In life there are the things that we do naturally and then there are the things that we are just expected to know not to do. Like for instance, we blink, yawn, eat, sleep, and breathe naturally on our own. No one has ever told you to do these things when you need to; you do them on your own.
Now technically no one tells us to procreate on our own. We are just expected to know how to do that on our own. Animals aren't taught, and we as humans aren't "taught" by mom and dad how to do it either... We might get the old "birds and the bees" conversation from good ole mom and dad, but with the exception of my next point;
we aren't taught how to have sex
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The catch to that whole situation is the unsaid! NO ONE tells us that we aren't supposed to fall in love with or have sex with certain people. You're just supposed to know. We have this tool in our pants or that moist hot box that does what it does when our brains process what they see as attraction, but we're just supposed to know not to touch certain people. ...Well I didn't do as such when I railed my fantasy fourteen ways from Sunday one particular rainy afternoon.
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I have always had eyes for my cousin Angela. I don't know about you but it is hard to keep my heart, and pants, in check when I get aroused every time I see this girl. She is so stupid gorgeous and she is dumb to the fact and it is actually a shame.
Angie grew up in a very strict home of a military man and woman, who happened to be my Uncle Nathan and my Aunt Patricia. She had one sibling, Lucas who was ten years older than her, so in all actuality it was almost like she was an only child after the age of eight when Luke left the house at eighteen to follow in the footsteps of Uncle Nate and become a Naval officer.
She was beautiful as I mentioned. Long naturally curly light brown hair as she was a product of an interracial marriage, she stood five feet, eight inches, and had a very athletic frame as she ran cross country. Muscular legs that could snap a tree trunk if need be, a tight firm bum, and a flat washboard stomach. Tiny snake bite breasts lined her chest and the part of Angela that always made me week in the knees was very rare to the African race. It wasn't her beautiful caramel colored skin that absolutely drove me wild, although it was much prettier than my dark chocolate complexion, but it was her eyes.
Angie and Lucas both came out with a rare condition that made their eyes hazelnut colored. The rest of my family and ninety five percent of black people come out with brown eyes. But there are that five percent that come out with bright brown eyes, and I have even seen a few with green eyes. The genes of the parent with the more dominate traits over power the gene of the lesser. And this was the case in Ang and Luke's situation. So much so, that Uncle Nate was about to get a divorce from Aunt Patty until the doctor confirmed that the DNA matched himself and his wife that made up his son. And it wasn't such a surprise when Angela Alexis was born the same way accidently ten years later.
But what made Angie unbearably attractive to me was the fact that she as I mentioned earlier, didn't know it. She never dated in high school because everyone thought she was a prude. She had but one boyfriend and from what everyone said, he wasn't lucky enough to get stink finger let alone have sex with her. She had a date to her Junior and Senior Proms, and every major dance, but none of them turned up lucky number sevens either.
Even the few girlfriends that she had were wondering if she was gay, or was just remaining celibate until marriage or if the rumors were true and she was a prude. Some friends they were! But the whole thing was the fact thathe thoughtshe was too nerdy. She made the grade every time. High honors, and honors on every report card and not because mom and daddy threatened her! She was just naturally gifted. She could listen to something once and recall it to memory for a test a week later almost perfectly. And as you can imagine, all of the dummies and jocks in high school wanted to sit beside Angela the Smart Kid.
But along with Uncle Nate, Grandma Keller only had one other child and it was my dad, Lucas. (Why my uncle named my cousin after my dad is beyond me when my name isn't even close to that. My name is Gabriel, but that's not necessary information...) so in tradition, as Grandma Keller's mom and grandmother did, she cooked dinner every Saturday night for the family. And then her kids would take turns on Sundays as to who cooked for her and Grandpa Kelly. So I was used to seeing Angela and Lucas on a weekly basis and they were used to seeing me and my three siblings. Luke moved away for college and the navy, so because Angie was still around, her parents would still bring her to Saturday Supper.
Angie was two years younger than me, and was the same age as my sister Margaret. As a matter of fact they were only two weeks apart. I was the oldest with two twin sisters, Charleigh and Elizabeth, under Meg. They were turning eighteen the year I really started showing my feelings for Angie.
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One Saturday night, we were up Grandma's house and we were all sitting around the table playing cards waiting for the meal to get done. My mom and Aunt Patty were in the kitchen helping grandma finish cooking dinner. Meg and I were fiercely beating the twins at pinochle and Angie came in to the dining room to join us.
I found myself staring at her with her glasses perched at the tip of her nose and her oversized t-shirt that covered the pair of shorts that came to the top of her meaty thighs. She sat down opposite me to the left of Meg and leaned over her shoulder and pretended to be interested in what was in her hand.
"Gabe!" Charleigh called. It seemed to be my turn but I was fixated on how cute Angie's glasses were rested on her little button nose.
"Gabriel Michael" she called again.
"What Char?" I finally snapped as my trance was broken and I looked up at my baby sister.
"Go! It's your turn." Liz finished.
"My Bad, here," I said laying down my card.
"Pay attention. You always scream at us." Charleigh chided.
I didn't comment because I didn't want to start a mindless argument over a card game.
