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Bobby came home from classes and went upstairs to lay on his bed and think. He was taking a couple of classes from the local junior college and trying to lay low for a semester, since he'd almost flunked out the university last semester. Partying came too easy for him, so here he was at home for a while.
Bobby lay on his bed and looked up at the ceiling, thinking about Janna. She was so cool and fun to be around, not to mention hot. She wound-up being in one of his classes, and they'd immediately hit it off. It'd been years since he'd seen her, and he almost didn't realize it was her. She had certainly grown-up from the little girl he'd run around with ten years before when they were children. The only problem was that all he could think about was getting her alone, and yet... she was his cousin.
As he was laying there thinking about his dilemma, he heard the front door open and close downstairs.
"Bobby?" his Mom called out, getting home from work.
"Upstairs," he replied, sitting up on the edge of the bed.
He heard her coming up the stairs, and quickly wondered if he should dare bounce the idea of his feelings for Janna off his Mom. She'd been very cool lately and seemed relaxed and open around him. His dad was gone alot for work, like tonight, and his sister was away at school herself. So it left them on their own alot lately.
"Hey sport," she smiled, looking at him from the doorway to his bedroom.
"Hey," he said, "how was your day?"
"Fine, just glad it's over. You?"
"Good, really. Just torn about something."
"Come talk to me about it," she said, nodding her head back to his parents' bedroom.
He followed her there and sat on the bed, still unsure about how much to let on about his situation. She was still in her business clothes, and she went to stand in front of the mirror to take her hair down. Bobby couldn't help but notice the snug fit of her skirt to her ass, reminding him that, though his mother, she was still a very attractive woman who kept her body fit.
"So, what's going on with you?" She asked and shook her hair loose, letting it fall to her shoulders. The blond hair framed her face in the mirror's reflection as she took off some jewelry.
"Well..."
"It's a girl, isn't it?" she guessed as she turned to him with a knowing smile on her face.
"Yeah," he smiled back to her and watched as she took her heels off.
"Let's see," she guessed, "it's some real cutie who just somehow hasn't come around yet, am I right?"
"Actually, she's a cutie who seems to be coming around."
"Really?" she sounded surprised. "Well then, what's the problem? The last couple of steps?" She slowly let this last part be said, as if they both were in on what she really meant. She grinned at him with her hands on her hips, enjoying this.
"No, not the last 'couple of steps.' You should have more faith in me than that." He teased back.
"Oh, I should should I?" she seemed to slightly blush and she untucked her blouse from her skirt. She then sat next to him on the bed.
"Okay Bobby, then what's the problem. I mean, she's attractive, you're interested, she's coming around, is it just a matter of time?" She now seemed truly interested in trying to help him out and give him some good advice.
"Well, it's not your usual situation, you know? And ... well, she and I get along so good I don't want to mess it up."
She was pleased that he was so sensitive and it reminded her how well Bobby and she had gotten along lately. With him at home more, it seemed the both of them appreciated each other more and felt a closeness that she really liked.
"Bobby, I don't see how you can mess it up if you do care about her, and she seems to care about you. I'm sure she'll be flattered a guy like you is interested." She liked complimenting him and she could tell he liked it, too.
They were sitting side by side on the bed and Bobby was looking down at his feet, and occasionally looking up at her, now seeming to get shy about it.
