Late Night Snack (Touch me in the morning)

“Oh course, you can stay here as long as it takes. You can take the couch.”
“The couch?” He was smiling suspiciously. “Okay, that will work.”
His eyebrows raised curiously. “Why do you have that look on your face?”
“Nothing.” He gave me an up and down scan again with a smile that seemed glued on his face. I knew what he was thinking, but I was going to let him make the first move. “Hey, I got some super good edibles, and they will blow your mind.” His tone was light. “You can’t eat a whole gummy without getting fucked up. Would you like to try some?”
“Sure. Why not? I’m wide awake now that you woke me.” I wasn’t going back to bed, so I popped the gummy into my mouth and headed to the kitchen. “Want something to drink?”
“Yeah, you got beer?”
“No, just some wine.”
“Okay, wine is fine.”
Thirty minutes later the effects of the THC in the gummy had kicked in, and I was floating. “Damn, where did you get those gummies?”
“You like?”
“Hell yes, that’s some good shit.” I was feeling light and ticklish. “I love it cuz. Thanks Bo.” I felt more flirty and horny. The marijuana brought out my most sexual feminine emotions. “You such a sweet cousin.” I flashed Bo a seductive smile.
He wore a wicked smile and failed to respond to my words. That was because he was rubbing himself. “It makes me horny as hell. How about you?”
“How about me? I hadn’t thought about it.” I was lying through my teeth. Seeing him fondle his more than adequate size cock and remembering all our encounters together, all I could do was think about it. My entire crotch was on fire and my ass had a nervous twitch. I felt peculiar for reasons I couldn’t understand. Bo and I have had sex in the past, but our sexual activities decreased when he began dating Mary. I was jealous, not of their relationship, but that he wanted her pussy more than my ass. Uncle Barney and Bo were the only relatives that I continued to screw in recent times. Bo pulled away but thank God Barney still came around to see me. Barney was good and I adore him, but he didn’t hang with me often enough. That’s why I thought Cobb would be perfect for me. I don’t know why I thought he could be the one. I wanted him to be the one because he made me feel so special that night at the motel. I had a feeling, but it was wrong.