Cousin Jenna
Marley Quinn
Cousin Jenna
by Marley Quinn
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Table of Contents
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Table of Contents
Time of Need
Hot Night
Flaunting the Rules
Nice Strokes
Let’s Get Wet
Strange Heat
Revelation
Also by Marley Quinn
Time of Need
Before we got married, Brad made me tell him about every guy I’d been with.
I thought he meant, you know, every guy I’d been intimate with, but Brad wanted to know about every guy I’d kissed, right down to David Golich back in third grade when we went to the Science Museum.
Luckily though, Brad never asked me about girls. Because I’m not really sure I would’ve been able to handle that conversation. And frankly, I’m not sure Brad could have either.
It was the summer of my junior year. I remember the weather had just gotten hot because my dad had uncovered the pool and gotten it ready for use.
We were the only people in the community with a pool, and I spent every free minute in there when I could even though there was a passage in one of my guidebooks about how Satan supposedly “controlled the waters.”
Anyway, we were having dinner I think when my mom dropped a bombshell on me, telling me that my cousin Jenna was coming to stay with us for a few days, and that she’d be staying in my room.
There are few things a teenage girl hates more than having to share a bedroom with someone.
“What?” I splurted. “But why?”
“Never you mind that,” said my mother, giving me a stern look. “Debra and John are having a... crisis of faith, so they’re going on a special retreat, and I agreed that we’d take Jenna.”
“I don’t understand,” I said with a pout. “What’s a crisis of faith?”
“It means they need time to strengthen their connection with the Lord,” said my dad, interrupting my mother. “They’re going with an elder on a special faith trip to the desert.”
“Yes, and we will be saying a prayer for them every single night,” added my mother, giving me a pointed look.
“Anyway, sweetie, I thought you liked Jenna,” said my dad. “You two used to play with your dollies for hours.”
“Dad!” I squealed. “That was, like, years ago. Who knows what she’s like now?”
“Young lady, I expect you to be on your best behavior,” said my mother. “And to be a strong, moral example, especially during your cousin's time of need.”
“Ugh, fine,” I said with a groan.
Thankfully, the topic moved onto something else after that. There were several phone calls over the next few days, and although I wasn’t supposed to eavesdrop, I could tell that something scandalous was going on.
At one point, my dad was having a terse conversation with someone about Jenna’s “baggage” which I didn’t get at first, thinking that she must be bringing a lot of suitcases or something.
Anyway, the day finally arrived for her to come to the house. Initially, I think my parents were going to go to the airport, but at the last minute something changed, and so it was an elder who drove her over to the house.
I remember it was just before dinnertime because my mom was in the kitchen getting the meal ready, and she was getting anxious about what kind of foods Jenna liked.
The doorbell rang, and my dad sprang to answer it, which was unusual. He let himself onto the front porch and closed the door for a minute so he could talk to the elder, which was also unusual.
Eventually, he returned, and I caught a brief glimpse of the elder before he headed off to his car, noting that it wasn’t one I’d ever seen before.
“Okay, here we are,” said my dad, gesturing at our living room. “And you remember your cousin Susan.”
For a moment there, I was frozen with shock. The little girl with pigtails that I dimly remembered had matured into a very full-figured young woman.
And when I say “full-figured,” I mean she had curves popping out all over the place, including shapely hips and a very generous bosom. If I hadn’t known she was only a year older than me, I would’ve thought she was in her mid-20s.
But what really took me aback was the way she was dressed. I didn’t know what a “crisis of faith meant,” but it clearly had something to do with a relaxed attitude towards clothes because Jenna was wearing a low-slung pair of pants that flared near the bottom and a shirt that - gasp - revealed an inch or two of her bare stomach, not to mention the top of her hips.
“Oh, hey,” I said, my heart racing as I stood up to greet her.
“Hey, Suzie, good to see ya,” said Jenna, wrapping me up in a quick hug. That gesture was so unexpected that I just stood there like a wooden board until my manners kicked in.
“Yes, likewise,” I said, my cheeks sizzling with heat as I took a step back.
“Well, there she is,” said my mom, adopting that sickeningly sweet voice she used whenever she was in polite mode. “Welcome to our home, Jenna.”
“Um, thanks, I guess,” said Jenna.
“All right, I’ll bring your things in,” said my dad. “Susan, do you want to give Jenna a little tour?”
“Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes,” chirped my mother. “Hope you like Hamburger Helper!”
I think she was waiting for Jenna to say yes or not, but Jenna just shrugged and followed me as I led her down the carpeted hallway.
