That night was filled with broken and disjointed dreams about travelling to meet an exciting woman or about taking photos of a beautiful, naked woman posing before a window. The dreams were as confusing as they were erotic.

The fact that Anne's face fit so seamlessly onto the pictures of AK-47 didn't help. Throughout many of the dreams, I spent my time kissing and exploring every part of her naked body. Pushing those long black tresses over her shoulder to expose the skin of her back and shoulders, allowing me access to kiss her neck, her ears, and her shoulders. Kissing my way slowly down the centre of her spine as my hands explored everywhere that my lips were not. I could feel the warmth emanating from her smooth alabaster skin, which seemed to almost glow in the soft light of the room. The only light was what was coming through the window facing the street as she stood completely naked before it.

She moaned softly as my lips reached the small of her back, and I began to explore the two perfect little dimples above her hips. The hips, which were firmly in the grasp of my hands.

“There are people walking past.”

She whispered with an edge of excitement to her voice, making her breath catch. It wasn't lost on me that it was Anne's voice I was hearing.

“Let them look. All they will see is your beauty, your bravery, and your raw sexual magnetism. You are magnificent.”

Somehow, I knew she was blushing at my compliment even though I couldn't see her face. I felt a shiver run through her body as I heard people talking to each other as they walked past the window. They were so close that the light in the room flickered momentarily as their shadows fell across the window. She moaned again, and I could tell she was trying to keep quiet so that they wouldn't hear. I gently bit her on the butt cheek, eliciting a small squeal of surprise as she jumped and then giggled. I kissed her gently in the same spot, making her moan softly again.

I felt her movement as her hands began to wander over her own body. She cupped her breasts in her hands, pinching her nipples gently between her thumbs and forefingers. I continued to kiss all over her ass, and using one hand, I placed gentle pressure against her back while my other hand gripped her hip, letting her know that I wanted her to bend at the waist. She moved her bare feet apart and leaned forward. There before me was her very wet pussy, looking absolutely delicious and begging me to kiss it, taste it, and dive right in.

I leaned forward, salivating at the treat before me, when suddenly I was awake. I was lying in my bed, and the morning sun was peeking around the edges of the blinds. My hard cock was in my hand and throbbing as it made a tent out of the bedsheets. The mental whiplash and disappointment I felt were brutal.

I couldn't believe something or someone would be so rude as to wake me up right at that point. What the hell woke me up? A second later, the phone rang next to my head on the nightstand. I groaned. Who the hell could be ringing me at this hour on a Sunday? I picked up the phone, but my eyes were still too blurry to focus on the screen, so I answered it anyway, half expecting some kind of emergency.

“Hello?”

“Good morning. I hope I didn't wake you up, although it sounds like I might have.”

It took a few seconds to place the voice.

“Oh, Anne? Sorry, I'm a bit groggy; just give me a second to get my head right.”

I was trying to push the Anne that was still fresh in my head back into fantasy land while the real Anne was right here talking to me. I had to be very careful not to get the two mixed up and say the wrong thing.

“I did wake you up, didn't I? I'm so sorry; I should let you go back to sleep.”

“No, no, it's fine; I'm awake now. Don't go. I should be getting up anyway.”

“I'm so sorry; I was being selfish. I haven't been able to sleep, and I thought that it was late enough and you would be awake.”

“No, really, it's okay, so long as you don't mind me staying in bed while I talk to you.”

A warm chuckle floated down the line to my ear.

“You didn't seem to mind talking to me while I was in bed yesterday. If it's fine with you, then it's perfectly fine with me.”

I don't know what came over me; either it was the remnants of that amazing dream, the erotic conversation I had with AK-47 yesterday afternoon, or possibly the fact that I still had my hand wrapped around my hard cock and it was wanting some attention, but what I said took me by surprise probably as much as it did Anne.

“Yes, but I know what I am wearing right now, whereas I have no idea what you were wearing while we talked yesterday.”

She chuckled again, and there was an edge to it that sent a shiver throughout my entire body.

"Well, if you are wearing the same thing I was wearing yesterday, and right now for that matter, then it can be described in one word.”

“Nothing.”

I don't know why I whispered that; there was no one else here to hear what I was saying.

“Bingo.”

There was a long silence as we both seemed to accept not just the delightful mental image of that but also the new level of open honesty we were sharing. My cock swelled and twitched as I thought about her lying there naked while we talked to each other. I wondered if her fingers were slowly stroking and teasing her pussy the same way that mine were gently teasing my cock. Neither of us spoke for a few moments, but I could hear her breathing slowly. I think we were each waiting for the other to break the ice. I took the plunge first. I laughed nervously, then dove in.

