This FICTIONAL story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended. Stop reading!
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Growing up with a famous celebrity in the family can sometimes be rough, especially when it's someone as beautiful as 26-year-old television personality, Tania Zaetta. For months on end, as her show climbed in popularity, I was hounded by friends who would constantly ask me for her autograph, and say; "I'll give you 50 bucks if you..." It was the same unfortunate catch phrase Tania and Mike Whitney would say when approaching their potential victims.
Although we were cousins, our families lived apart, interstate. While we lived in Sydney, Tania and her family lived down in Melbourne, and coming from a large Italian/Australian family, I hardly ever saw her except for the impromptu wedding now and then. Luckily for me, our mothers were very close and constantly spoke and stayed in contact.
It was while Tania was filming for her popular show that she relocated up to Sydney for a few months; moving in with her then current boyfriend, Brad. As expected, I despised the son of a bitch, secretly jealous that he got to sleep with and have the girl of my dreams. Incidentally, I wasn't the only one in the family who felt that way; we all thought she was way too good for him. Now residing only a few suburbs away, I was more than a little delighted to see her pop in at least once or twice a week, briefly paying us a friendly visit.
Then, as luck would have it, only a few short weeks later, her relationship fell apart, and at the very last moment our families convinced her to stay in Sydney and move in to board with us for a while; just until she wrapped things up and was finished with the show. With my sister away on holidays with dad, the house was left to just me and mum, and Tania happily agreed to move into the spare room next to mine; in no time, making herself at home.
Bumping into her at various functions over the years; like most other men, I had often harbored some "unhealthy" thoughts towards her. But with her now sleeping only a few meters away and on the other side of the bedroom wall, ignited my fantasies even further. Then, with my mother working nights, I found myself the luckiest man alive, spending time alone with Tania every night. Although we usually hung out and talked, most nights she'd just stay up in her room, on the phone or the internet.
Though she was always friendly towards me, at just 19, I think she really just considered me a nuisance. Especially as I then began to "accidentally" walk in on her while she was in the bathroom preparing to take a bath or shower. It was actually quite funny the first few times, but after a while she really started to get a little perturbed as I began to actually see some skin. At one point, I even walked in on her just as she was stepping out of the shower. Opening the door quickly, I stepped inside and saw everything!
Reaching for the towels, she yelled, "Josh get out, I'm in here!"
From then on in I could tell Tania was still feeling embarrassed about it and stopped spending so much time alone with me. Strangely, she never told on me, making me think a part of her loved the attention I was giving her. Anyhow, over the next months I was getting weary of constantly spying on her. I now began to frequently have thoughts of ways to progress a seduction with her, but cowardice and in-opportunity had played a major part on it remaining a dream.
At 26, Tania was very 'gadget savvy' her mobile phone was never away from her side. She had it with her like most women carry a purse, and could quickly and fluently use all the functions on her expensive phone, as well as being fairly computer literate. I imagined that if I was going to get to her, it would have to be through those means.
Then, opportunity presented itself again when about a month and a half into her stay, Tania decided to sell her car. It was a fairly old BMW; a bright red 88 model 320i convertible. The car was fine, but she just wanted a change - a friend of hers had recently leased a brand new Mercedes S class, which had built in DVD/MP3 and GPS navigation, and she instantly feel in love; wanting one immediately. Being the spoilt, pretentious bitch we all knew and loved, Tania placed an ad on her car in a local paper the very next day, along with her mobile number.
Of course, no one knew the car and phone number belong to Tania Zaetta, but this gave me an idea. Yes, I know it was crazy, but at worst it would only cost me around $50, at best. I headed out to the nearest electronics store and bought one of those cheap 'pay as you go' mobile phones. My plan was to anonymously text her, break the ice, and then hopefully start to speak and get to know her a bit better. Who knows, maybe I'd even get to have a little fun with her.
I know it was exactly the best of plans, but it was only one I came up with. I sat down with my new phone just fresh out of the wrapper; inserted the new SIM card, and placed it on the charger. As I waited, I contemplated what would be my very first text to her. It took all morning but I finally I decided on a strategy; to just be straight forward and straight to the point.
My very first text message to her was:
: HELLO, HOW ARE YOU DOING?
I know it wasn't exactly the most intriguing or poetic line she'd ever heard, but hey, I was nervous and in the end just decided to get the ball rolling. I waited for a reply, and waited awhile. Not getting back to me, I considered she probably didn't recognized my number and simply thought me to be some jerk that had come across with her mobile number, (which had happened before) and was now harassing her. Waiting impatiently, an hour later I messaged her again:
: CAN YOU GET BACK TO ME ON THIS NUMBER ASAP
It took all of that afternoon but finally she got back to me.
