3 comments/ 24005 views/ 36 favorites Bad Decisions By: thedeviantsmind Chapter 1 As the buzzer went off for the eighth time in the match, Patrick found himself rising to his feet and cheering when Kat made yet another goal for her team, increasing their lead from five - two, to six - two. Then as she made a tired limp away from the net, her teammates swarmed and showered her with congratulations before they got back to playing. These indoor soccer matches now tended to be the highlight of his weeks since he'd been staying in VA Beach, seeing as besides gaming during the day, or occasionally going to the bar with his uncle when he wasn't too tired, there weren't many other options. So the first time Kat came home from college and asked if he wanted to go watch her play, he jumped at the notion, and since then it had become his Tuesday and Thursday night staple. Now noting the gazes of a few curious onlookers, he smiled sheepishly and returned to his seat while the match ploughed on for an another fifteen minutes, until the referee finally blew his whistle, bringing the game to an end, leaving Kat's team victorious with a six - two lead over the opponents. Noticing Kat limping over to the subs-bench he decided to go check and see how she was doing. Thinking back, it was a hard game for her, she had taken a few falls and shoves, and now from the way she was limping he could only think that maybe her knee was acting up again. It would make sense since she had always been told not to push herself too hard, after tearing her ACL back at sixteen in high school, but like her father - his uncle - her love for soccer pushed her to disregard the advice of the doctor, and now three years later at nineteen, here she was playing competitively once more. Upon reaching the fiberglass barrier between the walkway and the field, Kat's gazed met his and with a motion of her hand, she indicated that she wanted him for something. Sighing Patrick looked at the warning sign that stated - staff and team members only, beyond this point - then proceeded through the doorway. "Sup?" He asked reaching her, and with a pained expression on her face she looked up as she swung her leg back and forth. "My knee freaking hurts." She said groaning as her friend Jessi came back with an icepack and began applying it to her knee. "It's not that bad right babe?" Jessi always called everyone babe, it seemed to be a common word for her, and she confirmed it one time they were chilling and she referred to her mother by the same term. "Nah, it just hurts." Kat replied and Patrick stood awkwardly above the two of them while they carried on a conversation. Clearing his throat to get their attention he asked, "So what did you want me for, again?" "Did you want to stand up out there by yourself, until I could walk out?" Kat questioned in response and he nodded as she smirked and stood, Jessi supporting her while he grabbed her backpack and followed while the new teams for the next match began to file into the area. It took less than two minutes for them to reach the exit, and once outside Patrick immediately zipped up his jacket, which as far as he was concerned offered him zero resistance against the cold, but his uncle assured him it was a good jacket. To him, nothing would ever be a good jacket, all he wanted was to be inside and in his bed. "I, fucking, hate, winter." He mumbled and Jessi and Kat laughed at him as the two of them hobbled to the curb before Kat put weight on her leg, tentative at first before nodding to Jessi that it was okay. "Alright, message me and let me know you get home." Jessi ordered, and left to go to her car on the opposite side of the parking lot, giving Patrick a curt smile before she did. Leaving him and Kat standing on the curb before they began to head to the car. "I have no idea how you and your brother do it." Patrick said, pulling the jacket closer for warmth as Kat continued slowly to the car. "What'd you mean?" She questioned, looking at him as he managed a slight laugh and looked back at her. Thinking that even though she hadn't been playing soccer for a few years, she still looked pretty good, sure she gained a little weight, but it seemed to go to all the right places as the old folk would say. Still, as they walked, the cold the air whipping at his face, he refused to take his hands out of his pockets, and regretted immensely not having walked with a hoodie, he couldn't understand how she could practically saunter through this weather in nothing but a jersey, shorts, socks and slippers. Leaving the majority of her brown skin exposed to the elements. "This, I mean, wearing summer clothes at the beginning of winter. Or whenever it is. I've been cold from the time I got here." He whinged and she laughed at him until they reached the car. "Alright, you get in cry-baby, I'll turn on the heater." She shot and he dumped her backpack in the back and quickly slid into the passenger side as she got in and turned on the heat, which for the first few moments blew cold air, but quickly heated up, before she switched on the seat-warmer for good measure. Leaving Patrick feeling so toasty he could almost imagine being on the beaches back home. "For the record, I wasn't crying, just, expressing an intense dislike at the cold." He replied and she nodded disenchanted as she stared at her phone screen, before she promptly