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Helen
by Aquarius (address withheld)

***

A close cousin and I realize we have a family problem 
to untangle and become entwined ourselves in the 
process. Mild sex and a dysfunctional family, not a 
bad combination. (MF, inc, rom)

***

 I.

I was in a sour mood when I got home and when the 
phone rang which did not help my disposition any.

I grabbed up the receiver: "Steve speaking..."

"Steven...?"

It was my mother's voice. 

"Yeah, Mom...?"

"It's your father, he just passed away..."

My mood changed in less than a couple seconds. All I 
could muster was: "Oh."

I had not been east of the Mississippi since the 
summer of 1982. The last time I saw anyone was at my 
brother Keith's wedding, his first: since then third. 
I was on zero, or still an eligible bachelor. In less 
than eight hours I accomplished the impossible getting 
to the local airport in the nick of time to go through 
the hassle of pre-flight checks, More so, I just went 
through the motions with the TSA people while a few 
wanted to hassle them: their problem.

I was on a "pond jumper" that must have hit every 
regional airport in the west going east. I arrived at 
Bethlehem-Easton-Allentown Airport late that night. My 
brother met me at the airport. He was in no better 
mood than I was at the hour I arrived.

"Mom's all tore up over it," he said as we crossed the 
parking lot to his car. "The doctor had to make a 
special trip out to the house to give her something to 
calm her nerves and help her sleep."

The doctor still makes house calls? I thought the 
paramedics could do that? I inwardly shrugged: Oh 
well.

"Probably Prozac and Ambien. Family?" I asked for lack 
of a decent question.

"I don't know. All I know is Mom wants you to handle 
it all."

I was wondering why Keith couldn't pitch in and do 
something.

"Probate?" I asked hoping it wouldn't be too much of a 
problem.

"Don't know, why?" He tossed the cigarette he was 
smoking to the ground, opened the trunk I tossed in 
the suit case, suit bag and laptop.

"Fifteen days from date of death. Never mind – he had 
a lawyer?"

"Yeah, a cousin of ours."

Now I was interested. We got in and he was soon out of 
the parking lot and headed east back to New Jersey. 

"Who's that?"

"Helen."

"Helen?" I hadn't seen Helen Cornier, a cute dark 
haired teenager of seventeen since I came back from 
Germany for Keith's first wedding. "She's a lawyer?"

Keith nodded his head in the dark as he picked up 
speed passing a couple slow moving trucks. 

Okay, let's see what happens with this project.

We crossed the Lehigh River in to Jersey just as it 
was nearing eleven o'clock. I was tired and not in a 
very good mood. I'll figure all this out later.

When I got home, close to mid-night I was greeted by a 
distraught mother. I personally am not one for much 
sympathy but I did my best to do what I could. Mom was 
sitting on the sofa in the living room still teary and 
red eyed from crying. Sitting beside her was a good 
looking young dark haired, dark eyed lady/ woman who I 
thought was Keith's wife – I only briefly met his 
first wife back in the eighties but never met his 
other two.

I did my best to be sympathetic son but was doing a 
miserable job of it. The other woman got up from the 
sofa we were sitting on and walked out to the kitchen 
where Keith was standing by the sink smoking a 
cigarette and drinking a beer.

I tossed my Stetson on to a chair to sit beside Mom. 
We talked for a few minutes; she assured me she was 
okay. Supposedly the doctor prescribed a sleeping 
medicine and something to calm her nerves. He did? It 
wasn't doing the job or she didn't take it yet.

I finally stood and walked in to the kitchen. The 
woman was standing at the other end of the sink, her 
arms crossed over her chest staring at the floor. 

Keith asked: "Want a beer?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah."

He opened the refrigerator: "Helen?"

"Thanks, I shouldn't but I will now..."

I glanced over at her. "You're Helen." It was more a 
statement than a question.

She smiled wearily for a moment. "You don't remember 
me?"

"He's been out west since eighty-something." Keith 
popped the top off a bottle of Rolling Rock beer, 
handed one to Helen another to me then said: "This is 
Helen."

"So you've been handling Dad's affairs since...?"

"Ninety," she replied with obvious fatigue. Took a 
long draught of the cool beer then 
said: "We'll get together tomorrow." She pulled a 
business card from her hand bag. "How about – one?"

"Sounds good to me," I replied as I took a long 
draught of beer. "I gotta start all the funeral 
arrangements anyway tomorrow."

Keith muttered: "Better you than me."

Helen cast him a disparaging look, finished the beer, 
said: "'Night..." and left.


 II.

I'm used to getting along with less than three or four 
hours of sleep. I was awake at five and was ready to 
go by six but nothing opened until seven. I remembered 
the General Store in town they open around six for the 
commuter crowd heading to the cities and especially 
New York. I could get breakfast there and some 
information if I needed it. I got the keys to Dad's 
car which had been parked since he had gotten sick a 
year ago. I needed to get around and Keith said to use 
that for now. I left a note for Mom whenever she woke 
up I'd be home later.

I had a lot of running around to do that day. Good 
thing I remembered where everything was and short cuts 
to get places: and I'd been gone since sixty-seven? 
Wow, how things have changed around there.

Pulling up in front of the store I saw the blue neon 
sign was showing: Open. I got out and walked inside. 
Well I had to admit the store was keeping up with 
progress: State of the art grill, new appliances and 
the store had been done over at some time in the last 
couple of years.

