An Unexpected Reunion - Sex Stories

An Unexpected Reunion

... don't even need the money! But they're willing to destroy our family because they want more than their fair share of what Grandma owned. It makes me sick."

I placed a comforting hand on his knee, and his scowl faded at my touch. I was careful choosing my words, for I didn't want to say anything about his parents that would upset him. "Emotions are running high right now. Everyone's grieving and clearly not thinking straight."

"Your dad wasn't acting like an asshole," Shane pointed out. "I even heard him offer to give up his share of the estate so the others could divide it among themselves." My cousin glanced over at me, flashing a smile. "And before World War Three broke out, I also heard him bragging about you making the dean's list. I believe you may just be the smartest member of our family, Garnet."

I blushed at his compliment while trying to hide my own smile. "Dad brags about me to anyone who will listen. And the only reason I've always made the dean's list is because I spend almost all my time studying. It doesn't come easy to me."

"Oh, I find that hard to believe," Shane said. "I can tell you're brilliant."

Though I felt a little ridiculous basking in his praise, my smile only grew wider. Studying Shane's features, I tried to detect any similarities to my own, but we didn't look much alike, as he'd taken after his mom's side. He kept his brown hair cut short and neat, and beneath the suit he wore, I could discern his muscular frame. His eyes, a light ...

... blue, often betrayed his emotions; he would make a horrible poker player. I wore my own hair, a bit darker brown than his, long and in a simple style. More often than not, I had it in a ponytail. Though I was now in my twenties, my body seemed reluctant to let go of all my baby fat, and as a result, I had a voluptuous softness that no amount of exercise would change.

Once Shane and I reached the hotel, we made our way toward the entrance. It was early March, almost spring, but a frigid wind whipped my hair around my face. The waning sunlight no longer provided any warmth, and I couldn't hold back a shiver. Shane wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. "We left so fast, you didn't even have a chance to grab your coat! You must be freezing."

I nestled against him, grateful for his warmth. The hotel wasn't crowded in the middle of the week, and I relaxed even more as we stepped into the subdued quiet. Shane led me to the bar, where we chose a small table in the corner. He ordered a Jack and Coke, while I decided on a Whiskey Sour. It wasn't a girly drink, which I actually would have preferred, but it also wouldn't get me shitfaced. I was still a lightweight when it came to booze.

Shane rubbed his face and released a low groan. "My God, what a day." He looked as exhausted as I felt.

"So, how've you been?" I asked. He and I hadn't had much of a chance to talk since we'd arrived for the funeral. "How's work?" Shane rarely posted anything on social media, ...