locked it and tossed it into the backseat with everything else, "Isn't that the new phone?" A rhetorical question, but she seemed too lost in her thoughts to realize or even acknowledge what she did, content instead to seethe as she gripped the steering wheel. "You remember, when we were back in the islands, and Felicia asked if I'd marry you, just so you could be a citizen?" She held up and laughed, acting as if the ordeal of tossing her phone didn't just happen. "Yeah, we were at the restaurant for my birthday, and when the waitresses brought out the cake, they put twenty-two candles on it, instead of twenty-three." He started to laugh, then noticed her mood and composed himself, deciding to let her conduct the conversation as she saw fit "Yeah." She chuckled, "I miss it there, the beaches, the atmosphere, just everything. No one knew me, I could drink in public, I bought rum punch." She laughed again and leaned back in the seat, and Patrick grinned as he remembered the night in the statement, it was his "sending off" party, so to speak, a couple of his friends had come out, his cousins, his sister, Kat decided she wanted to try rum punch, even though he and his best friend advised her not to drink the whole bottle. "Yeah, and Mike asked me what I was doing letting you drink it, 'cause you'd be drunk off your ass in thirty minutes, and... so said, so done." They laughed together this time. "I wasn't actually drunk though, a little tipsy, but not drunk. I could drink right now though." "Something happen, Kat?" He probed and she shook her head in response, but he wasn't sure if it was a no, or simply that he shouldn't worry. "I probably would have married you if I was living on my own though, I think you'd make a good little househusband." She laughed again, this time he just smiled in and looked through the window, his mind drifting to the fact that the three-month mark was coming up since he'd been in VA, and he hadn't seen so much as a glimmer of promise in his trip. "Yeah, I guess. Would be nice being married to a pretty hot wife too, going out with you on my arm, keeping up appearances." He joked and she laughed. "Then coming home and sleeping in separate beds." He nodded in agreement, "Gosh, could you imagine if my dad visited." "Yeah. Weird." He replied, his mind continuing to drift to the story he needed to finish. "Patrick." Kat's voice was low, and turning to face her, he noticed she was silently crying, for how long he didn't know. "Yeah?" "Is something wrong with me? I mean, I try to be good, I do everything he wants, we smoke, we go out, I'm always there for him, I do everything, and he always fucks me over. Every, fucking, time. I feel so stupid." Patrick watched for a moment as his younger cousin cried, going through something that he'd experienced time and time again before, but as much as he'd been through it, how to comfort something dealing with it wasn't exactly his strong suit. "I mean... Why do you keep going back, if you know what's on the other side? Is the sex that good?" He added the joke for good measure, and her sniffling laugh proved that it wasn't a bad jab. "The sex isn't bad, but, there's got to be more. And I really don't know, I keep hoping he'll change." She said and he sighed. "In my experience, Kat. People rarely change, until it's too late." He said and with a sigh she wiped her face in her sleeve before looking at him, puffy eyed and forcing a smile, that looked like it could slip away at any second, "Want a hug?" He offered, not sure what else he could do or say at this point. Knowing his hugs certainly couldn't cure any ailments, he at least hoped it'd bring some form of comfort, and she readily accepted and leaned over onto his shoulder, sobbing out loud now as he embraced and tried to comfort her, rubbing her upper back in a cooing fashion as he always would find himself doing any time someone was crying. Soon the tears stopped, and he could feel the moisture seeping through his jacket as Kat composed herself, unmoving as the heat blew through the vents, and for the first time Patrick noticed that the parking lot seemed much emptier. There were only four cars including theirs in this section of the lot, and he wondered to himself it wasn't more when they first got into the car, he certainly couldn't remember seeing or hearing anyone leave, and for a moment he let his mind run behind the idea of the empty parking lot, a distraction for himself as Kat gained the last bit of composure she needed. Finally, she held up, slightly embarrassed as she looked at him, but he smiled to let her know it was okay, and after a returned smile, she leaned in and kissed him, taking him entirely by surprise as something inside him practically yelled "this shouldn't be happening", but still it happened all the same. The softness of her lips on his soon coaxed his hands around to her back, pulling her closer as she leaned over the middle of the car, their tongues starting a game of tag as she unzipped and parted his jacket, running her hands across his chest as he trailed one along spine, pulling her shirt further up until she leaned back so he could pull it off and toss it into the backseat. Using the break in their he rolled the seat back, the sudden jerk prompted a giggle from her before she straddled him easily now that she no longer had to lean over, and they eagerly resumed