My Cousin Grant

This story takes place in the same universe as the Heather series. It can be fully enjoyed without reading the series, but it does contain a spoiler for Heather Ch. 08.

I want to give a shoutout to all my followers and I hope you enjoy my first attempt at writing an incest story. If you are new to my work, please know that my stories take time to build. It will take some time for Ashley and Grant to fully share themselves. A special thanks to kenjisato for proofreading this story.

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"Ashley, do you have plans for the summer?"

"Yes, and I am very excited. I am going to work for a company in the Bay Area, and I start the week after the school year is over."

I had been teaching at a public elementary school for the past six years. For the last three years, during the summer break, I had worked for an online tutoring company that helped children who were falling behind, to prepare for the next school year. But this summer, I wanted to do something entirely different. What I didn't tell my best friend, Diane, was that the real reason I was excited was because the company I was going to work for was owned by my cousin. Grant.

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My cousin Grant and I were born on the same day, but that was not the way it was supposed to happen. Grant was three months premature, and in 1994, we were born on the same day and in the same hospital. My mom and her sister were always extremely close, and after getting married, they eventually found homes in the same neighborhood only a few blocks apart. So, it was natural that Grant and I grew up together.

I could still vividly recall the playdates that we had. Our moms would take us to a nearby park, and we would be playing on the swings, and Grant would ask, "What do you think our moms talk about when they take us to the park?"

"I don't know now, but whatever it is, it must be funny, because your mom will whisper something in my mom's ear and then they will both start laughing."

That would make us both laugh, and then Grant would say, "Come on, I'll race you to the slides."

By the time we had entered the same elementary school, we started sharing. It began innocently enough. My mom was a stay-at-home mom, and she always made healthy lunches. When it was lunchtime, I would always ask Grant, "What did your mom pack for you today?"

When we started school, my aunt started working full time, so many times, Grant's lunch was a Lunchables, and he would reply, "Pizza."

"Want to trade?"

"No way!"

"Can you at least share your Cheez-Its?"

"Okay."

When we started middle school, our sharing turned to sharing who our latest crush was. Looking back, it was very innocent, but at the time, we both took it very seriously. It was usually me that would go up to Grant and tell him about the latest boy I was crushing on.

"Hey Grant, I think there is a boy I really like."

"Really like? Like, how?"

"You know. Like, he's really cute."

"Oh, Ash, not again. Okay, who is it this time?"

"You gotta promise not to tell anyone."

"I never tell. Besides next week, it will be someone different. Now spill."

"It's Justin. And this time, it is different. I really, really think I like him."

"You have been acting weird around him. I should have guessed. Do you think he likes you back?"

"I dunno..."

Then we would both get quiet, and one of us would change the subject.

It turned out that Justin was much more than just a crush, but I am getting ahead of myself.

We also went on to attend the same high school. In May of every school year, our high school would put on a musical play. The year that Grant and I were seniors, it was The Music Man. We both tried out for the lead parts. I got the part of Marion the librarian, and Grant, who could not sing, did not get the lead part, but he was still able to be in the play. He got the part of Charlie Cowell, the anvil salesman. Justin got the part of Harold Hill, aka, the Music Man. And yes, Harold was played by the same Justin that was my sixth-grade crush.

For those of you not familiar with The Music Man, close to the end of the play, at the footbridge, there is an intense kissing scene between Marion and Harold. Justin and I had been secretly dating since the beginning of my senior year. Shortly after I turned eighteen, Justin was the boy to whom I gave my virginity. So, by the time we performed our kiss on stage, there was very little acting involved.

There was one other person I had to kiss in the play. From the beginning of the play, Charlie, the anvil salesman, had been trying to inform the townsfolk of River City, Iowa, that Harold was a fake music man. In a pivotal scene in the play, Marion kissed Charlie in order to try to stop him. During rehearsals, Grant and I would pretend to kiss, but we both knew that on opening night, the kiss would have to be real.

