Breathless

Chapter Six

After Brooke left for work, I was just sitting in my room with my knees pulled up to my chest. Mom and Dad were back on my mind again... I felt a few tears slip out, and then my door opened.

"Are you okay?" Chris asked in an unsure tone as he walked towards me and sat on the bed. I just wiped away my tears and nodded.

"I know you miss them." He said softly.

"When I'm with you, I forget about them." I whispered.

"Really?" He asked. I nodded and there was a brief silence before he cleared his throat.

"Um, I just came in here to ask you if you needed anything?" He asked unsurely. I crawled over to him.

"Well, there is one thing you could do for me." I said softly. He raised an eyebrow.

"Which is..." He motioned for me to continue and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

"You can make me forget ALL about them." I said in a seductive voice. He finally understood where I was going with this and he crushed his lips to mine, making me moan as he pushed his tongue into my mouth roughly. He moved his lips to my ear.

"We got interrupted earlier." He whispered as his hands slowly began to slide up my dress. I remained silent as he stroked my thighs.

"You really want me to help you out of this dress?" He asked curiously. I nodded quickly, not trusting myself to speak. He slid the dress over my head and tossed it to the floor as he pushed me back onto the bed. He kissed me again and slipped off his shirt so I could gaze at his chest and abs. His fingers trailed down my body, making me want him more. He took off the rest of my clothing and tossed it carelessly to the floor. Then he sat back and admired my body shamelessly. I could see his arousal through his boxers, and I yearned to see it. He leaned towards me and planted kisses from my neck to my stomach. Then he kissed the inside of my thigh, teasing me.

"Chris..." I said, but I was cut off as his lips suddenly kissed that spot between my legs that ached so badly for him. I shouted out in surprise as he continued, but before I could reach my peak he came back up and kissed me again.

"You want me to take off my boxers?" He teased, pressing his lower half against me so I could feel him. I nodded quickly and he smirked before reaching down and slowly sliding them off his hips.

"Have you done this before?" He asked as his boxers hit the floor. I shook my head no and he smiled wickedly.

"Me neither." He whispered as he intertwined our hands and rested them above my head. He looked in my eyes as he slowly entered me and I gasped in shock. He went slowly, trying not to hurt me, but soon the sharp stinging pain was replaced by pleasure. He started to pick up the pace as I moaned his name, and he grunted loudly. He kept going until I felt a knotting in my stomach, and then I came all over him. He thrusted a few more times before he groaned and pulled out, releasing on my stomach. We were both breathing hard, and as I looked into his eyes a sudden thought struck me.

What the hell did I just do?

"Chanelle, are you okay?" Chris whispered in my ear.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine. More than fine actually." I smiled at him. I didn't care anymore. So what, he was my cousin? That wasn't gonna stop me.

"Chris?" I said softly.

"Hmm?"

"A-are you okay with this? I mean, the first time-"

"If I wasn't okay with it, I wouldn't have done it in the first place. And I wouldn't have broken up with Monica."

"You broke up with Monica because of me?" I asked.

"Mm hm. T-the first time you kissed me, I wanted to kiss you back but, the only thing that was on my mind then was Monica and the fact that we were cousins. But then the second time you kissed me, I couldn't take it. I had to kiss you then. And I realized I needed to end it with Monica. She didn't make me the feel the way you make me feel."

"And how do I make you feel?"

"Shy. Happy. I get nervous around you." He started blushing, looking as cute as ever.

"You make me feel the same way. And you leave me breathless." I kissed him softly.

"Is that a good thing?" He said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. Yes it is." I loved the feeling of having his naked body pressed against mine. He slowly got off of me and headed into the bathroom.

"Chris, what's your school like?" I said loud enough for him to hear me. Brooke said she was gonna enroll me in Chris's school and that I would start next week but for right now, I was to stay at home and Chris stayed at home with me so I wouldn't be alone. Apparently he could afford to miss a few days.

"Um, it's fairly okay." I heard him say. "Most of the kids are nice and it has its groups. You know football jocks, then the pretty girls, then nerds and so on."

"What's your group?"

"The football jocks of course."

"You played football?"

"Yep. Pretty good if I do say so myself." He came out the bathroom dressed in his boxers and got back in the bed.

"Can you at least put on your bra and underwear so I can concentrate?" He said, gazing at my body. I laughed and picked my stuff up off the floor, putting on my bra and underwear. He cradled me in his arms and we soon fell asleep..

***

I woke up and noticed I wasn't in Chris's arms anymore. I was alone except for Maurice who was on the floor on the side of bed, looking up at me like he had been waiting for me to wake up. I yawned and rubbed my eyes before rolling out of bed. I was a little sore, but not that much. I slowly went downstairs and saw Chris standing at the stove cooking what appeared to be bacon and eggs. I looked at the clock and realized it was 1:30 in the afternoon. Well I guess I had slept in.

"Smells good." I said as I sat at the table. Chris turned around and smiled when he saw me.

"Hey sleepyhead." He commented. I stuck my tongue out at him and he playfully rolled his eyes as he turned back to the stove. A few minutes later he handed me my plate as he sat down across from me. I kept sneaking glances at him as we ate, and he caught me staring a few times.

"Like what you see?" He asked, referring to the fact that he was shirtless. I blushed and looked away as I heard him chuckle.

When we were both done eating, he took our plates and put them away before walking back over to me. He kissed me softly as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I love you." He whispered against my lips. I smiled.

"I love you too." I responded. I loved the feeling of his warm arms around me, and I also loved the fact that I was the only person he had ever slept with. Not Monica. Just me. I kissed his neck lightly and he pulled away and smirked.

"What do you wanna do today?" He asked curiously.

"I don't know." I replied with a shrug. Suddenly, Maurice skidded into the room with a loud yelp as he leapt into my lap.

"I think he wants to go outside." I commented as he licked my face rapidly.

"We can take him to the park." Chris suggested.

"Okay." I said. I put on Maurice's leash and Chris grabbed his car keys as we headed outside. We got in the car and I held Maurice in my lap as we headed to the park.

When Chris parked the car, Maurice hopped out and began barking wildly. I shushed him and he looked at me curiously. Chris took my hand as we walked down the small path, and I wished that he would never let go. When we got to a secluded spot near the woods, Chris stopped me and turned me around, pressing his lips to mine as he kissed me deeply. I kissed him back, and Maurice just stared at us impatiently. He began tugging at the leash on my wrist and the second it slipped off my hand, I pulled away from Chris.

"Maurice!" I yelled, running after him as he darted into the woods. I heard Chris close behind me and I ran as fast as I could, gosh this puppy had a lot of energy. Finally, his leash got snagged on a fallen branch and he flew backwards as the leash yanked him by his neck. He yelped and started whimpering.

"Serves you right, bad dog." I picked him up and he looked at me apologetically. I turned around and saw Chris leaning on his knees trying to catch his breath.

"Man, he's fast." He breathed.

"I know. Come on." I linked my arm through his and we started to walk back the way we came.we spent a little more time at the park then finally headed home when Maurice started to get tired.

At home, I ran up to my room and fell on my bed, remembering that the funeral was tomorrow. Usually people waited a week to have a funeral but I guess they wanted to get it over with. It must be a closed casket ceremony because they were burned badly. I hoped that I was gonna be able to hold myself together even though I knew I wasn't.