their embrace. The moment blocked out everything else, all he focused on was her. Flicking her tongue against his lip before biting and pulling it, and he squeezed and massaged her ass through the shorts, pressing his growing erection against her as she moaned slightly. Reluctantly releasing her perky ass, he moved a hand to the front of her sports bra, it was one that zipped and in second he had the zip down, leaving her breasts at his mercy, and she made no complaints as he began to suck at her nipples, and didn't forget to return the bite that she had given him, as he caught one of the chocolate buds between his and teeth and flicked against it with his tongue. "Fuck." She hissed, draping an arm around his neck, pulling him closer as she braced her other hand against the roof, grinding her pussy against him through at least four layers of clothing, but it didn't seem to matter as her moans grew and she grinded harder, until the sudden sound of an engine and the flickering on of car lights brought them back to reality. Thankfully the car that started was a bit away from them, but it still didn't make a difference. The sudden jolt back to reality killed the moment for them, and the awkwardness began to set in as she zipped up her bra and returned to her seat, before reaching into the back for her shirt, and at the same time her phone. "That, was..." Patrick started. "Weird as fuck, hot as fuck, stupid as fuck?" Kat cut him off as she pulled on her shirt and started the engine. "All three?" He added but Kat just sighed and hung her head. "Yeah, all three. I'm sorry, okay, I don't know what happened, why I kissed you. Just the moment." "Look, I'm as guilty as you here, we both fucked up, and I guess, this is one of those secrets we'll take to our grave." "Good Christ, yes, yes it is one of those secrets." She added with a laugh and a relieved sigh, "Alright, home, I need a shower and my bed." "I second that." He replied and zipped up his jacket as they pulled out of the parking spot, and were soon on their way home. Chapter 2 Patrick rolled out of bed fairly early the next morning, and his mind immediately wandered to the events of the previous night as he went to the bathroom. For him it had been intense, in the aftermath thinking about it left him feeling mentally exhausted, and once they got home, all he had energy to do was take a shower and get into bed, then tune into boomerang for the late night segment that would show Tom and Jerry and the Flintstones, while he drifted off to sleep. Kat on the other hand, was bustling around, she had a discussion with her dad about the match, it was the same back and forth "how many goals did you score? Why didn't you score more? Did you win?" It made Patrick wonder how she dealt coped with when he was actually her soccer coach, but it was still a far throw away from the rest of the night that continued to play on his mind. It wasn't even a case of him feeling guilty, he just wondered about it, if it would happen again, how should he deal with it now, would he have to go stay with his aunt, or worst yet, what would happen if someone found out. They were all questions that played on his mind as he waited for sleep last night, now even as he took a piss they still sauntered through his thoughts. Though he knew better that to let it consume him, it still proved to be a tad difficult, but as he washed his hands, he managed to push it to the back of his mind, then left to go downstairs to get some breakfast. "Morning." Kat said as he entered the living room, her legs folded next to her as she ate cereal for breakfast. "Yo, Kat." He replied trying to keep his cool while he continued to the kitchen, "What're you watching?" He tried to keep the conversation in line with how they would normally go, an attempt to show that nothing had changed between them where he was concerned, a façade but one that certainly felt necessary. "SVU." She answered while he decided what to eat. Seeing as it was too far past 8:30am, laziness reigned supreme and he decided to mimic Kat, choosing to reach for the cereal from atop the fridge, and pour himself a bowl. While the cereal clinked against the ceramic, Patrick found himself looking up at over the bar into the living room, his eyes focusing on Kat sitting curled up in the chair, wearing an oversized t-shirt, with her hair still messy from a night of sleep, as she intently watched SVU and almost in an automated manner spooned cereal into her mouth, her tender lips hanging on the tip of the spoon for a moment before she dipped it back into the bowl. The same lips that he kissed last night, the thought sent the butterflies in his stomach into a routine of cartwheels and tumbles, while he finished up making his bowl of cereal and sat at the kitchen table, choosing instead to avoid being too close to Kat. 