However, the newspapers were still stacked by the door 
and cash register. Then I looked over the new stools 
at the counter; a new counter replaced the one of the 
50's; magazines still in the back, but in all new 
metal racks not the old wooden ones when I was a kid. 
The one thing that stood out was the old wooden 
telephone booth at the very back was gone: modern 
times – BYOP (Bring Your Own Phone). 

I grabbed a New York Times laying my Stetson on a 
stool and sat at the counter spreading the paper out. 
The woman behind the counter turned to look me over as 
I tossed two dollars on to the counter for the 
newspaper. Her staring at me made me feel self-
conscious until I looked up and our eyes finally 
locked and after a few more uncomfortable seconds she 
said: Steve? Steven Patrick?"

The woman appeared to be of middle age maybe in her 
fifties, she was average height, light brown hair and 
brown eyes. Although she was showing some weight she 
was still good looking.

"Yeah?"

"You don't remember me? Maryann."

Huh? I managed to say after digging for last names: 
"Givens? Maryann Givens?"

"Was. Raymond. I heard that you were home – after how 
many years?"

"Yeah." I had to think and do some quick calculations. 
"Twenty some years."

"Your brother and Dad said you've been around the 
world several times by now. Only one out of the class 
to travel like that, I understand."

I wrinkled up my mouth then said: "Dad passed away day 
before yesterday."

"Oh – I – I am so sorry. Please, my condolences."

After a few more uncomfortable seconds she said: "I 
understand you've been overseas the last several 
years."

"Middle East this past year. Korea was my last 
overseas assignment before retiring."

"Oh! Coffee?" She turned to get the coffee pot and a 
hand full of creamers and sugar packs.

"Thanks but hold the cream and sugar."

Maryann looked at me with mild surprise. "Black?"

I allowed a broad smile. "Black as the old slate 
boards in school – better yet, burnt thirty weight 
drained from the pack of a Detroit diesel prime mover 
in an M60A3 after a one hundred and ten mile movement 
to contact."

Maryann made a sound of disgust. 
	
I added: "Before I go home remind me to teach you how 
to make good tankers' coffee."

She muttered: "No problem."

A tall man with salt and pepper streaked hair, a 
stained white apron, Harley-Davidson T-shirt and 
Yankees baseball cap stepped out from the small 
kitchen and grill area. He said: "Don't ask dear. Hi, 
I'm Bob Raymond and you have to be Steven Patrick."

Maryann seemed to attract tall men as I recalled – I'm 
tall. Bob Raymond and I shook hands. 
	
"I was in the National Guard for a few years," he 
related, "that's how I knew how tankers' coffee is 
made. You don't want to know, dear."

Maryann tossed her husband a look of "thanks".

Turned out, as we talked Maryann gave up on her 
aspirations of a music career after she and Bob were 
married and then somewhere along the line they had a 
chance to buy the old General Store, accept for the 
changes they kept it pretty much as it was when we 
were kids.

A young girl came out from the back who was a 
miniature of Maryann, she was attending the Somerset 
Regional Junior College. 

"Oldest of our three children," Maryann said by way of 
introduction. The girl seemed shy as she acknowledged 
me. "An old school friend of mine. He lives out in 
Colorado."

"Hi. Have go, Mom," the girl turned, kissed her father 
and left.

"School, huh?" I said as the girl followed by two high 
school age boys left dodging past customers entering 
the store. 

Maryann returned to what she was doing. Most came in, 
grabbed a paper, a styrofoam cup of coffee, a couple 
donates, paid with plastic or change and out again 
crossing the street to the railroad station to wait 
for the train.

I told Maryann and Rob what I had to accomplish that 
day – all within eight hours, Mom and Helen had 
alerted the rest of the family, me, I had the rest to 
do myself.

"Your brother isn't helping you?" Maryann asked 
concerned.

"No. He's got work so I am informed," I replied in a 
sarcastic tone. 

Maryann didn't say anything, just raised a brow and 
went on with her work as I read the paper.


 III.

I left the General Store and headed in to Flemington 
by way of Route 523 and started with the funeral home 
and back tracked to all the places I could think of 
which I had to touch base on. By the time I'd made my 
rounds I pulled out Helen's business card, checked the 
address and walked over to her office which 
fortunately was not that far from the newspaper 
office. I had to post some legal paper work there to 
be published three times for the next two weeks.

I first stopped at a telephone kiosk to have the area 
code changed on my cell phone; I dropped fifty cents 
in to the telephone change box and called a special 
number for my cellphone service to change the area 
code from 719 to 908. Then I called Mom to bring her 
up to date I was having lunch with Helen – my treat. 

That done I walked over to Helen's office. I still 
couldn't believe my favorite cousin was a lawyer. Her 
office was in what was once a Victorian era house on 
South Main Street near the Flemington Borough Library.

I walked in to the office on the second floor, a 
converted suite of offices and was promptly greeted by 
a cute young paralegal.

"Yes, sir?" she asked as I stopped by her desk.

"Miss or Ms. Patrick – I'm her cousin, Steve."

"Oh, yes." She stabbed at a speaker phone. "Ms. 
Patrick, your cousin is here." She turned back to me: 
"She'll be with you in a moment, sir."

