyes.

“Wow...” Veronica whispered, causing Vivian to pull up her hands, blocking the view of her tits.

“Tch...! Wh-what are you talking about?” the blonde hare snarled defensively, “Don't look at my breasts like they're anything special, Miss Cow Tits!”

“Miss... Cow Tits...?” Veronica repeated, “Oh golly... uh...” she looked down towards her own chest, “Do... do you really think my breasts are that big? I always thought... you were just joking.”

“You're not that daft, are you, Veronica?” Vivian replied, “Your tits are huge!”

“You... uh... don't like them?” her cousin asked, making her growl some more.

“That's... grrgh! That's not the issue,” the blonde hare replied, “They're... just so big! And when you bounce up and down, they bounce up and down! You wear bras, right? Why are your breasts so big?”

Veronica wasn't really sure how to respond to Vivian's words. Her cousin had always teased her about the size of her bust, but now that they were in this situation, all of those jeers and jabs took on a different connotation. So much so, that it made Veronica smile. Vivian – confused – raised an eyebrow at her cousin and pouted, while her ears twitched.

“What's got you grinnin'?” she asked, to which her answer was Veronica's open arms.

“You can... suck them if you want.”

Vivian's mouth snapped shut, and her face blanked. That offer felt more sudden than a slap, despite the fact that they were talking about Veronica's tits. Naturally, Vivian gazed down towards her cousin's bosom, watching it expand with every breath she took. From their shape to their size to their plump nipples; Vivian felt her mouth water with hunger.

“Gah... fucking hell... you big... titty bitch... I...” Plap! “Mmmph!”

“Hmnn~! Ooh~!”

Vivian's head delved between Veronica's tits, embracing her tight, and surrounding her head in her busty breasts. The warmth of her bosom surrounded the blonde, who groaned and melted against her, while her hands embraced her close. Drawing up her hand, Veronica pulled off Vivian's nightcap, just so she could tangle her fingers into her hair.

Embracing her cousin close, the brunette bunny began to softly gyrate and rock her hips upon the blonde hare's pelvis. Through her panties, she felt her folds be further and further stimulated, causing this slickness to begin dribbling down her inner thigh. Vivian meanwhile pulled back, her cheeks an intense red after surrounding her face in Veronica's tits. And after her carmine eyes drifted over towards one of her plump, pink nipples, she opened her mouth wide and--

“Nnnmm~~~”

“Haaaahh~! Ooohnnn~~~”

Vivian's lips wrapped around Veronica's nipple, surrounding the sensitive nub in heat and spit. She lapped at her nipple, her tongue dragging along the stiff nub and the surrounding areola, causing her drool to ooze from the creases of her lips. Her teeth didn't remain idle, as they began to grind upon her cousin's nipple, tweaking them left and right, and making the brunette bunny tilt her head back and--

“Aaaahh~! Hoooh! Nnmn...! M-moreeee~”

Did she even need to ask?

Vivian hollowed her cheeks as she began sucking even harder upon Veronica's plump nipple. More and more of her delicious body was drawn into her mouth, as the haughty hare dined on her cousin's body fully. This pressure and this feeling all drew an endless river of moans Veronica's lips, who covered her mouth with her hand in an attempt to keep her voice in.

It didn't work.

“Oh... fuck~ I... hnnn~~~! V-Vivi~! Haaah~! Nnhh! Naaaah~ Ooooh~ F-fuuuck~”

Huh. In all of their time together, Vivian has never once heard Veronica say 'fuck'. In fact... she's never heard Veronica say any swear word whatsoever! No 'damn', no 'ass', no 'shit'. Hell, not even a 'hell'! So each and every 'fuck' that left Veronica's lips, mixed with all those moans and groans, were committed to memory in Vivian's head.

Such sweet sounds...

Pop!

“Haaah... haaaah... haaaah...”

Looking down, Veronica's nipple was completely lathered in spit and drool. It oozed down the curves of her hefty bosom, and trickled down upon the bed beneath them. Vivian gazed upon her handiwork... before slowly shifting over towards Veronica's other nipple. No use leaving a job unfinished...

“Nnmph~!”

“Ooooh~~! Aaahh~!”

Eyes closed and hand curled at her mouth, Veronica continued to cling to Vivian as she sucked on her nipples. Instinctively, she rocked her hips from side to side, gently grinding upon her cousin's lap while pleasure continued mounting.

Fuck... she couldn't believe this was happening. Just downstairs – just downstairs! – their family were talking and laughing, while their two eldest kids were... having sex! Vivian was lapping and sucking on her tits, and instead of feeling shame and disgust, Veronica felt incredible pleasure.

It was like... she was melting.

She... she wanted to do more than just melt.

“V-Vivi...?”

“Pop~! Hm...? I-is something wrong? Did... did I hurt you?”

Veronica shook her head.

“N-no... could you... uh... l-lay down for me? P-please? I want to... try something...”

“Uh... o-okay...”

Doing as was requested of her, Vivian laid upon the mattress. After silently thanking her, Veronica took a deep breath, as if she was trying to collect herself. She then turned around, flashing her back towards her cousin. And, slowly, she began moving backwards. The blonde hare laid there, sinking further against the mattress as she watched her cousin position herself in such a way that her busty breasts were hovering above her face. The sight was mirrored for Veronica, who came face to face with Vivian's perky tits.

