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Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2005 13:59:05 +0000
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Encounter With My Cousin We were late. The flight had been delayed, but they'd
kept the poor thing up for our inspection. My wife tried to coo and tease the
bald tiny three month infant in her arms. I smiled. Could the little shit see
yet? Don't gawk at the helpless thing with silly faces. She'll be scarred for
life. The kid's tiny hand reached up, probably to block the teasing face and
Sarah smiled. Fuck. I hated quaint family gatherings. Good. The brat started
crying and my wife tried to rock him quiet. The kid cried harder. Smart kid. I
wanted to laugh. Sarah was useless with infants, children, anything domestic.
Why was she pretending so hard? When in Rome . . . Becky, whose eyes, I'd
noticed, had never left her new daughter, quickly got off her chair and walked
to my struggling wife. "There. There," she said, picking up the bundle of bad
news. "Mommy's here honey. Shhhh. Mommy's right here." The brat gurgled a
little, let out a long fart and started to quiet down. Sarah stared in
discomfort at the display. "When are you two gonna start a family?" Bob, my
cousin's husband, grinned. I shrugged. "We--" "Very soon," Sarah said,
defiantly. I looked at her. Very soon? What the fuck are you talking about? Very
soon, my ass. You haven't wanted a kid since . . . "That's great!" Bob laughed.
He picked up his can of beer. "Here's for the best. Let me know, if I can give
you any pointers." I smiled at him. Fuckin' construction dirt-ball is going to
give me pointers. What a world we live in. He downed his beer in a couple of
loud gulps and reached for another. No loud belch? I thought surprised.
* Sarah tried to stifle a moan as a I pushed against her clit, buried balls deep
inside her. My cock jerked violently, begging for release, so I held myself
still, feeling the blood pounding in my ears. I looked down at her red, sweaty
face and matted dark hair. This was Sarah's domain. Few could compete with
her. I slowly pulled out, trying to ease the tension and she sighed. I held
myself aloft, barely touching her, my cock-head surrounded by her hairy
swollen cunt-lips and she opened her eyes and smiled up at me. I studied her,
trying to guess her thoughts, but couldn't. I didn't want to think and
strained forward. I shoved it all back in, swiftly and she gasped. I held
myself in her. "Don't do that," she whispered, after she'd caught her breath.
"You're going to wake everyone up." "So?" I whispered, slowly pulling out and
then slowly pushing back in. "So." she gasped. "So. Your cousin might think
we're nuts." Becky, I smiled. Over a year since I'd seen her. Shit. Over a
year since I'd been back to the old home town. Wouldn't have come back except
to see the baby. "They'll think we're trying to get you pregnant." I
whispered, reaching to tease one of her hard brown nipples. I felt her stiffen
underneath and we were silent holding each other. My rigid, unbending,
hardness was lost. I could feel myself, still erect, but floppy. She felt it,
too. "Do you think we should?" she asked. "I don't know," I replied. She
nodded and I could hear her breathing had returned to normal. It was over. My
erection was gone and I gently pulled out and rolled off her. "It's not that I
don't want to," she began, after a couple of minutes. "I know," I nodded,
looking up at the dark ceiling of the strange bedroom. "It's just not time,
yet, you know?" "Yeah, I know." We held each other and fell asleep.
* Since my father had died, and I was an only child, the remaining members of
dad's large clan focussed obscene attention on me the next day at the party.
The old man had been the oldest of five sons, the head of the family. In a
fucked up way, the dignity seemed to pass to me. My youngest uncle was only
six years older than me and the other three kept pushing beer and nasty food
in my direction. The old man had dragged them out of Arkansas and to Chicago.
He had made them lower middle class and they were grateful. Sarah, my
princess, was hard for them to take. Every- thing about me was hard for them
to take. I was almost forty, had been married for more than ten years and
still had no children. But worse, I was a professor of all things, a professor
of history. I irritated them and their sixteen children. I may have even
irritated their thirty some odd grandchildren, but I'd never taken a poll.