While I waited I looked over the huge rows of legal 
books. I paced around the front room for a moment 
looking the office over when the door opened. Helen 
was the image of the successful female lawyer in a 
dark blue woman's suit, black pumps, her hair looked 
as if she had just stepped out of the beauty shop a 
half hour ago.

"Steve, you're early," she said as I walked into her 
office, pausing to give her a kiss. Helen closed the 
door as I turned three-sixty looking her office over.

"Yes. Nice place, Helen." Then I turned back to her 
tossing my Stetson onto another chair. "It was either 
this or sit down by the Post Office and feed the 
pigeons for an hour."

"Always the sarcastic one." She sat looking up at me 
twisting a pen in her fingers.

"That's Keith." I said sitting in front of her desk 
then asked: "How about lunch?"

She held up parts of a legal document. "This is 
lunch."

"Take a break. Talk cousin talk and family business."

"Yes, we do have that to cover." She sat back pushing 
the documents aside. Helen looked me square in the 
eye. I felt like I was the one on trial. "You know 
Uncle Steve disinherited you?"

"I heard something about it from Keith a couple years 
ago." I could have cared less at that point.

"According to your mother you and Uncle Steve had a 
feud going on."

We did? I replied: "Okay, if she says so. If I recall 
– a big if here – I stayed in Colorado after I retired 
from the Army. I didn't feel up to moving back home or 
moving period. You know, moving every thirty-six to 
forty-eight months whether you're ready to or not, you 
tend to get burned out after a while."

Helen tossed the pen on to the desk. She said leaning 
on the desk: "You know who the executioner of the will 
is then?"

"Definitely not Keith."

Helen shook her head. "No. Bad enough I did his second 
and third divorce. Me."

"Why am I not surprised?" I grinned then said: "Still 
want to go to lunch?"

Helen looked back at me then said with a sigh: "Yeah, 
let's go. I need to get out of here for a while 
anyway."

"Anything special?" I asked as I stood. 

She shook her head again as I quickly stepped around 
the desk to help her stand up. "Come on, cuz take a 
break. It's not every day we get to talk like this."

Helen smiled as I led her from the office telling her 
paralegal we'd be out for a while.

We stood outside in front of the converted house. 
"Where to?" I asked.

She shrugged then said: "Oh yeah, you haven't been 
around with all the changes?"

"No. Not since eighty-two. I seem to recall the Spread 
Eagle Restaurant at Turn 
Table Junction."

"Ryan's Inn now."

"Client's this afternoon?"

We started across the street passing the converted old 
CNJ railroad station that was now a bank. Not bad, 
they did a good job restoring the building. The Black 
River & Western Railroad had a pair of diesels parked 
just up the track near the old freight station.

"No. Most of them I try to do in the morning and leave 
the afternoon open for the paper work."

As we passed the bank heading up Railroad Avenue she 
slipped her hand through my arm. We walked shoulder to 
shoulder.

I glanced down at her then ahead again. We were silent 
for a moment then I said: "You know what this reminds 
me of?"

She made a sound of: "Mmm, I don't know. What?"

"When we were kids. Actually I was in high school, 
senior, and you were in – what, first year of Junior 
high."

She smiled a bit but let it fad. "Oh yes. How time 
flies."

"We were each other's confident."

"There were no secrets between us," she mused, then 
said: "How could I forget?"

"You were the sister I never had at the time."

"And you were the big brother I never had."

We stopped for a moment to look in one of the jewelry 
shops we were near.

On impulse I boldly asked: "What do you want?"

"Huh?" She looked at me astounded. "But...?"

I held her hand then said quietly: "Who do I have to 
spoil? I'm basically by myself."

She looked me in the eye. "I know. Your mother 
said..."

"Ah, come on." I almost dragged her into the store. 

We looked the selection over she decided on a necklace 
and earring and bracelet set. I quickly laid my gold 
card down.

"Steve." She started to protest.

I grinned and kissed her on the forehead. "You deserve 
it."

She looked at me as the clerk quickly rang up the 
purchase and I signed my life away. The set took a 
chunk out of my card but I reasoned: what the heck, 
and I had only one cousin I even cared about anyway.

Helen flung herself into to my arms. 

"Thank you, cuz," she said with tears in her eyes.

We kissed, the clerk blushed, then I took the necklace 
off she was wearing and placed the new one on her, 
then the bracelet and she changed earrings. The clerk 
placed the other set in the box.

"Come on, you can show them off at the restaurant."

We walked arm in arm to the restaurant. Helen was 
thrilled with the gift. At least someone was happy 
that day.

We arrived at the restaurant and were quickly seated. 
Helen spun the bracelet around her wrist then fingered 
the necklace.

We small talked for a few moments, looking the menu 
over before finally making our choices then set the 
menus aside.

"Look. Cuz," she began, folding her hands and looking 
me straight in the eye. "All kidding aside, you're 
basically odd man out in the family."

She put on her court room persona again. We met 
serious gazes across the table. I said in an equally 
serious tone: "Can I level with you, cuz?"

Helen met my steady gaze: "Sure."

"I really did not want to come out here but – well, 
Mom insisted she needed me."

Helen glanced down at the table then lifted her eyes 
back to mine: "Want to hear something from my point of 
view?"

"Sure."

"I really didn't want to be executioner of the 
estate."

"But Dad twisted your arm?"

She sadly nodded her head. "Family and all that."

