The past week was pure Hell. The Priest at our church had defined Hell in one of his sermons as the place where you were as far away as possible from God as you could possibly be. I was inclined to agree.
Last week, my wife Mary left me and took our daughter to go live with her mother in Arkansas. I'm not sure I blame her. If I had to see what she saw, I'm not sure that leaving was all I would have done.
My wife, Mary - thinking she was picking me up after helping my cousin move - walked up the stairs of my cousin Norah's apartment to find the two of us naked and entwined. She left without so much as an argument. But what was there really to say? She walked in and if I remember correctly, Norah was wiping my cum off her face.
What can I say? It must have been horrible to see. I probably would have done the same thing - moved away.
Mary had taken Katrina, our daughter with her to Arkansas to stay with her mum. I had the condo, but we also rented that from her mother. Just yesterday, I was served not only divorce papers from Mary, but also a notice from Mary's mother that she had sold the condo and that I had to vacate the premises by the end of the month. That gave me exactly eleven days to get out and I had nowhere to go.
I had asked Norah, my cousin, about staying with her. She had just started a new job as a guidance counselor at the middle school. She wasn't crazy about the idea as she was new in town and didn't want a lot of talk to be starting about her. Also, as passionate as she was the night we made love, she distanced herself a bit from me. We had only had sex once more time since that night and she seemed distant and preoccupied.
Perhaps she felt guilty or uncomfortable about the scene with Mary in the bedroom. Maybe she felt responsible in some small way for the destruction of a family. Who knows? A bunch of stuff happened that week both good and bad and to tell you the truth, I don't regret any of it.
Mary and I? Our marriage was the product of our child. I love our daughter and hell, I love Mary. But to tell the truth, after making love with Norah, it felt like the natural conclusion of where we should be in our relationship. Although it's not legal in New Hampshire, we could just move south to Massachusetts if we wanted to marry. But that seems like very premature thinking.
I mentioned before how me and Norah and my sister Ruth had been like best friends all our lives. I said also that I never really thought about Norah in a sexual way. I say now - I was wrong. After being with Norah so intimately and fully, she's all I can think about. I'm totally consumed with the thought of making love with her.
Aside from her stunning beauty, her personality is electric, dynamic and spontaneous. I wish when we were younger, I had enough courage to recognize that it was she who I wanted to be with. I also wish that society didn't have so much stigmatization about love between first cousins.
Ah, but there is that stigma...
I was busy packing what was left of my belongings, getting ready to live in my car when my sister returned one of my numerous calls. Apparently she had been overseas for work and never had an opportunity to call me back.
"I'm so sorry. I was in Cambodia for work. What's up?" she asked. She worked as a marketing agent for a solar panel company and was always jetting around the globe trying to get green energy into untapped markets.
I told her that Mary left and that I was looking for a place to stay.
"Didn't Norah just move to Dover? I'm sure she could put you up for a while." she said.
I didn't give her any details about what went on between us but indicated that Norah didn't want an older male cousin cramping her social life. Ruth was a bit smarter than that.
"Really? I would have thought she'd jump at the chance to have you stay with her."
"Well, it's a small place and she's got a lot going on with her new job," I offered.
"In any case, bro, I've got some time I have to take off from work. Why don't I come and help you find a place. The three of us can hang out if she gets the time," she said, her voice sounding more excited.
"If you can swing it, that would be great! I'm not sure how much time Norah's going to have to spend with us but I'd love to see you. It feels like a particularly low point right now."
"I should be there in a few days," she chimed, "Well, I've got to book a flight. Love you."
"Love you too," I said and put the receiver back in the cradle.
I was about to go to bed early - it was around eight-thirty - when the phone rang. I went to answer it. It was one of the people I had called about an apartment this week. She apparently didn't have the one I had called about but another one her properties was going to be opening up. She asked if I could meet her at her rental office on Tuesday and we'd drive down together. I agreed. Today was Sunday.
The day felt suddenly more productive. I went upstairs to bed passing a photo of Norah and Ruth on the wall. It was taken at the beach and they were both wearing two-piece swimsuits. I grabbed it and was going to throw it in a box upstairs. I ended up just staring at it, though. I caught myself looking at Norah and fantasizing about touching her curves.
To see Norah and Ruth together, you'd think they were sisters. Both our mothers looked very similar so I guess it's natural to have a strong family resemblance. It's not only their facial features that are similar. They both have big boobs. Norah's are about a 36-c while Ruth's are a bit bigger. Both of them have meaty thighs from years of gymnastics and skating and their rears are models of round sculpted perfection.
I fell asleep looking forward to Ruth arriving and having lustful dreams about Norah.
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The next day was Monday. I only had to work a half shift and it was nice to be out early. When I got home, there was a message from Ruth saying she'd booked a flight and would be here tomorrow at seven. I spent the afternoon tidying up when the ringing of the doorbell caught my attention. I opened the door and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Norah's face.
"I just thought I'd swing by, see how you're doing," she said. She was wearing a light blue sundress. The crepe halter top clung to her ample breasts.
I closed the door and kissed her. At first she resisted a bit.
I pulled her closer, "No one can see, come on honey."
Hearing that we were alone seemed to make her more pliant and her lips became softer and her mouth opened up. Her arms wrapped around me and her kiss was at last welcoming and wet. I felt her shiver when I drew her into me.
"I missed you," she said.
I took her hand and led her to the sofa.
"I missed you too," I said back.
"I guess that's why I came. I wanted to talk to you - about us,"
"This is going to be bad, isn't it?" I felt my body tense as it braced for bad news. Norah was going to break up with me.
"Not necessarily bad. It's just that," she paused and collected her thoughts, "It's just that this past week I've had so many feelings. All my life I've secretly wanted this, for us to be together. If I ever dreamed we could be together, and believe me I dreamed about more often than any girl should, I shut it down. That's why it's so hard. It's all coming at once."
"I understand. What can make it better?" I asked.
"I guess just know that I'm confused. While on one hand, my entire being and core aches for you, on the other hand I want to proceed with caution. As the guidance counselor in the school, I'm a bit more high-profile in this town. People know you. God knows people know Mary - she grew up here," she said.