Through it all, for good or bad, but mostly bad, I was still, in their eyes,
heir to the head of the family, the man. I walked along the hot concrete of
Bob's new pool deck. Little cousins were splashing and screaming their delight
in the hot air. I shook my head, imagining several floating face down, having
drowned. No one was watching them. Sarah was lying back on a plastic lawn
chair in a flowing summer dress, reading a book. I laughed. That a girl. Take
it easy. There are plenty of women here more than ready to get that grill
going. She looked up to see who'd blocked her sun and smiled. I took off my
sun-glasses and knelt next to her. "Having fun?" she teased. I nodded. "So
many kids." "My family breeds well." She laughed and then stopped. "About last
night," she began. "Forget about it." She nodded and was silent, as we both
turned to watch the kids doing their insanity in the pool. "I could go off the
pill next month," she said, not looking at me. I turned to her and shook my
head. "Baby. Let's talk about it, later. At home. Okay?" She nodded.
* I was lying down, eyes closed, trying to digest the two hamburgers and hot dog
I'd wolfed down. I didn't feel well and I could feel my stomach turning and
twisting, trying to get used to the intrusion of the too rare meat. Never
again, I promised, myself. Never again. I looked up quickly. Raining? I heard
a hearty laugh. "Got you," she giggled, water dripping off her and onto me. I
struggled up, trying to get out of the way, but she laughed some more and
started shaking her body over me, drenching me. I gave up and let it fall.
"Awww. Don't be such a party-pooper," she laughed. "Shouldn't you be helping
your sister with your new neice?" I asked her. "The kid's asleep and Becky's
enjoying the water," she pointed towards the pool. I shook my head. Jesus.
Hard bodies. These two sisters. Only three months after giving birth to her
third kid and Becky looked fine--hell, more than fine-- in her blue one-piece.
Her younger sister over me looked like an Olympic athlete. Long, muscular
thighs and broad back and . . . "What is it?" she asked. "Nothing," I sighed,
lying back down on the wet lawn chair. "You were checking out Becky's body,"
she laughed. I looked up at her and shook my head. "I know," she continued. "I
know. I find it hard to believe myself. Three kids." I nodded. "What do you
think of this?" she asked, fisting her hands against her waist to show off her
goods. I laughed. "Heh," she kicked my leg. "I'm not joking. What do you
think?" It was, of course, lovely, a little leaner than Becky, but quite
similar. I had good looking cousins. Let's see. Becky, the oldest of . . .
yeah, four kids was probably 30 or so. That would make her about twenty, maybe
a little older. "How old are you?" She kicked my leg again. "I can't believe
you. I'm your first cousin and you don't even know how old I am? I thought you
were supposed to be really smart." "I'm not. How old are you?" She shook her
head and finally said. "Nineteen." "You going to school?" "I'll be a sophomore
at N I U this fall." I nodded. University? God, anything could be a University
these days. What a joke. "That's great," I smiled. We were silent. I wanted
her to leave. There was nothing else to talk about. But, more relevant, all
these hard-bodies were making me horny. I wanted to find Sarah and get lost
for a few minutes. But she didn't budge, staring down at me. "We all think
you're a stuck-up asshole," she said, matter-of-factly. I laughed. She kicked
my leg again. "It's not funny," she lectured. "You don't talk to us, you never
visit. I mean, and your wife . . ." she began. I sat up. "What about my wife?"
"She doesn't like us. I think she makes fun of us." I shook my head. "My dear,
I think you're confusing being different for stuck-up and having little in
common as hostility." She stared at me. I could see she was kind of upset.
"Bullshit," she spat out, finally, and huffed away. I shook my head, not
knowing whether to slap the little retard upside the head or sink my teeth
into that tight little ass, bouncing away from me. Find Sarah, ass- hole.
