Although the neighborhood was nice, the old grey home looked out of place. Even in the dark, I could make out old-school architecture. But what did I know or care about architecture? The one thing that really sank in was the last couple of months of my life.
It all seemed so surreal. At 18, I had finally gotten out of my overbearing parents' grasp, and the first thing I did with my newfound freedom was fuck it up in record time. My upbringing was with super fundamentalist religious conservative parents. They're batshit insane.
I thought everything was going great when I got into a good Christian college. Still, with that first taste of freedom, I completely destroyed my first semester. My parents found out what happened, freaked, and shipped me off to live with my preacher uncle in the middle of bum fuck. Jesus Christ.
Even though my parents had coordinated with my uncle, he couldn't be bothered by picking me up from the airport. In fact, he and his family were at church on a Tuesday night, so he had left a key under a flower pot, and I let myself into what would now be my new home until I figured out how to save money and get the hell out of here.
Besides having no money or actual skills, there was another reason I wanted to stay with my uncle, at least for a bit. My Aunt Laura. From a young age, I knew she was absolutely gorgeous. Even in conservative dresses, she was always so beautiful, and her body was insane. The thought of being around her for at least a few months made me look forward to staying here.
I had just put all my bags in my room and changed into more comfortable clothes when their car pulled up the driveway. I went out to greet them. Sure enough, even with her ultra-conservative dresses, I could tell Aunt Laura was fucking stacked. I made sure to completely lean in as we hugged; even my arm brushed against her rack. She kissed my cheek, and I slowly inhaled a sweet scent of honey and lavender.
I finally caught a hold of myself and forced myself to pull away. Though I could've sworn she leaned into our hug and purposely pushed her chest towards me. She even held my hand for a bit as we talked leading me inside the house. "What up cuz!?" Melissa yelped as she rushed over to hug me, too.
I hadn't even thought about her until this point. When we were younger, we lived very close to each other. I remember she was always so plain and shy. Completely nerdy, her face was too big for her body, her eyes were too far apart, and she was as flat as a pancake. But within the last few years, she had completely glowed up. A lighter, skinnier version of her mother. I could tell the ass, and tits were there too, even in her conservative dress. "That's not how we talk around here," growled my uncle. An older man, must have had about 15 years on my aunt and completely a man of God. My skin crawled.
After getting lectured and awkwardly going through my history of me fucking it up royally, my uncle gave me a huge spiel about how this is God's opportunity for me to turn it around and become a man of God. Melissa's secret eye-rolling had me dying and made the whole thing feel better. Before retiring to the bedroom, my aunt gave me another hug and kiss, which I made sure to show restraint not to perv at. From her smile and body language, I couldn't help but fantasize more.
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"So tell me the real story, not the PG-13, God almighty is watching me story," my cousin jabbed as she sat very close to me. Her parents had headed to their room for the night and we sat in the living room area. I took a deep {breath and relaxed. I could tell Melissa smelled good like her mother, but she wore a fruity perfume. It made me feel goosebumps. I smiled, "what do you want to know?"
"Everything! What was it like? Not living with crazy-ass cult parents? How were the parties? I know you partied?!"
It was so strange hearing her talk this way. I had always remembered her to be super shy and super reserved, and she always made a point not to play with my other cousins and me.
"Well, that's what fucked me up," I said as I sat back. "I let all that freedom go to my head; I stopped doing homework, stopped going to school, and the first beer, I almost puked, but that changed so quickly..." I thought I would bore her, but she kept listening attentively and asking questions all the way through.
We stayed up very late talking to each other. She filled me in on her life and how her older sisters were doing. Finally, she said, "I'm so glad you're here. Ever since Christiana left on her missionary trip, I've been going fucking insane; no one to talk to about the crazy shit my dad does, and his full ire and attention are now focused on me."
"What, why? Weren't you always the goody two shoes out of all your sisters?"
