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I'm in the backyard by the pool when the doorbell rings. Claire's floating in the water with a book and I ask her to get the door for me since I'm currently loading up the grill. My cousin said he wanted to talk business, so I figured why not have a backyard barbecue, I definitely had the house for it now. We weren't kids anymore and graduating had really freed up some of my time. I had a lot more time on my hands, and so I spent it getting a lot more money. I had gone from selling candy and drugs, to selling all types of contraband, guns and even people. There's huge money in human trafficking, as a matter of fact a few years back I'd kidnapped and sold Claire's sister. She doesn't know to this day, but it was just business and I don't plan on telling her. All that money had gone to a lavish lifestyle in a 1 bedroom condo with a pool outback for us and a few cars. She reappears with Zay and Indi in tow. It had been 6 years since my cousin had told us he loved her after the party. Claire and I had thought he was insane, but apparently he was more serious than we thought. He hasn't married her, but she's been a stable part of his life ever since, and they'd even had a daughter together last year. He wasn't as dedicated to the money as I was though, so Zay had drawn the line at drug dealing and just gotten an apartment. Eventually he didn't even want to be a hitman anymore and even had the nerve to reprimand me when he found out I was trafficking. He'd given me an entire speech about 'ripping young women from their families', but that's not my business nor concern. I just needed to get paid and the last thing I need is him developing a conscience on me. As they walk through the patio door I can't help but notice that even though my niece is only a year old, her mother definitely doesn't look like it. Besides a few stretch marks, Indi's basically back to her exact same body, except for a little extra baby weight. Even that looks good on her though, it basically just made her even thicker. She's wearing a white striped Tankini and flip-flops with a sun hat. As she walks past me I glance at her butt, yeah definitely thicker now, but my glance is a second too long and doesn't go unnoticed by Claire who clears her throat. I go back to the grill, but only because she's blown my cover. I could care less about her seeing to be honest, it's not like she'll leave. I'd fucked around on Claire plenty of times, and she never went anywhere. To be an educator she was really dumb as hell, the kids are our future, and we're fucking doomed. I close the grill and tell Zay to step inside with me to grab a beer so he can tell me what he wanted to talk about. We close the door behind us, I head to the fridge and take out two coronas, pop the caps and hand him one. He takes a swig and turns to me, finally ready to spill what this is all about. "So cousin we've come a long way. I basically asked you to talk with me, so I can tell you my next move." He takes another swig of beer and gets straight to the point. "I'm going to ask Indi to marry me, and we're gonna move out of state. No one else has been there for me like you bro. Few have ever even had the chance and I'd be honored if you'd be my best man." He looks at me and waits for my response, but he's said a lot all at once. He's always been like that, I guess people who don't talk a lot say what they need to, so they can stop talking. I'm not sure exactly what he wants me to say, I know he wants me to be happy for him, but how could I? He was basically abandoning me. I'd lost everything in that car accident, ever since the only thing we'd had was each other and now he had her. And he was leaving with her to go start a better life. After I'd had his back all these years, helped him get everything, hell I helped him get her! Now he was packing her up like his prized possession and moving camp, fuck this dude, but I'll play my roll. If that's what he wants I'll let him have it because he'll need me again eventually anyway. Once I realize this I'm able to fake a smile for him and I place my hand on his shoulder. "I'm proud of you son I raised you well," I tease him, "I'd be honored to stand up for you and I guess I'll throw you a little going away party or whatever too." He holds out his hand and I dap him up like old times. He pulls me in for a hug and thanks me for being there for him. "Same, bro." I say patting him on the back, and we head back outside to join the ladies.

There are people screaming and drinks going around when suddenly somebody turns out the lights in my living room. After a beautiful and rather expensive wedding Zay and Indi had postponed their honeymoon just for a day, so I could throw them the going away party he and I had discussed a year ago. It was only a few weeks after our conversation at the barbecue that he actually proposed to her. Obviously there wasn't much family to invite so the wedding had been rather small and easy to plan. A year later here we were for the last time. They would leave tomorrow for their honeymoon and when they got back they wouldn't be coming back to our little town. Zay had gotten them a house built, it was eight bedrooms, six bathrooms and had a five car garage. It was also in Louisiana, a decent distance from our home in Montana,there was no telling when I'd see my cousin again after tonight. Though I knew he was serious when we talked that day, part of me thought he could be bluffing. I was all he had too; no way he'd leave me for some pussy. Now here I was wondering just how good her pussy was because he was really doing this. It had basically already been done. I look over to the pool table where my cousin is busy conning some other guys out of their rent money. I don't see Claire anywhere in sight, but I do see Indi over at the snack table. She's obviously about to reach her drinking point, but even drunk looks good on her. She's pouring herself another drink while doing a little dance and chewing the crackers she just shoved in her mouth. My cousin had taken his turn being drunk the night before and had spent a great deal of time in my ear gushing about his beloved chocolate girl. He'd gone on and on about how she's so beautiful, and so caring, and she rubs his face while he sleeps to keep him from having nightmares and shit. Like what the fuck? He swore she was so damn perfect and I'm glad he's found happiness, but this bitch makes me sick. I wish he'd found it somewhere else. I should have fucked her when she came on to me outside the locker room all those years ago. If I'd never invited her to that party, Indi wouldn't be here now. She was stunning yesterday, a part of me is angry she wasn't walking down the aisle towards me instead and that makes me even angrier. How had she invaded my mind like this? I'd had any and every female I could ever want, so why was I always preoccupied with this bitch? Then it hit me, the