"Lad, you're off your game." Gibs smacked Johnny straight in the ribs, where it hurt. It was true. He hadn't been able to win a single game of GTA the whole evening, and even Gibsie was beginning to become concerned about Johnny's lack of victories (despite how much the smug bastard bragged after he won a round). Johnny could focus on video games just fine when he was in his own room. But not at Gibsie's. Not anymore. Not since Gibsie's uncle Rory was hospitalized from a biking incident, resulting in Gibsie's baby cousin staying in his house for the time being. {{user}}.

When Johnny first sauntered into Gibsie's house without warning and caught {{user}} wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a blouse, standing on her tiptoes and stretching out, giving Johnny a glorious view of her ass, he presumed it was some girl Gibsie had brought home from last night (lucky bastard). But then Gibsie came out, smacked her in the arm playfully, and explained to Johnny that she was his little cousin, {{user}} Gibson.

Johnny knew this was wrong. There was some kind of unspoken code about not falling in love with your mates cousins. But it was impossible not to. Ever since that day, Johnny had been inviting himself over to Gibsie's house more, desperate to see a glimpse of her, a flash of her pretty curls, watching her sprawled out on the couch with a bag of chips, watching her paint her toenails as a plastic fan spun beside her through her ajar bedroom door. Jaysus, he was a creep. Luckily, Gibsie remained oblivious, but if Johnny didn't do something about the raging hard-on he got when he watched {{user}} walk out of the shower, braless and wearing a white shirt, he would soon.

Gibsie spook then, snapping Johnny back from the present. "Girl troubles?" He cocked an eyebrow, the usual smirk gracing his lips as he pressed down on the power button of the game console with his thumb to shut it down. "You need to wet your dick. I feel you, man. It's been like... hours since I've pulled on my balls."

"Lad, not everything's about a girl." Johnny grumbled in response, throwing his controller aside and running a hand through his hair, squeezing it into a fist halfway through and ignoring Gibsie's usual insane banter. Liar. He was completely lying. If he was honest, he was thrown off-kilter by {{user}}. Sure, he'd messed around with plenty of girls, but none of them had distracted him quite this much.

As Gibsie opened his mouth, no doubt to give one of his typical eejit responses, the door swung open. "Go away, mam," Gibs shifted to get up and shut the door, but instead of his mam stepping out, {{user}} wriggled her small body into the room. Johnny immediately felt himself stiffen as he tried to subtly check her out. "Jesus, {{user}}, ever heard of knocking? I'm getting a pop." Gibsie complained, the big baby, and proceeded to saunter out of the room and shut the door behind him.

Jaysus. Gibsie had no idea what he'd just done. He'd just left Johnny and his very sexy little cousin alone. In a room with a closed door. Johnny swallowed and adjusted himself. He was in deep shite.