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Subject: Dreamin' About my Cuz - Chapter 8 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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 me at ail. If you enjoy my stories, please consider donating to . Their hard work helps us all enjoy these stories. ----~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 8 Year 2 July 9th I wake up in the morning, disoriented, with a strange sensation. The back of my head is flat against the mattress, and my cheek is smashed against Jeffers's chest. I open my eyes and see that there's a big slobbery spot near his nipple. I hope he doesn't think I was sucking it during the night. I watch his eyes open and he immediately kisses me. I wish I could wake up to this every morning, but he's leaving... today... in a matter of minutes. His family is planning on leaving as soon as they get up and have breakfast. *quot;Hannah, Xavier, Jeffers! Everyone up! Five minutes!*quot; Aunt Joyce's voice jolts us out of bed. We stand up and both quickly put on baggy sweatpants and giant t-shirts to hide our morning wood... or maybe wood from that wake-up kiss. I sleepily watch some Sunday morning politics show with my parents on the couch while those that are leaving quickly scarf down breakfast. I try to play it cool, yawning and groaning while trying my best not to look at Jeffers. My heart is aching. I feel it all over my body. I've been so lost in the euphoria of kissing him the last couple of days, I haven't really thought about what happens after he leaves... Wait, what happens when he leaves? What if I don't get to say goodbye to him? It's going to be awkward and suspicious to close my bedroom door while he packs. I stay on the couch and pretend to fall back asleep so no one will talk to me. I eventually hear Jeffers head back down the hall to my room, but I say still. Everyone is shouting at each other from different rooms, and Xander and Hannah are running everywhere, giving everyone goodbye kisses. There's only one person I want a goodbye kiss from. As we gather around the front door to see Jeffers and family out, he stops and sets down his bag. *quot;Lemme check if I left anything in Coley-Poley's room.*quot; This is what he's come up with. It's perfect. *quot;I'll help,*quot; I say while everyone else moves out to the driveway. We set foot inside my room and he grabs me for a deep, longing kiss. He's already longing for me. He pulls back, and we lock eyes. I want to tell him so badly that I love him, but I freeze. Every part of my body starts to hurt, and I start to tremble. What if this is something real? What if he's just getting off with his cousin while he's here just for somethin' to do? He smiles, but there's pain behind it. *quot;Coley-Poley, you'd better not fucking cry!*quot; he whispers with a laugh. *quot;I won't.*quot; I shake my head. *quot;We're going to text. We're going to talk... We're going to be a part of each other's lives now!*quot; He shakes my shoulders. *quot;I know.*quot; I smile and give him one more kiss. *quot;I'm not going out to the driveway... just in case.*quot; *quot;Okay,*quot; he says, exhaling deeply. *quot;See ya in a year!*quot; I shove him and we laugh. *quot;See ya in a few hours when I FaceTime your pretty little face!*quot; He pinches my cheek and I swat his hand away. He smiles over his shoulder at me as he heads down the hall, and I carefully wait until I hear him go through the front door before I slink escort bayan back to the TV room. Mom appears in the entryway. *quot;Are you going to church with us?*quot; she asks. *quot;Jocelyn said that Hannah and Xavier kept her up half the night!*quot; *quot;I think I'll go back to bed, too. Jeffers and I talked for a really long time last night. I didn't get to sleep until after three.*quot; *quot;What did you talk about?*quot; *quot;Really Mom?*quot; I roll my eyes. *quot;Jeffers just wanted to stay up really late so he could sleep in the car on the ride home.*quot; *quot;Okay, but you're going to church next Sunday!*quot; She grabs me and messes the hair on the top of my head because she knows I hate it. I squirm away from her and step to the front window to watch them leave. I see Jeffers getting in the car. He has a pained expression on his face. He doesn't see me. He wipes away tears from one eye and then the other. Holy fucking shit. I've never seen him cry before. I can't believe I'm the one that held it together... but not for long. I feel the deep, sobbing heaves quickly rise up from inside of me, and I dart from the room, holding my breath. I bite my lip hard and turn on some music in my room and then let it all go, face down into my pillow. Somehow, it feels SO good... the pleasure-pain. He fucking CRIED over me! Out of all the amazing things he's done for me on this trip alone, somehow, crying for ME blows them all away. I check my phone, and he's texted me the emoji with hearts for eyes. I stare at the screen in disbelief. I actually have a text from Jeffers. The days, weeks and months that have dragged by... that I've longed for that ONE THING from him... and here it is... one perfect emoji. I knew he was going to text me, but I can't believe it's right in front of me. I quickly text him back three kissing emojis, and I get the salivating, happy emoji. I lie in bed, waiting until I'm sure my parents have left for church. I wish I could just go back to sleep, but that's impossible now. I head out to the kitchen and pour myself a bowl of cereal and spot Jocelyn sleepily sipping a cup of coffee. She looks at me, shakes her head and smiles. *quot;What?