A Cousin’s Misery

A Cousin’s Misery
By Dunchad©

Sometimes it is really good having such a large family. After my recent accident on my motorcycle my family had been taking care of me. Especially my cousin Tabitha, she was one of the last cousins to come over and keep me company. But when she did, well things happened that I would have never thought to have happened before. For those of you that aren’t familiar with what I am talking about then I recommend you read my story title The Motorcycle Accident for more details. Well anyway on with this story.
Tabitha wasn’t the only cousin to make a late appearance. My cousin Stephanie just had her baby about two months before my accident. The baby was beautiful and looked a lot like her father. I had heard that Stephanie was very depressed and some of the family was concerned about her. My mother was the most concerned and I got to hear about it a lot when she was over helping me in the morning.
One morning mom came over and told me that she couldn’t come over the next day because of some issues at work she had to be present for. She apologized immensely to me but said that she had made arrangements for Stephanie to come over. She lived close by and her mother was taking the baby for the day so Stephanie could get out of the house. Mom had asked her to come over and make me breakfast and make sure I was set for the day with my meds and such things that my mother did, with the exception of the morning shower.
I was a bit surprised to hear that Stephanie agreed, Stephanie was a great girl, but we just didn’t get along all the time. To be honest she was a spoiled brat and almost always got what she wanted. But since the birth of her baby, well her life had changed and the family decided it was time for her to do some growing. So from what mom told me the family didn’t do a lot to help her out like she demanded. Her family made the difficult decision to not step in and help. Now it was almost six months later and they were finally starting to do things to help her out. From what mom told me before she left, this was the first time anyone had taken her daughter for an extensive time frame.
My mom finished cooking and got started on the cleaning. By this point I was able to get around a bit more. I could sit at the kitchen table for longer periods with my leg down and when needed to I could put it up onto a chair. Mom finished cleaning and got all my snacks put onto the table next to my chair. My dad had found a dorm refrigerator and put it on the other side of my chair so I could store cold water and sodas or anything else cold I would desire during the day. So mom stocked up my water and couple of sodas for me; as well as a container of dip for my chips later in the day.
I talked to Tabitha that day and she was busy at work and would not be able to come over that night. I was disappointed, but didn’t let it get to me. I could go a night without her and her attention, I hoped. So I spent the rest of the day watching senseless TV shows and surfing the Internet as I always did. That night mom surprised me and brought over dinner and told me she would help me with a shower tonight since Stephanie was coming over in the morning. So I ate and showered and mom headed home.
I was still asleep when I heard someone knocking on my door. I yelled I would be right there and pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt. I hobbled to the front door and saw Stephanie standing there with a small gym bag over her shoulder. I unlocked the door and let her in. She smiled and gave me a hug. I waved towards the kitchen as I returned to my room to put on more appropriate clothes. I also went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and all those fun morning things.
I went into the kitchen and saw Stephanie bent over in front of the fridge with her ass in the air. I had not looked at her that way before, but after everything with Tabitha I didn’t hesitate to take the opportunity. She stood up almost as if she knew I was in the room, of course she probably heard me. She looked up and smiled again.
“Sorry I came over so early. Your mom didn’t tell me what time you got up and I wanted out of the house so badly. I don’t even know what I am going to do today.” She stood in the doorway of my kitchen and I swear her breasts were a size or more bigger then when the last time I saw her.
“No worries Steph, it’s not like I can’t take a nap later. So how have you been? How is the baby doing? How are you adjusting to being a mother?” The next thing I knew she was crying. I didn’t know what I had said or what to do. I hobbled forward on my crutches and put an arm around her and gave her a hug. She leaned into my shoulder and almost knocked me over. I quickly moved my crutch and caught myself. She pulled away and started crying harder then ran into my living room.
I recovered and followed as best as I could into the room, she was on the floor crying. “Steph what’s wrong? What did I say?” She looked up at me and looked pathetic with tears streaming down her cheeks and her make-up running. She wrapped her arms around my good leg and hugged me. I reached down and helped her to stand then sat down in my chair.
She sat on the floor next to me and continued crying. I didn’t know what to do I was never good with such things. I just ran my hand over her shoulders as she cried and waited. After a few minutes she stopped and I handed her a box of Kleenex I had nearby as she blew her nose and tried to clean her face.