The waitress finally came over to the table to take 
our order then I added: "So who's the alternate?"

She looked down at the table then lifted her head 
again: "Guess who?"

My mind did somersaults on this one. I said in a low 
disbelieving tone: "Nah."

She nodded her head again. "Yup, your brother."

"And he's about as interested as I am."

"Sad but true. And I have too much work right now to 
do a decent job of it."

I sat back to think then said: "I have two weeks. My 
supervisor kissed me good-bye and told me to use it as 
vacation time. Ha. Some vacation..."

She looked at me then smiled: "Your Mom said you used 
to do paralegal work for a while. What happened?"

I grinned and toyed with the fork and knife for a 
minute then replied: "Keep this in mind what can 
happen if you get mixed up with the wrong crowd."

"Tell me." She took a drink of her ice tea.

 "Don't get involved with husband-wife businesses; 
boyfriend-girlfriend or lovers; they can be suicide 
for your career wellbeing."

"No kidding." Our meals finally arrived. She said: "So 
besides that, what has kept you out of law?"

"Too crowded out there. For every attorney there are 
five paralegals or JD's on the street. You darn near 
need to be a Perry Mason or a superstar JD to get a 
decent job in a law office."

"Sounds like here."

We finally came to the conclusion to keep the 
situation as prescribed by the will and probate law. 
The executioner would still be her, but so she could 
keep up with her job and her paralegal from wasting 
time, I could do all the leg work in her name. Nice 
idea. 

I headed home after walking her back to her office. 
Behind closed doors, I gave her a kiss. The kiss 
caught her off guard but she smiled and gave me a 
sisterly kiss.

"Tomorrow," I said and stepped out through the outer 
office past her grinning paralegal.


 III.

That evening Mom took the tranquilizer medicine and 
went to bed early. I sat in the living room wondering 
what to do next. One thing Helen did not mention was 
if she had someone special in her life. She had 
jewelry on but no wedding band, engagement ring, 
nothing. Her paralegal had an engagement ring on – 
well, she was off limits anyway, cute as she was. 

I took another beer out of the refrigerator and almost 
drank it in one draught. Hell, the only place I had to 
go tomorrow was the funeral home; they were darn near 
doing everything for the viewing and other details: at 
this point I had nothing to do.

By ten o'clock I finally decided to call it a night 
and try to get some sleep. My mind seemed to be in 
overdrive as I thought about Helen. The thought about 
what it would be like after all these years to get her 
back in to bed, to make love to her was a nice 
thought. Okay, she was my cousin. Cousins still have 
affairs and make love to each other; and so do sisters 
and brothers. I recalled when she was older and I was 
home on leave one time we got carried away. She was 
willing and I was ready and I made love to her just 
before I left to go to my next duty station.

I fell asleep that night thinking about her and those 
few days we enjoyed each other.

The next morning I headed back in to Flemington and 
Helen's office. I wasn't more than a few steps behind 
her as she entered the office. The first thing I did 
was give her the quick once over: Beautiful, smart 
looking, gorgeous, desirable, all in one quick glance. 
My mind was in a rut.

The door opened a third time, it was her paralegal 
Alice. I finally got her name at least I knew who I'd 
be working with on this project – as I called it.

Then as Helen was getting herself settled, I looked 
around: "Um, Helen...?"

"Yes...?" she asked from her office.

"The mandatory coffee maker, where do you hide it?" 

"We don't have one, drink tea."

She peered out from her office as I made a face. The 
two chuckled at my reaction.

"Knew I should have bought coffee at the shop down the 
street."

"Okay, first things first," she said beckoning me with 
a wag of her finger. "Have you been to the court house 
yet?"

"No." She reached in the bottom drawer of her desk to 
pass me the original copy of the will.

"I suppose you know what to do. And..." she paused 
pulling out a check book, "the fee."

"Right, the fee. I swear the fees are more to cover 
somebody's lunch. Remind me to tell you about 
McAllister's in the "Springs."

She smiled at me as she passed me the check. "Later."

Then I realized she was wearing the jewelry set I 
bought her.

I had very little to do that day. I went home and took 
Mom shopping for a black dress and apparel. Later that 
afternoon I called Helen on my cell phone to see if 
she had been to lunch yet. She hadn't been to lunch; 
it had been a busy day. I went back to Flemington to 
pick her up from her office. I recalled where another 
restaurant was and took her there just to get her away 
from her office for an hour.

"Mom and Dad arrived from Florida..."

"I gotta see your Dad," I told her as I turned in to 
the restaurant parking lot ahead of the noon time 
crowd. "Got some questions to clear up."

"Oh? Like what?" she asked looking at me with raised 
eyebrows.

"Fishing."

She smiled. "Naturally."

We entered the restaurant and a hostess led us to a 
corner table.

"I suppose the whole family will be here, huh?" I 
asked as the hostess walked us to the table.

"Hard to tell," she remarked. "The family, both sides 
are scattered between here and New York and 
Pennsylvania." 

We sat down and Helen nearly collapsed in her chair. 
"I swear the place gets to be a meat grinder some 
days."

I was quiet for a minute as I let her talk.

"But, in answer to your question, yes. I think most of 
them will be here just to see who gets what from the 
Will. Word got out among them you were disinherited."

