Owen took the bait instantly, replying with drooling emoji like some desperate teenager. I didn’t answer. I let him stew.
By the time I got off work, I had dozens of unread messages waiting for me. Owen was clearly on fire, thinking I’d finally changed my mind.
That night, I went all in—copying every flirtatious line I could find online and sending them one by one, building up the heat until he was begging.
[Babe, can we video chat? Please?]
His voice was thick with lust.
I turned him down with a laugh, claiming I had to take a shower.
Not long after, I heard Alison’s bedroom door click open. She slipped out in the middle of the night like a teenager sneaking to a secret hookup.
She came back at dawn, legs wobbling.
Over the next few days, I checked Owen’s online shopping cart.
Sure enough, he’d ordered a bunch of sex toys. Fancy ones.
Every time he wanted to hook up with her, he used the excuse of being “out of town.” This latest “business trip” had lasted a whole month—and my cousin’s gait had gotten noticeably… strange. She was taking forever in the bathroom too.
Aunt Hannah finally noticed something was off. She pounded on the bathroom door, yelling like a banshee.