I was in my last year of high school when my parents were both tragically killed in a car accident. Being an only child, I went to live with my Aunt Jackie and my cousin Jill. My Uncle had passed away the year before due to illness, so it had been a very difficult period of time for all of us, but a natural normal fit when I went to live with them.
Jill and I had always been close cousins growing up, and the fact we didn't live very far from one another made it easier for us to see one another during those years. Jill was in fact just three month's older than I was, though she seemed to enjoy holding that silly fact over my head most of my life.
As for my Aunt, she looked a lot like my mother, and reminded me of her in many ways, though unlike my mother, my Aunt Jackie was a lot more liberal and open-minded about several things, including allowing my cousin and I to entertain having friends over provided nothing got seriously out of hand. That wasn't really an option for me however, as I had left most of my semi-close friends behind after graduation, and hadn't really been seeing or dating anyone.
After the accident, I continued going to the same school I'd been going to as I did have my own car, which I appreciated in not having, or wanting to transfer to the same school my cousin Jill was then attending. In time things seemed to finally settle down into some semblance of normalcy once again, though with the uncertainty of a future ahead of me as far as continuing my education, and needing/wanting to help my Aunt out financially, it soon appeared that I'd have to remain living with them for a while yet even after graduating from school.
Jill was in the same place as I was of course, working what was then a part-time job in order to help out, all the while trying to save up enough money to hopefully begin attending college the following year. And though my Aunt had a fairly decent job, she often worked long hours and often came home late in the evenings, requiring that Jill and I both help out around the house as well in order to keep things livable and pleasant for all of us under the circumstances.
It was funny in a way, I certainly didn't look on Jill as being like a sister, though that first year together that I lived there made it seem a little like that. But not having had any kind of sibling, growing up with, Jill was for me more friend than cousin even. And I know that Jill felt very much the same way. We could talk, share things with one another more like friends than even a brother or sister would certainly share, and sometimes those discussions could get pretty interesting.
Jill was fairly tall for a woman at just under five foot ten, another one of those things we teased one another about as I was exactly five foot ten, so there was but a hairs breath separating us height wise, though all she had to do was fashion her long dark hair just a little to make her appear taller than I was. We had the same color of hazel eyes to match the dark colored hair, and during that last year living together had actually passed as twins whenever we'd gone out as a family. Something that Jill and I often got a kick out of as passing off as the truth. And though she was indeed my cousin, I couldn't help but periodically notice the obvious differences, especially as we grew up. Jill had a knockout body with full breasts and the cutest tight ass I'd ever seen which she loved showing off during the summer when she wore those tight fitting cut-off jeans she was hardly ever out of.
But lets face it, looking and appreciating was one thing, imagining was something else entirely, which remained my personal never approached and never acted upon little secret.
Though we had both been seeing and dating other people on and off, nothing had been very serious, and as I was only then beginning to consider the possibility of eventually joining the service and seeing the world, I certainly wasn't looking to be getting involved in any long-term relationships. And ever since graduation when I found myself tied more to my Aunt's home rather than around my old stomping grounds, things had dried up for me considerably as far as having a girlfriend went.
I knew Jill had been seeing and dating one guy for several month's now, and had met him a couple of times whenever he'd come by the house to pick her up for a date, or spend some time hanging around the house. Personally, I didn't see what Jill saw in the guy as I thought he was a bit of a self-centered conceited jerk, but I kept those thoughts pretty much to myself.
As was usually the case for us on a Friday night, my Aunt Jackie was still at work and wouldn't be home until late. Jill had gone out with her boyfriend to a drive-in movie, leaving me home alone, dateless at the moment though I almost preferred it that way as I didn't have a lot of money to be throwing away on dates at the moment anyway. About the only thing I'd been dating was my right hand, and had pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I'd be doing so again this night, though I was actually looking forward to some self-time alone, a good porn movie which I had a few secretly stashed away that no one knew anything about.
Though I had my own room across the hall and a few feet away from my Aunt's room, we only had the one TV set which was in the den downstairs from the upper bedrooms. This allowed for a certain amount of privacy with Jill's bedroom being the only other room downstairs besides the washroom and another full bath. I figured I easily had a couple of hours to amuse myself in as my Aunt never got home before nine on a Friday night anyway, and with Jill having gone to see a double feature at the drive-in putting her in well past midnight.
So it was that I eventually settled in to enjoy myself, watch a dirty movie, have a nice little cum, and then head off to bed in preparation for a days work of landscaping where I made a little extra money in helping out around the house.
Then all hell broke loose.
I had worn only a bathrobe, something I could slip in and out of easily if needs be on the one hand, and on the other, allowing me quick and comfortable access as I began pleasuring myself while watching the rather erotic movie I was currently enjoying.
I didn't hear the door open upstairs, as Jill had come in through the front door. So I was totally unaware of her even being there, and as I now know she thought me to be upstairs in my own room, she had headed directly downstairs towards her own.
With the layout being the way it was, Jill wouldn't have known I was even in the den until reaching the bottom of the steps and turning the corner to head down the hall towards her room. As she did however, she was able to look into the den and see me sitting there, though my back was towards her as I sat on the couch, but what she obviously could see was the dirty movie I had playing on the TV.
The next thing I know is that she's standing there in front of me, tears streaming down her face, this horrified expression glaring at me as I glance up only now realizing I'm no longer alone, cock in hand busily and happily stroking it.
"You're all alike aren't you?" Jill nearly screams at me, "All you can think about is sex!" Suddenly she turns and disappears from the den in a dead run towards her bedroom. I sit there stupidly for a moment trying to gather my wits about me, as well as the robe I was no longer wearing, stood up turning off the TV, and listened. I immediately walked down the hall towards her room, stood outside for a moment and could hear the sounds of her crying coming from inside.
"Jill please, I think we need to talk," I spoke through the door at her. "What's wrong? What happened?"
I knew there was a hell of a lot more to all this than her just coming home and finding me jerking off. She'd been crying for a lot longer than those few moments when she'd entered the den, though obviously crying fresh tears now as I stood hopelessly outside her door.
"Leave me alone!" she cried out once again. So I did. I quietly made my way up to my own room and went to bed, though I lay there in the dark for a considerable amount of time wondering at what the hell it was that had really happened before finally falling asleep.
The following morning I came downstairs to grab a cup of coffee and some toast prior to heading out and meeting up with the guys I worked with. As usual, my Aunt was already up having a cup herself and reading the paper out on the deck. Jill was nowhere to be seen, but it was early yet, and she was no doubt still in bed.
"Morning Aunt Jack," which is what I had always affectionately called her, leaning over to give her a quick kiss on the forehead as I also always usually did.
"Good morning Brian," she answered back lowering her eyeglasses as she peered over the tops of them towards me. "Anything interesting happen last night?" she asked inquisitively now staring at me.
I almost drowned on that first sip of coffee I had just barely poured into my mouth. "What?" I managed to say sitting down before I fell down into my seat. "What do you mean?"
"Jill," she said simply. "I barely caught her this morning before she was out the door for a run."
"Ah oh," I thought to myself. Though Jill had actually been active in school on the track team, and then later on in gymnastics, ever since graduating, the only time she ever ran in the morning was when something was bothering her. And usually, the earlier she got up to run, the more she seemed to be bothered by something. "When did she leave?" I asked.
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