What begins here is a tale of love, heartbreak and a rekindling of a love that will not, cannot be snuffed out. A story of lovers, soul mates, cousins who find a deep bond one summer that lasts to this day. Surviving a distance of 2000 miles, a betrayal and 15 years of silence, I cannot tell you how this story ends as it has no ending in sight...
CHAPTER 1: Lovers, Soul mates, Cousins
"Drop me off here Dad, I will go meet her plane and wait at the curb" I say as my dad pulls over to the curb at Ontario airport in Ontario California. I jumped out and almost ran into the terminal looking for my cousin Brandi. Almost immediately I am tackled as my cousin jumps into me hugging me tight.
"I was so scared, I have been waiting 20 minutes for you to get here," she exclaims as she wipes tears from her eyes.
"I'm sorry we were late, bad traffic on the way down," I explain.
"It's ok, you are here now and I feel better already," I pick up her bag and walk outside just as my dad drives up to the curb. Bag into trunk, cousin's seat belted into back seat and away we go back to my home for what I hope is a fun summer.
At the time my cousin Brandi was a typical teenage girl, slightly below average height, fair skin, and long brown hair and in my opinion, perfect. I myself was tall at almost 6'1", medium build, kind of lanky and goofy looking and definitely the shy one. For her birthday My dad and Brandi's mom, bought plane tickets for her to visit me in California for three weeks and then the two of us back to visit Michigan where she lives for three weeks and then I fly home. We had both been looking forward to this trip for a long time. We had started talking on the phone earlier that year along with meeting for the first time in Las Vegas. Our parents bought us calling cards, sent out for free ones from Pepsi during a promotion they were having and downright running up phone bills for 6 months or so. We had become inseparable on the phone and I don't think either one of us thought it would be different in an extended period of personally hanging out for the summer. Man was we wrong about the different part.
The first week or so was normal teenage summer stuff in a town with nothing to do; we played cards, watched TV and movies, and the occasional video game. With my sister back in town Brandi stayed in my room sleeping on the top bunk. We would be up to all hours of the night just talking and making jokes. Now I am a perfectly healthy human being, male, straight and a virgin and at some point Brandi was no longer just my cousin, she was a beautiful girl sleeping in my room that I could literally tell anything. She was my best friend and I found out one night, my lover and soul mate.
We were on the bottom bunk one night laughing and joking when the conversation somehow moved to sex, a subject that we had not really talked about a lot. We discussed sex from an assortment angles, Virgin? Yes I was, she was not, male or female, straight for us both, etc. Naturally sex morphed into porn, of which I was a self-taught expert, being a horny teenage male and all. I told her I had my own stash and she asked to see it. So I retrieved my stash from the very bottom of my desk "junk" drawer and brought it back to the bed. She thumbs through it for a bit and then pushes it away. I replace the mags and books and lay back down when I notice she is reading one of my racier porn books. The book she was reading was a collection of incest stories that I had just gotten and had not read much of, still unsure of what I thought.
"Brandi I..." my heartbeat is racing at this point. Will she throw the book at me and never talk to me again, silently condemn me and ride out the trip until I come back from Michigan, or...
"Do you like this kind of stuff? Incest?" She asked innocently, I thought.
"I don't know, I just got it and had not read through much if any" I replied.
"Read some now, it sounds naughty, but read it aloud"
So I pick a story about four siblings who all seem to want to fuck each other to death when suddenly the book is no longer in my hands and my cousin Brandi is leaning into me more than usual. So close I can smell her freshly washed hair, minty breath and peer directly into her beautiful eyes, my heart skipped a beat.
