Unlike other stories this one is true.
I had to get it out so I coughed. It seemed as though I couldn't cough enough. The smoke from the marijuana was killing me. My cousin Bret had rigged a two liter bottle to be a bong and I had inhaled not only the marijuana smoke but also burnt plastic smoke.
"Here ya go man I can't take it," I passed the makeshift bong to him and got up to go inside. He nodded and inhaled another puff. Bret was a trooper he would stay out there for ages just looking up at the night sky and smoking.
I intended to go to Bret's room and crash but instead went to his computer in his room. I had to shake the mouse to get his screen saver to go off and was surprised by what I found. His msn instant messenger was flicking up that he had a new conversation.
My curiosity got the best of me and I opened the window. It was from a lady named kiwi eyes, I figured it was just a booty call of Bret's. I typed in the message box that Bret wasn't here at the moment.
I got onto the Mozilla homepage and searched for some porn. The little message popped up, "Well who are you then?"
"I am his cousin John, nice to meet you."
"Can I talk to you John? I really need some help."
I told her sure and she opened the floodgates. This lady, who's name is Lilly, has just turned eighteen and has a year and a half old daughter. Her husband had hit her and she was in trouble and wanted to know if Bret could pick her and her daughter up.
I told her that I could pick her up but Bret probably couldn't because he had been smoking weed. Also Bret still lived with his mother and she barely let girls visit the house let alone stay there overnight. My aunt was a nurse and worked the night shift at a nursing home, her hours were usually ten at night until seven the next morning.
She seemed to still need to get away so I asked for directions to her house. I went out onto the back patio to tell Bret what was going on but he was already passed out. So I went to my little clunker car and set off towards her house.
It would be about thirty minutes or so before I reached her house so I went over what I was gonna say to her husband. From what she had described he was kind of fat and didn't stand much of a chance against me. The speedometer flew past eighty as I tried to hurry.
Once I pulled into the yard she was sitting on the steps of the trailer with a suitcase with her daughter in her arms. I got out of the car and carried her suitcase back to the car. She didn't say a word all the way home she just kept comforting her daughter.
When we pulled up to Bret's, she gave me a quick hug. "John, thank you for this I owe you one." It would be until seven in the morning before Bret's mom got home so we had plenty of time to figure where she was going to stay.
Bret said that although he would love to help her that his mom just wouldn't let her stay. I stepped in and told her she was welcome at my home. It wasn't much only a one bedroom two bath house but at least it was mine. She was in such a sad state she just accepted even though she didn't know me all that much.
At around two in the morning we bid Bret goodbye and climbed into my small Nissan Stanza. It was about fifteen miles to my house by the dirt road and twenty by highway so I took the back way. Soon I turned the radio on low and started humming along to the music.
She looked over at me and smiled, "So you sing huh? Know any good songs?"
Only then in the stillness in the night did I notice how she looked. She was gorgeous, average weight and height, her boobs weren't that big but weren't that small from breastfeeding. Her hips and legs were to die for, the way the curved and slid down to the floorboard nearly gave me a hard on.
"Um, what do you like? I listen to everything but country and opera." I tried to keep my eyes on the road but I kept stealing glances at her.
"Oh anything, would you sing for me?"
I picked a song to see if she really liked music. It was an old one from the early seventies, most kids at school didn't understand thats where good music came from. It wasn't long before she started singing along with me while rocking her baby in her arms.
I carried the suitcase inside for her and sat it next to the bed. "I will take the couch you guys can have the bed. The couch is a hide-a-bed so it won't be too bad." She just nodded and asked where the bathroom was. I pointed her in the right direction and she asked me to watch over the baby while she took a quick shower.
I scooped the baby up in my arms and turned the TV on. Between watching The Colbert Report rerun, pulling out the bed, and watching her baby I was fully amused. Without realizing it I had striped to my boxers and climbed in the bed with the baby snugged against my chest as I dozed off to sleep.
The sunlight was trying to creep in through the black shades that I had. It was nearly dawn and I awoke from my sleep. Lilly was sleeping with her head resting on my shoulder, my arm was behind her head holding her close. The baby was against her belly sound asleep.
I realized that we were all not only spooning but I had a hard on and was poking her in the ass with it. I tried wiggling my way away from her but she kept scooting back to me. After several minutes I managed to scoot away from them and turn back over before dozing off again.
At around eight I was up and about while they rested on the hide-a-bed. They looked so peaceful, I sat in my armchair and just watched them. I hadn't noticed that she was watching me as well. A smile formed as I saw her eyes moving in my direction.
"Sleep well?" I asked.
"Oh god yes. John I haven't slept like that in forever. Thank you so much for letting us stay here. I promise we won't be in the way," she got up and removed her t-shirt.
I sat watching her wondering what she was doing because she didn't have a bra on. She had full C-cups that bounced as she threw the shirt to the floor. "Do you mind? Angela will be hungry once she wakes."
"Oh not at all, I often walk around the house in the nude myself." That was a lie. I blushed but couldn't turn my head from her breasts. They were so full and perfect.
"You don't have to watch if you don't want to ya know," she had realized I was watching her.
I snapped my head up at the ceiling and asked, "Are you hungry? I could fix ya something."
"Oh your such a sweetie, do you have any eggs?"
"Yea how do you like um?"
"Scrambled please," and she went back to taking care of Angela.
