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She is the One (Part 18)

Date: 10/14/2014, Categories: Fiction, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: jashley13, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

get hurt if she keeps pursuing this dead-end. Is it any of my business? Yes, she’s my cousin. But she’s able to take care of herself. Doesn’t mean I have to stop caring about her and looking out for her. Fuck. I just prayed this didn’t all blow up in my face. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Unfortunately, I didn’t get to see Kayla for the rest of the day. They got stuck in traffic coming home from…wherever they went. Dinner, I think. Apparently, it had begun to snow just outside of town so we could expect it to hit us probably overnight. Sorry, Tara. Snow is happening. It’s such a weird feeling when the sun sets around six and by nine, you’re feeling like it’s midnight. I looked at the clock. 9:15. And I was tired as hell. Shit, I didn’t want to be going to bed before midnight! It was vacation! And if Kayla got home before I went to be, I wanted to at least see her, maybe give her a kiss. Anything else was pretty much out of the question. Mom didn’t even have the energy to cook a meal when they got home from the movies (one of the first signs of the Apocalypse, I think). We ended up ordering pizza and munching it in silence while we flipped through the television, much as Tara had been doing earlier. Not much conversation but we were all too tired to think of much to say anyway. It was a weird evening. Speaking of Tara, I didn’t know if she had actually put the blunt question to Carson ... yet but their conversation had certainly turned serious. Her expression had become steadily darker as the evening progressed, each new text message increasing the frown on her forehead. I tried asking her a couple of times what was wrong but she just shook her head each time. Had she asked him? Was this just initial disappointment? Or…I remembered how he evaded the issue earlier. Was he doing it again? Damn it, why did I have to say something? Ugh…maybe I was too much of a goody-two-shoes. Eventually I made my excuses about being tired and slipped off. Everyone muttered a ‘goodnight’ to me. Everyone except Tara. “Goodnight, Tara,” I said. She looked up, morose. “Night,” she intoned flatly. Poor girl. I had shot a few messages to Kayla but no response. I figured her phone might be dead or service was shitty. I know whenever I went on the highway, my service got dropped more often than a redneck’s baby. It did make the sluggishness of the evening even worse, something even video games couldn’t help alleviate. I played some Skyrim , lost interest after a while, fucked around online for a bit, lost interest again, and looked at the clock. 9:43. Damn it. I yawned long and loud. I didn’t want to be tired but, then again, it wasn’t like I had anyone to hang with to keep me awake. Joe and Belle were on a date, Craig was probably hanging with Carson, and Kayla…was out-of-reach. Shit, for a second I even considered shooting Jessica a text just to say hey. Maybe another time. Still too ...