I'd like to thank kenjisato, again, for great editing. If you find any mistakes, it's probably something I did after editing.
Active sexual activity only involves characters over the age of eighteen. Any similarities to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Names have been changed to protect the innocent and my bank account.
This is not an incest story, it is a story of relatives falling in love, kissing cousins.
Tragedy, Betrayal, Unexpected Love.
This is my story. I am Thomas "Pottsy" Potter, Tom. I am a half-an-inch short of six-foot, sandy-blond hair; I had played sports in high school, was and considered a jock there, but at State college, I saw my limitations and turned to my studies.
I was told by a couple girls that I had 'it,' what 'it' was; I really did not know. I had a couple of high-school romances, and two, my freshman year. Otherwise, I had been dating airheads and THAT got tiring fast. Boobs do not mean brains, and as for sex, boobs are great, but boobs don't say much after the heavy breathing is over, and you realize you are lying next to nothing but a cum collector.
Celeste
Celeste and I had met during my sophomore year of college. I was an orientation leader for the incoming freshman, and I was also a Resident Assistant, RA. I had a group of two girls and three guys under my care, six was the average size of the groups. Celeste had arrived late and was literally the last person to be assigned to any group, almost all groups had left the student union to start the campus walking tour.
My group was about to leave for our first tour of campus, and I saw Celeste from the back, and I could tell she was crying. I told the orientation coordinator, "I have room for one more."
Celeste turned to look at me. Her eyes were misted over, but quickly turned to deep, sparkling blue pools that I wanted to just swim in. It was love at first sight.
The start of something good.
It took the orientation coordinator about ten minutes to finish signing in Celeste.
By the end of the day, all my group was tired. We had "walked all over campus, to Timbuktu and back," as a couple of my out-of-shape charges put it. We broke for the day and headed for the dining hall. I sat down by myself, so I could do the fucking bullshit report that was required. I understood it was a necessary evil, but the 'valley-girl' orientation-team leaders wanted a Barbie-and-Ken-type of report. When talking about it, they punctuated it with the words:
Like, Whatever, Totally, As if, Oh my God,
and the always annoying
Fer shur.
I think they were the ones who would probably oversee our class reunions in the future. I hoped that I'd be busy.
"May I sit with you?" It was Celeste.
I almost couldn't get the word, "YES!" out fast enough.
Celeste said she felt alone because of coming so late. She said she hadn't even unpacked yet, as most of the freshmen had arrived the day before. As she talked, I had started to think of names for our future children...
Celeste was blonde, petite, did I mention her sparkling eyes. She stood about five-foot-four-inches tall and had a supermodel's figure, if models were shorter. After eating our salads, she opened up about her life. Her parents were killed when an armed robber, being chased by the police, hit their car. Celeste was visiting her grandma at the time, so was not with her parents. Her grandmother died just a couple of years later.
She had just aged out of foster care having turned eighteen in August. She'd been in a string of foster homes; her first foster parents had unexpectedly gotten pregnant and wanted to concentrate on their new baby. With the second foster family, her foster father visited her one night and molested her; his wife divorced him, and he was in jail and had been 'molested' a few times a year by Bubba. She was with her third foster family the longest, where it was like a real family, well almost; her foster mom had been in the fashion industry and had kept Celeste looking gorgeous. Her foster father was an executive, and he had had an affair with his gold-digging secretary; her foster parents had divorced just before she left for college.
"WOW! That, besides the dinner was a lot to digest!"
We talked 'til the clean-up crew threw us out, so we walked back to our dorms. I should say that we lived in the same dorm; myself with all the men on the first floor, and Celeste on the women's floor, the second floor. Because of her late arrival, she did not have a roommate. I did not have a roommate because I was a RA.
I walked her to her room. When she opened her door, I saw all the unpacking she still needed to do. I said, "You want any help?"
Just then, her RA, Sue, popped out of the RA's room.
"Hey, Tom, so you decided to visit the penthouse? Oh, so you are Celeste. I am Sue, your RA; come to me anytime. Well, only when I am not sleeping. Okay, Tom, why are you here?"
"I am Celeste's orientation leader; she is one of my 'pride'."
"Yeah, sure, lion boy, haha."
We entered her room. She had a bunch of stuff on her bed.
I decided to take a leap and I told her, "It is getting late, you need to go to bed, so let's clear your bed and put away the stuff you have on your bed and make a path."
It took almost two hours to clear her bed AND put her stuff and clothes away correctly. When we finished, Celeste sat on her bed and then fell back with her arm over her eyes. I noticed she had started to cry.
She said, "This reminds me of when I was first in the system when my grandmother died." She then asked me to hold her.
I lay down next to her and took her in my arms. She basically melted into me and cried her eyes out. We fell asleep.
