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Greetings all, Aliquis the Writer here.

_ Today I present to you a story of forbidden love, and since I'm a firm believer in warning my audience of what awaits them beforehand - despite the fact that the tags tell all - I'll go ahead and list what this has in it. First off, some light incest in the form of cousin/cousin love. Second, medium levels of offensive profanity. Third, my terrible sex scenes. (Which recycle a few choice words far too many times, in my opinion)._

_ You've been warned... (Evil cackle)_

_ Update: If you're wondering what these two look like while having sex, see here._

_ Update (2): There's a sequel to this story titled My Cousin is a Centaur - Aftermath here._

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My name is Avery, and I'm just your average guy from your average school. Nothing special here, and that's what's bothering me. Because I want someone in particular to notice me, and I just can't figure out how to garner her attention.

The person I'm talking about happens to be a girl that I've liked for like, forever. She's beautiful, smart, and loads of fun to be around... as well as cunning, forceful, and occasionally a bit mean. But I like every side of her, both the side that plays football and catch and video games with me, and the side that pushes me into mud puddles, puts meat in my pants, and sits on me all the time.

Her name is Samantha, but I just call her Sam. And unfortunately it seems life hates me, because she's a centaur. Not exactly an instant deal breaker in and of itself, but when you tack on the fact that she's my freaking cousin... Yeah, you can see why life really hates my guts.

But putting aside the impossibilities of it all, let me explain how I came about feeling the way I do. About ten years ago, when I was seven and she was eight, my aunt and uncle moved in next door to my family. That had been the first time we'd ever met, since Aunt and Uncle Fanburg – I swear, that's their surname – used to live way across on the other side of the U.S., somewhere on the East Coast.

Anyway, we practically grew up together as neighbors, and ever since I laid eyes on her, even as a kid, I haven't stopped thinking about her. That short, slim, lithe body, both the human half and donkey half. Her pretty, mischievous hazel eyes. Her short, tomboyish light-brown hair with little blonde highlights streaking through it. And of course her funny little laugh that she hates but I adore. Every part of her, whether it resembles more a human or an equine is incredible attractive to me, because it belongs to her.

“Sam, mmm, yeah, right there!"

As pathetic as it is, I've been jerking off to mental images of my cousin for years. I imagine myself kissing her, sucking on her breasts, licking her twitching equine pussy until she cums, then sticking my raging cock inside of her and becoming one...

I know it's unrealistic, because someone amazing like her wouldn't want someone bland like me. And of course there's the whole cousin thing; I'm sure she sees me as nothing more than a little brother. Besides, people think cousins being in love is gross and wrong. Dating me would mean she'd have to put up with people judging us, and I don't want to put her through something like that. The final straw is our very selves. Her parents are a mixed species couple, and after seeing how much flak they get she'll inevitably go for some hot centaur guy over a human like me. Basically, things are easier and less difficult, and we'll both probably be a lot happier if I just keep quite about my weird attraction and try to just get over my cousin as quickly as I can.

“Ngh!"

I held in a moan of pleasure as I shot my seed out onto my bare stomach, the mental image of Sam's face in ecstasy as we made passionate love pushing me over the edge. A stray thought drifted through my pleasure-addled mind, that being how great it would feel to do it with the real thing instead of fantasizing about it. I quickly dismissed the thought though, since I'm supposed to be getting over her, not trying to convince myself it would be worth trashing our current relationship so that I can have sex with her.

I sighed, grabbing some tissue and wiping up my mess before it leaked onto my bed. As soon as I'd finished I started getting hard again though, thoughts of Sam still raging through my mind. So, like any healthy teenager would, I decided to have another go at it. Shut up about the 'getting over her' thing, I can jack off to hot girls whether they're my cousin or not.

It didn't take long for me to feel the familiar feeling of semen building up in my shaft, and I figured I was almost there. Finally I reached the precipice, and my penis was about to go all volcano on me when I heard the front door slam shut and heavy hoof-fall race up the stairs.

“Hey Avery, I wanna play Battle Field-!"

It was in that one moment, as my door flung open, that I felt the most complete sense of horror I've ever felt in my life. I'd forgotten to lock it, and now Sam was going to see me, half naked, masturbating to thoughts of her.

I quickly whipped my blanket up over myself, but it was too late. Sam cut herself off mid-sentence as she noticed something was up.

“What're you doing?" She asked me, but the smirk on her face told me she already knew.

“I-I wasn't doing anything, I just... I feel sick, so..."

