AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks for all your patience. I finished the last series quickly and I know some were disappointed with the ending. I've got a better story arc for this one I hope. I am still a bit of a novice, so thanks for the encouragement. It's encouraging to hear from all of you and I was a bit surprised at peoples feelings regarding certain characters. In this one, I left out a name. He can be...you.
The year was 1991. That's when it all started. My cousin, Norah had just graduated from grad school and my wife and I were helping her get settled. My yellow Dodge Dakota was piled high with Norah's things. The three of us were crammed side by side in the small cab of my truck with Norah in the center.
We drove from her school-owned apartment to a storage facility where she kept some other possessions. I remember jokingly asking her why she didn't have some strong, able boyfriend who could do this either with us or for us.
"Nope, you're it," was her answer and I let my mind take hold of that thought for the remainder of the day.
When Norah and I were younger, we were quite close in age. About four years depending on whoever had a birthday. My sister Ruth was two years between us and the three of us were quite close. At family functions, the three of us would often get lost in our own conversations and ignore everyone else. Sometimes the rest of our relatives would accuse us of being an "exclusive club."
Outside family functions the three of us hung out regularly as well. I had other friends and dated regularly but I was most comfortable with Ruth and Norah. They provided an easy level of flirting and camaraderie and on more than one occasion other guys would ask me how I was so lucky to have not one but two gorgeous ladies at my side.
Make no doubt about it. The girls in their prime were gorgeous and still are. They were both athletes. Ruth was a gymnast, Norah a skater. Their natural love of good food and vigorous exercise kept them voluptuous and well-toned. Neither of them dated very much and both Norah and Ruth seemed to prefer the comfort of our trio than the hassle of dating.
Now, well into our thirties, I still don't know much about either my sister or cousin's dating. And I am now married. I didn't really intend for the whole marriage thing, but Mary became pregnant and was insisting on it. It's worked out okay so far. But it's a marriage based in mutual necessity - and I love being a dad to my beautiful daughter.
Although the girls were quite accepting of Mary and made every effort to include her and me together, she always ended up feeling like - as she called it - a fourth wheel.
With me being married and Norah investing a lot more time in her school, it freed up Ruth to start dating. She took up with a photographer and moved to Arizona. We all had less and less time to be the three amigos we once were. Eventually I stopped seeing quite as much of my cousin and sister. But when occasions arose where the three of us could reunite, we took advantage of them.
So, back to moving. Norah was going to be living in the same city as Mary and me. Mary was always a bit stand-offish with Norah and preferred not to hang around too much with her. Although she valiantly agreed to help with the move, it seemed like it was more because she was jealous of the time Norah and I would be spending together. Any good feelings I had about her wanting to help were offset by her impatient attitude and the feeling that Mary owned me and needed to chaperone my time with Norah.
Not sexually, mind you. Norah is a stunning beauty. Jet black hair, perfect c-cup breasts and strong athletic thighs make her a real head turner. Not to mention her carefree gregarious nature. No, I've never been sexually attracted to my cousin. I mean as a teenager, I might have "cranked out a couple batches of baby-batter" with her as the object of my lust. Perhaps after we were all swimming and I was looking at how she looked like she poured herself into her bikini, but that's as far as that went. Saying I had a thing for her would be saying I was into my sister, who was equally attractive. Just nothing I ever considered.
However, with her between me and Mary in the cab of my truck, my forearm would brush the top of her smooth tan thigh as I shifted. Norah's a natural flirt and I guess this made Mary even more put off than she would have ordinarily been. She barely spoke to me the rest of the evening although she did try and be friendly to Norah. Instinct of the woman, I guess.
We busied ourselves with the tasks of moving and eventually got everything loaded and to Norah's door. We drove from UNH to Norah's apartment in Dover on Silver Street. I backed the truck in and we emptied things out.
The combined effort of moving and being out ot the truck cab seemed to dissipate any tension that Mary was spewing out. Perhaps she knew she was that closer to getting home. At any rate, she was less of a bitch and by five o'clock we had brought the last box in from the truck.
The three of us sat down on the porch landing and cracked open a well deserved beer. Mary and my cousin and me raised our bottles into the air and the three of us clinked them together, "To your new place!" said Mary.
"Yeah! It's great that you guys live so close. I'd be glad to help out with baby-sitting any time you need it," she said.
"Oh that's right!" Mary quipped, "Instant baby-sitter! The one we've got now isn't all that great."
Mary and I had a two year-old girl, Katrina who was currently being watched by one of the neighborhood kids. She was okay sometimes, but we definitely didn't feel like we could have her watching our daughter for more than a few hours.
We sat on the porch finishing our beers as the sun went down, when Mary looked at her watch.
"Hey it's nearly five. I'd better get back to our child and let the sitter go," she said.
"Hey, I was thinking. Why don't I help Norah finish up here and I'll stay on the couch and you can pick me up on your way to dropping Katrina off at day-care," I suggested.
"Oh yeah," she said, "I forgot I'm the only one with a car right now. Hey since neither of you have a phone, I'll call in a pizza and have it delivered. You guys should be plenty hungry by then. Cheese okay?"
"Sounds great, hon," I answered.
Norah did not have her own car and Mary and I were sharing the truck while her sedan was being repaired. I did not have to work in the morning and Mary only had to get to her part-time job at the craft store after dropping Katrina off.
It all seemed to be a fine idea.I kissed Mary good-bye while Norah and I began the daunting task of moving the boxes around and unpacking the ones already moved to specific rooms.
The apartment was rather small. It consisted of a downstairs with a small kitchenette and living area. The upstairs had two small bedrooms, one could hold her double bed - the other would serve as a sort of walk-in closet. There weren't too many options as to where things could go. The biggest problem with getting things set up was going to be getting out of each other's way.
I stayed in the kitchenette, putting things away. I looked in the fridge to see if needed to be cleaned. Much to my surprise, the only thing in the otherwise clean refrigerator was a bottle of wine, the remainder of the beer, and a seven-inch-long dildo. My eyes did a double-take and I grabbed it and figured it get a rise out of Norah with it.
She was in the living room facing away from me. I said, "Do you mind telling me what's up with the giant doid in the fridge?"
"Oh! Don't move that. That's Fred. I need him for a sex-education lecture tomorrow. I know if I put him in the fridge I wont forget him when I put cream in my coffee."
"What kind of cream are you using?" I said waving the rubber phallus in her direction, "And who names a dildo anyway?"
"I didn't name him. It was my mother's. She used the same one for her classes when she used to teach health. That Fred has quite a history, I tell you," she said.
"Like you mean 'history' with you?" I asked.
"You mean like has he been inside me? Ewww. He's gigantic!" she laughed.
"Well he wouldn't necessarily need to have been in your cootch. He could have taken a trip in your mouth!" I teased and poked her with the large rubber dong.
"Don't be gross. Besides, he tastes funny!"
"So you have done some extra-curricular activities with old Fred here. I should have guessed it. You and Ruth were probably practicing giving blow-jobs on him after Thanksgiving dinner!" I taunted.
