Second Cousins, Twice Rubbed

Vienna Black ordered a massage without telling her girlfriend, and the woman wasn’t having it. She called, furious, throwing out words like betrayal and threats to leave. Vienna tried to calm her, insisting it was just a rubdown, but when the arguments didn’t stop she hung up, cutting the line dead at the first knock on her door. Ashley Adams stood outside with her table in hand. Vienna let her in with a quick apology and guided her to the living room. Their talk flowed easily as Ashley worked warm oil into muscle, and soon Vienna was describing the jealous scene on the phone. They both laughed, but Ashley noticed an edge in Vienna’s warmth, something familiar that she couldn’t place. Geography and names clicked into place mid-story. Their families used to summer at the same lake house. The forgotten link snapped: they were second cousins. Vienna grinned, pulling her into a tight hug, while the word cousin wrapped around Ashley like cold water. She’d had her hands pressed between Vienna’s thighs minutes earlier, fingers slick, and her body had answered without thinking. She stepped back, palms still tingling, and offered to find another therapist. Vienna only laughed, brushing her protest aside. “Our mothers are cousins. No big deal.” She lay back on the table, knees parting, the tension between her legs already glistening. “Finish what you started. We were just getting warmed up.”