Soap cousincest thoughts
content warning: first cousins incest
been thinking about Johnny having american cousin. his aunt and uncle, your parents having immigrated to america before either of you were born.
growing up only really speaking over the phone and see each other when your family visits scotland over the summer and holidays, despite this distance, the difference in your cultures and accents you’re as close as possible, almost too close.
your family finds it so cute how before you got your own phones you’d beg your parents to call each other, how after you’d always be texting and calling each other, how you’d send care packages of snacks the other can’t get in their country, how you’d both insist on sharing a room when visiting.
it’s nice too still be a close knit family even with being split in two different countries.
it’s all so sweet, He lets you call him “Johnny” despite hating when anyone else does it, he’s so protective getting into fights with other kids who were mean to you, giving each other sweet little pecks on the cheeks, of course you still tease and roughhouse together, Johnny can be so mean to you but you always make up.
it’s completely innocent… until you start getting older, going through puberty, developing physically, hormonally and emotionally. the summer you’re twelve Johnny gets into a fight with one of his friends for calling you “hot” it just pissed him off so much, his friend wasn’t allowed too look at you like that, no one was. then there was that kiss also around that age… it was just a peck on the lips, nothing too inappropriate just getting your “first kiss” out of the way.
and then you both get your own phones, you can finally talk to each other privately any day at any time. you text constantly, call every night, talking about your day, about everything, sending random pictures to each other that slowly transition from pictures of stray cats and foods to more risqué pictures…
Johnny is first to toe that line. sending you a picture of him shirtless during football soccer practice, bragging about his athleticism it’s not necessarily inappropriate but the angle his poses… his cocky smile… it’s all just a bit too titillating to be completely innocent.
of course you reciprocate. sending him a picture of you in a swimsuit at a pool, an angle that accentuates your body just enough to return the favor.
and it continues like that for months. risky texts and photos sprinkled into normal conversations, whispered moments during long calls… until your first summer after getting phones comes around.
you’re back in scotland and feel so strange about seeing Johnny again… stomach all a flutter and face slightly flushed… but your nerves are quickly washed away when Johnny pulls you into a tight hug that lasts a bit longer then it should, whispering into your ear about how happy he is that your here and how he can’t wait to see you in that swimsuit in person.
that summer is when those lines are finally crossed. your sleeping in his room like usual, staying up late talking to each other, Johnny slowly inches closer and closer, soon enough your kissing and his hands are places a cousins should never be and you reciprocate.
it isn’t until the plain ride home that it settles in what you did, the lines you’ve crossed and you’re washed over with guilt, shame and nausea.
after that you talk to him less… you don’t respond to his texts right away or at all… sparingly answer his calls and they’re so much shorter than before.
you blame the sound distance on being busy whenever anyone asks, after all you’re going to village soon and he’ll be joining the military.