“Well, that was an awkward little silence. Are you okay with this?”

She laughed as well, and I think it was mostly with relief.

“I called you, remember? Of course I'm fine; it's not like it's a video call.”

“Hmm, no, it's not.”

I hoped my disappointment didn't sound as obvious to her as it did to me. I couldn't help but wish it were a video call, and I almost said so. I did manage to hold my tongue, nearly as tightly as I was holding my cock.

“So... I take it you don't have your kids at home this weekend.”

“No, they're at their mum's this weekend, or more accurately, they're probably at their friends' places. It's just me rattling around the house at the moment.”

“It takes a bit of getting used to, doesn't it? Mine went to their dad's last night after dinner. It's always a bit of a rough night when they first go, but I am getting used to it. I don't sleep well when they first go, and last night was a weird one for sure.”

“That's no good. Did you have bad dreams?”

I could actually hear the smile in her voice.

“Not bad ones, that's for sure. They sure were interesting, though.”

“Hmmm, must have been the night for it; I did too.”

“Yeah? A strange day leads to strange dreams, I guess.”

“Well, it was definitely an unusual day, but by no means a bad one. Did you want to tell me about your dreams?”

This time she laughed out loud, and it sounded almost rueful.

“I don't know if that would be a good idea at all.”

“Oh! Like that, was it? Well, now I am definitely interested.”

We both laughed.

“I bet you are. Look, Charlie, I need to talk to you about something serious, and, well... I'm a bit afraid, actually.”

Well, that took an unexpected turn.

“Oh. Okay. I'm not sure what to say. Is it something I should be concerned about? You're not a serial killer, are you?”

She giggled nervously, and there was another awkward pause. I could feel the tension down the line, and I had to help her along.

“Anne, whatever it is, it's okay.”

“You say that now, but you might be angry at me, and after we have just reconnected, I don't want to lose you for another twenty years.”

“Look, we all have our secrets and our pasts; I'm not going to judge you for that.”

“I guess... Look, I'll get to it, and I'm feeling really guilty about this, and I don't want to keep it a secret from you. After yesterday, things have... Well, things have changed in ways I'm not sure how to react to or handle. I have done some things, things that made me really happy, but I'm not very proud of them at the same time.”

I was feeling more confused as she went. What on earth has she done?

“Look, the only way to know, Anne, is to rip the band-aid off.”

“I know.”

There was a pause just long enough to make me think she wasn't going to go on. I was about to say something when she started again.

“Charlie, do you remember the age difference between us?”

“Of course, you are four months older than I am. You never let me forget it when we were kids.”

“Ha. Yeah, I remember that, like, four months actually made a difference. How old are you, Charlie?”

“I'm forty-six. You know that.”

“Mhmm, and what's my full name?”

“This is so weird.”

“Humour me.”

“Okay, it's Anne Francis.”

“It was.”

“Oh, yeah. Shit. Sorry. That's embarrassing; I don't know your married name.”

“It's King.”

There was a pause, as though it should all be making sense to me, but I was still completely clueless.

“Okay...”

“Anne King, Charlie. How old am I?”

I thought about my birthday coming up in just over a month, something that I don't like thinking about much these days.

“You're forty-seven, Anne.”

Suddenly, I felt like the cogs of a safe were beginning to turn and fall into place in my mind, but I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud.

“That's right, Charlie. Anne King, forty-seven.”

“Oh. Oh! Oh fuck! You're AK-47?”

“Yeah...”

There was a long pause in which I had no idea what to say. Eventually, Anne filled the silence again.

“I'm so sorry, Charlie.”

There was another long pause as I tried to wrap my mind around all of this. No wonder Anne's face fit so perfectly onto the image of that gorgeous, leggy woman standing in front of the window. It fits because it belongs there. Holy fuck! What did this all mean?

I was desperately trying to understand what this all meant and how it fit together.

“Are you okay, Charlie? Are you still there?”

“Umm, ahh, yeah, I think so.”

“I mean it, Charlie, I am really sorry. I have lied to you, and it's making me feel sick.”

I thought about it, and I realised I didn't quite see it the same way.

“Anne, you didn't tell me straight away, sure, but that's not the same thing as lying, is it? Unless all of the things you said to me yesterday aren't true.”

I could almost hear the blush in her voice. She replied, her voice barely audible.

"It's true; all of it is true, Charlie.”

I could feel her embarrassment at admitting to something so deeply personal. I realised that I, too, was acknowledging my truth in this as well and wanted us to be on an even footing again.

