Chapter 1: Cousins and Aunts

Overall I’ve got to admit that I’ve been a pretty lucky girl for most of my life. Born into a great family, I had two loving parents who were a daily reminder as to how a Christian marriage should function. We weren’t filthy rich but then again it wasn’t like I ever remember any real financial worries. For instance, sure we didn’t have yacht but there was always a nice ski-boat for summer. Thanks to my dad I was able to attend a great private Christian college without the burden of enormous student loans. OK, I will even admit to being a little spoiled although I’d like to think it never got to the point of being rotten. Overall, I’m not complaining!

That all said, if I was pushed to come up with one thing that I feel cheated on, it would be not having any siblings. My mom had a rough delivery with me and the doctors warned her that it would likely kill her if she had any more children. Oh sure, being an only child definitely has its benefits. No hand-me-downs and I’ve always gotten about anything I wanted. But those are all physical benefits whereas I think by not having a brother or sister I lost out on a lot more, if less tangible. When I see my friends, especially as they get older, come to appreciate the relationships they have with their sisters and brothers, I have to wonder what it would have been like to have brother or sister myself. Of course, there is the added benefit of having a brother around for more interesting things... (or a sister for that matter).

My mom had a younger sister growing up and I guess it’s hearing about how they did so many things together that makes me wish at times that I had a sister as well. As things turned out, my Aunt Linda herself had only one child before her divorce. My cousin was a girl as well so neither sister produced a son. Come to think about it, in all my immediate family there has been only one boy produced versus six girls in my generation!

Without a father and a husband at home, it sort of fell to my dad to act as a surrogate to my aunt and cousin. Of course he could never be a true husband to my aunt, at least from an emotional perspective, but he DID try to help with her sexual needs as best he could. He was like a father to Kristi - and as she got older that relationship developed in ways that hopefully would have been had she had a “real” father.

Kristi and I practically grew up as sisters as she and my aunt seemed to always be over at our house. In some ways I guess Kristi is the sister I never really had - and the same for her with me. Even today it’s like we?re inseparable. In fact, because we?re always together and had similar reputations back in high school, people who don’t really know us all that well often make the mistaken assumption that we ARE sisters. The reality is that we are actually quite the opposites in many ways.

Take our physical appearances as an example. I’m a natural brunette who changed to blonde a few years ago. Kristi is a blonde who changed to a brunette, going almost black recently. Whereas my body is at best “Average? in most departments, Kristi has this crazy perky figure which makes people often mistake her to be anywhere from two to four years younger than she really is (she’s twenty-two now and still gets carded everywhere, even the R-rated movies). Her boobs are perfect and her legs incredible with a smile that makes boys melt like butter in a microwave oven. I’ve always been a little heavier compared to her, not fat by any means but never as naturally thin as Kristi. The girl can eat anything and never put on a pound! Whereas flirting just seems to come natural for her, I have to TRY to flirt and while I think I do a pretty darn good job at it, it’s not without some effort.

One area we really differ is not so much from the neck down but upwards. I’ve pretty much always maintained a 4.0 average while Kristi passed thanks to having horny teachers. I enjoy using men for fun and pleasure but it’s me calling the shots whereas Kristi seems to have an inherent need for a man to take care of her. I readily admit to having used my body to get things but it’s been for things I WANT. Kristi, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest to use her body to get the things she NEEDS; hence her relatively short career as a prostitute - which she only quit after some pretty intense pressure from her mom.

Then there’s sex. Like duh. While we both LOVE it and even competed at times in school as to who was the biggest slut, there’s actually quite a few differences between us in that department as well. One area in particular is masturbation. Kristi claims I’m some sort of a masturbation freak, LOL. While of course she does it now and then, she seems to think I’m more than a little bit weird because I do it at least two or three times a day. Even when she DOES masturbate, she prefers a dildo or a vibrator whereas I’m a finger girl all the way.

A key difference between us in terms of sex is one so great that it’s even threatened our relationship at times. I mentioned earlier that Kristi worked as a prostitute for a while, making a bundle of money but at the same time, at least in MY opinion, she degrading herself by doing things I would NEVER even fantasize about, let alone actually DO. Of course she saw it quite differently. Still, it’s a one line I refuse to cross. To me, being a slut is sexy and fun. Sluts use their bodies to get the things THEY wants. Being a whore means you?re selling your body to anyone willing to pay so he can get the things HE wants. That’s quite a difference, at least in my book.