'This isn't weird though. I mean, I usually eat at the kitchen table, plus, she knows I'm not a fan of SVU, so I wouldn't really watch it.' He thought to himself, his mind beginning to rationalize him sitting at the kitchen table. "Hey, you want to go to the dog park later?" Kat called from inside and he almost choked trying to answer with his mouth full. "Yeah." He coughed and cleared his throat, "Yeah, sure." "Cool, we can go after I get back from class." He heard her footsteps approaching, and she entered the kitchen seconds later and placed her empty bowl in the sink, "So that'll be around two or so, shouldn't be later than three though." "Yeah, that's cool." He hesitantly looked up at her and smiled, 'why does she have to look so cute? why did she have to kiss me? fuck, why is she still in the kitchen.' Fresh thoughts popped into his mind as she looked at him while he dangled the spoon above the bowl, "Guess it's about time for Dipper to get a walk anyway." "Yeah, mom told me I need to take him for a walk when she came home this morning, said he's been really hyper, he actually woke me up this morning, I was so tired." They laughed, more an awkward than genuine, but still, a laugh nonetheless. "I know the feeling, he slept in my room a couple nights ago and woke me up early as shit, I was pretty pissed." "I wish he had just stayed a cute little puppy that would sleep most of the day, I mean that was it, he'd eat and sleep, he was so chubby." She said laughing as she started to leave the kitchen. "Hey..." Patrick started and she paused, "Just wondered, where is he, 'cause I could take him jogging with me a bit later, sort of a warmup to the dog park." "Oh, that sounds like a good idea, maybe he'll be too tired to want to go to the park after." She chuckled, "He's in my mom's room though, he followed her up the stairs when she came in, guess he's sleeping in there with her." "Ah, alright, I'll just go get him when I'm ready then." He said with a smile and with a nod she left him alone with his cereal, then just as quickly was back in the kitchen. "Look, last night... I mean..." With a sigh she hung her head, "I haven't stopped thinking about it, you know?" "You have no idea." They laughed, "Literally, it has been on my mind since it happened. Thought it was just me." "Well now you know it isn't." She sighed again, "You want to?" "Want to what?" Feigning ignorance, always a good way to go. "Anything." "Uh... Honestly, yeah." He replied, heart pounding in his chest as Kat grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the kitchen table, though it wasn't so much pulling, as it was she led and he followed, right to the couch and in seconds she pushed him down and straddled him, kissing him fiercely before she took off her shirt and tossed it to the ground, leaving her in nothing but a pair of panties, and looking like an invitation to open bar. One that he readily accepted, and dove in, sucking on her breasts one after the other, never leaving one left out, alternating between sucking and massaging them while she raked her fingers across his back. "Gosh, I swear this is so much better than imaging it." She whispered, and he pulled away to look up at her. "Imaging it?" With a nod in response she kissed him and pushed herself closer, before tracing her tongue across his top lip as she broke their kiss and leaned to his ear, "I fingered myself last night in bed, I got so wet." Her voice dropped to such a sultry whisper he swore his dick would explode, but either unknowing of the effect, or uncaring she flicked her tongue against his ear and continued, "So wet, Patrick. I had to change my sheets, I came so hard, but my pussy wanted something more than my fingers." She whispered, slipping into soft whimpers as she grinded against his dick. "You know Kat, I never knew that you had such a horny slut inside you." He said rolling her over onto her back, kissing her as he pushed her thighs up. "Are you going to do something about it?" She teased and tugged down the waist of his pants, just enough to free his dick while he pulled her panties to across and ran his finger between her lips, she was so wet he could feel it against her pubes. Bad Decisions "I think I should." He replied and positioned himself so he could feel her pubes on the tip of his dick, but before he could do anything more she reached between them, grabbed his dick and pushed herself up onto it, the warmth of her pussy engulfing him as she gasped and he followed through with his first thrust, eliciting a slightly too loud moan from her and he remembered that her mother was upstairs. Something that she too seemed to remember as she covered her mouth and giggled, before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him as he slid out and thrusted again, keeping her thighs pushed back as she moaned into their kiss. Eventually breaking it and gasping with each thrust, her walls embracing him as he seemed to go deeper with every motion, all the while trying not to lose himself in how she felt. Though it was by no means his first time, in the past few months actual sex had found itself lacking and was replaced Rosie Palm and her five sisters, but that wasn't what made this so good that much he knew, yet whatever it was he couldn't put a finger on it, and for the moment decided it was of little importance. Instead choosing to focus on keeping time with her rhythm, their bodies rocking together in unison, her pussy clenching around him like she was a succubus intent on sucking his soul out through his dick, heaven knows, if she was, he just might have let her. "Fuck." She whined as he broke the rhythm with a deep thrust, sending her digging her nails into his back, then scraping her hands along and up to his neck to pull his face closer to hers for a hungry kiss, "From behind." She whispered through the kiss, and he wasted no time in complying once they parted. Pulling