Cousin Phil
My cousin Phyllis, preferred to be called Phil, was a year younger than me. I went to another school, a technical high, and she, the local HS.
We were closer to being brother and sister than cousins. Her brother, died at only 3 years old. The death and medical bills left her family broke. Moreover, dealing with the death of a family member when she was only 6 years old, kind of screwed her mind up.
I had a sister who was a real bitch. I mean broom riding, card carrying bitch. My mother trained her into her own image. My father was pussy whipped into submission. I was treated as a slave, so I stayed away from them as much as possible, hence, hung around with my cousin. Many of my friends thought Phil was my real sister.
Phil: about 5-1, 95# soaking wet, almost flat chested and did not have round hips. Her face was very pretty and framed in curly brunet hair. Since her body was skinny, she wore long dresses or baggy jeans most of the time. The neighborhood kids were mostly male, so she played ball with us, etc., like a tomboy.
Her thinness was the result of a medical problem and doctors tried to help her gain weight, but to no avail. She was thin like Twiggy, however, physically she was in good condition.
Me: 5-7, 127#, thick glasses, on the skinny side myself, but not as bad as her. If there's one word to describe me, it was 'average.' Being on the brainy side, I was a nerd. Big time. At an early age, I got into electronics, and repaired TVs, radios, and record players for neighbors and relatives. I went to school nights to finish my degree, as the family could not afford regular college, and worked part time at a military electronics manufacturing company. They paid for my schooling. The local college was privately owned, expensive, and did not give scholarships. I had a side business repairing musical instrument amplifiers, and did some sound systems for bars and night clubs.
As you can imagine, neither of us dated a lot. At 19 I was still a virgin.
My family was poor, but not bankrupt so. My Dads father, who had 8 children, could not afford a home. My dad's burning desire was to own a home. They needed 20% down, squeaky clean credit, and the buyer assumed all closing costs. Both parents worked, and Dad worked two jobs just to own a home of his own. They bought their house when he was 42 yrs old. (They waited until 30 to have me) However, we had little else. Our neighborhood was of homes and families of our social status: not moneyed, but not dirt poor. If we are looking for words, use hand-to-mouth.
Phil's father, (my Uncle) Joe, was a union construction worker, and was 6-4, 220#. He made enough money so his wife did not have to work, but were not rich. Her Mother was a stay at hone mother, and she was small like Phil, but was not healthy looking. She was anemic, and they decided to not try for more children after loosing their son.
To celebrate Phil's 18th birthday, I took her to a young adult type night club,. (The drinking age then was 18). The band playing was one I did electronics work for, and I hooked up color lights for the night club, so I was treated like an employee there. We had some drinks. I limited myself because I was driving, but Phil was lost to the world, so we left there early.
On the way back she said. "Can't we go somewhere until some of this wears off? I don't want my mom and Dad to see me this bad."
I said "OK. There's an all night restaurant I know of and I'll get some strong truck driver coffee and we will get as much in you as we can."
I went in and got 3 coffees to go. In their parking lot I got one cup into her and she said. "Let's go to the hill and sit in the car and talk."
The 'hill' has a road which circles the top and is used at night for people parking, as in: making out or getting laid. The middle of it had many radio antennas, as it was the highest place for miles around. The police will not bother you unless you bother someone else. So I said. "Are you sure?"
She said. "I feel funny here in front of a restaurant. At least there, we will have some privacy while I sober up a bit. Besides, the restaurant would not like it if I barfed in their parking lot." I laughed.
To the hill we went. After the second cup she said she was nauseous. I got her out of the car. After she barfed, she got back in. She was perking up, and the third cup went down.
I said. "Ready to go home, yet?'
She said. "Lets stay here a while."
I figured she just wanted to talk, however...
She slid on the seat to my side, and put her arms around me, with her head on my shoulder. She kissed me on the lips. This was something new, as she never did that before. This was not an "I like you cousin, but a "I want you now!" kiss
With my sense of humor, I said. "Getting frisky?"
She said. "Damn well horny."
