Semua Bab “Daddy, Will You Ever Love Me?”: Bab 291 - Bab 300

So...My cousin Greg moved back home with his mother after being distant from the rest of us for the past three years. Let me explain: I grew up being raised by my mother on the second floor of our three family house. My grandparents live on the first floor, while my aunt Lauren lives on the third floor. Greg is five years older than me, but we have always gotten along. He had moved out three years ago to go live with his girlfriend. During those years, he was distant from us. We were all excited when he decided to move back home.During my high school years, Greg spent a lot of time in my mother and I's apartment. He would babysit me when my mom had to work crazy hours. He and my mother would spend a lot of time together. She would help him study when he struggled with studying to becoming an electrician. Whenever he was around, my friends would always want to come hang out. Greg has the looks of a rock star and the body of an athlete. Besides being the hottest guy my friends and I ha

Greg disagreed with my take on the situation. Then, he asked, "Are you ready to get out of this dump? Let's go hang out so you can put your head on my lap."Again, Greg got me to smile. As we headed out the door, I turned to the servers and stuck my tongue out while giving them the finger. He was right; they had no regard for my feelings. We made some sandwiches when we got to his apartment and headed off to his bedroom. When we were done eating, Greg asked, "Do you mind if I change into some shorts?"I was sitting on his bed when he asked, and I joked, "It's your house. Do whatever makes you comfortable." I watched him open a drawer and grab a pair of shorts. Then, he undid his jeans and stripped down to his underwear. My brain told me to look away, but I couldn't. Seeing him standing there almost nude had me mesmerized.Greg laughed and told me, "Do you want to take a picture or something? You're staring kinda hard." I knew I was turning red. I jokingly grabbed my phone, pretending

My mother loved Greg, as a matter of fact, everyone loved Greg. Normally, people would be jealous of the attention always being on someone else. I never felt that way. Mostly because I have been crushing on him my entire life. But Greg was everything I wasn't. Outgoing, personable, handsome, confident, and likable. I was likable, but none of those other things. I am an introvert who is likable. I am not, however, confident, nor do I have the personality that Greg has. My mother asked, "What is Greg doing tonight? I really need to catch up with him. I haven't gotten to spend any time with him since he moved back home. We used to be so close. I miss him." I told my mother that he was going out drinking, and I agreed to chauffeur him around to keep him out of trouble. My mother said, "Good. We don't need him getting into an accident and messing that gorgeous face of his up." My mother's comment made me giggle. It sounded like I wasn't the only one who had a crush.Greg came down at seven

I don't know how much of it he had in me, but what he was doing was manageable, and I felt good. He lowered his lips to mine. Our kissing picked up where we left off when this all started. He grabbed my hands, intertwining our fingers as he raised them above my head and pinning me to the bed. Our kissing, along with his slow thrusting, had me grinding under him. Then I felt him push further into me. I tried to break our kiss to tell him that it was starting to hurt, but he wouldn't break our kiss. He was picking up his pace and continued to push through my insides. Then, it happened. With one final thrust, he slammed all the way into me. It felt like he tore the walls of my vagina. He broke from our kiss as I tried to regain my breath. "Does it feel good," he asked. Then he pulled back a little and slowly pushed it back.I caught my breath, "Fuck! Greg! I can't believe you fit that thing inside of me. Just go slow with me, please." The longer he was still, the more my body adjusted to

For the next three years, I swore off dating. I worked twelve-hour days, went to recovery meetings every day, and continued with therapy. In other words, I forgot about myself and kept busy distracting myself from thinking about anything else.Things changed once my sister moved out of state for college a few months ago. I worried that I was going into a downward spiral now that I had neither my mother nor my sister around. I lived in the three bedroom house that I grew up in my entire life, and owned it outright with no mortgage. As my thirtieth birthday approached, my father reached out to me. He said he wanted to see how I was doing and if I'd like to spend time with him on my birthday. I had become an introvert and a thinker before I do things. When I used to drink, I tended to go with the flow. I no longer had alcohol to help me through the awkward times. Instead of responding when I got the text, I thought about it all day. As the night went on, I decided to text my father back,