Chapter One: Friday
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
My attention turned from the book I was reading to the noises coming from downstairs. I listened from my room and heard my mom walk from the kitchen to the front door and open it. I could hear my aunt Jill's voice greeting my mom, and my mom reciprocating. This exchange instantly sent a feeling of excitement through me. I knew that if Jill was here, my two cousins, Sarah and Daryl, were most likely here as well.
I liked when my cousins came over for the weekend, but especially when Sarah did. She was about 5'4,'' with shoulder-length light brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a pretty face. She was (I'm guessing) between 100 and 120 pounds, with a flat stomach, and nice full breasts. I'd say they were at least in the high C's.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and became excited, hoping it was Sarah. I watched the door expectantly, and was disappointed by the appearance of my other cousin, Daryl. Daryl was a couple of years younger than Sarah and me, but I would sometimes hang out with him and play video games.
"Hey, Eddie!" he greeted with his dumb grin, dropping his bag of clothes onto the floor. "Look, I just got Castlevania III on the Nintendo."
"Cool," I replied nonchalantly, looking back at my book. I'd given up on the Castlevania series after the very lackluster Simon's Quest, so I wasn't really interested in trying another one.
"Yeah," he replied back, sounding a little disappointed with my reaction. "I'm going out for a while. Can I leave the game in here for now?"
"Sure."
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A few minutes after Daryl left, I went downstairs to the kitchen to get a popsicle, and any disappointment from earlier had suddenly disappeared. My mom and aunt were at the table with a couple of beers talking to each other, and next to my aunt was Sarah. Another twinge of excitement raced through my body, but trying not to be obvious, I just said "hi" to my aunt and cousin, got my popsicle, and went back upstairs.
I was followed shortly after by Sarah, who came into my room with her bag of clothes.
"Hi, fag" she said in a sarcastic tone, not waiting for a reply. She went to the corner of the room to put her bag down, as I watched her bend over. She seemed to stay in this position for almost too long -not that I was complaining- but unfortunately came back up when someone started knocking at the door again. From downstairs, I heard my mom walk toward the door and was unsurprised by the annoying voices of my mom's friends. They all usually came over on Friday nights to get drunk in the kitchen, which I could do without.
"Here we go again", I thought to myself.
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Perhaps I should tell you about myself. My name is Eddie, and at the time of these events I was 17 years old. My parents divorced when I was 11, and it was decided that I would stay with my mom during the week, and my dad on weekends, although this arrangement soon fell through when my dad moved far away, and I just started staying with my mom permanently. And, if you haven't guessed yet, I have a bit of a thing for my cousin. We've always been unusually close since we were little kids, but I didn't really start lusting after her until I saw her in a bikini for the first time at the beach when we were around 14-15, and I've wanted her ever since.