I grew up without much extended family; really much family at all. I am an only child, so I have no siblings. My mom and dad were both only children and so I never had any real cousins to grow up. My dad had some half brothers and sisters who had children, but they all lived on the east coast of the US, so as we all grew up we never got an opportunity to hang out.
I grew up in a bustling, beach community in Southern California, so I had plenty of friends, and a lot of girls to hang out with. I went to parties, had a few girlfriends here and there, but spent most of my time concentrating on academics. I was well-liked by the people that knew me, but I wasn’t necessarily popular.
Late in my high school years, I began a budding running career that promised to take me far in college. I was 5′ 9″, 160 lbs, and I could set out on a run and run forever. When I realized I could also fun faster than anyone else, it went from being something I did, to something I loved to do. I started winning races, not only in high school, but all over the region. Running in the year-round So Cal sunshine, made me look like I had quit school and spent all day working on my tan at the beach and went well with my bleach blonde hair. My successful running, and my beach-bum looks, greatly increased my popularity and I started getting invited to a number of parties toward the end of my senior year in high school.
I was 18 and dating a 20-year old college sophomore who had decided to stay home and attend a 4-year university. We had plenty of opportunity to have fun together, but our sex life was still building and we hadn’t “gone all the way” yet and I was itching to. I was still a virgin, although I didn’t admit it to anyone.
Amongst our regular schedule of activities were beach parties. Nothing better than a Friday night bonfire on the beach, having wine coolers or beers, grilling some hot dogs and smores, and just relaxing on a warm spring night on the beach. On this particular Thursday, I was trudging through my AP classes, but clearly my mind was focused on the next night. Gretchen and I had been invited to, what promised to be, a killer beach party. To top the night off, her parents were going to be out of town so we planned to go back to her house and, I prayed and prayed, finally have sex.
I headed out for a training run after school on Thursday, returned to my car, and glanced at my phone. There it was. Another nail in the coffin of being a horny male who was still a virgin. Gretchen had received very poor comments from a professor on a project and had to spend all weekend rewriting it; there would be no beach party, no visit to her parents, and no sex. Nothing at all. While I understood, my disappointment couldn’t be contained and I fired off a rude text back: “If you had done it right the first time, you wouldn’t have to redo it.” Had I stood even a glimmer of hope to see her that weekend, that ended it; and maybe forever.
“I need to concentrate on getting this project done. I will talk to you Monday. We need to talk.”
My attempts to apologize, be nice again, regain some standing as someone she liked, all went ignored.
Friday came and I had to endure the agony of talking to other people at school that were headed to the party that night, knowing I wouldn’t be going. Of course they all still wanted me to go, but it would suck being there by myself when everyone else was coupled up. I went for a really long run after school, returned to my car, and headed home to pout.
On my way, my mom called, “Hey John, its mom. Do you have any plans for tonight?”
“Um, yes mom, at least I might. Why,” I replied?
“Your dad’s half-sister is in from New York and called us out of the blue to see if they could stay with us for two nights. She’s here looking at colleges with your cousin and I thought maybe you’d like to go to dinner,” she said.
“I have a cousin,” I asked my mom, confused?
“Well, she’s your dad’s, half-sister’s, daughter, so she’s about as close to a cousin as you can get,” my mom explained.
“Oh, well, first, that doesn’t sound like fun. Second, I am just headed home from a run, and I was going to run by In-n-Out for a burger, so no. I don’t want to go. I’m tired.”
“Okay, okay. Well, I guess we’ll see you when we get back. Text me if you change your mind and I’ll tell you where we’re eating.”
I headed to grab a burger. I ate inside so it would take more time. I wanted to make sure I got home after everyone had left. Whoever this cousin was, I was in no mood to meet them and pretend that I wanted to be there. I wanted to be at the beach with Gretchen and I was still dealing with the fact that I might never be with Gretchen again.
I pulled into the driveway and headed into the house. My parent’s house is pretty large. The upper story is the main living area with 3 bedrooms at one end of the house and their master suite at the other end. There is a large area downstairs, that includes a spacious family room/home theater, and a separate bedroom and bathroom with a private entrance. My 18th birthday present, was my mom and dad let me move into the downstairs and, effectively, have my own place; well away from them.
Once inside, I jumped in a hot shower, through on some boxers, no shirt, and headed upstairs to find something to snack on; my hunger was never fully satisfied. I popped through the upstairs door and into the kitchen, my back to the family room, I started rifling through the fridge to see what I could scrape up. “Hello John,” a female voice said, scaring the shit out of me.
I jumped out of my skin, spun around to face the voice and simultaneously yelled, “What the fuck? Who are you?”
My heart racing at about 200 beats per minute. The fact that I was staring at a young woman, and not an ax murderer straight out of a cheap horror movie, calmed me down a little bit, but I had no idea who this person was. “I’m Kathy. Your cousin from New York,” she explained. “I’m sorry I startled you. I thought you knew I’d be here and, from the way you jumped, and the way you’re dressed, you didn’t.”
“Oh shit. Sorry. Um. Let me get dressed,” I said.
“No. No. That’s okay. Be comfortable,” she quipped.
Rather than debate the point, I darted back downstairs, threw on some jeans and a sweatshirt, and started to head back upstairs. As I did, I had to ask myself whether I had really seen what I thought I just saw. Taking a deep breath, I trotted back upstairs to officially meet Kathy and see if it was true.
“Hi, I’m John. Again, sorry about that. I really thought you had gone out to dinner with my parents.”
“It is totally fine John. It is not something I haven’t seen before,” Kathy laughed. “I decided to save myself from all that boring adult shit, stay home, and see what you were up to.”
As she stood there and talked, I thought to myself, “Damn. You were definitely right.” She was smoking hot. She was about 5′ 4″ tall, had long, dark, straight hair, big tits that were pushing their way out of her deep, v-neck shirt, and a short skirt. I wanted to bury my face in her cleavage. Her face was cute as hell, her piercing eyes were mesmerizing. “Why the hell didn’t my parents introduce us before,” I laughed to myself?