It was... a 69? Veronica kept her cousin pinned beneath her, while her huge tits swayed with pendulous movements. Vivian's pert breasts meanwhile continued to defy gravity, her perky nipple pointing up towards her cousin's mouth.

For a few moments, neither side said a word. They were too enamored by the sight of each other's breasts to speak. Veronica in particular couldn't stop her brown eyes from marveling at Vivian's lithe figure, and the sight of her tasty tits. All that breast sucking from before... now it was her turn.

“Nmmph!”

“Oaah~!?”

Huh.... so this is what it feels like to have her breasts sucked on.

Veronica's mouth wrapped around her cousin's perky nipple. Eyes closed and face composed, the flavor of her flesh was quick to dance in her mouth. And it was... spicy. Yeah, that's what she'd say. Vivian's body was spicy; befitting a haughty firecracker like her.

The blonde hare groaned as Veronica's tongue swirled around her nipple, and her sucking came out. She had clearly done this before... several times, no doubt. The way her tongue slapped at her nipple, or the pressure of her sucking, even the few nibbles she gave, were all very skillful. And when Veronica pulled her hand over to squeeeeezzee her tit.

“Nggh~! Sh-shit!”

Reaching up, Vivian wrapped her arm around Veronica's waist, taking the brunette bunny aback. But she didn't stop sucking from her tit, drawing her cousin to bring up her other hand. Grabbing Veronica's swaying tit, Vivian held it in place, opened her mouth, and--

“Nmmmph!”

“Mmmmm~~~!”

With the same lewd hunger she showed before, Vivian began suckling and lapping upon Veronica's tit. She bit, she nibbled, she swirled her tongue, and she moaned into her cousin's body, indulging in the sweet flavor of her shortstack body. And her ravenous hunger coaxed Veronica to do likewise, increasing the lurid suckling of Vivian's tits.

On this bed, entangled in a 69, these bunnies sucked and slurped from each other's tits like they could actually draw milk. Muffled moans left the both of them as their tongues swiveled and swirled, and as spit oozed and drooled down their chests. They could've gone on like this for another hour or two. Hell, they might just end up sleeping in the same bed instead of these opposite ones. But as she sucked on her cousin's tits, Vivian smelled something... hot. Something... moist.

The blonde hare pulled back, causing Veronica's tit to 'Pop!' from her mouth. Resting on the bed momentarily to catch her breath, she then reached up and grabbed her cousin by her waist, where she pulled her down. The brunette bunny grunted as she was flattened against Vivian's body... but she didn't fight back. Instead, she sat upright as her cousin did likewise.

Resting back against the bed post, Vivian placed her hands upon Veronica's shoulders, and guided her back. The brunette bunny sighed as she reclined against her cousin's body, who helped proper up. But the blonde hare did not stop there. Lascivious hands traveled along her cousin's body; one hand stroking upon Veronica's busty breast, while the other hand worked itself further and further down.

Gently she palmed the inside of Veronica's thigh. The brunette bunny paused for a moment... moaned... and then let her legs open up.

Vivian did not hesitate. Her hand – nimble and curious – worked its way between Veronica's legs and under her panties, where her fingers began stroking upon her moist pussy. The first touch caused her cousin's back to arch, and brought this 'Ah~!' from her lips. Her ears twitched as well... but... she made no attempts to fight back. Quite the opposite, really, as her hips jerked forward softly to press against those slender digits.

“Nnmn~ m-more, Vivi~”

“Mm-hm...”

Mirroring what she's done to herself in her own midnight sessions, Vivian curled her finger, and began stroking it along Veronica's slit. Her touches – deft yet strong – drew more shudders through the brunette bunny's body. Mouth hung open, Veronica let her lustful voice sing as her clear and hot nectar oozed upon her cousin's finger.

Golly... her pussy was so hot and so sensitive. Far more hot and sensitive than she remembered it being in the past. Why is that? Was the taboo thrill really that much of an aphrodisiac?

But Vivian did not stop there. Her thumb came over, where she flicked it along Veronica's clit. Eyes wide like she'd been punched, the brunette bunny gave a sharp cry of-

“Ah~!?”

“Ooh! Oops! S-sorry...” Vivian apologized, “I... I got too into it... d-didn't I?”

“Haaah... oooh... fuuuuuh... g-golly...” Veronica mumbled back, before closing her eyes, smiling, and shaking her head, “Oh... heehee... n-no, Vivi. Hah... y-you just took me by surprise... um...”

Bringing her hand down, Veronica palmed it atop Vivian's. She then brought her other hand up, where she clutched the side of her cousin's face and turned to look her in the eyes.

“Keep going, Vivi,” she whispered as their noses touched, “I can take it. Put a finger or two inside of me... and... and...” she nuzzled against her, “If you could... um... uh... b-b-bite... bit my ear...”

“Bite your ear...?” Vivian repeated... before swallowing her spit, “Um... o-okay...”

Left and right, the blonde hare began flicking her hand, spreading and flinging Veronica's juices about. They stained her mattress and thighs, but the brunette bunny didn't care. Instead, she reclined further into her cousin's grasp, and let out a cry of pleasure.

“Oh yeeessss~~ Haaaah~”

Vivian's cheeks turned red as she continued toying with Veronica's pussy and tit at the same time. A part of her was still wondering if she was doing as good a job as her cousin's praise seemed to imply. It's easy to know if a guy's feeling good; they're dumb, horny all the time, and she was comfortable with her experience. But pleasing another girl?

