Date: Sat, 14 Mar 2020 00:51:29 -0700 From: Joe L Subject: Dreamin' About my Cuz - Chapter 4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance by name or description to anyone dead or alive is totally coincidental. This is a story about a boy having a crush on his cousin. If this offends you, if you are not of legal age or if this content is not legal inyour area, please do not read this. If you have comments, please email meat bdslider1@gmail.com. If you enjoy my stories, please consider donating to nifty.org. Their hard work helps us all enjoy these stories. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 4 Year 2 July 3rd The day is here again. Jeffers and family should be arriving any minute. It's a little different this time. I've been dreading his visit this year, which made July 3rd arrive much faster than it usually does. This year, they're staying an entire fucking week, too. I would have KILLED for two more days with Jeffers in the previous years, but this year... FUCK! I don't want him here. We had such an amazing time last year... the fair... that perfect day, and then that night... in the spa, and then more stuff in my room. It was so fucking intense. We jerked each other off the next two nights after that, still telling each other which of Bieber's body parts we wanted to cum on, but it never went further than that. Even so, he hugged me when he left, and I felt so close to him. We always used to have an anticlimactic goodbye every year, just pretending like we weren't upset, but not this year. It wasn't even a bro-hug with slapping on the back. He pressed his chest into mine and fucking EMBRACED me. In my mind, that was SO much more intimate than jerking each other off... our first serious hug. I was so sure we were on the path to something... I didn't know what it would become. It could have gone so many different ways, but it had to be SOMETHING. Then, nothing. The whole year. The first week after he left, I literally jumped every time my phone chirped with a text. It was never Jeffers. I was a little hurt at first that he didn't text me when they got home the night of the drive. I convinced myself he was just trying to play it cool and wait for a couple days before he texted. Then, after about a week, I started crying into my pillow at night. I just couldn't understand how we could be so close while he was here, and then go through an entire year with nothing... AGAIN. There's no way I could've texted him. In any relationship, there's always someone who is cooler than the other person. The cooler person HAS to initiate it. That's the fucking rules. If I texted him, it would be so fucking lame. I put him in my contacts so I could see "Jeffers" pop up if he sent anything. A few times, in the beginning, I actually tapped the "New Message" button on his contact page and just sat there staring at my phone. The thought of texting him made me want to rip my skin off. I'm such a fucking idiot. If I would have just said, "Hey, text me sometime," before he left last year, all of this could have been avoided. Everything would have been fine, and it sure as fuck would have been a less shitty year. But even then, it would have been pathetic. I picture Jeffers sneaking out of his house and going to some awesome party where he's the center of attention. The girls are all flirting with him and the guys want to get some adjacent popularity by standing near him, listening to his stories, laughing at the right parts, making funny comments... Fuck, the guys would be flirting with him, too. He has his pick of anyone he wants at the party... girl or guy. Then, on their way upstairs to an open bedroom as the music vibrates the walls, he gets this pathetic text from his pathetic cousin, and he has to stop and tell whoever he's about to fuck, "Just sec, I have to text this loser." The worst part is that my Summer Ballet Recital falls during Jeffers's visit this year for the first time. It's actually on my birthday, and everyone has to go. It's always so long, and Jeffers will be so bored. He'll probably fall asleep. I'm in three dances: the opening number and two more near the end, including a solo. It's going to be SO fucking awkward. He'll have to pretend like he had a good time and tell me how much he enjoyed it, and then I'll have to pretend to believe him. I wish they just would have skipped the visit this year. I wish they'd skip all future visits so I don't have to think about Jeffers anymore. It's too much to take, and it hurts too much. "They're here!" Mom knocks on Jocelyn's door and then does an annoying identical knock on mine. I'm staying in bed with my earbuds on. I'm not going out there to greet him at the door or even lean against the back of the couch like last year. I guess it will be the first time I've ever stayed in my room when they've arrived. He eventually busts through my doorway and slings his duffel bag on the bed he