I have not seen my cousin Sheri in years. She lives in another state too far away to see her more then every so often, mostly funerals and special family picnics. When my mother told me that Sheri was coming to our family picnic last week, I was shocked. The last time I saw her was at a family funeral 6 years ago. Well that is another story, to be told at another time.
My mother, my aunt Kay, my cousin Kathleen and I were going to breakfast the morning Sheri came back to our area. As we arrived at my favorite restaurant, I was surprised to see my cousin Sheri with our aunt Kay. Sheri smiled a heart-warming smile at me and we hugged.
Let me describe Sheri. She is a few inches shorter then I am (I am 6 foot tall). She has long black hair. She has big beautiful breasts, at least a C or D cup, no lie. She is very striking and turns heads everywhere she goes. She is so feminine and wears a perfume that drives me wild. If she were not my cousin, I would marry her in a heartbeat.
My mom aunt and cousin Kathleen all climbed the stairs to the restaurant. I felt like a very luck man as Sheri turned from me and followed them up the stairs. I went last so I could admire the nicely round behinds of all these beautiful women. Sheri slipped on a step and I caught her in my arms.
“Oh.” Sheri said in surprise.
My arms wrapped around her, holding her soft body in my hands. We smiled at each other as her arm slowly disengaged from behind my neck. I slowly released her.
“Thanks.” She said smiling seductively.
I felt my heart skip a beat.
Breakfast was uneventful except for catching up on each other’s lives. I found out Sheri was getting a divorce. I felt sorry for her because what man would let a fine catch like Sheri get away? I would have done everything in my power to keep her, if I was her husband.
Throughout breakfast, I found myself constantly looking up at Sheri. Every time I did, she returned my stare with a smile. Nobody else seemed to notice or if they did, they did not mention it.
My cousin Kathleen asked where Sheri was going to spend the night. I guess everyone, including me, assumed she would be spending the night at her mom’s house, right next door to my aunt Kay’s (aunt Kay has a twin and they live in a big house that is converted into a townhouse). “I don’t really know where I am going to spend the night. Does anyone have a room to spare?” Sheri asked, half serious, half kidding.
“You could spend the night at my house. After all I have 2 spare rooms that barely get used.” I said.
“That sounds good to me. Thanks Mike.” Sheri said smiling.
Kathleen looked back and forth at us for a moment. She seemed to understand the sexual tension that was going on between us. My aunt Kay smiled but ate her breakfast. She must have known about Sheri and me. After all, it is not as if I have not had sex with either Kathleen or aunt Kay in the past. They know me pretty well, maybe too well.
After breakfast, everyone stood on the parking lot, talking, making plans on what to do with the rest of the Saturday. Sheri had come with my cousin Kathleen who was ready to go shopping with my mom & aunt.
“So, Sheri do you want to go with me or Mike?” Kathleen asked.
I looked at Sheri for an answer.
“Could you take me to my mom’s house to grab some clothes and stuff?” She asked looking in my direction.
“Sure no problem.” I said smiling.
Kathleen looked at us both. It was hard to tell but maybe there was a hint of jealousy. Kathleen has been single for a while and it has been a month since the last time we had sex. She was busy being a nurse and all.
“Ok, I’ll see you two later.” Kathleen said and hugged me then hugged Sheri.
Everyone got into their cars and went their separate ways.
I used my remote key and unlocked my car. Sheri got in the passenger side and I got in the driver side. We smiled and looked at each other for a moment in silence. I put the key in the ignition and started the car. I turned the air conditioner on high and waited a moment for it to kick in before pulling out of the parking lot. The tension in the car was so thick it was stifling.
I took some back roads to my aunt Mandy’s house.
“I’m sorry to hear about the divorce it must be pretty hard.” I said, grasping for conversation and saying the first thing that came to my mind.
“It’s ok. We tried couples therapy and everything but nothing seemed to work.” Sheri said.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking but what happened between you two? You seemed pretty happy the last time I saw you but that was what 6 or 7 years ago?” I said.
“Yeah it was a long time ago. Ummmm, I don’t know. Our relationship lacked passion. I guess to be honest I realized I wasn’t in love with him. You know how mom is religious and stuff. She pretty much pushed me into this marriage and at the time I felt like if I didn’t go through with the marriage that I might end up old and alone.” Sheri said.
I nodded my head as I drove the car through the series of curves and turns in the country road. The day was peaceful, sunny. I felt happy for some reason even though I felt sad for Sheri.
“Love sure isn’t an easy thing.” I said.
“You got that right.” Sheri said.
She turned her head and watched the creak on her side of the road that ran parallel to the road. She sighed.
I reached my right arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to me. I kept my arm around her shoulder. She patted my arm.
“Thanks.” Sheri said and buried her head in my chest.
I heard her crying into my chest and my heart broke for her. If the road was any bigger or had any room to pull over, I would have done so at that moment. We were close to her mom’s house though so I kept us going.
I patted her head and said, “It will be alright. You are a very beautiful woman. Any man would be crazy to let you get away!”
Sheri brought her head back from my chest and smiled up at me with tears still in her eyes.
We arrived at her mom’s house and I parked the car beside the house. Sheri got out and came back a few minutes later with a couple of suitcases. I popped the trunk from inside the car and got out to help.
“Wow that was quick!” I commented.
“I wasn’t really planning to stay with mom and dad. I had enough years of living with them. I just need to be myself. You know how religious they can be. I love them and all but, I need my freedom. I cannot stand being under their rules every time I come back here. That is why I don’t visit as often as I would like to.” Sheri says.
“I can understand that.” I reply.