I fake coughed, but my cousin wasn't buying it.

“Yeah right, you were unloading, weren't you?" She hit the nail right on the head, and I felt my body twitch involuntarily. I held my arms out in a vain attempt to stop her as she briskly walked over to my bed, looking around for something. “So what kind of embarrassing stuff do you jerk off to, anyway? I'll bet it's something weird, like bondage or little sister junk, huh?"

“What? No, no porn here, I don't look at that stuff," I told the complete truth. I just imagine me and Sam in a variety of sexual situations when I masturbate. I've never really needed anything else, to be honest.

“Liar, every guy does. Just admit it, you're hiding it under your blanket with your raging boner."

As if her finding me like this wasn't bad enough, Sam suddenly ripped my blanket back, revealing my erection.

“Whoa, you're pretty big, huh?" she murmured, and I could have sworn I detected a little glimmer of desire in her eyes.

“Hey, don't look at it!" I exclaimed, reaching for my blanket. As I did Sam glanced around, a small frown creeping over her face.

“Were you being serious when you said you don't jerk off to porn? I could never find your stash in your room, and I thought catching you would reveal what kind of kinky fetishes you had. What a letdown," she grumbled to herself, sounding surprisingly disappointed.

To be frank, I'm glad I don't jerk off to porn, because if I did it would all be cousin and/or centaur themed – and thus a dead giveaway as to how I really see her. I might not be content just being best-friend cousins, but I definitely don't want to alienate her. I'd rather live in this hell of being friend-zoned than lose her entirely.

“Anyway, get out of my room, would you? This is embarrassing enough as it is, and you're just making it worse," I said awkwardly. Sam just tossed me an uncaring look.

“So what were you jerking off to, huh?"

Is she still going on about that?

“Why do you care so much? It's not like it's any of your business."

Sam nodded her head hearing this.

“Yeah, I know. But I was thinking, if you weren't unloading to a picture of some hot, naked girl, then you must have been imagining something in your head."

I gulped. What if she figures it out? No no, she'd probably just figure it's some porn star, right? Whatever the case, I need to stay calm and make sure I don't give her any clues as to who my fantasy sex partner really is.

“It was Frances Rossborroh, wasn't it?"

To my surprise, Sam guessed just about the last person I'd ever want to screw. But more surprising, I think, was the sour look on her face. It's almost like she's... No way, it's just my imagination.

“What?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion at her guess. “Why would it be Frances? She's bratty and conceited-"

“And hot," Sam added tartly.

“Yeah, kind of I guess," I murmured. “But there's prettier girls out there, in my opinion."

“Sure there are, like who exactly? She's model material, idiot. Just how high are your standards?"

This is getting weird... no, can that, this got weird a while ago. Why is Sam so interested in all this stuff? And why does she look like she's feeling all hopeless and discouraged about something now? I hardly ever see her looking like that.

“A-Actually, they're way higher than Frances Rossborroh," I finally said. This only seemed to make Sam feel even worse.

“Seriously? Just who the hell are you aiming for exactly?"

Now Sam seemed a bit curious, annoyed, and downtrodden. Somehow the first thing that came to mind were the words 'pitifully cute' and a mental picture of a depressed puppy.

“Um, I..."

I want to hug her tightly and to tell her I love her right now, despite the many, many drawbacks to doing so. I want to kiss her deeply and passionately, and melt that sad, agitated look from her face. I want to make her happy. That's all I want to do right now.

“That is, the girl I like..."

This isn't good, I'm moving towards her instinctively. She hasn't noticed yet, but she will any moment now. I can still stop, play it safe, definitely not ruin anything. I can still keep myself from crossing that forbidden taboo of a line and from entering dangerous territory that will change my life forever. I can, but...

Sam looked over at me, strait into my eyes with her pretty hazel pair. I saw so much in those eyes, and the look there somehow gave me a sudden boost of confidence. I reached out my hand towards her face. She watched it near her with a bit of confusion, but I couldn't help noticing she didn't pull away.

“Ave, what're you-?"

My cousin gasped as I pulled her into a kiss, and bliss washed over me. I've wanted to do this forever, and now I feel I should have done it much sooner. All of my trepidations over wanting this kind of relationship with my cousin of all people vanished in one single, wonderful instant.

“-hat are you doing?!"

And then, reality struck. I tumbled backward as Sam pushed me, her face so red I thought she was going to explode any second.

