Annoyed as fuck Greg sighed out loud and grabbed his mobile as the icon of a received text kept on distracting him. He let go of the cock he had been stroking and turned down the volume of his big screen TV where the mature blond woman had loudly been voicing out her pleasure as she was being plowed rough and hard but most of all very deep, supposedly receiving her first-ever BBC.
Greg was sitting on the couch in his living room wearing only a grey t-shirt that had gone damp. Otherwise, he was naked from the waist down with his legs spread wide bungling down to the floor. His erect cock slacking down between his legs as he looked at the phone to see who had dared to mess up his solo masturbation fun.
As irritated as he was at the interruption he could not suppress that a small smile slipped onto his face as soon as he read the text. It was only two words, apart from her name next to them that gave away who had sent it. The text said "Hey Pingu!?" and without giving it much thought and feeling less annoyed he answered, "Hey yourself, what's up Kiki?"
They both did not fully remember how they had given these nicknames to each other. The most likely explanation they had thought for the nickname his cousin had given him, was that they must have watched Pingu together when they were both a lot younger and she just found it funny sounding and started pestering him with it and it stuck. He remembered when she was young and addressing him, she instead would use the annoying "nob nob!" That one he never got used to, but as the fun of it dwindled for her as she grew up it must have turned into becoming "Pingu" for him, and that he could live with.
His nickname for her "Kiki" seemed almost normal compared to Pingu. It was also easier to figure out how that must have come about as it was more or less a variation on his cousin's real name Chrissy. So while it was easier to figure out how that may have started, they did not remember when. With her naming him Pingu they more or less could remember, but for him calling her Kiki, they had no real idea when that started, other than it also had started a long time ago. They did remember him calling her Kiki back in the days when they would be visiting their long-deceased grandparents with their parents, so several decades ago.
Kiki was one of his younger cousins with him being the eldest of the bunch. The age difference between them was seven years but they had always gotten along well. Her natural chirpiness somehow went well with his more calm introverted character. As kids, the two of them would always end up playing and having fun together even though at the time the age gap between them was relatively large, it never seemed to matter at all.
As they grew up into their late teens and beyond they both found their own lives and they would not see each other all that often anymore. But still, that initial bond they had forged when younger stayed in place. Whenever they would see each other at family gatherings or birthdays they always ended up sitting next to each other to catch up and have a good time.
Distracted from his previous activity Greg started putting his sweatpants back on, stowing his now slack cock away. He already had forgiven her for the wankus-interuptus and started pondering about his cousin, thinking how strange things can turn in life. How, after they both married happily, that special connection they had made all those years ago stayed unchanged. In the past decades, there must have been times when they had not seen or spoken to each other for a year or more but once they would catch up it always did almost feel like coming home. That bond with a chemistry of mutual fondness was always there.
Greg smiled, almost sadly, as he thought about how their old bond and connection had grown even stronger over the past few difficult years. Three years ago he had lost his loving wife Yvonne and he thought about how out of his friends it seemed so obvious that it had been Kiki to become his main support and she slowly, gently, and patiently guided him back from that darkness.
She definitely had been the one to pull him out of that sinkhole, and she had even managed to get him to start dating again. Always in her gentle warm but still positive way mentioning "Come on, you don't look too bad for a fifty year young Pingu at all. You know she would have wanted you to see other people. I realize that Penguins mate for life, but they are still not meant to stay solitary should their partner be gone."
She had always been there for him and it had pained him that even more recently, there suddenly had been a reason for him to support her in any way he could. She had split up with her husband, her high school love, and the love of her life. Only later on she had told Greg they had already been going through a particularly rough patch when she was supporting him with the loss of his wife. Greg realized she had taken care of him while she must have been hurting inside herself and while appreciating it a lot he did feel bad for her having to do so.
He remembered the evening when seemingly out of nowhere he had received a text from Kiki with a one liner saying "I am leaving John." He had been in a restaurant with one of his first dating attempts Kiki had ushered him back into when he got that text. He did feel sorry for the woman he was with at the time but he immediately excused himself mumbling something like an emergency and left her stranded on her own. He had not bothered to go home, in his car from the parking lot of the restaurant he had called Kiki. There was not much he could do other than listen to her desperate sobs as she let everything out, but he knew that at that moment listening was all that was required from his side.
In the next few months, their joint pain had somehow only reinforced their connection, and when either of them needed to vent and let off steam or hear some occasional comforting words or get a hug they knew someone would be there. At times when required they had also not shied away from giving some tough love to keep the other one going. But no matter what, at all times they had been there for each other. What made the entire situation a bit easier was that the split between Kiki and John, while painful enough after all those years together, had been a mutual decision and it had stayed amicable. They were still friends and at times would even see each other, but they both knew that they no longer could be each other's partners.
Absent-mindedly Greg straightened his sparse clothing and thought how Kiki had been right about getting him out dating again. Yes, it had been hard and so far there had not been a special connection with someone, but it did feel good to be out there again. It did help that Kiki must have been right that he was not a bad-looking Pingu for his 52 years. On almost all dates he did receive some nice compliments on his looks and those were not always mere returns for the compliments he would have given her. He was amazed how easily some of the women he met were able to compliment a fairly random stranger on his looks. It had taken him a while before he was daring enough to be the first to give a compliment instead of receiving one first. But he had to admit, he had been flattered by their compliments and it had given his self confidence a boost when hearing them say how the grey plucks in his hair matched his grey-green eyes, or how his face had a lovely gentle smile and he had kind eyes. It probably also helped that he was in fairly decent shape and stood over six foot three.
The sudden 'ping' of Kiki's text reply on his phone brought him back to the present.
Kiki: "So...erm Pingu dear, you very busy tomorrow evening after work?"
Greg smiled as he instantly realized the added dear in the question meant she would ask for a favor next and as always he would be willing to play along and try and help out.
Greg: "Well my dear Kiki, it will depend on what you ask of me next if I will be busy or not I suppose."
Kiki: "Not funny Pingu! Are you busy? I could do with another pair of hands to help me out with something."
