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  MY COUSIN WENDY

  Volume One

  by Al Sloane

  Book 7 - A Wendy Memorial Day

  Book 8 - A Wendy Father’s Day

  Copyright © 2005, 2012 by Al Sloane

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the authors, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  The Story of My Cousin Wendy

  It was December, 2004. Fax machines, answer machines and portable phones were in vogue. You surfed the net on your computer, most likely with a 56k modem, and 80 gb was considered almost wasteful because nobody would ever need that much disk space.

  I'd gone through a lot of changes. I had owned a mostly one-man phone company for a quarter of a century, selling phone systems, doing adds, moves and changes and some repairs on existing systems. I'd also stumbled into the Self Storage industry, working on and installing computer run systems with keypads at the gates and alarm contacts in every unit. There was potential for lots of employees and lots of money but I never really got much past living week to week and there was never enough for the IRS at the end of the year.

  Rather than face up to life, I drank. I justified it by only doing it in the evenings and on weekends but I was putting down a 12 pack of beer most nights. Smoking was fairly acceptable back then and I smoked close to 3 packs a day. I was overweight.

  My wife had decided she'd had enough of me and left. Eventually I took a look at myself and quit drinking – something I'd insisted I could do when we would argue but never got around to doing. When Rob Reiner's “For the Children” cigarette taxes went into effect, I stocked up when I found cartons on sale, smoked what I had and then stopped.

  I got a bug up my ass and decided I was going to leave California and start a brand new life. Call it religious fervor or temporary insanity, I was able to get out of it before the house sold. I went around to some of my old customers and scrounged up enough work to feed myself. In my off time, I did a lot of reading on a couple of adult story sites. For a week or two the completely erotic (or stroke) was interesting, then I searched for stories that told a story. Some sex was OK, all sex just didn't interest me

  At some point I decided that I could write better than 80% of these clowns. I started my first book, a story about a high school boy in love with his sister. The first few chapters went up on my favorite site November 29 and I got an email from a fan 20 minutes after I submitted it.

  I have a cousin named Linda and I wrote a story called A Linda Christmas. It was supposed to be posted for a Holiday Story contest but the site that was running the contest was (and still is) a real pain to post anything to. I eventually wrote 14 stories about Linda, starting a week or so before the holiday and usually finishing several days after.

  Those stories were my therapy. By helping Linda through her problems, I was able to sort out my own. The improvement in my life was immense and I found that as the next holiday was approaching, the next part of the plot would come to me as well as the next thing in my past to explore.

  It was originally supposed to go through Christmas Eve, giving me a complete year of Linda. When I got into writing Thanksgiving, I knew she'd grown as much as she could and I'd looked at everything from the past that was there to look at. I ended the series at that point, Thanksgiving 2005.

  A funny thing happened after that, in the spring of 2006. I got that itch again. A Linda Wedding was born as an afterthought but also as an integral part of the tale of Linda's growth and recovery. It was what was needed to finally complete the story and provide a real happy ending.

  When the time came to publish, I went through all the stories and changed the names. I've always been sort of expecting the real Linda to come up behind me and slap me upside the head. She exists in real life as do her son, her sisters and parents and all the family of mine I mention. I think it's better if Linda becomes Wendy, so that's what I did. The only major change I had to make was to a song in A Wendy Mother's Day where a line changed from Linda Linda to Wonderful Wendy. It also changed from Spanish to English because my Spanish wasn't sufficient to come up with something starting with W.

  So, that's the story. I hope you enjoy reading about My Cousin Wendy.

  Al Sloane

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  MY COUSIN WENDY BOOKS

  Volume One

  Book 1 - A Wendy Christmas

  Book 2 - A Wendy Valentine's Day

  Book 3 - A Wendy St. Patrick’s Day

  Volume Two

  Book 4 - A Wendy Easter

  Book 5 - A Wendy Birthday

  Book 6 - A Wendy Mother’s Day

  Volume Three

  Book 7 - A Wendy Memorial Day

  Book 8 - A Wendy Father’s Day

  Volume Four

  Book 9 - A Wendy Independence Day

  Book 10 - A Wendy Labor Day

  Volume Five

  Book 11 - A Wendy Columbus Day

  Book 12 - A Wendy Halloween

  Book 13 - A Wendy Veteran's Day

  Book 14 - A Wendy Thanksgiving

  The Final Book

  A Wendy Wedding

  Contents

  Book 7 - A Wendy Memorial Day

  It's the weekend before a three day weekend and Wendy and Pete say goodbye to the old waterbed mattress before it's completely drained and hello to the new one after it's full. Pete sets Wendy free in a store that specializes in clothing for pregnant women. On the big weekend, Pete and the girls, now up to four, take a trip that includes several surprises and two motel rooms, as well as playing musical beds. After the weekend is over, it's evident that things will never be the same for any of them. Sexual Content – several explicit scenes.

  Chapter 1

  I checked the Caller ID as the phone rang. OUT OF AREA. Probably a creditor. On Sunday.

