Where to begin? I suppose with myself. At the time these events took place I was a 28 year old guy, divorced and living alone in a small house I had bought with my ex-wife. I got the house because she found out that if she took it she took the mortgage with it and God forbid the bitch would have to actually pay a bill herself.
I had dated a couple of women after my divorce but frankly, I was so embittered by the whole thing that the only thing I wanted from a woman was between her legs and then only when I could have it without all the "buy me", "buy me" and "what are you thinking" bullshit that went with dating. I would rather just jerk off than put up with the crap. That is unless I got lucky with some slut in a bar and could walk away the next morning. My family was worried about me, worried that I would never marry again and all that shit.
My story started one March evening when my mother called and told me that she noticed that I lived in a pigsty and I need someone to clean up after me. "So I took care of it for you. When you go to work on Saturday leave $20 and a spare key on the counter. Melissa will be over to clean for you. I'll meet her and let her in and she'll be gone before you get home. Then she'll be back every Saturday. All you have to do is leave the twenty on the counter. No arguments or I'll send your father over there and I'll come and clean." What else doses a son say to his mother but "Aw Mom!" and "Yes Mom".
Well I was not thrilled with the idea of having my little cousin rooting around thru my house while I was at work. But the place could use a cleaning and she would be gone before I got home. But the $20 could buy me a good bottle of Scotch. But what the hell, it was probably worth the $20 to keep Mom happy, off my back and out of my house, as she did not approve of my smoking, drinking and loose women. So I went with it and just kept my mouth shut.
Melissa was my cousin, my mother's sister's kid. I had not really seen her since I was about 20 and she, 10. So to me she was just this little kid who I barley remembered and who I was sure would report all the evidence of my sinful lifestyle to my Mother. I was not aware of what she had grown into. Other than my mothers occasional comments about how the poor kid had no life and worked hard, and unlike her older sister she had no dates and was not popular. So she was either a nerd or downright ugly. Well "not my problem"
The first Saturday came and I got home from work and the place was clean. I mean CLEAN. The mountain of dishes in the sink were gone, the trash was taken out, the month old sticky spilled beer on the floor was gone, the soap scum in the tub and sink were missing, my laundry done, folded and put away and clean sheets on the bed. I could even see the carpet in the living room and remembered that it was tan and not chocolate brown. I had to admit it was worth the $20. I then spied a note on the counter.
Bill
Thanks for the job, I really need the money. I hope I did Ok. I put your porno mags in the drawer in the living room and put the booze in the cabinet over the frig. Your ashtrays are washed and in the drawer. I put this stuff away so your Mom wouldn't see them when she came to pick me up and "inspect" and then bug you about it. After today I'll be taking the bus so she won't be dropping by anymore than normal. Thanks again
Melissa
Well the kid was not dumb at least, and maybe she wasn't going to be spying on me after all. This might work out not so bad.
Over the next several weeks I settled into a comfortable routine with the cleaning thing. I left for work on Saturday left the money on the counter and came home to a clean house. I didn't even have to be embarrassed if I brought a slut home to fuck. The only change I made was to double her pay. Mostly because I felt guilty about how hard the kid was working to clean up after me. Nearly three months went by and I never saw the kid. She arrived after I left and was gone when I got home. I did not even think about her much except to leave the cash out on Friday night. Little did I know that I would start thinking about her a lot and soon.
It happened near the end of June. Earlier that month my mother called to remind me that Melissa was graduating High School that week and it would be nice if I got her a card. Ok, I can take a hint. What she meant was buy her a present or put some extra cash in the card. That made me think about the Kid not being such a kid anymore and briefly I wondered how she had developed. Then I slapped myself and reminded myself that this was my cousin I was imagining naked.