This time, she planted another one on my lips and tongued me. I was enjoying this and played along. As I said, I did not date much. I said. "If we go any farther, our relationship is going to change. And if we do, NOBODY, I mean nobody else is to know. Our dads will literally kill us." That was a fact.
She said. "If you don't want to, say so. If you do want to, let's continue."
Now, I said I was not experienced. There was no internet back then for Sex Ed 100. I did have some explicit magazines that an older friend gave me when he got drafted. So, needless to say, I played it by ear, err, hand, err, you know what I mean.
I responded to that by going up her blouse. Her breasts were small, and she usually wore no bra, so I found hard nipples there, and rolled them between my thumb and forefinger. She was moaning and in a trance like state. Then she slides her hand to my zipper and fingers me through my pants. I got hard fast.
I said. "Have you done this before? I will admit I am still a virgin."
She said. "I am not a virgin, but only have done this twice before now. He said he loved me but took off after he got what he wanted."
She pulls down my zipper, and parts the snap at the top. I lifted my butt, and down go my pants and shorts. Being I was already hard, it sprang out and nearly hit her in her mouth. She took hold of it and was stroking it. I took my hand out of her blouse and went up her dress. I moved the panties aside and fingered her. She again was moaning and in a trance state. She got wet, fast.
After a while, she asked. "Do you have any condoms?"
I said. "No."
She said. "You will have to pull out before you squirt. I am not protected"
My car had reclining seats, so I put them as far down as I could. I got the dress up far enough and removed her panties. She opened her legs and said. "I am wet enough. Do it gently."
I got on top of her, she moved my dick to her entrance and said. "Push it in me."
She was very tight and very wet. After getting it in all the way, I stopped to savior this new experience.
She said. "You are supposed to move it in and out of me."
I made a face like 'I know' and did the moves which come naturally.(pun intended) I was doing her and it couldn't have been 5 minutes when I felt my balls welling up and ready to come. I said. "I'm ready."
I pulled out. I had an old towel on the back seat, so I grabbed it, placing it over my dick, and she was stroking it. I came and she milked it dry. We cleaned ourselves up.
I said. "Can we do this again?"
She said. "When we don't have someone else, we will have each other." And she kissed me.
My mother and hers were sisters, and some family occasions out of town were common, and usually, my bitch sister was taken with them. I hated those family get together s, and so did Phil, so we stayed home. Needless to say we slept together then.
We did this secretly for a year. One day she called me and I met her for lunch. She said. "I have a steady guy I am going with. We will have to quit doing each other. Thank you for the practice sessions. We can still be close friends."
I said. "That's fine with me. I hope he is what you are looking for."
She said. "It seems so. He treats me right."
We remained friends. Every once and once in a while a phone call, holiday and birthday cards. etc.
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A few years went by. After getting my degree at night, I was promoted in my job to be a quality manager in a position with a subsidiary of the same company, in a town about 100 miles away. I had saved some money, and bought a small 3 bedroom home near my work in a nice section of town. My neighbors were older, very religious people, but they minded their own business.
One night, I got a phone call from her saying that her husband was treating her badly and he had another woman on the side. When he hit her, she called me. I told her to see an attorney and after the legalities were done she could stay at my house until she wanted to leave.
She said she could not afford an attorney, and they had no money.
I said. "I'll pay for it."
A couple of weeks later she called and said "Come get me. The bastard moved out yesterday." We discussed what she was taking with her. I said "My buddy has a 10' trailer. I'll bring it"
On Saturday, I got there early. We were loading her stuff into the trailer, and the bastard showed up and tried to hit me up for money. I said: "If she calls the police, you will be arrested." and I grabbed her softball bat and stood there. He left. I said. "I don't think we will have him bother us again."
She followed me in her car, which was the same one she had before marrying him. After arriving home, we unloaded the trailer, and I said "I'll bring this back to my buddy. There a pizza place phone number next to the kitchen phone. Here's some money to order one delivered, please. Its late; I don't feel like cooking." She shook her head yes.