“S-Sorry, it's just I wanted to kiss you so bad, I just... My body just moved on it's own!" I rapidly explained, trying in vain to figure out why I had thought kissing Sam was a good idea. Stupid body, now you've gone off and ruined everything!

“Y-You kissed me!"

For a long moment I just sat there, staring at my lap. Then I realized my cock was still hanging out, so I looked at my legs instead.

“Could you... have a thing for me?"

I froze hearing this, my heart rate increasing. Again. At this rate I'll have a heart attack and die young.

“Um, I kind of, sort of, might have had a huge crush on you... ever since we first met," I told her softly, wondering what she was going to do.

“So then..."

I looked up just in time to see a confusingly happy, contented, and sly look cross Sam's face as she intentionally jiggled her average-sized breasts with one arm, almost like she was flirting with or trying to seduce me.

“...could it be that you were thinking about me when you were jerking off just now?"

I gulped as she took a step closer, her hard hoof thudding softly on my bedroom's carpeted floor.

“I-I..." Was all I managed.

“You were getting hard to thoughts of your naked cousin, what a perv. Did you imagine fucking me? Sticking your dirty dick in my soft, wet pussy and making incestuous love?"

Why is she acting like this all of a sudden?! It's like she's a wild animal ready to pounce on me or something! I was proven right in my analogy as, with a triumphant shout, Sam jumped on top of me, gently pinning me to my bed with her much larger body.

“What're you doing, get off me!" I shouted in vain. Because truthfully I know she won't get off, and I know I don't want her to get off. Whatever she's planning on doing, every fiber of my being wants it.

“Nope, not happening. You got me this aroused, now you get to take responsibility."

If that means what I think it means... This is unbelievable, like some kind of dream. I really can't believe it's real. Am I dreaming? I have to be, right?

No, her body weight on me, her intoxicating scent, that wild, lustful look in her eyes: All that points to this being all too real.

I reentered nirvana as Sam leaned forward and our lips met again, and I felt her hand reach down and locate my cock. Then she began stroking it, slowly at first but increasing the speed as she went. I hesitantly reached out, and she moaned a little as I grabbed her boobs. They're so soft, yet have a certain firmness that's so tantalizing.

“Want to see them in all their glory?"

I nodded my head hearing the offer, and Sam quickly pulled off her shirt to reveal she wasn't wearing a bra, as per usual. And for the first time since we were kids playing 'I dare you' I saw her glorious bare chest, from the perky, perfectly-sized breasts, to her already-erect nipples, to her slightly rough yet amazingly sexy tanned skin.

Her hand found my cock again right as mine found her boobs, and we both let loose small moans as we began playing with each other.

“Hmm, you're not bad," Sam told me. “Don't tell me you've done this before."

“Of course not, I just picked it up from online," I quickly told her. As if I could do this with anyone but her, I've never had any interest. “And what about you? You - urg - you're already pushing me to my limit."

Sam chuckled softly, leaning in and kissing me again.

“That's a secret," she told me, and I felt a small pang of jealousy rip through me. She has done it with some other guy, hasn't she? Damn it. Fine then, this other guy can't possibly compete with my feelings, so I'll just show her how much I love her, that I want her pleasure ten times as much as I want my own!

“What the-?" Sam cut herself off with a loud moan as I sat up from the waist, going from just using my hands on her chest to using my mouth as well. She squirmed a bit, her rhythm faltering as I rubbed and sucked and gently pinched her nipples and the mounds they were situated on. But even though her handjob was worsening in quality, the pleasure I felt from hearing her alluring moans of pleasure more than made up for it.

“N-No way, I'm cumming from this?"

I was a bit surprised to hear Sam stutter this out. Am I really doing such a good job, even though I've never done this before? Maybe I'm a natural or something. Or maybe my love for her is overcoming my inexperience? Wow, that's cliché, but I'm proud of it none the less.

“Ahhh!"

The sound of Sam cumming instantly drove me over the edge, and I grunted as I shot out my seed all over her underside. For a moment we both just laid there panting, then Sam smiled, moving down a little.

“What're you...?" I began, but I trailed off as I realized what she was up to.

“We're not done yet, you know," She told me, right before sticking the tip of my cock in her mouth. I could feel her sucking what was left of my cum out, swallowing it without hesitation. I started getting hard again really quick just watching her, much to her delight.

“Wow, you recover quick, don't you?" she said teasingly. Then she began licking up and down my shaft, causing it to swell even more. Her hands toyed with my balls as she swallowed my cock again, this time allowing almost half of it to vanish into the depths of her mouth.