* Bob was hitting on Sarah, when I found her. The roob was trying to get her
into the pool. He had on speedos (absolutely outrageous and bought, I was
sure, to impress my wife with his bulge). I watched from a distance as she was
politely, but firmly, telling him to go fuck himself. She saw me and smiled
and motioned to the idiot. I nodded and asked with my eyes whether she was
okay. She smiled and I walked away to leave them alone. I walked into the
house. Take a piss. Clear your head, maybe lie down a little, I thought as I
maneuvered around little laughing cousins, toys and uncles I had no desire to
notice me. The piss felt good (they always do) and I bounded up the stairs
with fresh energy. I would change my wet clothes and go back down and laugh
with Sarah about Bob's bulge. That would be fun. From there, a good night
sleep and . . . Oh fuck! I'd pushed open the door to the guest bedroom and
before me was Becky, her blue suit off and falling from her shaking hand. I
would be less than human if I hadn't stopped to soak in the sight of the poor
woman with the amazing body. Our eyes met and her baby blues followed mine as
they travelled lower to her small, round tits and pink nipples--must not be
breast-feeding--her flat stomach, to her hazel-chestnut curly wet thick pubic
mound. My eyes fixed there for what seemed like long minutes, but it was over
in seconds. I turned around, quickly, muttering, "I'm sorry," and walked out,
shutting the door softly behind me, hoping not to make any greater
disturbance. I wanted to hide, but took a deep breath to clear my head and
waited outside to apologize in a more formal fashion. I waited. I knew she
knew I was out there, waiting, because I hadn't run down the stairs. I
continued to wait. Fuck, maybe she'd fainted. Christ. I knocked softly on the
door. "Becky," I called in. Fuck. "Becky, are you okay?" Shit. I slowly opened
the door and saw nothing. I rushed in. She'd fainted? No. And I heard and then
saw her sobbing on the bed, her back to me, still naked. I took a deep breath.
"Honey," I started. Honey? Who the fuck says Honey? Good grief. Get yourself
together man. "Becky," I tried, again, but I saw her waiving me off weakly.
"Are you okay?" The crying was ending. "I'm sorry," she choaked. "Why are you
sorry?" "I," she started, but then started crying again. This was ridiculous.
I walked over to her and stopped. What the fuck are you going to do? Put your
arm around the naked lady. Real good, shit head. "What's wrong?" I whispered.
She turned to me, her eyes red. "I. . .I," she began. "Bob hates me." I was
confused. What the fuck does Bob have to do with this? "He thinks I'm ugly,"
she continued. "He's all over Sarah." I shook my head, unbelieving. How
incredible. "Baby, Sarah doesn't like Bob." "I know, and that's what makes it
worse. She's making a fool out of him. Everyone sees it." "We'll leave." She
shook her head. "It's not your fault." I smiled. "She's a bitch. Everyone
knows, but I guess that's why you guys want her so bad." The second time in
half-an-hour my poor wife had been unfairly maligned. "She doesn't even like
kids," Becky continued. She stood up and faced me. I turned away. "Look at
me," Becky called out. "That asshole hasn't even touched me since the baby."
"I'm going now," I said, starting for the door. "You think I'm ugly, too don't
you?" she quivered. I shook my head and heard her sobbing again and then
walking quickly behind me. I turned around and she threw herself at me,
throwing little punchs at me, hard on the chest and face. I grabbed her hands
to stop her. "Look at me!" she yelled. "Look at me!" She continued sobbing and
I released her hands and held her. Real good, couldn't be better, I thought,
looking at our reflection on the mirror nearby. Guy in white shorts, holding
naked sobbing woman. His cousin, of course. Who else would it be? Fuck. I
looked down at her and she looked up. "You okay?" She nodded. I smiled and
then quickly tried to push her off as her mouth pursed and touched mine.
"Heh!" I yelled. "What the. . ?" She held on, tightly and tried to kiss me,
again. "Are you nuts?" I hissed. "What's wrong?" she smiled. "Never been
kissed by a real woman?" Oh brother. This was fuckin' Jerry Springer now.
