My cousins dream come true part 5
So about four or five days later I came home from work. To find my wife super pissed. She tells me. That she had stopped by her mom and dad's to pick something up from her mom. But only her little brother was home. (just for context. Her brother was a freshman in high school. Not the same school as my cousin. But they knew each other. And occasionally hung out together) she said he had mentioned that. My cousin had told him about the car ride home from the amusement park. And he knew she had given my cousin a hand job. Then and the next morning.
She was pissed. She was ready to kill my cousin and her little brother. I was pissed also. But I told her it isn't her brother's fault. A asked why she was pissed at him for. She then said because he is a sick little fuck. I was confused. But really I was just stupid. I should have known what was coming next. But I didn't. So I asked. She said he was threatening to tell her mom and dad what she had done unless he got something in return. I asked her what he wanted? She looked at me like I was stupid. Then it dawned on me. She said yep that's right. My little brother wants me to give him a hand job just like I did with Brad.
I felt shocked and pissed. But more than that. I felt bad for my wife. After all. I sort of caused all of this. I apologized to her. She accepted it.But she said it isn't your fault. She said I could have said no at any time. She started to sob a little. And I held her for a while. I told her I would kick Brads ass for saying anything to her brother. She said no that wouldn't solve anything. But we are going to certainly let him have a price of our minds. And she said he is the one loosing out here. Because she would never touch him again.
I said I would talk to her brother and keep him quiet. She said not to bother. She had set him straight already. I asked her what she had said to him. But that is a whole other story for later.
After we had calmed down a bit. I called Brads house. But he wasn't home. As luck would have it. He happened to stop by the next day. While I was at work. My wife said he knocked on the door and when she let him in. He immediately started to kiss her. But she said she pushed him away. And unloaded a hard slap across his cheek. She said she spent about five minutes yelling at him for telling her brother. She said he kept apologizing and begging her to forgive him. He swore he would never tell another sole. He even said he would tell her brother he was lying about it. She said she told him it was too late for that. Because she had already admitted to him it was the truth.
She said when she finally settled down she told him how she had made up her mind that nothing else could ever happen between them again. Because she couldn't trust him. She said he was actually crying when he left. But then she said she actually felt sorry for him.
It was about a month before we saw him again. And it was at a family gathering. And to keep from arousing any suspicion that something was wrong. We treated him just like we always had. When we was leaving he asked if he could hang out with us. We told yes and he came home with us for a couple of hours. Nothing was mentioned about anything that happened. Until he was leaving. He hugged Sherrie gently goodbye. And as he was stepping out the door. He again apologized.
We thought everything was back to as normal as could be. Since before his prom night. Until a couple of days later. He stopped by again while I was at work.
She was pissed. She was ready to kill my cousin and her little brother. I was pissed also. But I told her it isn't her brother's fault. A asked why she was pissed at him for. She then said because he is a sick little fuck. I was confused. But really I was just stupid. I should have known what was coming next. But I didn't. So I asked. She said he was threatening to tell her mom and dad what she had done unless he got something in return. I asked her what he wanted? She looked at me like I was stupid. Then it dawned on me. She said yep that's right. My little brother wants me to give him a hand job just like I did with Brad.
I felt shocked and pissed. But more than that. I felt bad for my wife. After all. I sort of caused all of this. I apologized to her. She accepted it.But she said it isn't your fault. She said I could have said no at any time. She started to sob a little. And I held her for a while. I told her I would kick Brads ass for saying anything to her brother. She said no that wouldn't solve anything. But we are going to certainly let him have a price of our minds. And she said he is the one loosing out here. Because she would never touch him again.
I said I would talk to her brother and keep him quiet. She said not to bother. She had set him straight already. I asked her what she had said to him. But that is a whole other story for later.
After we had calmed down a bit. I called Brads house. But he wasn't home. As luck would have it. He happened to stop by the next day. While I was at work. My wife said he knocked on the door and when she let him in. He immediately started to kiss her. But she said she pushed him away. And unloaded a hard slap across his cheek. She said she spent about five minutes yelling at him for telling her brother. She said he kept apologizing and begging her to forgive him. He swore he would never tell another sole. He even said he would tell her brother he was lying about it. She said she told him it was too late for that. Because she had already admitted to him it was the truth.
She said when she finally settled down she told him how she had made up her mind that nothing else could ever happen between them again. Because she couldn't trust him. She said he was actually crying when he left. But then she said she actually felt sorry for him.
It was about a month before we saw him again. And it was at a family gathering. And to keep from arousing any suspicion that something was wrong. We treated him just like we always had. When we was leaving he asked if he could hang out with us. We told yes and he came home with us for a couple of hours. Nothing was mentioned about anything that happened. Until he was leaving. He hugged Sherrie gently goodbye. And as he was stepping out the door. He again apologized.
We thought everything was back to as normal as could be. Since before his prom night. Until a couple of days later. He stopped by again while I was at work.
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