“Urg, that feels... so good!" I exclaimed as she started bobbing up and down, expertly using her tongue and wrapping it around my shaft. Then she started going faster, and deeper, until finally she had three-quarters of my penis down her throat.

“I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum again!"

Sam didn't even bother taking my cock out, taking the full brunt of my load right in the mouth. After the spasms of pleasure finally subsided and the cum stopped flowing she pulled off, swallowing what hadn't just gone down her throat on it's own.

“Hmm, you cum a lot even on the second round. Impressive."

“I'm a normal, healthy guy you know, of course I can handle this much," I shot back indignantly, feeling a bit offended for some reason. Sam just smirked, getting off of my bed and turning around so her rear end was facing me.

“Think you can handle this?" she asked me, and I watched in awe as she lifted her tail – the equivalent of clothing for a centaur – and revealed her large, black-rimmed pussy. “See how wet I am? I can feel my juices leaking into my fur."

That primal urge to fuck took over right about then, but at the moment I was still limp as a noodle. So then what could I do while my body was recovering? I grinned, knowing exactly what activity I was going to engage in to occupy my free time.

I got up off my bed and knelt down behind Sam, shakily reaching out and peeling away the outer folds of her pussy to reveal the beautiful pink interior. I never thought it would be this attractive, the mere appearance and smell – damn, that intoxicating scent – turning me on big time. I wonder how it tastes? How Sam tastes?

Said cousin gasped as I dove in, finger gently playing with her clit as my tongue lapped away at her vent. Loud, satisfied moans escaped Sam's lips as I played with her, her pussy twitching in delight under my onslaught of pleasuring.

“W-Where did you learn to d-do this?!" she moaned loudly as I shoved my tongue inside her, and I could feel her whole body trembling from the pleasure. Then she gasped, her moaning intensifying as I found a particularly pleasurable spot. So I focused there, paying special attention to her incredibly sensitive nub to ensure I drove her over the edge.

“Ahh, right there, right there, yesss-!"

Sam loosed a loud cry of ecstasy, her juices squirted out all over my face. They also flowed liberally into my mouth, causing her taste to intensify, that strong, fishy flavor that's somewhere between foul and delicious permeating my taste buds.

After a moment of panting and regaining herself, Sam looked back at me with a strong desire in her eyes, and somehow I knew just from that what she wanted.

“Come on, put it in already. I want you inside me, Ave."

Words I've dreamed of all my life entered my ears, and I felt so ridiculously happy it wasn't funny. But that joy was tainted a bit by the fact that not only had other guys done this before me, but also that this whole experience would be so much better if Sam actually felt the way I do towards her instead of just doing this because she's horny.

But while I was a bit sad, I was still feeling that carnal lust that made my grievances seem trivial in comparison. By now I was ready and rearing to go, hormones flowing freely as I rose to my feet and prepared to lose my virginity. Without hesitation I shoved my rock-hard cock into Sam's soaking-wet cunt, her warm wet folds enveloping my member.

“Nng!"

I immediately knew something was wrong just from Sam's body language.

“What? What's the matter?" I asked worriedly, but my cousin wasn't facing me at the moment so I couldn't tell what she was thinking. Then I looked down, and my eyes widened. “Sam, is this your first...?"

“Damn, I always thought it broke when I was a filly because I was so active," she muttered in annoyance. “It smarts, but it's not a big deal. It hurt worse when I broke my leg, so-"

“That's not very reassuring!" I exclaimed, my worry only increasing. But Sam just laughed, pushing into me despite how uncomfortable it must have felt.

“I'm kidding, don't worry about it. Now move, I feel like my insides are on fire."

Even though I was worried about how she felt, I don't know if I could have stopped my hips from moving on their own for much longer even if she'd asked me to. The warm, soft depths of her pussy seemed to suck me up, wrapping around my cock and squeezing me as I pushed in and out slowly.

“It-It's starting to feel good now. Go faster Ave, fuck me harder," Sam moaned, and I gladly complied.

Unfortunately, since this is my first time and all, things didn't last long. I managed to keep it held in for about a couple dozen thrusts through sheer willpower in an attempt to make her cum first, but in the end it was all in vain.

“S-Sam, I'm sorry, but I'm cumming!" I grunted through gritted teeth as I humped her, wrapping my arms around her midsection in an attempt to distract myself.

“G-Go ahead and cum, just cum inside!"

Despite my less-than-coherent state of mind, her words set off about twenty-gazillion red flags in my head right off the bat.

“What?! I can't do that, you'll-!"

