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Diego pushed Dora against the wall, her left bosom heaving, her hot Latino breath on her face. For this time, Diego would do the exploring...

He placed a hand on her shoulder, his face smoldering ever a grin.

"D-Diego..." She gasped. "We can't do this."

"But you know you want to," he smirked. He slid his hot, wet tongue across his lips, making them appear enticing. Dora began to flush furiously. He was her cousin, but he looked so irresistible eyeing her like that. Diego places his rough, calloused hands on Dora's soft cheek. Dora shuddered from the touch.

"Diego," she moaned, secretly wanting more. She couldn't stand the glaring need of want within her. The way his deep brown eyes gazed at her. The way his long brown locks swished as he examiner her. She couldn't handle it.

She lunged for him. Her soft hands hitting against his chest, feeling his chiseled muscles from all his adventures in the jungle. She reached over his shoulders, roughly pulling him closer. She moistened her lips tauntingly.

Diego lunged like his pet jaguar, making fierce lip contact with Dora. He urged with his tongue for her mouth to open. Dora was in heaven. Her cousin's musky scent of the jungle filled her nostrils. She leaned against his chest, melting against him.

She hesitantly opened her mouth, feeling his languid strokes against her teeth and his hot saliva settle on her tongue. His intoxicating scent caused her to moan. Diego took the opportunity and plunged his tongue deeper into her mouth.

Dora winced slightly as her chest was tightly pulled against her cousin's. Her chest began to tingle as Diego rubbed against her as he hungrily kissed her lips. She brought her hands up to his head and tangled her fingers in his soft hair.

Why?

Why? Dora thought. Why was he doing this? How did this turn from a friendly family gathering to her and Diego making out in a closet? Why did he feel this way about her?

The answer was simple to Diego. Dora was his everything. He loved her laugh, her energetic personality, her Hispanic accent, her slightly annoying voice, her eagerness to get things done.

He noticed he started feeling intense emotions for her at age 12, once she began maturing. Her panza had shrunk and she'd grown taller. She grew her brown hair out into long curls. Her eyes became rimmed with dark, thick eyelashes.

It wasn't just physical attraction that got him to this conclusion, though.

He remembered when Dora brought one of her friends from school to her house while he was visiting. Pablo. He recalled the name with disgust. The image of Pablo flirting with Dora sent him in a frenzy. She explained he was just a "playful" guy but Diego knew better.

He began to kiss Dora harder. Pressed his body against her harder. He didn't want to let her go, didn't want her to be taken from him. Ever. Dora couldn't breathe. Every muscle in her body screamed for more, but her lungs desperately needed air. "D-D," she muffled.

Diego pulled away from her, smirking, "D?"

Dora blushed, "D-D as in D-Diego... I-I was calling your name." Dora found that her lips, as well as Diego's, her swollen and flushed.

Diego hazily smiled. "Say it. Say my name again."

Dora gulped, knowing where he was going with this. "Diego" she murmured.

"Louder," he smiled.

"Diego," she said again with a bit more clarity.

Dora noticed slight squeeze on her left breast. It was Diego's hand. Dora began to squirm at his touch. Why was she doing this? SHE WAS HIS COUSIN FOR GOD'S SAKE.

"Louder." He repeated.

She hesitated.

"H-Hey Diego?"

"Hmm?"

"I-I don't think..."

"Think what?" he spat.

"I don't think we should be doing this."

Diego's eyes darkened. It was going to happen. He was going to lose her. All because he'd gone too far. He slid his hand off her breast and clenched his fist beside him. Dora noticed the flash of panic in his eyes. Guilt began to embed itself at the core of her stomach.

Diego looked back up at her, misery flickering in his eyes, "I thought you said you wanted this."

Dora gulped before stuttering. "I-I... I do, but..."

"But?"

"I'm just not ready... It's all going too fast for me."

She looked back up at him, "I hope you understand."

Diego, through lidded eyes, stole one last kiss from Dora before saying, "I understand."

A hot trail of saliva hung from both their lips. Dora leaned against her cousin yet again. "I'm glad you understand, mi primo."

"You'll always be my prima, my prime girl..." He whispered, as he prepared the chloroform in his pocket. He chuckled.

Tonight, would be a wild ride.

The End.


A/N:

Inspired by Jacksfilms #YIAYBook episode and the entry made by England isnt my city.

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