Straight Female / 22
My Feelings For My Cousin Still Fill My Dreams
I grew up in rural Oregon, my parents were Later Day Hippies, er Saints. There weren't many Mormons around, and the few up and down the road had wives, helper wives, sister wives, baby wives, no one had one wife and none of the kids had one mother. When my day came to go see the GREAT BIG TEMPLE my mother and Mama Grace set out across the mountains to Salt Lake. Every young woman about to be married had to make the pilgrimage instead of going to college. Soon I would be the new baby wife to Mama Grace's husband.
The Big City. We stayed with one of my mother's cousins, and her extended family. First time I was around strangers, family like strangers. One of the girl 'cousins', the one I slept with was a senior in high school and she was going to BYU, not getting married. She claimed but I did not believe her that she had told her father she was going to college, and she didn't want to marry Jason, the boy she was being paired up with. In a deep whisper she told me she had feelings for another girl. You have to understand that is not a secret you can keep to yourself. So she got her hand in my crotch, kissed me on the mouth with her mouth and tongue and slid down over my belly and latched on to me down there. Now I couldn't say anything without getting in trouble myself.
From that night on I thought of her every day, I threw a tantrum and my father agreed that I could wait a year, go to a junior college campus close to our home and put my tantrum away. I spent a week during the end of year break with my 'cousin's' family, and slept with my cousin and she agreed she now had feelings for me, and she showed me. I went home convinced that getting married was not what I wanted to do. But life is unfair and at nineteen I married Mama Grace's husband and I was the new baby wife.
I still think of my cousin, she left her family and moved to Seattle where she lives with a 'friend' she met at a lesbian rally at the University of Washington. We stay in touch, one day she wants to meet my babies but she isn't welcome in my husband's home. I still have feelings for her, our secret has to stay a secret.
The Big City. We stayed with one of my mother's cousins, and her extended family. First time I was around strangers, family like strangers. One of the girl 'cousins', the one I slept with was a senior in high school and she was going to BYU, not getting married. She claimed but I did not believe her that she had told her father she was going to college, and she didn't want to marry Jason, the boy she was being paired up with. In a deep whisper she told me she had feelings for another girl. You have to understand that is not a secret you can keep to yourself. So she got her hand in my crotch, kissed me on the mouth with her mouth and tongue and slid down over my belly and latched on to me down there. Now I couldn't say anything without getting in trouble myself.
From that night on I thought of her every day, I threw a tantrum and my father agreed that I could wait a year, go to a junior college campus close to our home and put my tantrum away. I spent a week during the end of year break with my 'cousin's' family, and slept with my cousin and she agreed she now had feelings for me, and she showed me. I went home convinced that getting married was not what I wanted to do. But life is unfair and at nineteen I married Mama Grace's husband and I was the new baby wife.
I still think of my cousin, she left her family and moved to Seattle where she lives with a 'friend' she met at a lesbian rally at the University of Washington. We stay in touch, one day she wants to meet my babies but she isn't welcome in my husband's home. I still have feelings for her, our secret has to stay a secret.