“Anne, uh, I know you are feeling kind of embarrassed right now, but you really shouldn't. There isn't a single thing that you have told me that I find weird or, if I am totally honest right now, a complete turn-on. Yeah, it's a bit odd that we, as cousins, are discussing these things, but as two single adults who are getting to know each other's likes and dislikes, it's nothing but exciting.”

“Really? You don't think I'm a crazy stalker or a sexual deviant?”

I chuckled as I thought about what I would consider a sexual deviant to be, and it was not this sexy, erotic, exciting woman.

“If you are a deviant, then so am I. Hell, I may well be a complete pervert if this is the standard. I am curious, though; how did you know how to find my story and connect with me as a writer, though?”

There was an awkward pause again as she struggled with having to tell me the answer to that question. I waited patiently and didn't rush in to fill the silence. I knew she was still there because I could hear her breathing and the rustle of the sheets as she moved into a different position.

“You remember me telling you yesterday morning about how I had been learning about computers from my son?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, one of the things I learnt how to do was find people. My ex was stalking and trolling me online and using fake names and accounts. Philip taught me how to backtrack them and find the hidden connections between different accounts. It took a while, but I managed to track all his data from these and take the proof to the police. It was one of the ways I got a protection order from the courts, which meant he couldn't contact me online or come to my house or my place of work. The kids still get to see him and vice versa, but he can't contact me to do anything other than organise things for the kids. It's awkward and unnecessarily difficult, but that's just the way we have to do things now.

So, it's possible I may have used this knowledge yesterday to find out a little bit of info about what websites your identity was attached to. It didn't take much to find out from there what your username was, and I just went looking. I could see you were online at the time I found and read your story. And, well, the rest, as they say, is history.”

I really wasn't sure how to feel about that. It was definitely an invasion, and under other circumstances I would probably be a bit pissed about it, but I was also kind of impressed and more than a little flattered that she wanted to know that much about me.

“What else did you look for, Anne?”

I was furiously scanning through my memory for what else I had put online. Was there something I had shared at some point that I would be mortified for her to find? I couldn't think of anything, unless she could see my search history, of course.

“Oh, no. Nothing else, I swear. I know it was wrong of me to do this, but I swear the only thing I wanted to do was read your stories. I wanted to know how you think, and I wanted to know if you think the same way I do about... things. I know what I did was wrong, and I swear to you I won't go looking again. I really am sorry I snooped the way I did, but I'm not sorry we had that conversation yesterday. It was the first time I had felt really alive and excited and, well, sexual in years. Can you please forgive me? Can we still talk and be friends?”

“Look, I'm not going to pretend that I am thrilled to have been 'investigated' like that, but at the same time, I've got nothing to hide either. In the future, though, if there is anything you want to know about me, and I do mean ANYTHING, then just ask me. Of course, we can still be friends, and of course, we can still talk. That conversation from yesterday isn't over after all.”

There was another pause.

I could almost see the coy smile on her face as she whispered down the phone to me.

“So... you still want to talk like we did yesterday?”

“Yes. If you do, I definitely want to. I know it's probably a bit weird of me to say this, Anne, and I hope it doesn't scare you off, but the fact that you are my cousin kind of adds another dimension to it.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

“The fact is, the whole time we were having that conversation yesterday afternoon, I was picturing your face on that gorgeous body. I was reading those messages in your voice, and I was feasting my eyes on your naked body, wishing I could see more. I want to do more than see your body, to be honest, and it made me so…”

We both spoke at the same time as she tried to finish my sentence. I used the word excited, but her husky, warm voice murmured down the line like warm honey into my ear as she drew out the word.

“Hard.”

I chuckled and found myself nodding along.

“Yeah, that too.”

“Charlie?”

“Yes, Anne?”

“Are you hard right now?”

Another pause as I reminded myself that it was important to be completely honest here.

“Yes.”

“Mmm.”

The noise she made was almost a quiet purr that sent a shiver throughout my body.

“Does that excite you, Anne?”

“Very much. Are you touching it?”

I wasn't right at that moment, but I began to because I knew she wanted me to.

“Yes.”

“Oh, Charlie. Are you looking at my pictures while you do?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, God.”

I could hear her breath coming faster with a slightly ragged edge to it now. I was slowly stroking my achingly hard cock, and a drop of pre-cum had formed at the tip. I smeared it around with my fingertip and delighted in the sensation. I released myself so I wouldn't lose control; I didn't want to cum yet; I wanted this to last. My heart was hammering in my chest in spite of the fact that I hadn't even gotten out of bed yet today.

“Are you wet, Anne?”

“God, I am so wet right now. I can't believe we are doing this, but I don't want to stop. It's so exciting to be lying here, with my blinds open, completely naked, and touching my body...