out as she turned over and raised her ass to him, giving an eager wiggle as he positioned himself and in one stab, sunk his entire length into her pussy, the feeling of warmth and wetness washing over him once again while he gripped her sides and began to take her in slow and steady strokes. There was so much more he wanted to do to Kat, but his voice of reason stayed active enough to remind him that they were not alone in the house, so he settled for reaching forward to massage her breasts while they continued to fuck. Kat on the other hand, seemed to lose all semblance of control and began to drive her ass back firmly, knocking him slightly off balance, and breaking the rhythm, but quickly he caught himself and matched her thrusts, his pelvis slapping against her ass with each one. Soon she her moans began to escape like a floodgate had been opened, and she buried her face in the arm of the couch, her pussy beginning to twitch and tighten around him, signalling that she was reaching her peak, prompting him to thrust even harder, forcing her forward until she was lying on her stomach, hands clenched into fist as her arms hung off the couch, and she began to shudder under him as she came, her pussy almost coaxing him to orgasm, one he barely held back long enough to pull out and shoot a string of cum across her back, immediately afterwards dwindling to a few spurts that ended up on her ass and panties, before he fell back onto the couch and she laid unmoving for a few moments, breathing heavily as the cum slid down the arch of her back, leaving a trail on her sweat sheened skin. "Alright, so, I think, we're good." She said through staggered breaths. "We're good?" He questioned with a slight laugh and she nodded in response. "Yeah, it's all out of our system." She said very matter-of-factly, and for a moment he felt like someone punched him in the stomach. "Right, yeah." He replied as she fixed her underwear and got off the couch, then quickly grabbed her shirt and did a half-naked dart through the house and presumably to her room, leaving droplets of cum trailing behind her. 'Not her brightest idea.' He thought to himself with a sigh as he stood and fixed himself, then got some tissues and cleaned up the spots, which thankfully stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and he dumped the tissue and returned to his cereal, that had now soaked up on the milk and congealed into a soggy mess, then he chose to dump and grab instead an apple from the fridge before going into the den and turning on the Xbox, his mind now rife with new thoughts about Kat, thoughts that he hoped to forget about by shooting someone's character in the face in a few rousing matches on Advanced Warfare. After a couple matches it worked fine enough, he was too busy laughing at anyone who took it upon themselves to complain about anything in the match, and once he finished his apple, he slowly began to rise from the bottom of the leader board to about midway, since C.O.D had never been one of his strong suits, at least not online gameplay anyway. "Patrick, remember the dog part this evening." He heard Kat call as she trotted down the stairs, coming into view with her haversack over her shoulder and laptop in one hand, breaking his concentration and sending his mind back to wondering about her, as she looked absolutely ravishing in a sweater, leggings and boots. "Uh... yeah..." He replied and she smiled and stepped through the door, the respite the C.O.D offered disappearing as his character died and the kill-cam showed his enemy running away. Still, he tried to continue playing, but to no avail, he ended back up at the bottom of the leader boards, his mind wandering to Kat again, and how nonchalant she seemed afterwards, truthfully he knew it was stupid, after all, she was family, and that was that. Yet, he couldn't believe it was as simple as just getting it out of her system. With a sigh he left the lobby, shutdown the console, then left the den and returned to his room, and just laid in bed with his headphones in, until he drifted off to sleep. Chapter 3 - Technical Difficulties About a week had passed since Patrick's sordid encounter with Kat, and not a day had gone by that it didn't cross his mind. Kat on the other hand, seemed only too content to act entirely as though it hadn't happened, so maybe it was really just as she said, 'getting it out of her system,' but when would it be out of his, was an entirely different question. It had been so strange to him that after that moment, Kat just acted normal. Everything just seemed to fall back into place, she came home, and kept her word about the trip to the dog park, but stopped along the way to pick up her boyfriend, who seemed so very unenthused about even being there and kept his face glued to the screen of his phone for the better part of the evening. Yet she fawned over him the entire time, leaving Patrick to play with Dipper - play being Patrick tugging the toy away from Dipper after he fetched it. But it wasn't just the dog park, it was how things were around the house, she would still talk to him like normal, she even still asked him if he wanted to go to soccer, but he chose to turn down the invitation, since she said she mentioned she was bringing her boyfriend. It was petty, but he figured a night at home wouldn't kill, and instead stayed in and