Author's note: This is the true story of my first sexual experience. Everything is true, except for the last name of my cousins, who I changed for discretional purposes. I'd appreciate any and all comments, as this is my first story, and I really did think it was fitting to start with my first time.
I remember so well that first night. It was a week before Christmas, and I was spending the holiday at my cousin Michelle's house. My parents had taken me up to Baltimore for the week so that I could go college hunting. I had already been accepted to John's Hopkins', and had a pending Harvard acceptance. But, naturally, I had to check out all the other schools up in Virginia, Delaware, and all those other Chesapeake states. Something about "sticking close to family".
If only I had known just how close I'd be to family in the near future.
Unfortunately, when we got up there, my dad got a call from work, and he and my mum ended up taking the first flight back to Tallahassee. So, I was left to room with Michelle and her husband, Tom.
Now, Tom was an undisputed family pervert. At 42, he was in average shape, but it was common knowledge that he and Michelle had a dismal marriage. He just didn't like the 'mature' ladies. So, naturally, he sought out the easiest prey: young women in the family under 30. At the time, that consisted of me and my two cousins, who were in college down in Tennessee.
There were countless family stories that I had heard about that sicko since I was about 13.
"Oh yes, Adele, sweetie. The reason Amanda came to live with Michelle was because Tom is her biological father."
"Adele, be sure not to mention Amanda at the Easter party. Michelle caught her and Tom having sex, and now Amanda's run off to join the army."
"Adele, pull your collar up a little more. You don't want that creep to think you are flirting with him."
But, the funny thing was, all these rumors ever did for me was to serve the purpose of making me even more attracted to him.
I remember when I was 16, I reached past him on the couch to "grab a pillow". And I "accidentally" grabbed his crotch. But come on, how could you blame me? I was 16, had this rather well built (and definitely well hung) man was setting my hormones raging.
After that, there were a few more incidents, but that was the first time I really think he actually started seriously considering the possibility of screwing me.
And now, here I was at the Vandervliss' doorstep, waiting for the dreaded six-day stay with my prude-of-a cousin, and her forbidden husband.
Between that Easter party at 16, and now, I had pretty much forgotten about him. My parents must have, or else they never would have let me stay with Tom. I had been furiously working on my studies (psychology, and its eventual basis behind court rulings), and because of that, had never focused much on the far-away guy. Also, as a side-effect, my virginity had remained stubbornly intact. I mean, who wants to get pregnant when they are applying to Harvard?
But now, when he came to the door, Tom had this leer on his face, and as he directed it towards me, all those curious, deviant feelings of two years ago came rushing back, and I had to gasp for breath. Thankfully, I had calmed myself by the time Michelle appeared in the doorway.
"Tom, don't make her stand there! It's freezing outside!
"Oh right, sorry." He said, the grin sliding off of his face at her shrill voice.
He stood aside as I walked in, and just barely swayed my hips in an all-too-inviting manner. I hoped furiously that he had noticed.
They told me where to put my bags, and Michelle said that she had to go to her mother in the retirement home, because there was a Christmas activity night that she was supervising. She told me that dinner was in the fridge, and told Tom to show me where the kitchen was.