Hmm... well... what did Veronica say? To bite her ear? Well... uh... sure... Vivian opened her ear, and--

Bite!

“AAHA~!?”

Veronica's eyes shot open as her cousin's incisors sank into the shell of her ear. It wasn't a tight bite, but it was juuuuust hard enough to send a pleasurable jolt of sensitive pain coursing through her body. Back arching, she again thrusted off of Vivian's waist, while the blonde gasped in shock.

All that? From a bite alone? Hm... o-okay then. She'll just bite her again. So she opened her mouth, and--

Bite!

“GAH ~~! OOOOH~~~!”

But this time, Vivian didn't let go of Veronica. This time, she grew more courage.

As her teeth began to grind against her cousin's ear, the haughty hare angled her fingers with Veronica's pussy. With one hand squeezing hard over her busty tit, her other hand slid her fingers into her cousin's snatch, spreading apart her folds.

Veronica's eyes grew twice as wide as she felt the delicious burn of her cunt being spread apart. Vivian's fingers were deft and nimble, but also surprisingly strong, prying apart her pussy with little resistance. And as they delved deeper into her core, the haughty hare began scraping and scratching at her pussy's depths, plucking ridge after ridge, and making her pussy throb twice as much.

“Ho~! Oh! Holy...! Shit~! Aaah~! Fuck~!”

Fuck those sounds sounded too damn hot! Vivian needed to hear more of them!

Moaning into her cousin's ear, the haughty hare continued to toy with Veronica's body. One hand worked her tit and tweaked her nipples, while the other hand began curling and twisting her fingers inside of her cunt, working her open more and more. With a primal lust, the brunette bunny rode her cousin's hands, jerking and thrusting her hips forward to bury those fingers even deeper into her pussy. Vivian got the hint, and with another solid--

Puuuuuuuuussssh!

“AAAH~!?”

She buried her digits down to the knuckles!

Fuck! This was amazing! On all sides, Veronica was being attacked! She had Vivian's fingers in her pussy, she had Vivian's hand on her tits, and she had Vivian's teeth on her ear! The bunny was trapped! Well and truly trapped! And she loved it!

“Just a bit moreeeee ~~” Veronica groaned, her teeth gritted as lustful drool began hanging from her maw, “Almost there~! Haaah~! A-almost fucking thereeeee~~~!”

Vivian didn't need to be told twice. Increasing her hold over Veronica's body, she bit her ear even harder, and gripped and tugged her tit up, really squeeeeeeeezzzing it into her ravenous palm. And her other hand? Ooooh, that began thrusting in and out of Veronica's cunt like an engine's piston, triggering these lewd sounds of--

Shlip! Shlip! Shlip! Shclip! Shlip!

“Ah~!? Hah! AHAHA~!? AHAH~!! HNNNGGGHH~~~!!!”

Squuuuuuuuiirrrrrt!

Mm-hm! Yeah! That's it! That's what Vivian wanted!

With one thrust too many, Veronica pulled her hips off of Vivian's hands, squirting out jizz like a shotgun spreads its fletchets. They scattered out, staining her thighs, the bed beneath them, and – of course – absolutely slathering Vivian's fingers in fem-cum. And her orgasm seemed to go on for several long, drawn out moments. Squirting, and squirting, and squirting some more... before finally relaxing against Vivian's lissome body.

As Veronica gasped to catch her breath following such an explosive orgasm, Vivian pulled her hand up. Her cousin's cum left her digits shimmering in the light of their bedroom, while the lustful odor permeated in the air. Should she do it? Or would that be too disgusting? Well... it couldn't be the worst thing she's tasted.

“Nnmm...”

“Ah?”

Veronica's eyes grew wide. Vivian... was tasting her release. Her fingers sat in her mouth, slurping it clean of her cousin's cum, before pulling away with a lewd--

“Fuwaah~! Oooh...”

“Hn... oh... um... h-h-how did it taste...?”

Vivian grinned.

“Tsk... do you ask all the girls you sleep with that question?”

Veronica opened her mouth to reply... but what came out instead was a cute little giggle. Cheeks red and eyes somewhat bashful, the brunette bunny shared a tender moment with her grinning cousin. But – like time and time before – they both found this irresistible need to taste from one another. So their lips moved, and their eyes closed shut, coming together to--

“Nmmph~”

“Mmmm~”

This kiss wasn't as strong as their previous kisses, but it was no less lewd. Their tongues slipped from their mouths and ground against one another, before pulling back as a strand of saliva hung between them.

For a few moments, they just sat there, as if reconsidering what they had done. Having sex above one's parents is one thing, but having sex with one's cousin was an entirely unique brand of fucked up that neither side had an answer to this question. Seriously, they could hear their father's brag and praise their daughters, while being completely unaware of the incestuous relationship going on above them.

Despite that – despite how wrong, and dirty, and taboo this was... they didn't stop. If they were going to explore this relationship, then dammit, they were going to explore it to its limits.

Vivian's hands slid down towards Veronica's waist, taking her aback. With a firm clinch, she lifted her cousin up, and slightly pushed her forward. The brunette bunny grunted slightly as she leaned forward, her breasts clapping together while she sat upon Vivian's leg and knee. But the haughty hare did not stop there. Reaching down, she grabbed Veronica by her hips, and pulled her back, hiking forward her ass to make it appear so damn full.

