One Thousand Apologies - Part 2 (censored) - Sex Stories

One Thousand Apologies - Part 2 (censored)

... ========================================================================= I woke in the dark living room with pain gripping my lower back. “Son of a bitch!” as I gently spun around and placed my feet on the floor. “This isn’t going to fucking work” I muttered to myself as I hoped the spasm wouldn’t last too long. I winced with each step as I climbed the stairs and slowly opened the door to my room. Hannah was in a fetal position, asleep on my bed, as I thought “Should I do this?” As I went down to one knee beside the bed my back flared up again. I silently replied back to myself “I don’t know what else I can do.” I gently shook Hannah by her shoulder, whispering her name. A minute later she grudgingly opened her eyes, saw it was me, and said “Hey, what’s the matter?” I leaned in close to whisper, “I was sleeping on the couch and now my back is killing me. I hate to ask this, but - do you think there’s a chance we could share the bed?” She stared at me for another minute (I’m thinking “Oh God, what did I just do?”), then stuck a finger in my face, scolding me. “OK, but you have to promise not to be a perv. If you poke me - with a finger or – anything – I will break it off! Do you understand? ” “Yes mam. I understand.” We bunched up the blanket to make a wall between us, me flat on my back staring up at the ceiling, she on her left side looking at the wall. There was sun coming in the window when I awoke with a full bladder and found a hand on my chest. Hannah was turned ...

... towards me, as close as the blanket still between us would allow, with her left arm stretched over my body. I brought my right hand over hers, thinking how this was something I could get very used too. On the other hand, I did really have to piss and couldn’t lay there forever. My back was somewhat better, but still too stiff to take an early morning walk. Instead I opted for a hot shower, deep in thought as the water poured over my body. I knew how I felt about Hannah, not just how I had been lusting over her, but how easy she had been to talk to. This was the way I always wanted to feel about a girl. On the outside, she was so accessible, so free and easy, but I still didn’t know how she thought about me. Was she like this with everyone? Was it only because I was her cousin? Or because she was feeling the same attraction that I was? How could I ever find a way to ask my cousin if she had the hots for me? Still so many questions, and it was that fear of the unknown that I still couldn’t conquer. ========================================================================= It was around ten when Paul called. “Hey man, you still in for Three Rivers on Sunday?” We’d been to three games already that year, usually sprinting into the stadium to grab a $1 general admission seat in left field. This time we splurged and bought four box seats, first row behind the visitor’s dugout, for $4.25 each, to see a double header against the Phillies. “For sure, I wouldn’t miss it.” “That’s good, because ...