Lesbian Female / 36
Two Cousins You Say, Yes Two First Cousins, Sharing The Same Bed
It's not fair. How come she's beautiful and I'm not. How come she has a car and I don't. How come she gets to go to college at NYU and I don't. How come she's in Greece and I'm stuck here at home. It's not fair.
She, is my cousin, born the same year. My parents continued with the family tradition of staying in their place while her mother was a slut who married a rich guy. I had to spend time at her house growing up, she had a room of her own and her own bathroom. I shared the bathroom with three siblings, and my parents. And all four kids slept in the same room.
I wanted her to fail, to get what was coming to her. But she didn't fail, she made good grades and everyone loved her. Even me. She was my best friend and I spent the summers with her because she asked for me. We were little and slept in the same bed. We were teenagers and slept in the same bed. We were young adults and slept in the same bed. I know I loved her because we slept in the same bed. If we had been boy girl it would be i****t. But as it was, we were just showing each other our love and experimenting.
When she gets home from Greece I will be there to meet her at the airport and I have a dinner planned so she can tell us all about the islands and the Greek food in Greece. We will 'retire' to our room and she will tell me all about her trip while we catch up. I know she will be jet lagged so I am not planning anything until after she wakes up. I have a soft teddy to wear, and I will slip off her PJs in the morning after we wake up. Then we will make love. Then we will be best cousins, then we will practice some more what we have been practicing since we were little girls.
Luck has placed her in my care. Luck has made her mine, in the old school sense of one owning the other. Luck has put me in the role of wearing the pants. Luck has this beautiful woman for me to love, and for her to love me. Sure I'm jealous. My father was a drunk, worked as a mechanic when he was sober, my mother carried the load. Her father is one of those with the Midas touch. Her mother stayed at home. Two sisters from a working class home, one married well, the other did not. But all is evened out now, what we have, we have together. And we have always been in love.
She, is my cousin, born the same year. My parents continued with the family tradition of staying in their place while her mother was a slut who married a rich guy. I had to spend time at her house growing up, she had a room of her own and her own bathroom. I shared the bathroom with three siblings, and my parents. And all four kids slept in the same room.
I wanted her to fail, to get what was coming to her. But she didn't fail, she made good grades and everyone loved her. Even me. She was my best friend and I spent the summers with her because she asked for me. We were little and slept in the same bed. We were teenagers and slept in the same bed. We were young adults and slept in the same bed. I know I loved her because we slept in the same bed. If we had been boy girl it would be i****t. But as it was, we were just showing each other our love and experimenting.
When she gets home from Greece I will be there to meet her at the airport and I have a dinner planned so she can tell us all about the islands and the Greek food in Greece. We will 'retire' to our room and she will tell me all about her trip while we catch up. I know she will be jet lagged so I am not planning anything until after she wakes up. I have a soft teddy to wear, and I will slip off her PJs in the morning after we wake up. Then we will make love. Then we will be best cousins, then we will practice some more what we have been practicing since we were little girls.
Luck has placed her in my care. Luck has made her mine, in the old school sense of one owning the other. Luck has put me in the role of wearing the pants. Luck has this beautiful woman for me to love, and for her to love me. Sure I'm jealous. My father was a drunk, worked as a mechanic when he was sober, my mother carried the load. Her father is one of those with the Midas touch. Her mother stayed at home. Two sisters from a working class home, one married well, the other did not. But all is evened out now, what we have, we have together. And we have always been in love.