That week before opening night, Grant and I were in my bedroom. I was sitting at my desk, and Grant was sitting on the bed. I sensed that Grant was nervous about performing our stage kiss, and I began to tease him.

"What's the matter, Grant? Don't tell me that you are afraid to give me a real kiss."

"No, it's not that it's just that..."

Then he stopped. I had been so wrapped up with being with Justin that I just assumed that by then, he would have kissed a girl. By the look on his face, I could tell he hadn't So, as delicately as I could, I asked him, "Grant, have you ever kissed a girl?"

He tried not to show it, but I could tell he was embarrassed. He softly replied, "No." Then he surprised me by adding, "But I would like to."

Looking at Grant's face, I knew exactly who he wanted to receive his first kiss from. I still remember my first kiss and how special it was, and I wasn't sure if this was a good idea. Was I willing to be the one who gave Grant his first real kiss? For it to be special, it would have to be more than just a quick peck on the lips. Could I go there?

Before I had an answer to my question, Grant continued, "Ashley, I have always felt comfortable with you. I know that even if I'm lousy at kissing, you won't make fun of me. Also, I know that we're cousins, and if you think it's awkward, then I'll understand."

"Grant. I... I don't know what to say."

That was not true. I did know what to say. I was just afraid that once I said it, things between Grant and me could change. Then I made up my mind, saying, "First of all, thank you for trusting me. Second, I promise not to make it uncomfortable."

I got up from my chair and sat next to him on the bed. For a moment we sat there just looking at each other. I wanted to give Grant one more chance to back out, and I asked, "Are you sure?"

Grant did not hesitate. "Yes. You don't have to kiss me like you kiss Justin. Just show me what to do."

I smiled and leaned into Grant, and I lightly brushed my lips across his. I kept my eyes open, and I could see Grant was about to panic. Before he could change his mind, I said, "Just follow my lead. When I do something, you do it back to me."

I placed my lips against his lips, and I opened my mouth. He opened his mouth, and our lips pressed together. The kiss was soft, at first, but it wasn't long before I increased the pressure. Grant's lips felt warm and soft. He was a quick learner, and when my tongue slipped into his mouth, he used his tongue to flick against mine. Soon, we were probing and exploring together.

We wrapped our hands around each other, and I began to enjoy the experience. I was no longer just a teacher; I was an active participant. That was when I felt the first sign of arousal. I felt the hardness of my nipples against my bra and the beginning of wetness in my panties. Then I panicked.

I pulled back, breathing hard, and immediately noticed that Grant was also almost out of breath. Neither of us spoke. I had promised Grant that this would not be discomforting, but I had gotten carried away. I had not expected that it would lead to this. Whatever this was.

Then I saw Grant shift on the bed. I looked down at his pants and saw that he was trying to hide his erection. Yup, I totally blew that promise. I was only going to show Grant how to kiss, but I'd started to enjoy what we were doing, and I took it too far. I needed to make this right.

"Okay... We got a little carried away, but you did great."

Grant looked like a deer caught in headlights and didn't say anything, so I continued.

"Grant, we took it too far, and we won't do it again. We've had a special bond for eighteen years; let's not ruin it because of this."

I could tell that Grant was embarrassed because his cock was hard. He could not look at me, so I leaned in and gave him a hug. He hugged me back, but he did not say anything. After a while, we broke apart, and I saw that his erection had subsided, and I asked him, "Are you okay?"

He just nodded his head in agreement. I knew that there was nothing else I could say, so we chatted about school stuff until it was time for him to go home.

The opening night was great. We got two standing ovations, and the kiss between Marian and Charlie was so quick that it was over before Grant and I could overthink it. But the truth was that my kissing Grant in my bedroom was all I could think about.

Did I mention I was brought up by two strict Catholic parents? Feeling guilty is an unwritten rule if you are Catholic.

I enjoyed kissing Grant, and I was feeling as much guilt about this as I felt when I lost my virginity. I had been going to confession from when I was eight until about a month before I lost my virginity. I didn't confess to losing my virginity, and I sure as hell did not confess to kissing Grant.