“Don't worry, I'm on the pill! Just cum!"

Part of me was madly screaming that even if she was on birth control this was a bad idea. But the part in charge right then, the primal, sex-driven side of me said screw it all. And so I abandoned any reservations I had about cumming inside, groaning as I finally let the torturous pressure in my lower half free.

Sam gasped, her whole body trembling as I pushed as deep into her as I could and shot my seed into the depths her womb, cumming for the third time – the forth if we're counting my earlier jerking off – with the same strength as my earlier ejaculations. Pleasure buzzed through my head as I spent a good five or ten seconds emptying my load, but by the time I finished I felt completely drained for some reason. I pulled out of Sam's steaming slit and collapsed backwards onto my bed, mind reeling at what had just happened.

“T-That was amazing," Sam said between gasps, her legs shaking slightly. I couldn't help grinning a bit, feeling proud that even if she wasn't serious about me like I was about her, at least she'd remember this time with me. It's not what I really want, but it's something; A – hopefully – permanent place in her heart as the man who took her virginity.

All of a sudden a wave of tiredness washed over me, and I yawned. My eyelids felt heavy all of a sudden, and then they were closed, my mind beginning to wander. After a few moments I felt my bed shift as a large body climbed up onto it, and Sam laid down next to me, her arms wrapping around me as she snuggled up to my side.

It was all so comfortable, and the desire to sleep unbearably strong. And so, finding no reason to resist, I allowed sleep to claim me to it's murky, incoherent depths.

---

“Maybe it was all a dream?"

I sat in my bed, legs crossed Indian-style as I remembered yesterday. If it had been real, then Sam had left sometime after I had fallen asleep, because when I'd awoken she was gone. I haven't seen her since; She hadn't visited or approached me at school.

“I wonder, what was that to her? Just a fling with her cousin? Was she just feeling horny after catching me masturbating to her, so she decided to use me as her personal sex toy?"

Damn it all, does our relationship mean that little to her? Was I even less on her radar than I thought? I'd always assumed I held the title of 'best friend', but now that this had happened could it be she saw me as nothing more than an 'object' for her sexual satisfaction?

“This really sucks," I muttered miserably, covering my head with my pillow.

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Almost a month has passed since I had sex with Sam, and things between us haven't improved at all. She's undergone a weird shift in her behavior when she's around me, going from overly casual and friendly to somewhat nervous and standoffish. Our conversations – when we have them – are tense and lacking their usual easy flow. I'm beginning to think that maybe this whole thing really did ruin something between us after all.

As if her treating me like some kind of thing to be avoided isn't bad enough, I'm pretty sure she's seeing some other guy now. Guess that means my question about what her feelings towards me are just got answered. This is exactly why I didn't want her finding out that I liked her. Now I feel terrible all the time because I feel used and hurt; Used in that despite not reciprocating my feelings she'd strait up and – literally – fuck with me, and hurt in that she'd do something as intimate as having sex with me only to drop me for some other guy.

To be honest, the depression is way worse than I ever imagined it would be. I always knew I loved Sam a lot, but I never actually considered that I'd be this into her. It hurts like hell every day, especially when I'm anywhere near her, and frankly it's gotten so bad that I've contemplated suicide. But no matter how much I contemplate it, I keep coming to the conclusion that my life problems aren't really that bad and I'm being dramatic, besides for which I feel that suicide is stupidly shortsighted.

And so, here I am, suffering through my first crushing defeat on the battlefield called love. I feel like such a loser right now for so many reasons.

“Hey Avery, get up you lazy bum!"

Shit, I forgot to lock my bedroom door again!

Sam came bursting into my room for the first time since what seems like forever, a huge grin plastered all over her face like she just won the lotto.

“Why should I? Life sucks," I muttered, pulling my blanket over my head. That wasn't stopping Sam though. With a loud snort she tore my sanctuary off of me, right before grabbing my arm and dragging me off of my bed and onto the floor.

“Oh, stop being so pessimistic! The future looks bright, lover-boy!"

What the hell is going on?! Why is she acting like this after spending so long avoiding me?!

“What's up with you?! Why'd you make a one-eighty, then another one-eighty?! You've been avoiding me for almost a month, and now you suddenly want to be all buddy-buddy again?! Well we can't Sam, not after what happened! It meant the world to me, but you just treat it like some random one-night-stand!"

I let a bit too much slip, and all of the pain and insecurity I've been saving up over the past month surfaced in full force. Tears built up in my eyes, and it hit me again that, to this person that I've been in love with for so long, I'm only as important as some random guy in a seedy bar slinging around lousy pickup lines.

