Black Sheep Cousins

Kendra Spade slips into a quiet bedroom and presses her back to the wall, rubbing her temples. She folds her arms and stays there, breath unsteady, until the door opens again and Eliza Ibarra walks in. They nod hello and lean side by side in silence. After a moment Eliza murmurs, “Are the family reunions always this intense?” Kendra huffs a laugh. “Loud as hell. That’s why I’m hiding in here. You are—?” Eliza gives her name. Kendra tilts her head, studying her. “Yeah, still drawing a blank.” Eliza explains she moved around a lot; names tend to blur. “Can’t lie—I’m drowning in all these cousins,” she admits with a shy laugh. Kendra places her: “If you bounce around that much, you’re Madison and William’s daughter. So… we’re second cousins, I guess.” Both snort at the tangle of relatives. Kendra adds, “You’re lucky—this is barely half of them.” Eliza glances sideways. “I haven’t seen you talking to anyone out there.” Kendra’s shoulders tighten, defensive, until she blurts the truth: she feels like the black sheep. “Why?” Eliza asks gently. Kendra shrugs hard. “I like girls. Far as I know, that makes me the only one.” Eliza studies her a second, then leans closer and says, soft, “Baa.” Kendra blinks, shocked. “You’re a black sheep too?” Eliza nods, lowering her voice. “But I’m not out yet, okay?” Kendra drags a hand down her own face. “Of all the fucking luck—you’re hotter than you’ve got any right to be, and we’re related.” Her gaze slides down Eliza’s body. “Second cousins, though… doesn’t count for much.” Eliza’s breath hitches. “You’re insane.” Kendra crowds in, lips near her ear. “You have no idea. And with your family always on the move, who’s going to remember this later?” Fingers trace up Eliza’s arm; she shivers. “Cold?” Kendra teases, voice low. “I know ways to fix that.” A nervous giggle spills out of Eliza. “We’re only young once—are you at least eighteen?” Kendra grins, teeth flashing. “Yes, ma’am.” She grabs Eliza’s wrists and pins her to the wall, mouths crashing together. The kiss deepens fast. Clothes come loose; they stumble to the bed. Kendra drags Eliza’s dress down, tongue latching onto a stiff nipple, sucking hard until Eliza gasps. Kendra hushes her—“family’s right outside”—then strips the rest of her bare, pushes her onto her back and spreads her open. Her mouth finds wet heat and dives in, tasting every slick fold while Eliza arches and bites back moans. Two black sheep in a house full of strangers, tangled up where no one can see. Heat builds. The room fills with the wet sound of Kendra’s tongue working, Eliza’s muffled whimpers, the creak of the mattress under their shifting weight.