*quot; I ask, pouring the milk. *quot;You guys sure had fun last night.*quot; *quot;Sorry if we kept you up. We may have gotten a little too loud talking and laughing,*quot; I respond so coolly that I convince myself nothing was going on. *quot;Uhh... sure. You guys were moaning so much, I had to tell Xavier and Hannah that you both had a tummy ache.*quot; She smiles evilly before taking another big slurp from her coffee. I turn my bowl of cereal over, and some milk and hundreds of Cheerios spill onto the counter. I quickly pick them up and put them back in my bowl. I wipe up the milk, trying desperately to think of something to say. *quot;Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone,*quot; she says, looking out the window at nothing. *quot;Do you think Xavier and Hannah will tell Aunt Joyce or Uncle Garland?*quot; *quot;I don't think so. They didn't know what was really going on.*quot; I thump down in a chair and try to eat my cereal with all of the blood in my body pooling in my cheeks. I've never been very close to Jocelyn. She's a senior in high school this year, and she's always just been far enough in age from me growing up that we've had nothing in common. We never played together. We never talked about anything serious. We hardly ever fought; we just normally kept to ourselves. *quot;So, what was going on?*quot; *quot;W-what do you mean?*quot; *quot;Were you guys just getting off or was it something more?*quot; *quot;Just getting...*quot; I can't get the last word out of my throat. *quot;That goodbye kiss this morning sounded like something more,*quot; she smiles. *quot;Fuck!*quot; My head thumps down on my arms. I can't look at her ever again. I kocaeli escort bayan can't look at anyone ever again. *quot;Are you in love with him?*quot; she asks. *quot;Huh?*quot; *quot;I know you've had a crush on him for a long time. Are you in love with him?*quot; *quot;You've known?*quot; *quot;Sure.*quot; She shrugs her shoulders. *quot;Do Mom and Dad know?*quot; *quot;Do Mom and Dad ever know ANYTHING?*quot; she laughs. *quot;Did you know that Jeffers had a crush on me?*quot; *quot;Umm... there's something you should know about Jeffers.*quot; She looks out the window again. *quot;WHAT?*quot; I demand. *quot;He's kind of... How do I put this? Umm... he's a player. He's an alpha, a baller. He's a predator.*quot; *quot;What the fuck are you talking about?*quot; *quot;I love Jeffers. He's family... but he's...*quot; She looks me in the eyes for the first time and must see the horror on my face. *quot;He's NOT a predator,*quot; I say defiantly, but it comes out like a stubborn toddler. *quot;Do you remember my ex, Heath?*quot; *quot;Umm... which one was he?*quot; I remember Heath very well; I had a crush on him. He was a surfer type with kinky, shoulder-length blond hair, and an amazing smile with the most amazing bright, white teeth. One night when he left with my sister, I heard him say outside the front door, *quot;Your little brother is so cute!*quot; I knew what he meant, but I liked to pretend he meant that he really liked me. After that, I always made sure I was the one that got to answer the front door when Heath was coming over. I got to see that smile. When Jocelyn broke up with him, I stomped to her room to demand why, but I stopped myself. I realized it would be obvious. *quot;Surfer guy, blond hair, nice tan,*quot; she says. *quot;Oh yeah. Was HE a predator, too?*quot; I roll my eyes. *quot;Yes. We went out for about a month. Do you know why I broke up with him?*quot; *quot;No, you never tell me anything.*quot; *quot;He was cheating on me the whole time! I found out later that the first time he cheated on me was THE DAY AFTER we started going out!*quot; *quot;Sorry.*quot; Maybe she's right... or at least onto something. I can see it now. The reason that I had a crush on Heath was because he reminded me of Jeffers. He had the same magnetism. He had the same ability to make me feel great about myself. I got so tingly inside just from a smile. *quot;When I was with him, I was SO happy.*quot; She shakes her head. *quot;He knew exactly what to do. He knew what to do and say to keep me happy. He knew how to make me do what he wanted, and I did EXACTLY what he wanted.*quot; She shivers from a memory. *quot;And those times he wasn't with me, he was doing that same stuff to other girls, and getting them to do exactly what he wanted, too. He was a master at it, but it wasn't hard for him, given how he looked.