"The gathering of the vultures," I remarked trying to 
decide between two different choices. "Not surprising. 
So I am the proverbial pyre, huh? Well that will give 
them something to gossip about."

"To put it mildly, yes. I have to finish putting a 
trust together, get ready for court next week, a 
deposition the same week..."

"And no real break, huh?" I replied as our drinks were 
brought to us. We ordered the meal at the same time. 
"You need a vacation worse than me."

"You never did tell me what you do," she said changing 
the subject as salads were brought to us next.

"Facilities operations. I'm day supervisor for the 
custodians and front for the electricians, plumbers, 
and most times interface with security when they need 
backup."

"Interesting."

I think she wanted to talk about something besides law 
and the family.

That evening was the viewing. 

Helen arrived at the house to help me with Mom. Mom 
was still rattled over Dad's death. The three of us 
went to the viewing together. Keith followed sometime 
later. 

So goes the old saying: The only time besides an 
occasional reunion you see the whole family in one 
place is weddings and funerals. I swear it was more 
out of curiosity and hope for a windfall of the 
inheritance that half of them bothered to show up. 

Mom was seated near the coffin as Helen holding my arm 
made the circuit greeting people, she introduced me to 
the ones I mostly met when I was a kid and quickly 
forgot.

"Oh little Steven!" a screechy voice called out; I 
wanted to crawl under a chair.

Helen tightened her grip on my arm. It was Aunt Agnes. 
Got a sloppy kiss from her and she gave Helen one and 
went on to the next person. 

Another remarked: "Oh my goodness, how you've grown."

Of course, lady I'm forty-five I should be: it was 
Aunt May who wondered where I'd been all these years: 
Doesn't keep up with the family gossip much – just the 
neighborhood.

"Ah yes, I remember now, so you were in the Middle 
East, huh," an Uncle commented. "The war, huh?"

I told him a few stories what it was like when the war 
started, he was a veteran himself -- Korea.

Cousins I hadn't seen since I was in high school or 
before were there with their families; talked to them 
getting up to date on the other half of the family.

And so it went most of the evening as Helen and I made 
the circuit through the relatives. Keith disappeared 
outside with a couple cousins. Seems one of them 
brought a couple cases of beer and they were parked 
out back by the hearse garage drinking and smoking. 

By nine o'clock it was over or at least that part. 
Helen helped me get Mom out of there and home. Helen 
was a champ. She put Mom to bed; about that time Keith 
showed up half drunk having been out drinking with a 
couple of our cousins. 

Keith got two beers from the refrigerator for us. We 
sat in silence for a moment until Helen descended from 
upstairs.

Helen walked in to the kitchen. Keith and I were 
having a beer, Helen helped herself to a beer popped 
the top and I swear the girl downed half the bottle in 
one draught. 

She said with a sigh sitting down between us: "Thanks, 
I needed that."

I think Helen was the only cousin of the family Keith 
cared for, the rest he either couldn't stand nor had 
any use for. 

He finally stood: "Gotta go. Got work tomorrow," and 
left leaving Helen and me alone.

I reached over to put my hand on hers. She looked at 
me and said: "This is a helluva way for cousins to get 
to know each other again."

"I know. This is the first time I've been east of the 
Mississippi since nineteen-eighty two."

"What kept you away so long?" She finished the rest of 
the beer.

"As far as I was concerned, there's nothing to even 
attract me to want to come back here."

We stood and walked outside into the warm summer night 
toward her car. We stopped under a tree to look up at 
the clear summer night.

Helen was standing in front of me. I took a huge 
chance to wrap my arms around her and place my chin on 
her head. She tried to look up at me.

"You used to do that to me to prove you were taller 
than me."

"You remembered?"

She turned in my arms. "Of course. There are a lot of 
things we used to do as kids that I sometimes 
remember."

"And I thought I was the only one." I leaned down to 
kiss her. "Remember that?"

She nodded and placed her head against my chest. "Yes. 
What ever happened to those days, Steve? Sometimes I 
miss those days when we were kids."

"We grew up. I went in the Army and retired; you went 
off to school and became a lawyer."
	 
She looked up at me a second then said: "Have you ever 
thought of chucking the whole thing you're doing now 
and really do what you want?"

I hugged her to me. "Many times. Some weeks I get 
tired of babysitting – reminds me of the Army 
sometimes – and the place is about thirty-five per 
cent retired Air Force, some Army, some Navy and a 
couple token Marines, but mostly Air Force: they 
understand the feeling. It's been kind of a therapy in 
a way. I need to talk to someone the guy who runs the 
HR was former Air Force, been a great help."

We were silent as we hung on to each other. Helen felt 
good in my arms again. I don't remember how long we 
just stood there on the lawn just staring in to the 
night. I finally led her to her car, kissed her again.

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow. Alice can handle the office by herself for 
a few hours."

I opened the door for her; she got in and was gone in 
a cloud of dust. It was a bit before I fell asleep but 
I kept thinking how Helen felt in my arms. I hadn't 
held her like that since we were kids. I had a nice 
hard-on thinking about her and wanting to hold her 
again.


 V.

The funeral was at one o'clock which gave me time to 
do some running around. I got back home in time to 
pick Mom up, stopped by Helen's office to pick her up 
and drive over to the funeral home. 