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"I'm going to miss you, Ashley."

"I'll miss you too, Grant, but hey, I'm only going to be three hours away."

"I know, but I feel things are going to change for you. For the first time, you will be away from your parents. You've wanted this for a very long time."

Yes, I could not wait to leave for college, and Grant was right to say that things would change dramatically for me. For Grant, things remained pretty much the same. His grades were not nearly good enough to attend a four-year college, so he decided to attend the local junior college. My uncle was the owner of a thriving small business, and Grant also worked for his father when he wasn't in school. He knew that someday we would take over the business, so not going away to college worked out well. Between school and working for his father, he kept very busy, and even though we were only three hours apart, we were no longer inseparable.

There was never any doubt that I would go to a four-year college. My parents met and fell in love while attending the same college, and my father was determined that I would also be an alumnus from that college. My grades were excellent, and with my father's help, I was accepted into a hard-to-get-into college located on California's central coast. What neither of my parents could have predicted was the journey that my first year of college would take me on. During that first year in college, I developed a crush on my college roommate, Heather, had a threesome with her and her female lover; and was invited to go with them to Hawaii during summer break.

I will leave the entire telling of that journey to another story, but I do need to give you a quick recap and tell you how it ended.

Fall of 2012 to August 2013

The university I attended had a policy that you needed to live in the college dorms in your first year. Because I did not pick a roommate, I was randomly matched with an older woman who had transferred from a local junior college. Her name was Heather, and I developed a crush on her soon after I met her. My first month in the dorms was very difficult. I was frightened to be alone for the first time in my life, and Heather helped me get through that. She was sympathetic and allowed me to express my emotions. Early on, I found out that Heather was a lesbian. Things got complicated when, two months into the quarter, she rekindled a relationship with a woman from her past. Her name was Shawna, and right after our Christmas break, Heather left the dorms and moved in with Shawna.

Heather moving in with Shawna did not lessen my feelings towards Heather. The opposite happened, and my feelings for Heather intensified. What started as a crush led to attraction and eventually became exploration. Shawna not only did not mind, but she encouraged it. By the end of my first year in college, the three of us became a throuple. What Shawna did not fully realize was that I was falling in love with Heather.

Just before my summer break, Shawna invited Heather and me to spend the summer in Hawaii. The plan was that we would leave the week school was over and come back in August. Because I had a summer job, I could only spend a week in Hawaii, but it was the most amazing week of my life. Shawna had extremely rich parents, and the three of us stayed in their luxurious home. Although the three of us spent time together, I had enough time alone with Heather that by my fifth day in Hawaii, Shawna began to suspect that the feelings Heather had for me were much stronger than the feelings Heather had for Shawna. On my sixth day in Hawaii, Shawna's suspicions were verified when she walked into a guest bedroom and saw Heather and me naked on the bed. Heather had just made me cum using her tongue and her finger.

The next day, I left Hawaii for my summer job, convinced that Heather and I had a future together. I was not sure how Shawna would fit in, but in my heart, I knew that Heather and I were meant to be together.

Then my dream came crashing down.

After I got home, Heather and I texted almost daily. Most of the time, the texts were informational stuff, but once in a while, we chatted instead, and those conversations were very personal. I was feeling very good about our emotional journey and could not wait for her to return from Hawaii.

It was the third week of August, and I had just gotten home from work, and my phone vibrated. I saw it was Heather. She called me to tell me that she and Shawna had had a falling out, and she was coming home early. She asked me to pick her up at the San Francisco Airport, and when I picked her up, she would give me all the details. The last thing she said before hugging up was, I love you. It was the first time she used those words.

On the day I was supposed to pick Heather up, she texted me from the airport, and we agreed that I would meet her at baggage claim. I wanted to leave for the airport in plenty of time so Heather wouldn't have to wait too long for me to pick her up. As I was leaving the house, I heard the television. I wasn't surprised, since my dad always watched the five o'clock news. As I was about to open the door, I saw that both my dad and mom were watching the TV, which was very unusual. I was about to head out the door when I heard the words breaking news. I stopped, turned around, and stared at the TV. That was when I found out that the plane Heather was on had gone missing over the Pacific Ocean and all 239 people on board were presumed dead.