Like... fuck! Wasn't it good enough that Veronica had huge tits? Did she have to have a huge ass and wide hips too? Not too surprising. Even Vivian had been blessed with wide, child-baring hips and an exceptional ass. That's just the North blood in them. Still, next to only, say, her own mother, Veronica's ass was just too damn thicc!

And now, that fat, plump, thicc ass was looking her in the face. So round and full, so shapely and wide, with that cotton tail stuck in the middle, and her panties grinding through it like a thread. The curves and shape, and how it widened out whatever she wore, was something worth marveling at. Or – in Vivian's case – something worth getting annoyed by.

“You... fucking... fat-ass!!!”

Smack!

“Ah~!?”

Veronica's eyes grew wide and her back arched, stunned by the sudden swat to her ass. It was a mighty strike, one that caused her butt to jiggle and jiggle and jiggle... before slowly settling back down. But Vivian wasn't pleased with just that. Pulling back her hand again, she paused for a second... and then--

Smack!

“AH~? OOOHH~~~!”

Another swat to Veronica's ass, another quake which rippled through her juicy backside. Like... fuck! Her butt had enough waves to put the beach to shame! That only frustrated Vivian further! Even as she clutched and lifted Veronica's ass, before releasing it and allowing it to drop with a--

Clap...

“Tch! I'll show you what for...!”

Veronica had proven herself more than capable of taking what Vivian dished out, right? She even asked to be bitten on the ear. And with how her ass was pushed out, her cousin was practically begging for it. So... the haughty hare pulled back her hand, and--

SMACK!

“AAHA~!?”

But that's not all...

Smack! SMACK! Smack! Spank! SMACK! SPANK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SPANK!!!

“AH~! OOH~! HNN ~~~! FUCK~~ OHHAAH~~!”

Again and again and again! And again! And again! And again and again and again and again! And! Again! Vivian's hands swatted at Veronica's ass like she was flattening dough! Quite the ample comparison... what with how much cake her cousin had on her butt.

“And this is for having such a fat ass!” Smack! “And this is for being so damn nice!” Smack! “And this is for your huge fucking cow tits!” Smack! “And this one's for putting me on the spot earlier!”

SMACK!

“Nnmpph ~~~! Oh...! I-I've been such a naughty bunny~” Veronica replied as she looked over her shoulder towards her cousin, this near delirious smile on her face, “Nnnmm~~ m-more! Punish me more!” SMACK! “AAH~!”

“What a slut!”

More and more, Vivian continued to spank Veronica's ass. She struck her so much, she eventually left a red handprint on her cousin's backside! But the brunette bunny did not stay idle. While her knees quaked and wobbled as she endured impact after impact, she began rocking her hips back and forth. Pressed against Vivian's knee, Veronica ground her sweltering cunt against her cousin's knee, grinding against her, and simulating her folds further. More and more of her pussy juices oozed upon Vivian's leg, but the haughty hare wasn't displeased. Not when she got the chance to – once again...

SMACK!

“NMMMPHH~~~!”

That last smack caused Veronica to snap upright, and her hand to curl at her mouth. Atop Vivian's leg, she shuddered once or twice, coming so damn close to climaxing from being spanked alone. She wanted to. She wanted to cum right here and now! But doing that on the haughty hare's leg would be a waste, wouldn't you agree? So instead...

Grab!

“Huh?”

Right before Vivian could deliver another spank to Veronica's plump backside, the brunette bunny grabbed her hand by the wrist, stopping her. Carmine eyes shot up, but before she could say a word, her cousin turned around to face her directly. Crawling up towards Vivian, Veronica pursed her lips and--

“Nmmph~”

“Mmm!”

Placed a kiss on her lips. But this kiss wasn't to last, as she kissed away from her lips to instead kiss her cheek... and then from her cheek to her forehead. And from her forehead to... nothing. Instead, Vivian watched as Veronica crawled up her body. Briefly, her face pressed against her cousin's tits, but even that wasn't enough to stop her. Further and further Veronica moved, until she was outright standing above the haughty hare.

Vivian looked up. She could just barely see Veronica's face from beyond her tits. Her brown eyes were hazy with lust. Her cheeks were just as red. Her lips were in this 'o' shape. And her chest heaved with the heavy breaths she took.

“Vivi...” she whispered... before swallowing her spit, “Now... it's my turn to punish you.”

“P... punish me...?” Vivian mumbled.

“You... you really hurt my feelings earlier today on the beach,” the brunette bunny explained, “So now... I'm gonna sit on your face~”

Hands dropping to her waist, Veronica began thumbing at the hem of her nightgown... before reaching under it full. Vivian dropped her gaze down as well, tracking the sight of Veronica's hands as they fumbled beneath her semi-transparent attire.

The sight of her wide hips... she watched as Veronica gripped her panties... and began pulling them down. They slid down her thighs – inch by inch – before coming down to her feet. With slow yet practiced movements, Veronica removed her underwear and pulled them out in the open, as if flaunting the how soaked they were following her orgasm. But then she dropped it to the side... and then lifted her nightgown up.

“Aah... mmm...!”

