Cousin Crush

My life changed drastically and permanently two weeks ago, even though nothing significant happened. I was having a casual discussion with a friend, and I recalled the embarrassing time when my ex-girlfriend walked in on me jacking off in the bathroom. It was a bit unnerving at the time, of course, but barely anything to fret about. I recalled the time I accidentally saw my mom’s naked breasts for a brief moment, and he told me about a time his dad walked in on him masturbating. We laughed at the unfortunate, but minor incidents, and out of the blue a memory just reappeared in my brain. There had been another incident of accidental exposure to my family I had just blocked out apparently until this moment for some reason. I reminisced the memory and recalled a day at my grandparent’s house. I was a little drunk and making fun of something, but I couldn’t remember exactly what it was. The part I remember absolutely happening was very vivid, however.

I remember going into the bathroom with a Sharpie marker, taking my shirt off, and drawing some silly design to further my ridicule of whatever the issue at hand had been. I wish I knew what led to that decision, but it really doesn’t matter that much. What matters is I was playfully attempting a somewhat absurd exhibit of writing on my chest to argue for my point or against theirs. It didn’t work out as I anticipated, though. I walked out of the bathroom, grinning stupidly as I approached the dining room table where my mom, dad, grandma, aunt, and cousin sat chatting. As I got nearby my mom half shrieked/half whispered my name in terror, and everyone immediately focused on me as I stood there confused.

“Turn around and cover up!” she whispered to me, her face red with anger and embarrassment.

It took a moment for me to realize what was happening. I looked down and realized the issue. The lounge pants I was wearing had a fly with a button on them, and I wore them without underwear regularly. They hadn’t ever been even close to an issue, so the sight I saw completely shocked me. My flaccid penis wasn’t just peeking out the fly. It was hanging out, completely exposed to five of my closest family members all within five feet of me. I knew, without a doubt, that everyone at the table had a good look at my dick for at least a couple seconds before I turned and retreated to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, wondering how I hadn’t noticed or felt the problem. My dick hung down about four inches, and was nothing to be ashamed about, but this was not how it was supposed to work. I remember playing the situation off as no big deal, pretending it didn’t happen, and miraculously, no one ever mentioned it to me and until this discussion with my friend I had blocked it from my recollection.

After a few minutes I discerned it had happened about four years ago, and for a while I convinced myself it was probably forgotten. That is until I went to my grandma’s house three days ago to drop off a birthday card for her. I hadn’t been by in over a year, and they were all excited to see me, especially my little cousin, Olivia, who lives there with my aunt and grandma and is doing her senior year of high school online. We all caught up for a few minutes, and I gave Liv a hard time about her new look. She had her hair dyed bright green, and was wearing a t-shirt cut at her belly button and loose fitting black shorts. I jokingly asked her if the dryer shrunk her shirt and playfully made fun of her hair. It actually looked pretty decent on her. She has creamy light brown skin and naturally black hair and eyes that give away her father’s Asian ethnicity. He disappeared years ago, and she is the youngest of her siblings and only one in the family with the exotic look.

She snapped back at me, flashing a big smile, and told me she was practicing for cheerleading, and the loose shorts and belly shirt were way more comfortable than the uniform the school issued her.