We were quiet most of the drive across Flemington; Mom 
sat in front, Helen the back seat. The service was the 
way it should be, Helen sat with me comforting Mom as 
the Pastor of their church went through the service. 
Finally, the grave side part which I hate but I still 
had to be dutiful son. Helen was there beside me for 
the final part. Then it was over. The trip home and 
the reception. Of course Keith was absent, work. I 
think he just couldn't bare up under it as well as I 
could - combat. Helen understood, we talked about it 
the other day, she said I was too steel hard to death 
from four wars to care anymore.

Mom sat in the living room more to get over the 
emotion of the whole affair. Helen and I stepped 
outside for a moment. Helen's parents, Morty and 
Elaine arrived to see Mom one last time before heading 
back home.

We watched them go inside then she turned back to me: 
she said in a soft voice as she held her head against 
my chest: "Don't hold it in anymore, Steve. Let go."

"I will. I suppose it takes time to hit. I know, I 
recall a few class mates who died in `Nam. It was 
nearly a year before I allowed myself the tears of 
regret." 

She looked at me, tears trickling down her face. "I 
know, I'm supposed to be the tough lady lawyer and I 
go home and have a good cry sometimes. I'm making 
decent money out of being a lawyer but is that all 
there is to the job?"

I thought about it for a minute then said: "Look at it 
this way. You're the one they look to for advice when 
they screw up their lives."

Helen peered skyward then muttered: "And put the 
pieces back together for them."

I walked her out to her car and we kissed for a minute 
then I remembered: "Tomorrow's Saturday. Let's get 
together for something to do – get away from here for 
a while. You need a break – as much as I do."

She nodded her head a minute as she got in the car: 
"We have a lot of cousin talk we haven't even gotten 
to."

"We have a lot of renewing to do."

We gazed in to each other's eyes for a minute. I 
leaned down to kiss her.

She said around my lips as I sought hers a minute: 
"Yes we do. Nine. Here's my address at the Manor 
Apartment's off route twenty-two." She pressed the 
card in to my hand and added: "Now go back inside and 
be good son tonight."

"Yes, little Sis."

She got in the car and blew me a kiss, started the 
engine and backed out of the driveway and was gone.

The next day promptly at nine I pulled in to the 
parking area of the apartments to pick her up. As I 
got out of the car she came down the outside stairs 
dressed in a white linen mini- spaghetti strap sun 
dress, white sandals and white straw hat: All white, 
the necklace set I had bought her; her dark hair 
hanging loose down her back.

I gave her a passionate kiss.

"Later, Tiger..."

"Grrrrrr..." We laughed as she got into the car, the 
mini-dress riding up her legs suggestively. She made a 
half attempt to pull it back down her legs as I got 
in.

Helen suggested the shore which I had not seen since I 
was kid; unless you consider the Persian Gulf and Iran 
something to look at. We drove to Perth Amboy and to 
the beach area. Of course the one thing which I 
couldn't help comparing it to, the mountains out in 
Colorado, at least you had no problem finding 
someplace to park.

Most of the way down Helen sat close to me which at 
first was a nice surprise. When traffic was clear I 
was able to slide my hand along her leg which brought 
a smile to her. At a traffic light she kissed me. 

"Like that?" she asked sliding her hand along mine.

"You know it..."

The drive down to Perth Amboy was the first chance 
we'd had to really spend time together in a week.

We were like two kids again as we walked along the 
beach hand-in-hand. Sometimes we stopped to stare at 
something, I would hold her; she would hold me. I 
would suggestively feel her up. She made the 
suggestive sound of a cat. Once more we were lovers.

She seemed to be giving herself to me as we held on to 
one another, enjoying each other, spending the whole 
day together.

We went to a seafood restaurant for a good dinner.

"Don't get this out in Colorado," I said as I savored 
the fresh taste of the fish.

"What do you get?" she asked.

"Frozen or what they claim is fresh seafood shipped in 
same day. Ha!"

We walked through the tourist zone – most places the 
price did not match the item. We finally did go into 
one store where I bought her a necklace.

"Steve...!" she started to protest.

"Like I said, who do I have to spoil?"

I put new necklace on her over the other and gave her 
a kiss. We stepped outside the shop and around the 
corner where I was able to give her another more 
passionate kiss.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked as we started 
back to the car. 

She shrugged. I knew then what I wanted to do, but was 
she willing?

When we got into the car I tried to think of all the 
possibilities, she finally said: "Home?"
	
I nodded my head, started the engine and started the 
drive home which ended at her place. 

We stood by the door for a moment staring in to each 
other's eyes; I leaned down to give her a long 
passionate kiss, she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"You don't have to be anywhere yet do you?"

"No."

She fished her key from her purse, I took it, opened 
the door and we walked in. I reached back to the locks 
locking the door. She tossed the hat and purse toward 
a chair and spun around letting me take hold of her. 

"Thank you, Steve," she said as she directed me to sit 
down. Then, to my surprise, Helen sat on my lap 
wrapping her arms around my neck. We kissed long and 
hard. I slid my hands over her back and shoulders and 
taking a chance, I slipped my fingers under the thin 
shoulder strap slipping it from her shoulder. 

The top was elastic which gave me the chance to pull 
the dress down from her nice small breasts. 

Helen's mouth met mine again, she said softly: "I'm 
your cousin."

She tried to pull the dress back up as I held it 
staring in to her eyes. 

"Second," I reminded her.