  I started walking back toward the bedroom when I heard Wendy on the answer machine.

  "Pete... Oh PEEE EEETE."

  I grabbed the phone. "Whadaya want?"

  "Nothing. Whatcha doin?"

  I'm just getting ready to empty my mattress."

  "On the waterbed?"

  "No. The one I stuffed all my millions of dollars in. Of course, the waterbed."

  "Why?"

  "Well, I washed the sheets yesterday... "

  "About time."

  "Smart Ass. Anyway, I went to put them back on and lifted the mattress up to tuck one edge in. There's water in the liner. I've got to empty it and see if I can patch it."

  "Ooh. Sounds like fun. Can I watch?"

  "I don't really want to wait for you to get here. I'll tell you what. I'll start draining it and you can watch after you get here."

  "But I want to see you suck the hose to get the flow started."

  "Too bad you're not here. You could give me some pointers. You're the expert at sucking hoses."

  "Ha Ha. Why don't you just wait for me."

  "Wendy, I can't. It's going to take some time to drain it and fill it back up. I don't want to be filling the mattress at 10:00 tonight."

  "OK. I'll get there as fast as I can. Bye."

  "See you later."

  I hung up the phone and went out to the back yard to get the hose. While I was out there I undid the catches on the screen on the side of my bedroom and took it off. I put the male end of the hose through the now open window, careful not to spill any water on the carpet.

  I'd just gotten back in the bedroom when the doorbell rang. Now what. Probably someone trying to sell their religion.

  I opened the door and there was Wendy with a big grin on her face. And a big belly.

  I hadn't seen her since Mother's day. Only a couple of weeks, but
she'd sure filled out a lot. She was wearing a shirt that wouldn't stay down. Her belly button was visible under the material being pushed up by her belly. Kind of like mine.

  She was wearing her (almost) MOTHER hat and was holding up a cell phone. Her tongue was sticking out.

  I leaned forward and kissed her before she could pull her tongue back in her mouth. Mine joined hers. She made a little hmmm ing noise as I did so.

  "Watch it. I'm really horny. I'm just about ready to pounce on you."

  "Sorry about that. I don't have a bed right now. Maybe later."

  "OK. Let's get going. But I need to warn you - it isn't really necessary to have a bed."

  We went in my room and I got the adapter from the drawer next to the sink. Robin brought the waterbed with her when we started living together. I don't remember a leak, but I know I bought a new mattress somewhere along the line. I'd had the bed for over 25 years, the mattress for 15 - 20. Hell, I might even buy a new mattress if the leak is bad enough. I was going to have to go to the waterbed store to get a bottle of algaecide, anyway.

  I screwed the adapter into the hose and Wendy held it while I lifted the fill spout up. I told her to hang on and went out to the hall closet and grabbed a few towels. I threw them on the mattress, out of the way. I took the cap off the fill spout and held it above the water level as Wendy stuck the hose in.

  "Just make sure it stays in. I'm going to go outside and turn on the water. Once we get the hose full, it will probably flow by itself."

  I went outside and unraveled the coiled up portion of the hose. Water came out of the hose as I straightened it out. The bottom of the mattress was a good two and a half feet above ground level, so gravity should do most of the work. Jr. High science class - water seeks it's own level. Or for those who aren't scientific, water flows downhill, not up.

  Once I got the hose laid out, I screwed the end in the faucet near the window.

  "I'm going to turn the water on. Make sure the hose doesn't come out."

  "OK."

  I turned the faucet a quarter turn. "Anything happening?"

  "Nope."

  Another quarter turn.

  "Nothing yet."

  A half turn this time.

  "Nothing. Wait a minute. Yeah. It's starting to put air in the mattress."

  "Don't worry. The hose emptied out some while I was playing with it. The water'll start coming out soon."

  It took a minute and some bubbles before the hose started pouring water into the mattress. I turned off the water and stood up, my head in the window.

  "Wendy. Grab on to the fill spout and lift the hose up a bit. Leave the end in the spout. I just want a gap to let out air."

  "OK."

  "Now, let the spout come down and let some of the air out."

  I could see the mattress wasn't cooperating. Some air came out but a huge bubble made its way to the middle of the mattress.

  "Hang on. I'll be right there."

  I walked around to the back of the house and made my way to the bedroom. I went to the side of the bed and leaned my arm on the mattress above the bubble.

  "Go ahead and lift the spout."

  She lifted it and I worked the bubble down so it was under the spout. She started to lower it and we could hear the air come out of the hole.

  "Cool. Stick the end in and I'll turn on the water and make sure the hose is full."

  I went outside and turned it on.

  "OK. I'm getting water."

  "Good. Push down so the end of the hose is way under the water line."

  "OK."

  I unscrewed the end of the hose. Some water escaped before I thought to bend the hose over on itself. I got it unscrewed and dropped the hose on the ground, waiting for the gush of water. No gush. No gurgle. No nothing.

  Wendy was smiling at me through the window.

  "I guess you get to suck."