*quot; *quot;Jeffers isn't like that,*quot; I say, awaiting her explanation. *quot;Jeffers is amazing. I mean, sometimes he'll do something or say something, and even I'M crushing on him... and I fucking HATE fifteen-year-old boys! No offense.*quot; *quot;Why do you think he's like Heath?*quot; *quot;It's not just Heath. After I broke up with him, I've been able to spot these guys a lot more easily. All I know is that when I watch you and Jeffers together, it totally reminds me of how I was around Heath. He had me wrapped around his little finger... and Jeffers has you wrapped around his.*quot; *quot;Why are you telling me this?*quot; *quot;I'm trying to help you.*quot; *quot;You've never helped me before.*quot; *quot;I kinda realized something... at your recital. You're one of the good guys, and there aren't too many good guys out there. Bad things shouldn't happen to you.*quot; *quot;What do you think I should do?*quot; *quot;Just cool it. When he's here next year, you can just joke about what you did this year... like you think it's stupid or funny or something.*quot; *quot;He wants to text and FaceTime and kocaeli escort Skype.*quot; *quot;Umm... don't. It won't be good for your brain. He'll keep you on the line. That's how people like Heath and Jeffers get off. They get off on controlling people... getting people to do what they want. I bet you anything that when they stop for gas on the way home today, the guy or girl that works behind the counter will be blowing him while Uncle Garland fills the tank. You've seen how he works. He's good.*quot; *quot;Fuck!*quot; I stand up and stomp out of the room but turn around to face her. *quot;Umm... is it unusual for predators or players or whatever to... like to kiss?*quot; *quot;They do whatever they have to do... to get what they want.*quot; She shrugs her shoulders. I run back to my room, close the door, turn on the music and cry into my pillow again. This time, it's not from happiness. Fuck, why did she have to tell me that? Couldn't she just let me live in ignorance for a few years? Is there any possible way she could be wrong? I couldn't tell him I loved him. I wanted to so badly, but... is this why? Was I afraid he was THAT guy all along? I didn't believe him when he said he wasn't popular. I didn't believe him for one second, but I thought it was because he wanted me to feel better about myself. What else has he lied about? Wait, why am I trusting Jocelyn's hunch over what I've experienced the last few days with Jeffers? I just... I don't want to get hurt again. I know what I'm going to do. I whip out my phone and text Jeffers. *quot;Please Skype me as soon as you get home. I need to talk to you.*quot; *quot;Ok,*quot; he says with the hearts-for-eyes emoji again. I swim, I watch TV, I lie in my bed listening to music and practice what I'm going to say to him. I think of all the things he could possibly say back to me, and I think of everything I could say to those responses. I should be able to figure out something from his eyes... unless he really is as good as Jocelyn says. I sit down, put on my earphones, take a deep breath and accept his Skype call. *quot;Hey Coley-Poley,*quot; he says with a yawn. *quot;Hey.*quot; I smile at him, I'm lost in his hotness again, and I forget about everything for a few seconds. *quot;What did you want to talk to me about?*quot; he asks. He looks like he's wiped out. *quot;It seemed like it was important.*quot; *quot;Oh yeah,*quot; I take a few more breaths. *quot;I just wanted to thank you for everything. You really made this week amazing for me.*quot; *quot;You don't have to thank me. It was amazing for me, too, Coley-Poley,*quot; he says, but I try my best to ignore his sexiness. *quot;We said we'd talk every day, but I don't want to take up that much of your time. I want you to spend your time with your friends and maybe even get a boyfriend. I don't want you to have to spend all of your time talking to me.*quot; *quot;Coley-Poley, my friends are boring as fuck. I'll see them at school and at church. I don't want a boyfriend. I want to spend time talking to you, gettin' so fuckin' horny, and kissing my webcam, and finally cumming all over my chest and face.*quot; *quot;Yeah, we can do that sometimes. I just don't think we should do it that often. I'll be pretty busy, and I know you will, too, and I don't want you to think you have to spend all of your free time with me.*quot; *quot;Is that what you really want?*quot; he asks me. I look into his eyes, and I can't detect anything. Is he relieved? Is he frustrated? Is he hurt? *quot;Yeah,*quot; I sigh and look down. *quot;You know, you could be the one that gets a boyfriend.*quot; I look back up and he twitches his eyebrows. *quot;Yeah right.*quot; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If you'd like to see what I think Cole and Jeffers look like, email me your thoughts on the story at ail and I will send you G-rated pics. Check out my other stories on : Backdoor Slider: fty//gay/athletics/backdoor-slider/ Mason in the Center: fty//gay/incest/mason-in-the-center/ We Have the Summer: fty//gay/incest/we-have-the-summer/