“Um, this is the bathroom, of course,” I said, gesturing. “Pretty standard.”
“Yeah,” said Jenna with a little chuckle.
As I continued to narrate the obvious to her on our little tour, I felt my thoughts beginning to whirl. First, I was dying to know what had happened to her parents that resulted in them going off to the desert. Second, I really wanted to ask her about the clothes she was wearing and if they let her into church dressed like that because I was very jealous.
And third, I guess I was taken aback by how beautiful she had become. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, but frankly, she didn’t need to because she had a wide, easy-going face that was absolutely beautiful.
Her hair was a mix of blonde and red in a way that made me think of the treasure horde guarded by the dragon Smaug in The Hobbit, one of my favorite books.
“All right, and this is my room,” I said, pointing. “Oops, I mean our room since you’ll be staying with me.”
“Aww, nice,” said Jenna with a chuckle as she walked into my room, scanning the posters of Donnie and Marie on my wall with an amused smile before assessing my bed. “Say, what’s with all the pink ruffles?”
“Oh, um, I don’t know,” I said, once again feeling my cheeks get warm.
“Let me guess,” said Jenna, turning to look at me. “It’s been like this since you were little, right? And your mom won’t let you redecorate?”
“Yeah, um, something like that,” I said, too embarrassed to admit I’d never asked my mom to change anything in my room.
“Hey, I get it,” said Jenna with a nod. “Moms never want their daughters to grow up. God knows, my mother doesn’t. She about had a fit when I started talking to boys.”
I was a little shocked by her casual language, but out of politeness, I didn’t say anything.
“So, are we sharing a bed or what?” said Jenna, her eyes going wide when she saw the row of stuffed animals on the shelf.
“Um, I can sleep on the floor if you want,” I said.
“Nah, it’s all right,” said Jenna, turning to smile at me. “Relax, Susan. It’s me. I know it’s been a while but I’m sure we’re going to get along just fine.”
“Right. Of course,” I said, not quite sure why I was in such a tizzy. Maybe it was just the contrast between seeing this shapely, fashionably dressed young woman in front of me and remembering the little girl she used to be.
“Come on, girls!” shouted my mother. “Time for dinner!”
I let Jenna wash up as I made my way to the dining room and took a seat at the table. My eyes went wide when I saw that my mother had gone all out, making meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and fried onion salad. And over on the kitchen counter I spied a Jell-O casserole with whipped cream.
Once Jenna had joined us, we linked hands and my dad led us in grace. I don’t remember much of the conversation after that except that we studiously avoided mentioning her parents.
Once dessert was over, my dad suggested that I take Jenna out back to enjoy the breeze. Something about the way the air moved across the water of the pool made it the best place to be on a hot summer night.
“Woah, you have a pool? Right on!” said Jenna, her face lighting up with delight as we walked out onto the concrete terrace.
“Yeah,” I said, feeling a bit sheepish. “My dad says it’s safe to go swimming if you say a prayer first.”
Jenna looked at me for a long moment.
“Oh wow, you’re serious,” she said with a chuckle. “Hey, that’s cool. And here I was thinking you guys were sticks in the mud. But now I see there’s a little more to the Robertsons than meets the eye!”
Hot Night
“Yep,” I said, cringing inside at that remark about us being sticks in the mud.
Ironically, in our community, we were considered mavericks because of the pool and other stuff like my dad having a few black employees on his landscaping crew.
“Tomorrow, you and me, Suzie, we are gonna make good use of this pool,” said Jenna.
“Oh, you know how to swim?” I said, starting to get excited.
“Nah, not really,” said Jenna. “I’m talking about laying out. Look how pasty my skin has gotten.”
“Right,” I said, my throat going tight as Jenna casually lifted her shirt up to show me her bare stomach.
“Um, yeah we’ll see,” I said, already dreading what she was going to say when she saw my bathing suit, which was based on a 1920s design and was more like a dress with shorts underneath. Jenna, meanwhile, probably had one of those revealing one-piece suits that would probably give my mother a heart attack.
“Hey, is that popcorn I smell?” said Jenna, sniffing the air.
“Oh, yeah,” I said, happy to be returning to steadier ground. “It’s my dad’s specialty. He always makes some after dinner so we can munch it while watching the movie.”
“Ah, an after-dinner movie,” said Jenna, nodding her approval. “Nice. Well, come on, let’s go get some. It smells delicious.”
“Yeah, the secret is he adds garlic salt,” I said. “And lots and lots of butter.”