watched T.V. with his uncle and aunt. Yet as much as he tried, he couldn't shake the thoughts or the memory, and instead found himself paying closer attention to her. Watching her closely every time she passed his eyes, and soon her face ran rampant through his dreams. Her gentle brown eyes and plump lips, the dimples that'd show every time she smiled, and lately the ponytail that she kept her hair styled in, and often found himself tempted to pull. But it wasn't just her face that he'd see, it was the tattoo at the base of her neck, the fullness of her breasts, and dark colour of her nipples, the dimples in the small of her back, her perky ass. It was as if the entirety of her body was seared into his mind. Just thinking about her sent a tingle through him, but he tried to push it out of his mind and focus instead on the current soccer match, even if it was just a replay of an old game, it was still interesting enough to watch. "Patrick I'm going to the store, do you want anything?" His aunt asked walking into the den. "Maybe some cheez-its?" He replied while she looked around for something, sucking her teeth when she noticed the phone on the arm of her chair. "Ain't you eat enough of those?" He laughed, "I'll get them though, that's it?" "Yeah, I'm pretty cool otherwise." He said, and with a nod she left, and moments later he heard the front door open and shut, he was alone. The match finished soon after, the team he was rooting for lost, 3 - 1, it was mildly disappointing but he didn't put much stock in it, and instead switched off the T.V. before heading upstairs to shower. Less than a minute later the warm water was washing over him, sending steam rising out of the tub as he soaped up and found his mind wandering again, back to Kat, and thinking about what she would look like with water pouring off of her, or soap bubbles covering her breasts. Then the ringing doorbell quickly brought him back to reality and hissing 'fuck' under his breath, he wondered who could possibly be ringing the door, but with a sigh he did a semi rinse off, stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around his waist as he the doorbell rang again. "Coming!" He shouted once he left the bathroom, a clearly futile attempt to let the person know, because the bell just rang again as he was rushing down the stairs, nearly losing his balance on the landing before he got to the door, and just then, the bell rang yet again, "Yes?!" He half shouted as he flung open the door and saw Kat standing there in full track clothes and sneakers, practically shivering as she slipped past him and into the house. "Sorry, I forgot my key." She shook slightly and rubbed her hands together as he closed the door. "What?" He asked suddenly feeling a bit more self-conscious while she began to chip up the stairs. "I went jogging, shitty shitty decision, and I forgot my key." She shouted back as she closed her bedroom door and he returned to the shower, and finished rinsing himself before going to his room. Soon after he heard the shower begin to run again, and knew Kat would've gone in, sending his thoughts back to her body under the water, before he dressed and powered on his laptop for no particular reason. No more than ten minutes later, Kat's voice came at his door, "Hey, Patrick?" "Yo, it's open." He called, the self-conscious feeling all of a sudden returning to him as Kat entered in yoga pants and a tank top. "I was wondering if you could help me with something on my laptop." She said not really looking at him, and he nodded in response, "Cool, well it's in my room when you're ready." "Yeah, I'll come there now." He replied and with a nod she left, leaving the door slightly ajar, 'almost like a reminder.' He thought to himself with a slight laugh before getting up and going to her room, where she sat on the bed, looking half a second away from slamming her laptop into the ground. "So sup?" He asked swinging the PC away from its imminent demise to look at it. "It's moving really slow, like, really slow." "You ever done a disk clean-up?" It was what he'd usually ask the first time, because more often than not a lot of people never seem to remember to do it, or even knew what it was, and from Kat's quizzical expression, he was guessing it was the latter, he laughed, "Alright, let me just..." He moved the mouse and it took a few seconds to respond, "You really weren't kidding about it moving slowly." He joked and she laughed. "I told you, it sucks, I just need a new laptop. Thinking about getting a mac." "Well, go for it, it'll certainly match the phone." He offered and continued to maneuver the mouse to what he wanted, while remembering her voice that day, what she said; "I came so hard I had to change my sheets." Now here he was, in her room, the same bed, and no more than inches apart, but, she'd gotten it out of her system. Finally, he reached the setting and put the disk clean-up to run, and after waiting a few moments realized it was going to take forever, so he turned the laptop back to her. "Don't break it, and just give me a shout when it's done." He said. "You think this will make it better?" "Well, I can tell you it's a start." He laughed and with a sigh she shook her head. "I just need a new laptop." She said and laughing again he turned to leave, "Wait, Patrick." "Yeah." He turned back to her. "You want to?" "What?" He