always sleeps in. "Oh, hey." I take my earbuds out and look at him. "Coley-Poley!" he says with a big smile, but I can see in his eyes that he's nervous. He comes over to me, and we have a quick awkward half-hug before he sits on the foot of my bed. Fuck, he's even sexier... his hair... his legs... even his leg hair is amazing. I'm about ten times more attracted to him than I was last year, if that's even possible. It's going to make this week a lot harder. Fuck, even his voice is sexier. Awkward seconds tick by. "So, what's new in Coley-Poley world?" He picks up one of my big toes with two fingers and jerks my leg around. "Nothing much." I pull my leg away from him, and he starts looking around the room to avoid eye contact. It's hard to be mad at someone you find so fuckin' sexy. I'm afraid a big, dopey smile will spread across my face at any time. "Nothing much?" he asks, shaking his head. "Your big ballet performance thing is in two days! Are you nervous?" "Not really." "I finally get to see my boy in tights," he says, wiggling his eyebrows. I just stare back at him. "What?" he shrugs innocently. "You know there's more to ballet than putting on a pair of tights and leaping around, right?" "Of course!" he says, fidgeting with his sunglasses. "I know you're like... really talented, and you work really hard." Another tortuous moment of silence follows, but I don't rescue him out of it. I want to send a message. He can't just act like my best friend and jerk-off buddy for a few days and then just ignore me the rest of the year. I can't take it anymore. "So, how are Olivia and McKenzie?" he asks, the nerves now obvious in his voice. I instantly get annoyed that he asks about them in the first few minutes of the visit, but maybe he's just trying to fill the void. "They go by Liv and Mac now. Umm... they're okay, I guess. I don't really see them much anymore," I say, looking down. "What happened? They were your best friends!" His mouth drops open. "Well, they quit ballet... all of a sudden, and they didn't tell me beforehand." "Why? They were so into it!" "They were getting frustrated because they weren't getting picked for the bigger parts, and they decided to quit and start a YouTube channel about makeup." "Seriously?" he laughs. "Yeah, and they turned into those bitches that just stand there, staring into their phones. They don't even look up when you talk to them. They were also really mean to some other girls at school who totally didn't deserve it. I don't call 'em Liv and Mac anymore. I call 'em Tweet and Twat." "Classic!" he laughs, but I make sure not to laugh at my own joke. Actually, the whole deal with Olivia and McKenzie really hurt me. I needed them the most during this year when I was going through the lack of contact with Jeffers again, but they turned into awful bitches. I never really called them Tweet and Twat. I thought about it, but they're the only ones that know... or suspect... that I have feelings for Jeffers. If it got around school that I was hot for my cousin, I don't know what I'd do. "So, what's new with you?" I ask after a while, finally caving in a little. "I'm the same as always," he smiles, relieved that I actually asked a question. "Happier now that I'm here." "Cool." I don't smile, and we sit in silence again. He's even cuter when he's nervous and insecure. "Looks like your mom made a lot of food," he says. "Wanna go get some?" "Sure, I'll be there in a minute," I say. "Is everything okay?" he asks. A piece of his hair falls in front of one of his eyes, and he looks more adorable than ever. I just want to jump on him, hug him as hard as I can, cry my eyes out, tell him everything, and ask him why he never texted me. "Yeah, just tired." I slightly shrug one shoulder. He eventually gets up after a few more seconds of silence and leaves the room. I feel a tear streak down my cheek. Fuck, not NOW! I slap myself in the face and shake out my arms and legs before I join everyone at the food frenzy. I run around and give hugs to my aunt and uncle, and then turn my attention to the little ones, Xavier and Hannah. I go on and on about how big and old they're looking, and then I launch into my old man routine, that always gets them giggling. The adults watch and laugh along, and I head over to the food table. I spot Jeffers sitting across the room in the corner, looking at his phone, trying not to be noticed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If you'd like to see what I think Cole and Jeffers look like, email me your thoughts on the story at bdslider1@gmail.com and I will send you G-rated pics. Check out my other stories on nifty: Backdoor Slider: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/athletics/backdoor-slider/ Mason in the Center: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/mason-in-the-center/ We Have the Summer: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/we-have-the-summer/