Just wrote a few short posts of some Anon's idea:
>Be Anon and you got a bullshit email saying you have a long lost relative who lives in Nigeria or some shit.
>You delete it and go back playing vidya.
>Two weeks later you hear a knock on the door early in the morning.
>You open the door and see this.

(also, replaced shitty non-rhyming lines with rhyming phrases)
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"Z-Zecora? Maybe put a shirt on."
>Papa Who-The-Fuck-Is-This would be disappointed in you for ever telling a woman to put her shirt on, had the woman in question not been your cousin.
>Zecora turns her body and looks at you curiously, breasts swaying with the motions of her chest.
>They're fat without being saggy, and those nipples are just begging for someone's lips to wrap around them.
>Yours.
>It's not just her chest that's bare; she lost her... you wanna say "loin-cloth", but that would imply that it adequately covered up her loins.
>Even when she wore the damn thing, you could tell that she had an ass that wouldn't quit.
>Her ass looked at the loincloth and said "No."
>It was a "crack-cloth" more than anything else.
>A "maybe-half-of-her-pussy-cloth", even.
>But yeah, as soon as you were alone, the crotch-cover came off too.
>To your delight, she shaves; not that you have a thing against pubes, but now you have an unobstructed view of the juiciest pussy lips you have EVER seen in your life.
>And she has absolutely no problem with showing them off to you.
>"Cousin Anonymous, even at home? Why would I do that when we are alone?"
>You can feel cold sweat drip down the back of your neck.
"Yes, b-but..."
>It brings a tear to your eye that you're about to cover up that perfect body.
"I mean, it's just that nudity is kinda.... not really a thing to do in this country..."
>This has to be it; the one good deed that guarantees you a spot in heaven.
>You're sacrificing so much right now.
>To your surprise, Zecora just walks over to you and pats you on the cheek.
>"Cousin of mine, surely you jest! I don't live in your country, so why cover my chest?"
>Your boner is doing its best to convince you that she's won this argument and that you should let her keep going around naked.
>You swallow; your mouth feels dry.
"I-I know."
>Zecora tilts her head, looking innocently curious at your reaction.
>"If that is not what you feel is wrong, then why do you want me to play along?"
>Her brows furrow and she starts to look a little irritated.
>"Do you have problems with what you see? Can you hardly stand to look at me?"
>She grabs her tits with both hands and presses them together.
>Before you can react, she grabs your hands and plants them on her breasts.
>You can feel her nips pressing into your palms.
>"I can prove I they're healthy breasts. Cousin, squeeze them! Give them a test!"
>No amount of Christian thoughts can save you now.

"Wait, what? You want us to sleep in the same bed?"
>Girl, if you do that, you're going to wake up looking like a giant twinkie exploded all over you.
>Zecora puts down her blanket and pillow, and then arranges them on your bed.
>"Yes, of course, we'll share a bed. It's so cold, I'll wake up dead."
>Sometimes you're really thankful that Zecora considers 30*C (86*F) to be "chilly".
>You're brought back to reality when Zecora hands you the pyjamas you had bought for her to sleep in.
>"I hope my clothing won't start a feud, but my people tend to sleep in the nude."
>IT'S SUPER OKAY
"Y-Yeah, it's fine."
>You and Zecora crawl into bed, and you do your best to ignore your raging erection.
>You do well for about 20 seconds; that's the point where Zecora more or less crawls on top of you and tries to get as much skin contact as possible.
>Your cousin shivers and wraps her arms around your neck, trying to drain you of your body heat.
>"I should have learned; I did not know. Your country is cold, even without snow."
>After a moment, she pulls her arms back and grabs your hands, which she then places onto her ass.
>"Don't be shy; I'm very soft. Hold me so I don't roll off."
>You just whimper and nod your head, barely noticing it when Zecora wraps her arms back around your neck.
>"Hold me close and grab my rump," she mutters into your neck, "I hope you don't mind - it's a little plump."
>It takes an exceptional amount of willpower to resist dry-humping your cousin right now.

"Zecora?!"
>You hasten to cover yourself up and nearly slip on the slick bathtub floor.
>Zecora slides the shower curtain shut behind her and, humming cheerfully, reaches over your shoulder to grab the bar of soap.
>"It's good to see you got some sleep. Your bed is comfy; my slumber was deep."
>You watch, hands failing to contain your boner, as your chocolate cousin Zori slides her hands all over her soapy, slippery breasts.
>"Cousin, could you wash my hair? I'll do the same - it's only fair."
>Zecora turns around and presents her wet hair (and more importantly: her amazing ass) to you.
>You reach to the rack for your bottle of shampoo, ignoring the twinge in your dick when you spurt a bunch of creamy white liquid all over your hands.
>You try to reach her hair while maintaining a solid foot of space between you and her (which is actually less than 6 inches of space with your erection is taken into consideration), but you're having difficulty reaching the top of her head.
>You're no manlet; Cousin Zori is like a million feet tall.
>"Anonymous, come close and don't be shy. I do not bite, and I am starting to dry."
>Fuck.
>If you do that, you'll poke her with yo-
>Zecora sighs in irritation, and then walks backwards until she's pressing her back right up against your chest.
>Your cock is stuck in between her glorious cheeks.
>"There we go - please wash off my grime. We can attend to your penis another time."
>You feel yourself spurt a bit of pre-cum.