There it was, right in front of her: Veronica's hot, moist, sopping, pussy. Her labial lips were so plump, her clit was hard and throbbing, and she had a neatly groomed patch of pubic hair above it. Heat radiated from her mound as well, and her sordid honey oozed down her thighs in rivulets like a sensual stream. But Veronica wasn't pleased with just flashing herself before her stunned cousin. She drew closer... and closer... and closer... until--

“Nmmph!?”

“Haaaah-haaaaa~~”

She sat on Vivian's face.

The haughty hare laid flat on the bed as her cousin used her head as a seat. On all sides she was surrounded by Veronica's incredible warmth. Her plush thighs cradled the sides of her head, while her slick womanhood rested upon her lips. She could feel her ass rest on her chin, while her pubic hair nuzzled against her nose. And when she smelled – just to take in a deep breath...

“Snnnniiiiiffffff!!! Guh~! Nnnmph~~~!”

Vivian odor filled her nose, outright drugging her mind. It was hot... but also sweet and aromatic. She could even smell the remaining bits of sea salt that danced on her body. It was all so... intoxicating~

Reaching up her hands, Vivian palmed at her cousin's body, squeezing and gripping upon her curvy hips. Veronica groaned from the touch, and then pushed herself down harder upon the haughty hare's head. More. She needed more. Thankfully, Vivian got the message.

She opened her mouth... and pressed it to Veronica's pussy.

“Nmmmmm ~~~~!”

“OOOHHH~~~ FUCK~”

For a straight girl, Vivian had no qualms eating pussy.

Her tongue dragged upon Veronica's pussy, causing those malleable folds to push back against her. Juices bubbled around Vivian's tongue as she licked her cousin's cunt, gifting her a taste of her nectar.

And it was diiiiivvviiiineeee. Veronica's pussy was sweet and flavorful, tasting not like something that should come from a woman's body, but instead like this sugary substance you'd put atop a treat. Almost like... chocolate syrup. The moment Veronica's honey struck her taste buds, Vivian gave a groan which went muffled against her thighs and crotch.

More and more she dragged her tongue along Veronica's pussy, grinding against her like she was licking the cool surface of an ice cream cone. Each lick drew back more and more honey, which made her moan more and more as the taste danced within her maw. And Veronica? Oh, Veronica...

“AAH~! HAAH~! NNMMM~~~!”

Placing a hand upon her sweaty forehead, the shortstack rabbit began to gently rock her hips upon Vivian's face. Her luscious curves all began to quake and quiver as she rode her cousins' face, coaxing the haughty hare to grip her hips harder.

Vivian outright ground Veronica's pussy against her face, refusing to let her go as she tongued her pussy. After a bit of exploring, she began working her tongue into her cousin's folds, prying them apart, and making the brunette bunny's back arch. She gave another cry of ecstasy while her pussy clamped around Vivian's invasive tongue, and more of her honey oozed down into her awaiting mouth.

And she kept eating her out. As Veronica rocked her hips on her face, she kept eating her out. As she gripped her cousin's ass and squeezed it hard, she kept eating her out. As the brunette bunny's voice got higher and higher, she kept eating her out. As she felt her cunt begin to twitch and throb with those telltale signs, she kept eating her out.

Vivian kissed Veronica's pussy. Vivian licked Veronica's pussy. Vivian pushed her tongue as deep as it could reach into Veronica's pussy. But when Vivian bit upon Veronica's clit... ooooh... that? That? That?

“NNNNGGH-HAAAAAHHAAAAA ~~~~!!!”

That set Veronica off.

SQUUUUUUIIRRRRRRTTTT!!!

“NNNMMMPHH~~~!”

If Veronica's earlier orgasm was a shotgun blast, then this was a geyser. It erupted and flowed into Vivian's mouth, squirting with enough pressure to disrupt the ground if need be. And each pint of feminine jizz that flowed into her mouth, the haughty hare drank up without shame or hesitation. It coated her tongue, swarming it, drowning it, and letting her savor its taste for several moments. And when her cousin's orgasm finally drew to a close...

“Gulp!”

Vivian swallowed it down.

Veronica fell back, collapsing upon the bed as her brain swam with post-orgasmic bliss. Oh heavens above, that was amazing. Even now, she still felt the phantom sensations of Vivian's cunnilingus, and it caused her to shudder. Panting breaths left her like she'd finished running a sprint, and they mixed with Vivian's own hard breathing.

Together, the two bunnies sat upright, where they gazed at one another; carmine eyes meeting brown ones. For several moments, all they heard was each other's heavy breathing... as well as the continued conversations of their family downstairs. It had grown quieter now – maybe some of them had retired to bed, or their siblings had fallen asleep. Briefly in their heads, the same thought came to mind...

We should stop...

But, no, not yet. Not yet. Veronica hadn't just climaxed once, she climaxed twice, and she didn't want to look like some selfish lover!

Yes, Veronica pays attention to that kind of stuff! That's just how caring she is!

“V-Veronica...” Vivian whispered, her head tilted to the side, “Wh-why are you looking at me like that?”

Her response?

“Take off your pants!”

“Wh-what!?”

Okay... maybe that came out a bit rougher than she intended.

Vivian's eyes grew wide at Veronica's sudden outburst. And after a few moments, the brunette bunny herself realized that she may have been too forward. So after taking a deep breath and recollecting herself, she stared into her cousin's eyes and said in a more relaxed manner.

“Could you... take off your pants?”

Vivian looked down, still understandably shaken by Veronica's shout. But, fucking hell, they've already come this far. The brunette bunny sat on her face and she ate her out until she came! The least she could do was pull off her pants!