asked, his heart skipping a beat. "You know, fuck." The brazenness shocked him, and for a second he was speechless, sure he wanted to, but, just like this. "I mean... I thought, you worked things out with your guy, and, you know, you got it out of your system." She offered a shrug in response, "Man, I mean, yeah, but, I dunno." "Why not?" She whined like a kid, before getting to her knees on reaching out for him, guiding him towards her bed, "You want to right?" She asked when their faces were inches apart. "Kat..." He started, but paused once she grabbed his dick through the fabric of his pants and focused her eyes on him. "Mhm?" "What happened to getting it out of your system?" Another shrug was offered before she slipped down and popped his dick out of the shorts, working her hand painstakingly slowly along the shaft as she watched him stiffen to capacity, then took the tip into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it as she sucked it like a lollipop, letting it ease slightly out of her mouth before sucking it back in, causing his knees to grow weaker. Then without a shred of warning, she stopped and looked up at him, the spit covered tip of his cock propped lazily on her chin, "Do you still want to stop?" She questioned innocently, then smiled when he shook his head, and she took it as a sign to continue. This time she didn't just stick to the tip, instead taking the full length of his cock into her mouth, and as he felt himself brush the back of her throat, a slight tingle shot up his spine, then slowly she ran her lips back along his length, easing him from her mouth as she settled at the tip again, before giving it a light peck and sitting back on her knees, admiring his erection like a craftsman would their handiwork. "You know, I really like your cock." She said with a contemplative tone, "I mean, it's wrong right? I know you're my cousin, but, I just want to fuck you dry." "It is wrong?" He replied quizzically, not sure what she wanted him to say as he cast a slight glance at his damp erection. "Yeah, it is." She replied with a grin and slid off the bed, pushing him back and dropping to her knees in front of him, before motioning him forward with a finger. As if she had him on a string he followed, taking two steps forward before being in range for her to wrap her lips back around his cock, this time much less playful and teasing, seemingly more intent on driving him over the edge, and took his cock right to the base with every motion, her tongue sliding along the underside as her lips stood tightly sealed around him. It took all of Patrick's willpower to not grab her hair and face-fuck her, even if he partly thought she might be okay with it, he still opted to show some restraint. Instead enjoying the blowjob and slopping sounds that she began to make around his dick as he became slicked with spit, while her head bobbed rapidly back and forth. "Damn." He groaned, knees growing weaker and he reached for the headboard in support, "You know, your mum just went to the store." He said and popping his dick out of her mouth, she wiped her lips and stood and kissed him, her mouth still warm and slippery from the blowjob, her tongue teasing his own before she ran it across his lips as she pulled away and sat back on the bed, pulling off her pants with a sly smile. "Then we should do this quick." She offered, and no argument was found in his mind as he clambered onto the bed and pushed her back, yanking her panties up her thighs, prompting a playful laugh as he pulled them off and tossed them aside, leaving her shaved pussy exposed to him, a light sheen showing on her outer folds, his dick swelling a little more at sight, "Are you just going to stare at it, or get in here?" She questioned, her hands running along her thighs as she parted them and moved onto her pussy, spreading her lips apart to reveal the pink interior. "What no foreplay?" He questioned, positioning the tip of his dick at her entrance. With a shake of her head she replied, "Next time." Before he pressed into her, and she moved her hands to cover her face as she gasped in silent ecstasy. "Fuck, Kat, you're tight." He managed, withdrawing for another thrust and with a smile she wrapped her arms around his neck. "And what? You feel like you're going to pop?" She began to chuckle, but it quickly turned into a gasp when he thrusted again. "Would you like that?" Biting her lip, she nodded in response, and he pondered for a moment, "So you're like a cum hungry slut then?" He questioned tentatively with another thrust. "Do you want me to be?" She posed the question in such a sultry whisper that she could put a phone sex operator to shame, "Tell me you want to nut in my pussy, fill your little cousin with your cum?" Hearing her say those words almost pushed him over the edge, and he practically grinded to a halt when he pulled back for another thrust. "I wouldn't be against it, buttt, cousins make dozens remember? And I'm not sure the family would approve." He joked and she managed a smile before she pulled him in for a kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist as she did. "Maybe I want you to..." A moan broke her sentence, "But just fuck me harder." "Like the little slut you are?" He was a bit bolder now as he thrusted firmer into her, picking up a steady pace as they continued, her moans becoming a bit louder, now