BEEP
I heard my cheap cell phone buzz and I jumped in excitement. The funny thing was, as soon as I heard it beep, I only then began to ponder; what have I done? Texting my own cousin in this way was crazy, if she ever found out who and what I was doing, I would have been in real trouble. Nervously, I picked up the phone and just as I had predicted, the message read:
: WHO IS THIS?
She answered, not exactly an insightful response, but on further consideration of the original question, I couldn't really expect anything else. I thought carefully to my reply - I needed to prize out more than a one word answer. As I fumbled with the buttons, she already asked me another question. I knew from now on I had to be a lot quicker.
: HOW DID U GET THIS NUMBER?
I ignored her question with one of my own.
: IS IT STILL 4 SALE?
She didn't reply, so I continued:
: BECAUSE IM AN ADMIRER OF BOTH YOU AND YOUR CAR. I APPRECIATE RARE STOCK : )
Right, this was it; I'd either totally offended her into ignoring me, or had broken the ice intriguing her. I waited 5 minutes - nothing. I'd blown it.
I contemplated my next move, if any, then:
BEEP
: WOW, NOW THAT WAS VERY CHEEKY!
Sensing she was in a good mood, I excitedly replied.
: CAN U GIVE ME ANY DETAILS?
: WELL THE CARS BEEN AROUND THE BLOCK AFEW TIMES, BUT IS STILL IN EXCELLENT CONDITION - JUST LIKE HER OWNER! HEHEHE
I playfully typed.
: WOW. WELL DO U KNOW IF SHE'LL KEEP HER VALUE? : )
: DEFINETLY :P WHATS YOUR NAME?
Shit, I really hadn't thought this through. I had no idea of what name to use. In a panic, I was just going to use mine, but at the last moment changed it from Josh to John. I sent:
: JOHN, AND WHATS YOURS?
Again, I waited - this had already lasted longer than I had any right to imagine.
: WELL SOME ADMIRER YOU ARE, YOU DONT EVEN KNOW MY NAME?
I quickly answered:
: WELL IVE SEEN YOU AROUND – I THINK YOUR A BABE BUT I DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME?
My pulse was racing; I had just told my cousin I found her sexy. God, if she ever found out it was me, she'd tear me a new one. I wondered what was going through her mind. I imagined her sitting in some television recording studio, editing her program while she played with her phone – nonchalantly punching in her messages.
: WELL ARE YOU INTERESTED IN BUYING THE CAR OR JUST CHATTING ME UP?
Damn, this was going okay until she asked that. My next answer could potentially end our seduction.
: HOW WOULD U FEEL IF I TOLD U BOTH?
An open question, designed to leave it difficult for just a yes or no answer. As I sat at my PC in my room, I have to admit I was getting very excited by the whole situation. Her responses showed her to be a major flirt, something I had heard and hoped about, and only really witnessed in small doses.
BEEP
: SORRY JOHN BUT MUST GO - REALLY BUSY AT THE MOMENT AND HAVE TO MEET A DEADLINE. TAKE CARE : )
Well, that was it, I'd blown it. The opportunity just slipped through my fingers and seducing my sexy cousin just wasn't in the cards; remaining a childish fantasy. Depressed, I jumped on the Xbox for a few hours, annoyed with myself for fucking it all up. Later that night, right on cue, she arrived home. She was wearing her famous "Who Dares Wins" shirt, jacket and jeans. When she took of the jacket, her firm pert breasts were well detailed.
I use to dream about her as a teenager; those long toned legs, small firm breast and tight round ass. Her brown chestnut colored hair fell just past her shoulders and her make up was subtle, but perfectly applied; light red glossy lipstick. Disappearing into her room for a few minutes, she changed into something more comfortable; track pants and a tight top, before coming down stairs to the kitchen. Twice a week mum did the graveyard shift which caused her to start at 9pm, as apposed to her usual 6pm; so we sat around the table and had dinner.
We ate and talked, chatting about each others day, the TV gently murmuring in the background.
My mum asked her, "So anyone interest in the car yet?"
"No not yet. Though, I may have to drop the price a little if I don't get rid of it in the next few weeks."
"Well it's only been a few days. Give it time" Mum told her.
I sat there thinking, 'So no mention of "JOHN" yet.'
Going off to my room, Tania helped with the dishes while I wondered if she had even remembered our earlier text conversation. Later that night, as mum left for work she dropped Tania off at the local gym. I lay in bed depressed thinking about the missed opportunity when I then jumped up, hearing her come home. Listening to her move around the house, she knew I was in my room and announced she had come home.