"But, technically this isn't supposed to happen." She 
held her hands over her breasts.

"Who says?"

"Society."

"A lot they know about cousins."

She let go of the dress laying her head on my 
shoulder, I caressed her breast fingering her nice 
hard erect nipple. We just sat there kissing for a 
while. Finally I slid my hand along her leg gathering 
the dress up until I reached her hips and the little 
white lace panty.

Helen nuzzled my neck as I caressed her pussy. She 
spread her legs allowing me to slip my hand between 
her legs and along the tender vee. As she rested her 
head on my shoulder, I caressed and fondled her, with 
a smile and gleam in her eye she began opening my 
shirt.

"Tit-for-tat," she said softly until she began 
slipping it off me. Somehow she was able to get the 
shirt off me as I was able to get the dress off her.
	She kissed me along my chest and neck as I made a 
small hickey on her neck she made a sigh as I pressed 
the little lace panty in to her pussy to fondle the 
erect clit.

She began moving her hips on me then gasped: "Oh! Ah, 
Steve...!"

Suddenly, and to my pleasure she came in a gush, her 
juices seeping from her in a surge. "Oh...Steve," she 
sighed as I continued to fondle and caress her pussy 
then, bringing her to a second orgasm: "Aaaah, Oh, 
god, what are you doing to me...?"
 
Then softly in a timid voice she finally said: "Steve, 
I – I think you opened up something in me today, 
something I never knew was there. And no, I realize it 
hasn't been a bad thing. It's something that I've held 
in check within myself for many years. It's something 
I wish I'd known about a long time ago."

"You're learning all over again, Helen," I told her. 
"It's going to takes time."

"I know. Do we have time?"

I nodded my head. "Yes."

I kissed her again. Then leaned back laying on my back 
pulling Helen down on top of me, her small full firm 
breasts pressed in to my chest. I could tell by her 
eagerness and arousal that Helen never did anything 
like this – this was all new to her. She was like a 
teen-aged girl, like the first time I did anything 
like this to her. To Helen, this is how love should be 
between two people – a man and a woman expressing 
their love to one another without inhabitations. 

Our kisses began tentatively, exploring, hesitant at 
first getting to know one another then our kisses 
became more passionate and intimate. 

After a moment I turned to roll her on her back, her 
long dark hair spreading out in a halo about her head. 
I began to slowly suck and lick and kiss her tender 
breasts. Helen was drawing in deep breathes as I 
kissed her nice small erect puffy nipples. 

She put a hand over mine stopping me.	

"Steve, what – what are you going to do to me?" She 
asked in a soft tone as I cupped the breast to fondle 
and caress its full form, the middle finger caressing 
the hard form of the nipple.

"Make love to you the way I wished I could have so 
many years ago." I kissed her as I moved the hand down 
her side to slip it inside her panty and the thatch of 
downy hair; moist with her juices. She opened her legs 
just enough to let me slid my hand between her legs to 
feel her nice wet pussy and erect clit. "This isn't 
going to hurt you – darling."

"Y-You wanted to make love to me?"

As I kissed and sucked on the G-spot on her bringing 
moans of pleasure from her, I said: "Of all the girls 
I knew at that time, you were always my favourite." 

"And we're cousins..."

I caressed her pussy the panty becoming wet with her 
feminine juices. Slowly with gentle caressing of her 
swollen little clit, I fingered her pussy as we 
kissed. My finger slid in to her warm wet womanhood, 
my thumb molesting her hard erect clit.

She sighed moving her hips: "Oh yes, Steve. I – I've 
missed this. Be gentle, Steve..." 

I laid her back on the sofa, her long dark hair a halo 
about her head. I pushed the dress above her hips and 
waist. I leaned over her kissing her neck and chest; I 
left love marks on her breasts and body, kissing her 
down to her waist and the panty waist band. Finally I 
grasped the waist band to pull her panty down.

I drew in a breath as I gazed at her pussy moist with 
her juices. 

Helen realized she was vulnerable to me now as I 
fondled her pussy. I slid my hand over the smooth V 
between her legs to fondle her pussy pressing my 
finger in to her warm wet womanhood, molesting her 
pulsing clit. After a moment I drew the hand up to the 
waist band of the panty then slid it in and down to 
her warm wet pussy sliding my finger through the 
thatch of downy hair about her throbbing young 
womanhood.

I thrust my finger in and out of her, she moaned 
loudly as I went in deep with each thrust. Then, on 
impulse, something I only did once to a girl and it 
about drove her over the edge nuts: I pulled out of 
her before cumming in her.

"No!" Helen screeched at me and pulled on my arm, 
trying to get me back in her. "Don't leave me like 
this, Steve!" She pleaded.

I rose up on my knees with a wicked grin then to her 
astonishment I went back down between her legs to her 
sopping wet pussy to take her clit between my lips and 
suck and lick, kiss her until she immediately cam on 
my out stretched tongue. She threw her head back with 
a cry of the lust that consumed her as my tongue 
molested her pussy.

I reached up as I sucked on her tender pussy, taking 
her breasts in each hand to gently squeeze them 
playing with them feeling the erotic silkiness of her 
skin as I tongued her. In less than a minute, she 
reached down and slammed my face into her cunt as she 
shouted: "Ohhhhhhhh!" a second time, cumming on to my 
out stretched tongue.