We made our way upstairs just in time to get a big bowl of popcorn from my dad fresh from the special stovetop gadget he used to make it. We then got settled into our bean bags on the living room floor and were happily munching away by the time my mom joined us.
I can’t remember what movie we watched, but it was probably the Monday night movie on CBS because that was our tradition.
When it was over, it was time for bed. I went into my room and changed into my nightgown. My dad had neatly arranged Jenna’s suitcases - there were only two - near the dresser, and I saw that my mom had laid out a nightgown for her, too.
I then went to the bathroom and did my usual nightly routine of brushing my teeth, washing my face, and brushing out my hair exactly thirty times. My mom told me that if I did that, my hair would be shiny and strong forever.
When I returned to my room, however, I was shocked to see that Jenna was just standing there and hadn’t changed into her nightgown.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, I was just wondering if this is for real,” said Jenna, picking up the nightgown and turning it around in her hands as if she’d never worn a nightgown before.
“It should fit you,” I said, confused. “I think it’s one of my mother’s old ones.”
“No, it’s not that,” said Jenna with a chuckle. “It’s just that, well... I haven’t worn a nightgown in years.”
“Really?” I said, taken aback. What else would a girl wear at night? A raincoat?
“Oh well. When in Rome, right?” said Jenna with a shrug.
Before I could say anything, she unfastened her pants and let them drop to the floor right in front of me. Never in my life had I seen a woman undress before, except maybe my mother when I was really little or something, so I was shocked. Instead of bloomers, Jenna was wearing some very revealing underwear that tightly clung to her hips.
And then, as if that weren’t enough, she took off her shirt, giving me an unobstructed view of her full breasts because she wasn’t wearing a bra or an undershirt or anything else. I felt my legs go weak as Jenna shimmied her way into the nightgown, forcing me to take a seat at the edge of my bed so I didn’t fall down.
The nightgown was pretty standard, a long cotton dress of sorts that was intentionally loose so that it would be comfortable to sleep in. But what took my breath away was the effect not wearing a bra had because every little move Jenna made caused her chest to wiggle in a curiously fascinating way.
I had boobs of my own, of course, but they weren’t very big. And they certainly didn’t move and jiggle like that when I was wearing a nightgown. I’d never seen such a well-endowed woman go braless before, and so I caught myself staring at Jenna’s chest until I forced myself to avert my gaze. Thankfully, though, Jenna seemed not to have noticed.
“Whew, this is pretty heavy for a warm night like this,” said Jenna, walking over to the mirror to examine herself. “No air-conditioning, I’m guessing?”
“What?” I said. “No. My dad says air-conditioning causes respiratory problems. Anyway, it’s not so hot. Last year in August? Now, that was hot. I felt like I was sleeping in a puddle of my own sweat.”
“And let me guess,” said Jenna, a merry twinkle in her eyes. “You wore your nightgown the whole time, right?”
“Um, yeah,” I said.
What else was I going to wear? My school uniform?
“Classic,” said Jenna with a chuckle. “All right, let’s hit the sack. I’ve had a hell of a long day.”
Once again, her coarse language shocked me a little, but I let it slide. Jenna had enough going on with whatever her parents were going through without needing her cousin to chide her for a few passionate words.
As Jenna was my guest, I let her get into bed first, leaving her near the wall and me on the other side. It was a little strange having someone in my bed like that, but there was just enough space for the two of us as long as we didn’t splay out our limbs.
“Goodnight,” I said before reaching over to switch off the lamp.
“Goodnight,” said Jenna.
With all the excitement, I expected that it was going to take me a long time to fall asleep. But I guess I must have been pretty tired because I dozed off quickly. But then I kept getting roused by Jenna turning and tossing in bed next to me as if she couldn’t get into a comfortable position.
I was about to speak up and ask her to please be still when I saw her sit up in bed and take off her nightgown. She balled it up into her hands and threw it onto the floor where it landed with a soft thump.
“Oh yeah, much better,” said Jenna with a sigh of satisfaction.
Instantly, I was wide awake even though I hadn’t moved a muscle. In the dim light, I could just make out her naked form next to me, her left breast tilted over a little, looking impossibly soft and round.
I know it was my cousin, so it shouldn’t have been a big deal, but there was just something impossibly electric about having a nearly nude person lying just inches away from me, so close that I could feel the heat radiating off her body.
I’d never seen a naked woman before, and something about it was quite intriguing. I’d studied myself in the mirror before on a few occasions, but I was still developing and had a lean, almost boyish figure whereas Jenna was all woman.
And something about those curves of hers was causing my body temperature to rise to the point where I thought I felt a sweat break out on my forehead.