Chapter 1: A Little History About Kristen

I had it all planned out ... a gathering with a few close girlfriends, maybe a Sex in the City marathon, some sinfully high-calorie food, and who knows, maybe even some wine. Overall though, my plans for New Year’s Eve were to spend a relatively quiet spent with people I loved - nothing crazy.

When will I ever learn?

“Hey cuz, whatcha got planned for New Year’s?”

The smart thing for me to have done would have been to hang up the moment my cousin uttered those words. There was only one reason Kristen would be asking me such a question - she already had something planned for us. Even though at this point I had no idea whatsoever what those plans might be, there was one thing I WAS sure of, it wouldn’t be a quiet New Year’s Eve!

In case you haven’t read about me and my cousin in previous diary entries, a QUICK rundown on Kristen. She’s the only daughter of my mother’s only sister. Her asshole of a father divorced her mother when Kristen was still very young simply because he couldn’t deal with incest. He knew full well before they were married that she would continue to have sex with her father and brother-in-law (my dad whom she’s been with since high school), but apparently when the reality sunk in, he was too insecure to handle it and eventually just abandoned them, never to be heard from again.

Aunt Linda never remarried and the two of the them practically lived at our house, making Kristen more of a little sister (by two years) than a cousin. Growing up, we were extremely close but also quite competitive - she always seemed to have to one-up her older cousin be it going for a boy who was younger, wearing a dress that was sluttier, having sex earlier than me, and so forth. Although like many teenage girls we would masturbate together, it never went any further than that as in no touching each other. Even those times when we would share a boyfriend, we didn’t do anything with each other than the occasional incidental contact.

Unknown to me, when I left for college Kristen assumed my duties when it came to satisfying my dad’s needs. OK, maybe I was naive but I never dreamed my dad would be fucking my cousin, hot as she was, so I never even had a clue what was going on until the following summer. What a July 4th! Let’s just say I learned a lot about her and her mom that I didn’t know before - including how they’d been having sex since Kristen was just a little girl.

After that, we would play around at times but it never evolved into anything we did a lot. Part of it was because of the separation - I went to a private Christian college while she chose a local public university. Even Kristen will admit she’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer when it comes to academics and it didn’t help she was far more interested in the boys and parties than her studies.

In the end, I graduated with an elementary school teaching degree while Kristen dropped out her second year to pursue the one career she was sure to excel in - prostitution. Don’t get me wrong - I don’t mean she was a hooker or a streetwalker or anything like that. She works for a high class agency with standards and security and all that. Even so, I still call her a whore - something she doesn’t really appreciate but hey, I call ‘em as I see ‘em.

There have been a few times when Kristen invited me along on one of her “appointments”. Most of the time I declined but there were a couple times when, against my better judgment, I would agree. The most I care to say here about those times is that they were an ‘experience”. It wouldn’t be fair to say I didn’t have fun and enjoy myself, but at the same time certain things went way over the top so far as I was concerned. Overall, I would put them in the “been there, done that” category - fond memories to be sure but nothing to be repeated.