Her body flailed about as I held on for dear life. Her 
back arched and her fingers clutched my hair even 
harder. 

"Oh, gentle, Steve... gentle, please...make it good, 
Steve..."

After a minute she was breathing hard as she lifted 
her hips, throwing her head back Helen let out a sharp 
gasp and "Oh!" she cam again in a torrent of her 
feminine juices. I couldn't help but grin that I'd 
brought her to an orgasm so soon but seems she was 
already aroused by the fact that she knew she'd get 
laid that night. 

She sighed: "Ah, oh... yes, yes!"

Helen's face was flushed from her exertions. She 
looked up at me through the tears in her eyes. I know 
she felt and was enjoying the feel of my hand on her 
womanhood.

I caressed her pulsing clit wondering if I could go 
down on her a second time eating her out right there; 
more than that, I wanted to just have the pleasure of 
fucking the hell out of her too. 

This had to be the first time Helen had been 
penetrated by another man this way; I eased my finger 
in and out of her nice and tight young womanhood – I 
couldn't help but also think of her as a young girl, 
remembering her as a virgin; taking the girl for the 
first time. My finger slid in to her nicely lubricated 
pussy until I was all the way in then slowly slid it 
back, then in again and then set up a gentle caressing 
rhythm as I caressed her clit with my thumb. Soft 
moans and oooh's from Helen told me she was enjoying 
what I was doing to her; she rocked her body back and 
forth and moved her hips with the fingering of her 
pussy.

After another minute Helen thrust her hips and with a 
sharp "Aaargh! Oh ye—sss!" she came a second time her 
juices flowing on to my hand. 

As I fingered her, Helen reached over to feel and 
fondle my raging hard malehood. She grasped it through 
the pants material and began caressing it until I was 
afraid I'd lose it in a torrent of juice. I finally 
brought her off a third time her feminine juices 
coming in a stream that drained her.

Helen lay back catching her breath then said in a soft 
voice: "What – what you just did to me Steve was 
beautiful. I've never experienced that in all my life 
. I – I love you for that... what you just did to me."

I took her panty the rest of the way off tossing it 
down onto the floor, loosened my pants; she drew in a 
breath as my hard erect cock was freed from the pants. 
I quickly moved onto her, pressing her in to the 
cushions with my weight.

My hard cock probed the tenderness of her opening, it 
was nice and moist, she was ready for me to take her, 
to possess her, use her for my own pleasure, she was 
mine to use as I wanted. I slowly pushed my cock into 
her penetrating her as I lowered my mouth to hers. 
Helen moaned as I penetrated her, she was now mine – 
even for the night. She was nice and tight – almost it 
seemed virgin tight.

Helen's pussy was nice and tight, sliding my cock in 
to her wetness was like slipping my hand in to a tight 
glove; she thrust her hips begging me to go deeper in 
to her; her pussy was nice and tight – tight as a 
virgin's. I steadily slid myself in to her, I gasped 
as I went deeper, her pussy gripping me as if in 
desperate need to feel a male, any male inside her. 
She needed what I had and was willing to let me have 
what I wanted. I reached the depth of her pussy then 
slowly drew back, stopped for but a moment then thrust 
forward; I slowly thrust in and out of her tightness 
letting her savour the feel of my malehood just inside 
her for the first time. 

I probed the tenderness of her opening, my cock thick 
and hard, her tender pussy was nice and moist, she was 
ready for me to take her, to possess her, use her for 
my own pleasure, she was mine to use as I wanted. 
Slowly I pushed my cock into her penetrating her as 
our mouths locked together. Helen moaned as I 
penetrated her, she was now mine.
 
Just as Helen was about to cum again, I pulled out and 
stood, she gasped: "Ah no...Steve!"

 "Not yet, sweetheart. Not yet." I hitched my pants 
up, picked her up and carried her in to the bed room. 
I lay her across the bed, her legs spread; once more 
open for my pleasure. I opened my pants and took out 
my erect cock probed her sopping wet pussy, I thrust 
hard in to her: She took me with a groan as I once 
more went deep in to her, thrusting harder. 

It was sometime late that night we lay in each other's 
arms getting our breath and composure back. I couldn't 
get over that this beautiful creature was still so 
willing to give herself to me that night.

I reached over to the night stand and my wallet. Helen 
still lay across my chest watching me in the dull lamp 
light. I took out a spare house key: I had a spare 
ignition key too in the wallet. I've locked myself out 
more than once.

I passed her the key. "In case you need a long 
vacation, come on out west. This is the key to the 
house. You can stay with me instead of some motel 
that'll eat up your savings."

She took the key from me, clutching it she kissed me, 
pressing me down with her chest, her breasts felt too 
good to even dream about.

She said as she slipped on top of me: "You know I 
will, cuz."

Two months later as I approached the house I spotted a 
familiar car in the driveway. Something told me I was 
in for a surprise. I pulled in the driveway behind the 
other car which had New Jersey license plates.

"Helen!" I nearly called out as I jumped out of my 
truck.

I rushed inside and there seated on the sofa in a very 
suggestive manner, her legs tucked up under her 
wearing a long ankle length beige strapless dress with 
low neck line that showed off her beautiful breasts 
and a slit up the right side that showed an ample 
amount of her leg was my cousin. 

Helen held up the house key I had given her and said: 
"Surprise."

END

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