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Loving Aunt

I was in my last year of high school when my parents were both tragically killed in a car accident. Being an only c***d, I went to live with my Aunt Jackie and my cousin Jill. My Uncle had passed away the year before due to illness, so it had been a very difficult period of time for all of us, but a natural normal fit when I went to live with them. Jill and I had always been close cousins growing up, and the fact we didn't live very far from one another made it easier for us to see one another during those years. Jill was in fact just three month's older than I was, though she seemed to enjoy holding that silly fact over my head most of my life. As for my Aunt, she looked a lot like my mother, and reminded me of her in many ways, though unlike my mother, my Aunt Jackie was a lot more liberal and open-minded about several things, including allowing my cousin and I to entertain having friends over provided nothing got seriously out of hand. That wasn't really an option for me however, as I had left most of my semi-close friends behind after graduation, and hadn't really been seeing or dating anyone. After the accident, I continued going to the same school I'd been going to as I did have my own car, which I appreciated in not having, or wanting to transfer to the same school my cousin Jill was then attending. In time things seemed to finally settle down into some semblance of normalcy once again, though with the uncertainty of a future ahead of me as far as continuing my ...

... education, and needing/wanting to help my Aunt out financially, it soon appeared that I'd have to remain living with them for a while yet even after graduating from school. Jill was in the same place as I was of course, working what was then a part-time job in order to help out, all the while trying to save up enough money to hopefully begin attending college the following year. And though my Aunt had a fairly decent job, she often worked long hours and often came home late in the evenings, requiring that Jill and I both help out around the house as well in order to keep things livable and pleasant for all of us under the circumstances. It was funny in a way, I certainly didn't look on Jill as being like a s****r, though that first year together that I lived there made it seem a little like that. But not having had any kind of sibling, growing up with, Jill was for me more friend than cousin even. And I know that Jill felt very much the same way. We could talk, share things with one another more like friends than even a b*****r or s****r would certainly share, and sometimes those discussions could get pretty interesting. Jill was fairly tall for a woman at just under five foot ten, another one of those things we teased one another about as I was exactly five foot ten, so there was but a hairs breath separating us height wise, though all she had to do was fashion her long dark hair just a little to make her appear taller than I was. We had the same color of hazel eyes to match the ...