  I got down low so I'd be below the level of the mattress and put the end of the hose in my mouth. I sucked and could hear air coming in between the hose and the coupling. I pushed the whole coupling in and wrapped my lips around the hose.

  "Deeper, deeper."

  It's a good thing the water hadn't started coming through or I would have laughed it out my nose. As it was, I spit the end of the hose out of my mouth.

  "Sorry, I couldn't resist."

  "(almost) BITCH if you ask me."

  "Hey, I said I was sorry. I'll be good." She stuck her tongue out.

  I stuck the coupling in my mouth, got the suction I needed and slowly sucked the air out of the hose. Some water made its way into my mouth, forcing me to spit out the hose. The end fell on the ground and water started pouring out.

  I went into the house and washed my mouth out with clean water. It helped, but I had to rinse my mouth out with mouthwash before I was back to normal. That 15 year old water sure didn't taste like the stuff that comes out of the tap.

  "Now you know how I feel."

  "Really? You've never said anything. You just swallow. I assumed you liked it or at least were able to put up with it."

  "Oh, don't be such a dweeb. I love it. I live for your come. I just couldn't pass up the opportunity."

  "Alright. I just don't want you to feel you have to do something if you don't enjoy it. I want you to get as much pleasure out of everything as I do."

  "I love everything we do. If I didn't like something, I wouldn't do it. God knows we've done enough stuff, it wouldn't hurt to skip one or two things. Don't worry, if you try something I don't like, I'll tell you. But I don't think that'll ever happen the way I love you."

  I drew her into my arms and we kissed. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, backing off so she could lift it over my head. I did the same with hers. I freed her breasts from her bra. They'd gotten bigger, too. We kissed some more as we slid down each others' shorts and underwear. I eased Wendy onto the mattress.

  "What about the hose?"

  I leaned over and made sure it was well seated in the spout.

  "The hose will be fine. We'll just make sure there's pressure on the water so it will flow faster."

  The missionary position wasn't going to work. It was bad enough with my stomach, now hers kept us that much further apart.

  I lay on my back. Wendy tried to sit on me and lower herself, but that didn't work. There was enough water missing that my body sank way down into the mattress. She couldn't get down far enough for me to enter her because of the way the mattress was up against my sides.

  We ended up with both of us on our sides. We made a cross with our genitals in the center. I could reach over and play with her larger than ever tits.

  "Careful. They're really sensitive."

  "Have they leaked any milk yet?"

  "Not yet."

  "I get dibs on first taste."

  "After me."

  It took some work to complete the task. There just wasn't enough traction for us to go at it hot and heavy. The lack of firmness of the mattress didn't help any but I don't think that position would work well not matter what the mattress was like. Next time I'd stand her up and lean her over the edge of the bed so I could stand behind her and get some traction. More stuff from Jr High science. And I thought I'd never apply that stuff in real life.

  Wendy wasn't in any hurry and neither was I. We continued, each of us contributing whatever motion we could. We were going on 25 minutes, much longer than I'd ever lasted unless it was the fifth or sixth time, when she started urging me on.

  "Oh, yeah. That's it. Keep going. You're doing it."

  I was starting to feel some sensation but had a way to go. I kept doing what I was doing and Wendy kept urging me on. She finally stopped talking and scrunched up her face. She reached down and grabbed my arms as she yelled "YESS!!!"

  Her pussy clamped down on my cock and that was all she wrote. She sucked everything I had out of me and then some.

  We untangled from each other and lay down on our backs. After a minute, Wendy bent her kn
ees and scooped out the liquids she was leaking. She made a show of holding her fingers over her open mouth and dripping our come into it. She swallowed the mixture and got another scoop. After she was convinced there wasn't any more, she looked at me and smiled.

  "See? I love your come." She rolled over on her side and proceeded to clean my cock off.

  Chapter 2

  The mattress was getting pretty low. I lifted up the top and was able to fold it almost in half. I held it tight and had Wendy pile books on top both to hold the overlap in place and to push the remaining water out.

  I glanced over at the fill spout and saw a label. "Jesus! This mattress has a date code of February, 1986. I'd say I got my use out of it. I think I'll just buy a new one."

  I got my clothes back on. Wendy put her shorts and her new bra on.

  "Boy, that's quite an industrial bra you've got there. How does it feel to have some real hooters?"

  "You know, as much as I've always wished for them, they can be a real pain. It's like there's this weight pulling me forward and down all the time. Of course, my huge ass belly adds to it."

  She left her shirt where I'd dropped it and went over to my closet. She dug through and picked up one of the shirts that was a little too small for me but I hadn't gotten around to throwing out.

  It covered her stomach fine but the shoulders came out about two inches past hers.

  "That's better. Let's go."

  "Can you still fit in your Miata?"

  "So far. I know it's going to get tougher to get in and out pretty soon."

  I gave her directions to the waterbed store. I guess I'm a relic of sorts. I remember the old days when each mall would have a huge store that sold waterbeds and lava lamps and smelled of incense. And for some reason, they sold cigarette papers and alligator clips.