unrestricted by the knowing fact that they were alone. "Yes." She whined, prodding him on with her legs, and he slammed harder into her pussy, unsure when next the opportunity would present itself, and so he eagerly took full advantage of the moment, the last week disappearing from his memory, now being replaced instead by Kat's face as she moaned under him, and the thought of filling her pussy with cum until it overflowed. With a deep thrust to break the rhythm, he dropped his head and planted a fierce kiss on her lips, one that she returned with just as much fervour, biting his lip as she dug her nails into his back while he continued to stroke into her before reaching down to squeeze her ass. "Let me get on top." She said breaking the kiss, and with another thrust he complied, pulling out and rolling onto his back as she caught her breath, before sitting up and reverse straddling him, positioning herself above his dick before sliding down onto it with a contented sigh, and sat there seemingly savouring the moment before pushing herself up and then dropping back down, her ass slapping against his pelvis as she moaned before repeating. "You still like my dick?" He questioned coyly with a light squeeze of her ass and she nodded, "Didn't catch that." He said, bringing his hand down on her ass for a slap that rang through the room and made her hiss before slamming down on his cock. "Didn't know you were into spanking." She purred and began to roll her hips, grinding against him now as she ran her hands up to her breasts to massage them. "I'm into some stuff." He replied squeezing her ass again, but this time pulled her cheeks apart to reveal her puckered asshole, that he slowly began to circle with his thumb. "Mhm?" She moaned, then bracing herself against his knees, leaned forward when he pushed in his thumb and worked it slowly up to the first knuckle, "You wanna fuck my ass?" The question took him by surprise, and he paused for a moment as she continued to grind against him, pushing against his dick, and urging his thumb deeper into her ass at the same time. Bad Decisions "Now?" His heart skipped a beat as he asked, but with a slight laugh she shook her head in response. "Another day, but..." With a slight tremble she grinded firmly against him before continuing, "Just, imagine, burying your cock in my ass." His thumb was now deeper, past the first joint and nearing the base as she trembled again, "Fuck." She whimpered, continuing to grind in firm and steady movements, her walls beginning to tighten around his cock. "What, like the slut you are?" She gave a half nod in response, focusing less on the words and more on her building climax, "Oh come on Kat. You've gotta do better than that." He said gripping her waist with his free hand and thrusting upwards with a grunt, breaking her rhythm and causing her to gasp. "Fucking yes, like the slut I am, your fucking slut." She moaned and picked up the pace, and plucking his finger from her ass he pushed himself up and pulled her back to his chest, planting kisses on her shoulders and neck while pulling up her shirt and massaging her breasts, then absentmindedly ran a hand up to her face, and catching the thumb that had been buried in her ass, she sucked it vigorously like she was trying to remove all traces of her flavour. "Damn, I'm gonna cum." He whispered into her ear and nodding she released his thumb and tilted her head back to kiss him, it was passionate as she began to shudder to a climax, his hands trailing over body as he reached his own, shooting a load that he was sure must have been his largest ever, into the warm depths of his cousin's pussy. Finally they broke their embrace and fell back together, his dick growing limp inside her pussy while her orgasm puttered to an end, and she breathed heavily before slapping his arm with a laugh. "This was fun." She said laying on his chest. "Fun?" Shaking his head, he groaned, "What if you're pregnant?" "Don't be stupid, Patrick. I've been on the pill, I might be your slut." She giggled, "But I'm not stupid." He breathed a sigh a relief and gave her a kiss behind her ear. "So back to normal now?" She shrugged and danced her fingertips across his own. "Not much other options, pretty sure, no one, at all." He laughed knowing what would come next, "Exactly, no one would approve." She said and nodded in agreement, "But we can still fuck in secret." She said with a grin and pulled his hand to her face to kiss it lightly. "Alright, in secret it is." He replied as they heard the front door open and close, and Dipper and Velvet began to bark downstairs. "Shut up Velvelt! You too, Dipper!" His aunt's voice came from downstairs, "Patrick? Can you help me with the groceries?" She called. "Shit." Kat hissed before rolling off of him and looking at his sweat drenched shirt, and he noted the smell of sex that filled the room, and mild panic crept up on him. "Uh, yeah! Just helping Kat with her computer!" He called back and heard the front door open and close once more, and Kat began to laugh slightly and pointed to the bedroom door. "Go." She replied, but gave him a quick kiss before pushing him out of the bed and he headed quickly to his room to change out of the sweat and sex filled clothes, hoping to get rid of some of the scent before he went downstairs. Wondering what the future would hold from here onward.