My Relatives In West Virginia

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My Relatives In West Virginia


My mother has two sisters that live in a very rural community in West Virginia where she was born.

She was lucky. She got to go to college, she got a good education, and she married my father.

Dad died when I was thirteen and he left me a small fortune but I can’t touch it until I turn twenty-one. It does have provisions for me to attend college though.

So anyway we go back to West Virginia once a year for a two-week vacation.

When I was younger it was not very interesting. Both of her sisters and their husband and their three sons all live in a tiny house that my grandfather had left them when died. They are everything that you think about when you hear the word hillbilly. Yes, they even have a moonshine still out in the woods.

When my father died a little piece of me died too. Mom went totally celibate, she didn’t even masturbate as far as I knew.

I on the other hand went in the opposite direction. I looked for love with every cock that fucked me. I found myself keeping track on my bedpost. Yup, just like notches in the gun handle of a gun fighter in the old West.

We didn’t go to West Virginia that year. However, I had over thirty notches in my bedpost by the time the next year rolled around.

I was fourteen then and my cousins were thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen. Billy Bob was thirteen. He and his fifteen-year-old brother Jim Bob belonged to Aunt Dottie and Uncle Don. The fourteen-year-old was Hank and he belonged to Aunt Opal and Uncle Green.