So she hooked her thumb into her pants and panties, and slowly began pulling them off... only for Veronica to shake her hands.

“Waaaait!”

“Ugh! Dammit, Veronica! What now?” Vivian growled.

“L-let me do it!” she said... before taking another deep breath, “I... I want to... pull down your pants...”

Again, Vivian looked at her with a confused gaze. And again, she took a deep breath and nodded. With all the spanks she rained upon Veronica's ass, she could at least let her pull down her pants. So – with cheeks an intense red – she raised her hands up and gestured forward with her hands.

“Come on then...”

With a silent nod, Veronica drew in closer. Slowly, she pulled her hands down towards her cousin's hips and the pajama pants she wore. Oh, golly, her hands were trembling! She thought she had gotten better at disrobing her partners! In the brunette bunny's head, she replayed the jokes her ex-girlfriend would say in a situation like this!

But after taking a deep breath, Veronica's grip grew firm. Hooking her thumbs into both the waistband of Vivian's pants as well as her panties, the brunette bunny gripped her hard, and began pulling her pants down. They peeled off of Vivian's strong legs and thighs, making Veronica's eyes brighten up. So shapely and strong, creamy too, and with juuuuust the right amount of plushness to them. Vivian was truly a hare in every sense of the word; the differences between their body types were like night and day!

Another difference?

“You're... uh... c-clean shaven down here...”

“Tch... is that a problem?”

“Oh! N-no... I just... heehee...! I was just... intrigued, I guess.”

“Hmph! Be intrigued by something else,” Vivian growled as she kicked her pants off, “Now what? Are you going to go down on me or something?”

“No...” Veronica answered with a shake of her head... before a saucy grin appeared on her lips, “Maybe later though...”

“H-hey! Don't...! Don't make jokes like that!” Vivian snarled... though her cheeks were an intense red at Veronica's implications, “W-we might not do this again, got it!”

“Heeheehee! I know! I know! I'm just teasing, Vivi!” the brunette bunny giggled back... while her hands dropped to her cousin's hips, “What I want to do with you... um... uh... have you ever heard of scissoring before?”

“Sc-scissoring...?” Vivian repeated... before blushing as she looked to the side, her fingers prodding together, “Well... yeah, I know what 'scissoring' is. I'm not dumb. I'm just not a lesbian like you are. Hh...” she looked back, “Is that something you learned during college?”

“Heeheehee~ I've learned a lot of things at college,” Veronica answered as she stroked her hands along Vivian's hips, “But... I'm not really the best at this... not yet. So...” she looked at her cousin's face, and gave a beaming smile, “Hopefully we can make things go well.”

“D-don't say it like that! Fuck!”

Veronica giggled at Vivian's response, but continued to move in order to mount her cousin. Truth be told, she's never had to take lead point like this. Her ex-girlfriend handled that on her own! Not to say Veronica considered her a bottom or anything... buuuuuuuut, she is a bunny, and her ex-girlfriend was a bear, so she bottomed by default. This time though, she was in a position of power, because Vivian had no idea what to do.

Oh! So exciting! She didn't bring it up though! Mostly because she didn't want to ruin the mood by revealing she wasn't as knowledgeable as she made herself out to be. Hey! Veronica can be proud and boastful at times! Let her have this!

Thankfully, she's been scissored into the bed enough times to know what to do.

Vivian tensed up, her haughty nature replaced with embarrassment and anxiety as her cousin began moving her legs. With hawk-like precision she watched Veronica move, bringing her pelvis closer as their legs crossed over one another. The brunette bunny's pussy hovered mere centimeters away from hers. They were so close, Vivian could feel the heat that radiated off of their moist cunts, and how they mixed together. It made her heart race in her chest, her eyes wide, her cheeks red, all as Veronica came closer and closer until--

Tap~

“Oh~!?”

“Haah~~!?”

Holy shit. What the fuck was that? Vivian's eyes doubled in size and her mouth morphed into the shape of an oval, stunned by what she just felt. In a brief moment, Veronica's cunt met hers in a sordid and sinful kiss.

And it felt amazing!

Even Veronica – someone who's experienced this before – shuddered from toes to ears in ecstasy. So she came back down, and--

Tap~

“Haaah~~!”

“Nngghh~~~!”

Fucking hell! That was just as amazing as the first time! More! They needed more!”

Tap~ Tap~ Tap~ Tap~ Tap~ Tap~ Tap~ Grrriiiinnnndddd~~~!

“Ha~ Hah~ Haah~ Hoooh ~~Ooooohh fuuucck~~ ”

“Hah~ Haah~ Aahn~ Haah~ Yeah~ Yeah~ Aahh~!”

With one hand planted on the bed beneath her, and the other hand holding Vivian's leg to keep it up, Veronica tapped, and pressed, and ground her pussy up against her cousin's folds. They met in steamy kiss after steamy kiss, sending quakes and waves not only through the bed beneath them, but also through their bodies. Veronica's breasts bounced and bounced and bounced, slamming against her chest with--

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Not to be outdone however, Vivian's perky breasts too clapped against her chest, mixing with the sound of Veronica's breasts, and the sounds of their voices. They were a lewd orchestra of moans and slapping voices, the sounds of which bounced off the walls and flowed back into their ears. In a way, they pushed themselves further, with Veronica doubling her scissoring as she began grinding against Vivian even harder.