only real explanation. I'd had every female I'd ever wanted except for her, and she was perfect. I'd been foolish and given my chance with her to my cousin, but Claire couldn't compare to Indi Johnson. No, not Indi Johnson, it was Indi Suhrell now, she was married to my cousin now and I know I should just let her be, but I have to know now what would've happened. I make sure Zay is still busy and head over to where Indi is standing by the snacks. She's finished the first cup she was pouring and is working on pouring herself another when I walk up behind her. "Congratulations beautiful, you're a wife now." I say, and she busts into a drunk grin, she's definitely more comfortable with me now than she was during our first encounter in the hall all those years ago. It just might make it easier to get my intentions across, I grab the bottle she's struggling with and fill her cup for her. I pour myself a glass and start small talking with her to see where her mind is. It's mostly swimming in liquor apparently because our conversation is mostly bits and pieces of random topics. I get close to her, reach under her dress and slide my hand across her ass making my way towards her front. She shifts a little and her dark cheeks flush a little before she takes another sip and excuses herself. I think to myself that she probably needs to go out on new underwear now and chuckle at the thought before going to join my cousin at the pool table. I join in, and we play about four games before Claire approaches us. She lets Zay know Indi finally reached that point, and she's going to put her in the bedroom. She stares me down before she leaves, and I remember there's a redhead here somewhere I'd had sex with a few years ago. I go back to the game unconcerned, Claire knew about her years ago, I don't know who invited her, but I'm not going to have the argument all over again just because she's here. She takes Indi in the back then heads onto the patio where the party has spilled outside to the backyard. I start to follow her, but notice a few familiar faces in the living room. Some old buddies are at the coffee table playing the xbox in front of a pile of different pills. They're all sorts of colors and shapes ranging from cartoon characters to board game pieces and random objects. I grab a blue Yoda and chase it with a shot of ciroc before sitting at the table with them. One of them starts straightening out some coke lines and I start to leave the table, but he passes it to me and I change my mind. "Fuck it" I think to myself and snort one of them off of the magazine plate he's handed me. I twitch a little and grab the xbox controller from one of them.

I play for about an hour then give up my controller. The party is still jumping the same as when I first sat down, only I was zoned out apparently and now I find myself looking towards the hallway. I keep subconsciously looking that way, what is it about that hallway that my mind is so stuck on? Then I realize it's Indi, she's down that hall in a room probably sleeping. Or maybe she was waiting for me? After earlier I assume it's clear that she interests me, but she hadn't really said anything. I imagine she would've asked to go home if she didn't like it, so maybe it was possible she was waiting for me in that bedroom. Waiting to see would I take advantage of this opportunity to be with her. I definitely wanted too, I'm so damn high right now it would probably be great, like a totally different experience. The more I sat and thought about it I didn't just want her, I deserved her, and she was calling me. I sit back and take a sip of the cup in front of me before realizing it's not even my cup. I hurry up and set it down and do a quick survey of the room. No sign of Zay and Claire's still outside somewhere. Its now or never. I take a purple scooby doo from the table and chase it with a few more shots before heading down the hallway. The bedroom lights are off and once I close the door behind me the only light in the room creeps in through the blinds. Since she was the bride she'd worn a white off shoulder dress to the party. She was lying on her stomach, Claire had taken her shoes off and placed them beside each other on a rug In the corner. Her purse is on the nightstand, I can't help, but pick it up and take a look. The usual girl stuff: lip gloss, mascara, eyeliner, a tampon. I get to the bottom and open her wallet, it's got one of those puffballs attached too it and about three hundred bucks in the pocket, along with her social security card and ID. I take the social, tuck it in my shirt pocket and leave everything else in the bag, trying to make it look as untouched as possible. I push back the covers and slowly drag the hem of her dress to her waist. I admire her shape for a moment, take the time to run my hands over each ass cheek, then I slide her underwear over to the side and slide two fingers inside of her. She doesn't move, I use my other hand to unbuckle my jeans and crawl on top of her. She's warm and her skin is soft, I remove my fingers from inside of her and push my penis into her instead. She's really warm and it's definitely better than I expected, I shouldn't even be here and now part of me doesn't even care if I get caught. I pick up my pace, and she stirs a bit, I can tell she's slightly awake now, but she's still to drunk to cause a problem. The way her pussy feels wrapped around my penis is amazing, I definitely missed out all those years ago. I can't help getting lost in the moment, I flip her over and begin stroking her harder. She lets out a little yelp and without thinking I slam my hand over her mouth and tell her to shut the fuck up. Big mistake, she snatches her arm from my grasp and starts pressing her hand against my chest. My cover is definitely blown I know she can tell by my chest hair that I'm not my cousin. She starts pushing me away, mumbling random drunk sentences. "I'm married now," she gasps, "Why are you doing that?" She mumbles, still attempting to struggle. I think for a moment about her question. Why, was I doing this? This was definitely wrong, but so were a lot of things I did, I still did them though. I did those things because I could do whatever I wanted to, I didn't have to explain to her. I snatch her hand from my chest and place it back in the grip of my other hand. She squirms a little, but ultimately can't interrupt my rhythm as I glide in and out of her wet pussy. "Stop, I need my husband." She gasps, but I've got no plans on stopping, I place my free hand on her throat and slowly apply pressure. I don't plan to kill her though, I hold her airway closed just long enough for her to pass out. I get myself together and put her back as close to how I found her as possible. I slide her dress into place, but I'm too paranoid to work on fixing her underwear. I decide to just take them off of her and I shove them in the bottom of the dirty clothes hamper before rejoining the party.