Kissing Cousins

My father was in the second wave on Utah beach in 1944. He fought through Normandy, the Hurtgen forest, and the occupation of Germany. He was in the occupation forces for two years, before returning home to West Virginia as a Captain. He was a hard ass in every sense of the word. Basically, you didn't fuck with him.

My mother was 19 when she married him. She got married because her 14 year old sister was pregnant and in those situations the babies were cared for by an older sister or cousin. My mother wanted to make sure she got her sister's baby. My cousin was raised by my mother, but she knew from the time she was born who her mother was, that was never hidden from her. I was born six months after she was, we grew up together.

We were fifteen and my mother insisted that the TV be kept quiet, which meant that I watched TV after school on the floor, close enough to hear. My cousin helped my mother with the housework and that day she had to vacuum so she got me to get the old Kirby out of the basement for her. I went back to my spot and she vacuumed until she came to me. She stood over me, like getting me to move. I turned my head and looked right up her skirt, no panties, her totally exposed girl parts in complete view. It took her a minute to figure out what I was looking at, she hit my head and told me that a gentleman would divert his sight and not stare at her.

While she finished vacuuming she told me it was hot, and she need to air. And in case I didn't know, lots of girls went bare after school, to give air to their privates. I was on the couch by then, so that she could vacuum. She walked up to me and lifted her skirt up and stood showing me her naked girl parts. A foot from my eyes. She stood there for a long minute or two. When she lowered her skirt she told me that I had to show her my dick. I was stupefied and couldn't answer.

At dinner, I sat to the left of my father, my mother to his right, and my cousin next to my mother. My cousin brought in the food after we, the men, had taken our seats. When she reached over me with the mashed potatoes, she whispered in my ear 'I'm your wife now'.

That night, after everyone was tucked away in their beds, she walked into my room in her nightgown. She lifted her nightgown up to show me she was naked, and pushed me over to get in bed with me. She told me she wanted to be a momma, and grabbed my dick in my pajamas. It was maybe a minute before she was under me and I had my dick in her, she kept grabbing me around the neck telling me to make her a momma.

My mother had heard the commotion and walked in on us right after I had finished. We were still together, she had her arms around my neck holding me to her. The lights went on and my mother yelled 'what are you doing to your cousin?' Then my father showed up.

With her belly half full, meaning she was only six months pregnant, we stood before the Justice of the Peace and got married. My cousin was ecstatic, she so wanted to be a wife and mother. She pushed out her baby like it was nothing, she cleaned and cooked and with her 'kid on the tit' and was home schooled (in those days it was called correspondence). She loved being a wife from the get go, she loved being a mother. And unlike her mother she got to keep her baby. There was only a difference of a year between her and her mother when they had their first baby.

We're retired living in our retirement home close to our daughter and her kids. She's a doctor and a natural homemaker and mother. She loves taking care of her home and she had no problem pushing them kids out early, she had three before she turned thirty. Her husband's a high school teacher and coach, and he's waited on hand and foot by my daughter. There's a code among these women, starting with my mother. There's stuff for men to do, and stuff for women to do, and men stay out of the way of the women doing housework.