Total psycho-melodrama. I shook her off me roughly and she laughed, letting
herself fall onto the bed. "You are an asshole," she said, opening up her
thighs. "That's such bullshit. Cousins? Like you even know me." She reached
down and rubbed herself, her cunt- lips lewdly parting, moist. Neat. My cousin
is going through a fuckin breakdown in front of me. Terrific. I saw her finger
disappear inside her slit and she moaned. She looked up and smiled at my
watching. "Don't you want to stick it in here?" she groaned, shoving another
finger inside. "You want a baby? I'll give you a baby. That's all I'm good
for, anyway," she groaned. I could hear her fingers slurping in and out of her
slit. My mind was screaming get the fuck out of there. Go. Leave. NOW! She
would win. It would be a crass rationalization, unjustified and unwar- ranted,
but she would win. I would prove to her that I was a pathetic twit and that
Sarah was looking for a real man, like her Bob. "Come on," she taunted. "Get
that pencil dick out or can't you get hard anymore from all the ball-busting
your bitch gives you?" She was geting into it. I felt myself hardening. No.
Get the fuck out of here, my mind tried, one last time. I could smell hernow,
see her juices drooling on feverish fingers. Good God. I was erect. And here's
the problem. An erection takes on a mind of its own. And that direction is not
multi-dimensional or layered. It has a single, unforgiving purpose. I pulled
down my shorts and underwear. I could hear my heart pounding in my head and
felt myself falling onto her. She felt it too and opened her eyes. Surprised,
finally, horrified, she tried to push me off, but I pinned her arms back.
"Don't," she whispered, terrified. "I was only teasing." My cock wasn't, and I
felt it snake its way between her thighs. She tried to close herslf to me, but
I forced her legs open with my own and pushed forward. Her sopping fingers
were still in her slit. She tried to cover herself. I tried to pull her hand
out. She wouldn't relent as my cock-head pushed harshly against her wet
fingers. "Get your fingers, out of the way," I hissed. She shook her head.
"Your cunt is mine," I told her and pushed myself in. She screamed, her
fingers still in her, and I quickly covered her mouth. Fuck her fingers, fuck
her cunt, my cock told me and I shoved in, heard her muffled yell, felt her
fingers scraping my top-side and delicious, wet tightness underneath. I held
myself tightly against her and looked down at her teary eyes, and whispered,
"I'm going to take my hand off." She nodded and took in a huge breath of air
as soon as my hand was off. "Take your hand out," I continued. She nodded,
again, and I felt her fingers pulling out, scraping against me. I felt her
cunt quickly adjust itself and wrap it's hot moist membrain around my
throbbing cock. "Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked, slowly pulling out. She
shook her head, turning away. "You sure?" I asked, slowly pushing in all the
way. "Please don't," she whispered. Almost like a robot I quickly pulled out
of her and stood grabbing for my clothes, my cock upturned towards the
ceiling. Real good. You raped your cousin. Five more seconds and you would've
spewed it all in her. Terrific. Two headed kids. I laughed to myself, putting
my underwear and shorts on. That's what probably happened in Arkansas. Lots of
in-breeding. This was probably a daily occurrence in the old-country. I put my
shirt on. Becky and I were simply engaging in the little dance our great-
grandmother and her brother, but our great-grandfather, had done eighty or so
years ago. "It's my fault," I heard her say as I was about to step out of the
room. I turned back and saw she was getting dressed too. I walked out closing
the door behind me.
* The party wound down early, almost everyone leaving before eleven, about the
time that normal parties just started out East. Bob was more or less passed
out and Becky asked whether I would help get him to bed. We closed the door to
his snoring and smiled at each other. I reached down and took her head. We
hadn't been alone since the disaster in the guest-bedroom. I wanted to make
sure she was okay. "Pretty crazy today," she grinned. I nodded. She was about
to say something, but stopped herself. "What?" I smiled. "You don't have a
pencil dick," she giggled. I rolled my eyes and started walking away, softly
laughing to myself. Yeah. You worry yourself to death and she's got your dick
on her mind. At worst, it was a sign this would pass. "Ahh," I heard her call
out and I turned around. I waited. "Why didn't you, you know. . . . I mean,
you know, why didn't you finish?" "Are you serious?" She nodded. I shook my
head. She was really quite beautiful. Nothing at all like professional Sarah.
Insane, I'd had my dick in her. Jesus. Fuckin' cousin. "What are you
thinking?" she smiled. "How sorry I am." She shook her head. "You promise me
you won't feel bad. Nothing happened. Really. Nobody got hurt." I nodded.
That's right. Nobody got hurt. "Good night," I smiled. "Good night."
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