“Are you an idiot? Don't put words in my mouth, dumb-ass."

I looked up to find Sam, as in Sam, blushing heavily as she looked at me out of the corner of her eyes.

“Don't say it didn't mean anything to me. Why do you think I've been avoiding you? It's because it made me infinitely more self-conscious around you, and I needed time to get my bearings. And to wait to see if that happened, too."

Is she... Is this happening?

“What're you trying to say?" I asked her, hope slowly returning to me. Is it possible I was just missing something? Was I just being a dramatic teenage idiot and not seeing the whole picture? Could... could she like me after all?

“You're so dense," she sighed, shaking her head. “I gave you my first time, didn't I? I waited so long to have sex, I risked looking like an inexperienced idiot in front of you, all because I wanted you to be my first, and only."

She is saying it, isn't she!

“B-But what about that guy at school, the one you're going out with?!" I exclaimed, bringing that up for some inexplicable reason I can't comprehend. Sam snorted, then began laughing.

“Danny Nielman? That's just a stupid rumor you know, something somebody who had way too much time on their hands began circulating. I'm not interested in him at all, he's just some stupid-ass rich kid punk who buys all of his friends. Simply put, he's a loser."

I was taken off guard as Sam suddenly and rapidly began closing the distance between us, giving an ecstatic smile that somehow almost bordered on disturbing – yet still got my pulse racing – as she did so.

“But you, I've been interested in you for a long time, Ave. I just couldn't muster up the courage to tell you. But then I caught you jerking off to me, and I was so happy to find out you liked me too, I just couldn't restrain myself."

“S-So does that mean that-"

I was cut off as Sam kissed me, a deep, passionate kiss. She still hasn't said it, but I could feel her expressing her feelings in that kiss. And that kiss was exactly like every last one of the kisses we'd shared while making love. Suicide is shortsighted after all.

“That answer your question?" she asked me with a smirk as she pulled away, and I dumbly nodded my head, my mind in a daze. “Alright then, come on! We've got to tell our parents the good news!"

My daze was instantly shattered, and panic rose inside me like a thermometer on the sun.

“W-What?! No way, we can't...! Don't be rash Sam, we've got to think-!"

“What's there to think about?!"

I almost fell head-first down the stairs as Sam dragged me along behind her, frantically trying to keep my balance while thinking of a way to stop her. But then all of a sudden we were in the living room, and mom and dad's piercing, all-seeing eyes were on us.

“Hey Aunt and Uncle Herrison, guess what?!"

I'm so dead, they're gonna kill me, both my parents and hers! I'm gonna die, go to hell, be reincarnated, and then die and go to hell again! It's a never-ending cycle of suffering and torment!

“What is it, dear?" my mother asked sweetly. Sam grinned happily, and I waited for the inevitable slaughter to ensue.

“Me and Ave are getting married!"

Utter silence.

“Married?! Who said anything about marriage?!" I was, surprisingly, the first one to break the awkwardness – I think mom and dad thought it was a joke. Sam gave me a look that said 'Duh, it's the logical thing to do', and I got a bad feeling deep in my gut.

“Well you've got to take responsibility, now don't you?"

“Responsibility?" my dad asked, his eyes narrowing to slits as he glared at me suspiciously.

“Of course, didn't I mention it? I'm pregnant!"

I fainted.

---

“Why would you do this! I'm still young, I can't be a father!"

“Easy! If I'm pregnant, our parents will be more willing to agree to us being together."

“Oh. But still!"

“Just shut up and fuck me, would you?"

“...Fine. But I'm still mad at you."

“Then take out your anger on my naughty donkey pussy, okay lover-boy?"

“Oh I will. I most definitely will."

“Ooh..."

“Mmm...!"

“Ahh!"

“I'm cumming!"

“M-Me too!"

“Hey Ave?"

“Yeah?"

“I love you."

“I love you too."

“Do you love the baby?"

“I've never met it, but... yeah, I think I do."

“Stay with us forever?"

“You know the answer, idiot."

“Can you say it anyway?"

“Sure. I'll always be by your side, to love and to hold, and all that other stuff."

“...It's gonna be hard, you know. People won't like 'us'."

“I know that. But you know, I don't care. If they don't like it, screw them."

“I think I'm rubbing off on you, because those are my sentiments exactly."

“Hmm, I love you so much."

“Back at ya, tiger."

Fin