Their sopping wet folds ground against one another as the brunette bunny threw caution to the wind; focused entirely on bringing them to the heights of pleasure. Not to be outdone, her cousin pushed and ground back against her, amplifying their pleasure even further.

Hips, thrusting. Pussies, kissing. Moans, trading. All of it, so frantic, so needy, so hot! And it rose! And it rose! And it rose even further!

“Holy shit this is amaazzinnnggg~~~” Vivian moaned, her voice slurring as her eyes began rolling back.

“Great~ Great~ Great~ Fucking great~” Veronica replied, her voice also slurring as the pleasure mounted forward.

Outside of whimpers and moans, they didn't say anything else. They didn't need to say anything else. The pleasure they felt and the way their bodies rolled, spoke louder than any words. What they needed was that explosion, and Veronica was going to give it to them!

Her aim was focused. She grabbed Vivian's leg tight, squeezed it between her fingers, and began to outright bounce into her cousin's cunt with her great bunny strength. The bed creaked beneath them, the objects in their bedroom rattled, and – in a rare moment of clarity – a single thought traveled through Veronica's head.

I'm so happy for thick walls~!

But enough of that. Perhaps it's delirium talking, but their entire family could watch them fuck right now, and Veronica wouldn't stop. She couldn't stop. She needed to go. She needed to... FUCK!

And as those...

TAP~! TAP~! TAP~! GRIND~! GRIND~! TAP~!

Noises got louder. As well as the sounds of their--

“AHA! HAH~! HA~ HA~ HA~ HA~”

“NNGH~ HNNN~! NHAA~! MMM ~~! NMMPH~~~!”

Soon, something else rose between them. Something louder. Something explosive. Something that sent their minds rising to the outer limits of the galaxy! And with one final--

TAP~!

They finally erupted.

“AHAH~~~!?”

“EEEEEKK~~~!”

SQUUUUUUIIIUUIIRRRRTTT!!!

Neither side could say who came first. Neither side could say whose orgasm was louder. Neither side could say they gave a damn about any of that. No. But what they could say after the fact, was how fucking amazing it was! Their pussy juices squirted and combined with one another as they shot it out with the same force of an erupting volcano, while their bodies fell back, and their cries of pleasure ricocheted off the walls.

All that grinding. All that foreplay. All that kissing, and breast sucking, and pussy eating. All of that fucking. It all led to this.

And it was glorious.

Whump! Thump!

“Oooooooh~ fuck...” Vivian groaned.

“Golly... that was... aah~” Veronica replied.

Together, the two bunnies collapsed upon the bed, resting on it as nothing more than bodies covered in glistening sweat. Occasionally, they attempted to speak, but the words failed to leave their lips. Just panting, moaning, groaning... and – eventually – they found some modicum of energy to pull their heads up.

In unison, Veronica and Vivian looked at one another. They had the same expression; puffy cheeks, panting lips, and a passionate glow within their eyes. And it was that passion they had for the both of them that drove them to move.

Vivian crawled forward, where she pinned Veronica beneath her body. And as her two-toned hair fell over their faces... she brought her lips down to claim Veronica's as her own.

“Nmmm~”

“Mmmph~”

Eyes closed, the two bunnies shared a passionate and romantic kiss. On their tongues, they could taste not only each other, but themselves as well from their earlier orgasms. But that wasn't the point. They didn't share this kiss to restart their night of raunchy passion... not yet, anyway. Instead, it was to share their feelings for one another. Feelings they couldn't share as easily with their words.

Not that Vivian wasn't going to try.

The haughty hare pulled back, breaking their lips with a--

“Chu~ V-Veronica...” she whispered, her expression growing remorseful as she looked down between them, “Veronica... I...” she shook her head, “I'm... I'm sorry. Honestly. Truthfully. I'm so... I'm so...” closing her eyes, and clinching her teeth, a few tears rolled down her cheeks, “I'm so fucking sorry for how I treated you on the beach.”

“Vivi...”

“It's just that...!” she shook her head, “Ack! With college coming up...! E-everything's changing so fast! Too fast! I mean... Nina's going to be graduating soon, and... and Conrad will be graduating not long after that, and... aaah...!” she shook her head, “When you came out as a lesbian... I... I don't know...” staring back at Veronica's face, Vivian continued to shudder and cry, “I guess I just... hm... it's like... fuuuh...”

“Vivi...” Veronica whispered, her hand coming up to clutch her cousin's cheek, “Go ahead... just let it out...”

The haughty hare looked at her cousin, still appearing remorseful and teary-eyed. But these were words – these were feelings – she had locked away beneath her cool veneer for too long. She needed to let it out. She needed to tell someone, and just get it off of her chest.

“Veronica... I'm scared...” she whispered, “What if everyone's wrong about me? What if... what if I'm just a failure? You heard my Mom and Dad earlier, didn't you? Not just them, but everyone. I'm going to Bellgrove, and everyone's convinced I'm gonna be some amazing doctor, and that I'll cure cancer or whatever... but...” she shook her head, “I... I don't know... I'm afraid I'm just going to go there and fail. And I'll let everyone down. I'll let my parents down, I'll let down Grandma and Grandpa... and... I'll let you down.”

“Ah...”

