I Was A Child Bride, Really.

I am the youngest of four children. My older siblings were all in college or grad school, and I was still home. I was fourteen and my parents decided to separate. My mother went to stay with her family out in Oregon, and that left me on the East Coast for the summer. Who had the bright idea, no one wants to take credit for it. Why not have my older cousin, who had just been discharged from the Army, drive me to Oregon, pulling a U Haul with some of my mother's stuff. YEAH, a road trip.

He was hard up for sex, it was obvious even before we left. He held me and patted my bottom, pressing me hard against him. I had never been sex hugged before and I was more worried about him patting my bottom. But it was time to leave so I said goodbye and we agreed to call my father at every stop so he could sleep well knowing we were safe in a motel somewhere. He never thought about the fact that I would be safe, under him.

The first night we didn't even make it to McDonalds, he put me under him, pushing my top up over my tits and fucking me until he dropped. Once, twice, I don't know, but he kept fucking me. I don't have any idea must how much of his 'seed' he put in me. But it was a lot. We walked across the street to McDonalds and he ate two big hamburgers, to get his strength back for when we got back to the room. No one had told me that you can grab his dick and blow him to keep him out of you. He finally fell back exhausted and we slept until daylight, when we got back on the road again.

We stopped three nights before getting to my mother's. By then he had recovered from having been Army blue balled and he was happy with me. He told my mother that I was a 'good girl' and once I got older he was going to marry me. In some places cousins aren't supposed to marry, but where my parents came from, cousin or sister didn't matter so much, as long as the boy took care of her.

Although I was late that month, everything was normal and I escaped being knocked up by him on that trip. I lived out my teen years in Oregon and as soon as I graduated from high school he was there waiting to carry me off and marry me. The pictures tell it all. I was a skinny little thing, and he was a great big bear of a man. He and I share the same last name, so it was Jones and Jones getting married. Even in Oregon some people asked questions.

He lived and worked in California, so he put my things in the back of his 'truck', a beat up old Chevy, and we went to California. We didn't make it all the way that first night, he was ramped up for a night at some motel on the highway. In my mind's eye I was still fourteen, a wee little thing under him. He pumped away until there was nothing left to pump in me, and that was my honeymoon.

Being a good country girl I was pregnant in no time and he walked around like the big cock rooster. In spite of me being the pregnant one, he went on and on about how he had gotten me. We have a couple of old pictures of he and me on the that cross country, and of me and him the day we got married. We have some pictures of me with a basketball stomach, and him standing over me. Most everyone knows we are cousins, because that's not something that anyone thinks bad about. And everyone knows he drove me cross country when my parents separated. No one says anything or speculates if anything happened on that trip.