[young_ad]

My Cousin

I have a cousin who is a year younger than me. When we were kids, we used to stay over at each other’s places, and sleep on the same bed. We used to tease each other by tickling each other and stuff like that. Sometimes, we would even hug each other to sleep. Our parents of course, were not very happy about it and soon they didn’t let us stay over anymore.

When we were kids, we didn’t play games like ‘doctor’ or anything like that. We didn’t even wonder why I had a dick and she didn’t. It was more of the innocent fun that kids have.

When we grew up, we didn’t really see each other much, except at family gatherings.

Now let me tell you something about my cousin. She isn’t hot as in drop dead gorgeous, but she is definitely borders on ‘fuckable’. I never really gave it much thought until I saw her at a dance competition one day.

She was the president of her school’s dance club. She had grown from a cute little preteen into a sexy teenager. At 15, I guess she wasn’t really developed but her body was slim and very toned, thanks to all the dance routines she learned.

However, seeing her dressed in such skimpy outfits after ages of not seeing her really stirred my loins. Unfortunately, I couldn’t put any plans to action as I was busy studying for my O Levels. Two years later, it was a totally different story.

I was lucky to be promoted to the second year of my studies in that crappy Junior College I was in (no names mentioned). She made it to a reputable Junior College and became the president of their dance club too.

I was in the Biology-Chemistry-Maths combination in my school while she was doing the same with added Physics. Being very weak in my sciences, I decided to ask her for help.

So she became my personal tutor. Somehow or another, despite being a year behind me in her studies, she seemed to be good at everything.

Our tuition sessions sometimes lasted late into the night and of course, her parents frowned upon this. But we didn’t care. Somehow I felt she enjoyed spending time with me. Just like how we spent so much time together as kids.

One night however, I noticed that she wasn’t being her normal cheerful self. Worried about her, I asked her why.

She didn’t really want to tell me what happened, but from the bits and pieces she told me, it seemed like some of her school mates (males) were disturbing her.

My good friend from secondary school happened to be in that same JC as her, so I asked him to find out what was going on.

After a couple of days of her not acting like her usual cheery self, my friend told me that one of the track and field guys had asked her to be his girlfriend but she refused so he got his friends to stalk her and follow her around.

Basket, you do not know how pissed off I was. I mean grow up man. If a girl rejects you why the hell do you have to subject her to such torture?

So I called a couple of my friends (not really gangsters) and we went down in our school uniform to ‘talk’ to that guy. Not a really smart thing to do. But I felt that he needed to be taught a lesson.

We waited for the guy outside school. My friend pointed him out to my group. When he saw us approaching him, he ran. Basket, track and field, damn fast runner. But he had no brains to match his speed. Instead of running into school, he ran in the opposite direction. We caught up with him after a few hundred meters. We were at a void deck of some estate. We dragged him to the tenth floor and pushed him towards the wall.

I told him to fuck off and stop disturbing my cousin. He told me to mind my own business. He also said something like he had gang connections and told me to watch out. Suddenly, one of my friends took out a penknife and put it to the guy’s throat. He told him he better watch his mouth or else he will get it. Then my friend showed him a tattoo. I didn’t see it clearly so I wasn’t sure what gang he was from. In fact I didn’t even know he was from a gang.

So we left the guy there. I’m pretty sure he pissed in his pants or something. Now back to the actual story.

I didn’t hear from my cousin for a few days. According to my friend, she didn’t go to school for a week. I was pretty worried about her. She didn’t reply to my messages either and didn’t answer when I called her. I thought maybe I did the wrong thing by threatening the guy. I thought wrong.

A few more days passed without word from my cousin when I suddenly received a message from her. It was around midnight at that time. She asked me if I was free to meet her. Being concerned about her, I agreed.

As I had just gotten my bike license then, I biked down to her place which was quite nearby. We both lived in the east.

When I reached her place, she was already outside her house. I looked in and it seemed like no one was home. Her dad’s car was nowhere to be seen. She didn’t say anything but looked at me. I passed her a helmet and we biked off.

I didn’t know where to go. When I asked her where she wanted to go, she merely said that she wanted to go somewhere quiet where we could talk. My first thoughts were east coast. So I headed to the ECP and arrived at east coast a short while later.

We got off the bike and walked towards the beach, it was a chilly night. As she walked ahead of me, her almost waist-long hair was blown about by the breeze. Her shorts seemed to accentuate her long legs and I could not help but have dirty thoughts about her. But I managed to get those thoughts out of my head and push thoughts of concern in instead.

She sat down at the stone thingy by the beach. What is it called? Breakwater? I seem to have forgotten my geography. Anyway, I just sat down beside her, not saying a word.

It seemed like eternity passed before she spoke.

“Why did you do that?” She asked.

“Do what?” I acted dumb.

“Threaten him.”

“I don’t know. Scare him away I guess. Why?”

“My friends think I got gangster connections now.”

“So what? Just tell them it’s your cousin la.”

“I can’t… They-“ and she burst into tears.

“They what?”

She refused to answer. I moved closer towards her and took her hand.

“What did they do?”

She kept silent and looked at me, tears streaming down her face. I wiped them off with my thumb. Suddenly, she pulled me towards her and buried her face in my shoulder.

“They touched me.”

“What? WHO?”

“Darren and his friends.” (Note: Names have been changed to protect identities)

“THEY WHAT!!?? THOSE FUCKERS!!”

“Don’t tell anyone please. It was the day after you talked to him. They waited for me after school and dragged me into the boys’ toilet.”

“Did you call the police?”

“NO! Don’t do that! Dad will kill me!”

“I think he will kill them if he finds out.”

“No please! Don’t tell anyone ok? I trust you.”

“Fucking hell.” I pushed her away and took out my handphone. I called my friend and told him what had happened. We decided to look for the guy the next week and teach him a lesson.

I think she was quite pissed off with me. I tried to hug her again to comfort her but she sort of pushed me away.

“Send me home.”

I decided it was best not to argue with her in her emotional state and we walked back to the bike.

to be continued...