Veronica flinched, stunned by what Vivian told her. Of all the people in the world whom she thought would have anxieties about their future, Veronica was sure her cousin wouldn't be one of them. Vivian was always – always – so confident in who she was and what she was doing. She was the type of person who suffered no fools, and she wouldn't hesitate to take down a person with her words alone. So to hear this hare who was always haughty, always self-assured, always smart, and almost always right, be so vulnerable was stunning.

But...

But Veronica puffed out her chest. None of that mattered at this moment. Her cousin – her confident, haughty, self-assured, and smart cousin – was afraid of her future, and afraid that she'd fail her entire family. That's what mattered in this moment. So Veronica would do for her what she'd do for all those she loved.

She pulled up her hands, and gestured to Vivian for a hug. The blonde hare was stunned for a moment... before swallowing her spit and nodding. Extending her arms too, she moved in to meet Veronica's hug, and the two embraced atop this bed.

Their embrace was a strong one: filled with love and compassion. Veronica acted like a bulwark for Vivian, who felt strength being pushed into her very soul. And even though their embrace was a few moments long, she felt reinvigorated.

This was that North love.

“Vivi...” said Veronica as she pulled away, a reassuring smile on her lips, “I... I don't think... no... no... that's not it. Vivi. I know that's not going to happen. I know you won't fail me, or your parents, or our grandparents, or yourself. And you know what I know that? Because you're Vivian. You're the smartest person I've ever met. And I'm not just saying that because you're my cousin, and because I love you. I'm saying that because I know that to be true. I've never met anyone half as intelligent and as confident as you are. Vivi...” leaning in, she placed their foreheads together, “Can I... share something with you?”

“Uh... s-sure... what's wrong, Veronica?”

“Truth be told... I've always been jealous of you,” Veronica replied, this hapless smile adorning her lips, “You've... you've always been the eye of our family. Everyone's always so quick to praise you, and how smart you are. I even hear my brothers and sisters talk about how smart you are! And they were so excited to see you again since the last time we were together. Hah...” she closed her eyes, “You're so... special, Vivi. Not just to me, but to our whole family. The Norths aren't much; you know that. We're normal people. Construction workers, store associates, office workers. People you pass on the street and don't think twice about. But you?” eyes reopening, she gazed up at Veronica with her bright brown gaze, “You're nothing like that. Ever since we were children, when you pass people on the street, they turn and face you. You're so cool, and confident, and beautiful, and smart! You're just so... so perfect. And I'm just so... ah... so plain...”

Sitting on this bed, their hands interlocked, Vivian appeared genuinely surprised. Veronica... was jealous of her? Now, look, Vivian's no idiot. She knows there are plenty of people jealous of her. Her cousin said it herself: she was cool, confident, beautiful, and intelligent! But being envied by random people or her classmates is one thing. Being envied by Veronica – someone who didn't have a jealous bone in her body – is something else entirely.

How ironic. Here Vivian was being jealous of Veronica for how plain she perceived her as being, thinking her life was much easier because she didn't have the expectations of their family resting on her shoulder. Meanwhile, Veronica was jealous of her because of those same expectations. It actually helped put things into perspective for the haughty hare, who began to...

“Eh... ehehe... ehehehehehe...! Eha...! Hahahaha...! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Eyes screwed shut, Vivian began to laugh. And it wasn't the cool and uppity laugh she typically gave. This laugh was a full on belly laugh, one that filled the air around them as she struggled to keep herself in check. Her laughter grew louder and louder and louder, nearly falling backwards! But instead she fell forward, leaning her chin upon Veronica's shoulder, and hugging her cousin close.

At first, the brunette bunny was confused. She'd never heard Vivian laugh in such a way before! But as the seconds ticked on – and as her cousin's laughter continued on – Veronica too began to giggle. And those giggles quickly became a laughter all its own.

Here on this bed, completely naked and drenched in sweat and sex, these two bunnies laughed like someone told the greatest joke in the world. If one were to eavesdrop on them, they'd never know the taboo antics they got up to mere moments before. But the laughs did not remain for long. Slowly, the two began to calm down, and they broke their embrace so that they could lean their foreheads against one another once more.

Carmine eyes met brown ones once again as the two stared at one another. Were their uncertainties and anxieties of the future still there? Yes; that would never go away. But tonight – as weird as it was to say – helped remind them of one fact: they were not alone. They may no longer live in the same neighborhood, the same town, the same city, the same state... but they were still family... and they still loved one another.

So very much.

“Thank you, Veronica.”

“Heehee... thank you... Vivi...”

There was a brief moment where they sat there; forehead to forehead. And there was a brief moment where they sat there; nose to nose. And there was a brief moment where they pursed their lips. But the moment when they shared a kiss? That seemed to go on for several moments long.

Their tongues... they ground, swirled, and danced with one another. And when their lips parted ways, they did so with a strand of spittle hanging between the two. Pulling back further, Vivian and Veronica traded looks of embarrassment.

Neither had really commented on what they did, had they? They didn't just kiss one another, nor did they just grope one another... although that would have been plenty weird already. No, they had long, hot, steamy, drawn-out, sex. Lesbian sex no less!

Fucking hell! What is wrong with them!?

And yet... strangely... they weren't as disturbed by this as they should have been. In fact, Veronica tilted her head as a thought came to mind.

“Do you... want to do it again?”

Vivian's ears twitched.

“I... uh... hm...”

This? This was going to be a looooooooong week!