A more contemplative, light/passive NSFW theme for this cap. She is my best Aqours girl so I was glad that I was able to make something with her.

Part 1 pic sauce: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/2499246

It was always hard for me to think of a member of my own family as being hot, even if she was objectively… attractive. I had seen my cousin around a lot before, but we were just okay towards each other, and she wasn’t a very talkative person. We just lived different lives despite being in the same seaside town. She was nice but I never thought anything of her, or her body, until we started body swapping.

We were only doing it for one long summer. She was only a year younger than me, but I never looked at her the same way other guys did—maybe that’s why she decided to do this with me. I just went along with it, always saying it was okay whenever she wanted, and then she would use a little keychain to switch our bodies, and we would go on to each other’s houses without needing to say anything more. She never gave a reason why, and it was hard for me to tell, but I think she usually wanted to swap whenever she was tired, or having a bad day, or even just bored.

Her parents owned a dive shop right on the ocean, and they always kept her busy working there. She was always working outside in her wetsuit, or sometimes even just her swimsuit, almost like she was showing off or something, but I know she wouldn’t do that on purpose. And even I have to say, now that I’ve seen it up close, that her body does look very attractive in her swimsuit. I think she was just tired of looking like that, of always having to carry her boobs around, which were heavy and awkward. I especially noticed them when I had to do something in the water, which felt like it was all the time. It was the busy season, and we were close to a popular beach, so there was always something that had to be done and there were always people passing by who would look. And I noticed that some of the guys would look at me—in her body—in a certain way. I never noticed them before, as a guy, because I didn’t do that sort of thing myself. Or maybe it was because I was a guy that I was able to recognize them, but I can never know now.

I spent most of my time in her body working like that, and if that was done I would do her homework or some other kind of work, and if there was absolutely nothing else I would lay in her bed, in her room, waiting for her to come back. I never felt like doing anything else, I just wanted to keep doing what I was supposed to do. I didn’t want to stop, or go anywhere, or do anything out of the ordinary, or else that surreal feeling of being in a foreign body would come in, and I would start feeling too weird, and I would want to get out of her body.