Novel & Cerita Cousin Stories

"Listen, if you don't tell her, I'll be forced to, and trust me, I don't have the best way of narration without making you into a bad person" "I'm not even sure yet about what you want me to tell her but yes, I'll do it. You don't have to go all apeshit on me, cousin" Hunter growled and my eyes went wide. Cousin! What! Hunter and Liam are related. "What's going on here?" I interrupted their conversation. "Nothing you should worry about, gorgeous. You look beautiful this morning" Liam complimented and I was forced to smile. "Thank you. What's going on?" I asked again when it appeared as though they were both ignoring my question

"Don't even suggest it." "I can't wait to meet the rest of this family. The Joneses are much more exciting than the Willises ever were or have been." She leads me to a downed tree and we sit on the rough bark. My gym shorts do little to stop the wood from prickling my ass. "Not all of them," Kimbra explains. "I told you my cousin Scarlett is perfect. Well, her side of the family wouldn't say fuck if their lives depended on it. One time Kevin got them to play Cards Against Humanity just so he could hear our aunt cuss."

The sort couples do when they’re dating. Yeah, no big deal. Just my mouth. On his. In front of an ailing patriarch and a family full of snoops. Casual. ‘You’re not joking?’ I asked, even though I already knew the answer. ‘I’m not.’ I opened my mouth. Closed it. Tried again. I probably looked like a dying goldfish on land. ‘My cousin tried something similar,’ he said. ‘Hired a girl to play the girlfriend act. It was Christmas Eve, the whole family was there. They fooled no one. His mum cut off his allowance for three years. Till he brought home a real girlfriend.’

Gavin sighed and ran his hand through his hair, " Try rough life, it's my mom again and she's trying to set me up with another one of her snotty friends' daughters. The last one I went on a date with was dumber than a spoon. I'm not fucking doing that anymore." " Ah, now that I'm married, Zia Cara and Mom are going to be expending all their energy on getting you a wife. I love it." Gavin or Gavino was my cousin but we grew up more like brothers, I was six months older than him but most people assumed we were twins. We had the same jet-black hair, blue eyes, and height, although I liked to think I was slightly taller.

Lauren Keisha doesn’t interrupt me. She just shifts slightly on the couch, tucking one leg under herself, fully facing me. “Okay,” she says softly. “Tell me everything.” So I do. I inhale slowly, bracing myself. “It wasn’t just some random woman,” I begin. “It was my cousin.” Her forehead wrinkles. “Your what?” “My cousin. Julia.” Her jaw drops. “Oh, hell no.” I almost smile through the heaviness.

“It was the sugar, not me.” “It was you,” came the chorus from three different directions. Laughter broke like waves, shaking the table. I smiled, but it was thin. My fork idled over the roasted potatoes on my plate. They went on like that, one story spilling into the next. A cousin talked about getting caught sneaking out to fish at the lake. uncle Mark told about a time a goat had gotten into the house and refused to leave. A small girl with bright eyes interrupted halfway through to remind everyone that she had never done anything that silly, and the table roared again.

“ Missed you? You have got to be joking?” “ I heard you had a bouncing baby boy and a girl on the way so I had to come see for myself.” “ Who told you that?” “ Does it matter?” “ of course it matters who told you” “ your mother told my mother who told me. There now you know gossip travels fast” he chuckled “ well, leave because you’re not welcome here” “ How dare you? Is this how your mate wants you to treat your family?” “ you aren’t family” “ Oh but I am. Cousin.”

I met my cousins, my uncles and my aunts; they told me that I had no Grandparents because they had died many years ago. My Robinson aunt also came, that one who was friends with Taylor, the one who brought her home when I saw her first on Christmas. I discovered that my family was unique in their way: I have a cousin who’s allergic to anything but kind and very smart. Her name was Roxanne. A talkative aunt who’s very good at narrating stories. She told me the stories of my family background, ancestors to ancestors, but let me tell you, it felt too real like she saw it the day before!

I would like to share a story as well as ask for some advice from the experts in this group. This has been scaring me as well as my mother. It started around two years ago and had been continuing for some time. I’m talking about my younger brother, but before I start with him, I’ll begin with my cousin. It all started with her. There are eight of us cousins on Mama’s side, and let me introduce you to our eldest cousin named Francine. She is so demure, quiet, and very studious. But she’s not the type of quiet as in stoic. She also knows how to socialize, but in an educated kind of way.

"This is more entertaining than romance novels. Those who called Madam a vixen are all soggy-ass cucumbers!" "Now that the exams are finally over, I'm going to watch all the videos I missed. I've only been gone for a while. How could so many things have happened?" "Is there anyone out there who knows about them? Come out and tell us their story. Was it love at first sight, or was it something that happened over a long period?" "My cousin's wife's friend's uncle's daughter is a nanny in a rich person's house. She said…" "What did she say? Oh, just spill it already! I'll curse you with seven years of bad luck if you don't!"