I was so devastated that I ran into my bedroom and threw myself on my bed. I kept crying into my pillow until there were no more tears. I was drifting off to sleep when I heard my bedroom door open. It was my mom. Thinking I was asleep, she said, "I am sure God had His reasons. He always has a plan."

All I could do for the next couple of weeks was mope. At first, I was in shock. Then my shock turned into anger. I kept thinking about what my mom said. What reason could a loving God have to kill all those innocent people? I was angry at God, angry at my mom, and I was even angry at myself for leaving Hawaii without her. Then, finally, the self-anger turned to guilt. I regretted the things I had never told Heather, or the moments I wished I would have handled differently. I was so depressed that I even considered dropping out of college. Then I remembered what my dad had done for me, and I had another reason to feel guilty.

Towards the end of the school year, I told my parents that I did not want to live in the dorms in my second year. My father was looking for an investment property, and he found the perfect condo in the town where I went to school. My dad bought the condo, but he made it clear that I needed three roommates to make the investment work. I had found two roommates, and Heather was going to be the third. Heather was gone, and all I wanted to do was wallow in my self-pity.

September 2013

Grant loved working for his father. When my uncle started his business, Grant was nine years old. Over the next ten years, the business grew from just one location to several locations in the Bay Area. When it started, it only employed my aunt and uncle. Then, it had grown to where it employed over a hundred people, including Grant. When Grant finished his first year in junior college, he began working full-time for his father, and he was making enough money so that he was able to move out of his parents' house and rent a small one-bedroom apartment.

Unfortunately, between going to school and working full-time, there was little time for anything else. When I first left for college, Grant and I would text and call regularly, but right after my Christmas break, we began to lose touch. The last time I saw Grant was right after I returned from Hawaii. We had lunch together, and I told Grant how close I'd gotten to Heather. When we finished lunch, he gave me a huge hug and told me how happy he was for me. I thought about that lunch and considered calling Grant, but I was in such a stage of depression that I could not bring myself to call or text him.

Luckily, he was the one to call me.

I looked at the caller ID and, in a surprised voice, answered, "Hello?"

"Hello, Ashley. Your mom called my mom and told her what happened. I am so sorry."

Hearing his voice and the way he said he was sorry made me feel instantly better. "Thank you for calling, Grant. I've been wanting so much to call you, but..."

"You don't have to explain, Ashley. I can't imagine what you are going through, but I want to be there for you."

"Thank you. Growing up, you were always the one I could tell things to."

"Well, that's why I am calling. My mom told me you haven't been out of the house in two weeks. I want you to come over to my place. We don't have to talk or anything, but if you do want someone to listen, I'm here."

I knew that if I didn't do something differently, my depression would get worse. I'd missed my cousin so much, and I knew that whatever I told him, he would not judge me. That made saying yes my only choice.

"I haven't even seen your new place. Text me the address, and I'll come over. I'm a mess, and I need to get my shit together, so I probably won't get there until late this afternoon."

"Great! Can't wait to see you."

When I saw the address he texted me, I suspected his apartment was in a neighborhood near his junior college. When I got closer and I saw old houses that had been turned into student rentals and all the apartment buildings on his street, I knew for sure. His apartment building was a newer one that, in addition to renting to students, housed young couples just starting out.

Grant lived on the second floor, and he greeted me with a big hug when he opened the door. We stood at the entrance, holding each other for a long time. Finally, Grant let go and showed me in. Grant told me about the apartment, but I was surprised how nice it looked inside. Although the living room was small, he had the right amount of furniture to make it look very livable. The kitchen was also small, but spotless.

"I'm impressed. This place looks great."

"To be honest, I don't spend a lot of time here. Work and school keep me busy, and I just mostly crash here. Can I get you anything?"