Her hands were clear for only moments before he rocked forward, slipping into her. Not too long ago there would have been bargaining, denial, recriminations - at least now she knew she liked it, and she's either to embarrassed, too naive, or too excited to have remembered to ask him to use a condom even once so far. Sengo gasped as he rocks into her, the swollen tip of him pressing back, until the tightness and pressure suggest he should take it slow. He was only halfway buried in her, though that's still four inches, and he groaned, breath hitching, rocking his hips gently to try and press himself deeper. Bottoming out inside his cousin always felt amazing.

"Nnmmm," he said, not quite coherently, laughed, and then, one hand bracing beside her on the mattress, reached up to pinch one of her breasts again, finger closing around the edges of her aureola, rubbing, rolling soft skin between his fingertips.

"Fuck you feel good. God. Imagine all the... family reunions... we wasted."