Marlyn's Cousin from PI Ch. 08

Marlyn's Cousin from PI Chapter 8

A quick little intro you can skip if you've read the other stories in this set. I'm in love with my very petite Filipina girlfriend (Marlyn) that I met in college. A few years after we graduated we moved into an apartment together. A couple of months later, her tiny young cousin from the Philippines moved in with us and she wanted to finish her nursing degree. Maria, although extremely pretty was kept away from boys her entire life. Marlyn convinced me I should teach her cousin a little about the birds and the bees so she doesn't have to worry about some slick boy hurting her.

I have no idea what is happening but I figured I'd answer a few technical questions and sex and we'd be done with it. Instead the three of us watched a porno together and young Maria ended up naked using the tip of my cock as a dildo to get herself off and then licking Marlyn sweet pussy to orgasm!

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Not long after our fun, I must have dozed off. I slept like a rock that night. It was about 5:30 AM when I woke. I woke up almost with a lot of anxiety; like I was angry with myself. I realized I was ashamed at how far I had gone with my girlfriend's cousin. I felt like the walls were closing in on me. I put on my underwear, socks, running shorts and a t-shirt and snuck out of the house. The second I was outside I put on my jogging sneakers. I just started running. I thought about how terrible I was and realized I needed to apologize to Maria today. She trusted me and I don't know what the hell got into me.

I got into the bathroom before the others were up and washed myself down. I scrubbed roughly, perhaps I was trying to punish myself or scape off the shame. Marlyn was up and jumped on me and hugged me as soon as I got into the bedroom. I said the words I regretted the moment they came out of my mouth, "We need to talk." I told her I felt terrible about what I've done and when I get back from work we'll apologize for my behavior to Maria and hopefully she'll forgive me.

Marlyn kept trying to interrupt. "I don't think you really know what is going on." She kept saying that or "You need to know something first." I finally started yelling as Marlyn wasn't listening and I admit I didn't have time for one of her long discussions. Thankfully Maria was still in her room when I left for work. I wasn't ready to have her see the guy who betrayed her trust and innocence.

At work I was pretty much useless. I felt terrible about the way I handled the discussion with Marlyn. I could tell she was fighting back the tears. I couldn't help but notice, I missed Maria saying 'good morning' to me like she does every morning. When she says it so sweetly it gives you a feeling like this could be the beginning of the best day of your life. I know it sounds strange but she manages to make me smile every time I think about it, every day. About 2PM I got a text. It was from Marlyn. It just said 'you need to get home right away'. I tried calling but it just went to voicemail, now I was getting upset again as I was at least heading home while she ignored my call.

I walked through the kitchen door and poor Maria was sobbing. Marlyn looked at me with watery eyes and said, "She's inconsolable. You need to talk to her." I couldn't tell if she was upset for me taking advantage of her trust or perhaps it was about school or work. I had no idea what to say. I'm useless with women whey they get emotional. I tend to want to analyze things with them which never cheers them up.

I put my hand on her shoulder, it pretty much covered her slender left side. I said, "Maria" and another loud sob burst out of her. Clearly, I was not helping. I tilted my head to Marlyn trying to ask for more details without talking

"She heard us this morning. She feels terrible about causing trouble for us. She insisted on packing her things but I made her promise to wait until you came home." Marlyn said as she rubbed Maria's little back with her dainty hand. "This isn't the first time she planned on leaving, you know."

"Maria," I said, "Marlyn and I have heated exchanges from time to time and we'll do it whether you are here or not. I'm so sorry if I made you feel bad. If you could give me a chance to clear things up with her, I promise to try and make things up to you." I got her a fresh glass of ice water and kissed the top of her head as I helped her into her bedroom. I didn't feel good about delaying my apology to her but Marlyn clearly knew more than she was telling me.

As soon as the door closed Marlyn started in, "She loves us and doesn't want to cause a strain on our relationship." I tried to think; I honestly couldn't think of either of us raising our voices at all in the past several months.

"When did we fight last?" I asked wondering what it was even about. Most of our fights are about really insignificant things when we look back at them.

"It's not about a fight," Marlyn started. "About two months ago I came home and I could hear Maria crying in her room. I came in and she had her bags out and was packing. I asked her what is was the matter. She said she was falling in love with you and needed to get away. She thanked me so much for the two of us taking her in but was worried she'd let her feelings burst out. She said she couldn't bear to cause us pain."

"I couldn't help but feel even closer to her for trying to protect us." Marlyn continued without pause. "I never felt so much like I could trust another girl around you like this. I know other girls want to take you away from me, but she just wanted to love you. She was willing to leave here with no money just to keep us happy. I decided then, that we could help each other if she was willing."

"I knew how happy she made you when you hung out together just talking. I see how sweet you are to each other getting each other snacks or beverages. She told me about the time you protected her from those gang members who were trying to pick her up." (I liked how cool that made me sound but they were just some thug wannabees and she deserved a nice boy from her school with a future). "I decided to give you a nudge. I was hoping if you were attracted to her enough I wouldn't have to worry about those skanks and sluts throwing themselves at you at work all day. You don't think I've noticed it over and over again when I visit you at the office that your company only hires tramps?"

I felt terrible for Maria but had to laugh at what Marlyn said. Marlyn is always paranoid about girls like our waitresses or cashiers and that actually stroked my ego but no one was throwing themselves at me at work. I think I'd have noticed if we had a lot of sluts and skanks at work as it would be a huge boost for the male morale. I didn't dare say any of that though as I could tell Marlyn was angry. I just said, "You don't need to worry, no one at work has any interest in me."

"HAH!" Marlyn said, "What about that little SLUT Tracie? Tracie the SLUT is always twirling her hair around you and sticks out her chest whenever you are around. And no one drops her pen that often so they have to pick it up in front of you! She flirts like that even when I'm around!" I wanted to correct Marlyn and tell her Tracie's last name was Taylor, not 'the slut' but hopefully I'd get to use that joke another time.

I said, "Our receptionist?" Marlyn nodded her head with a snap. I just wanted to make sure as we had more than one Tracie although I don't think Marlyn met Tracy in finance -- she's a sweet little old admin who puts out a big bowl of candy for everyone including peanut butter cups! "Tracie isn't flirting -- that's a nervous habit -- I don't think I've ever seen her NOT do it. I doubt she can control herself. That nervous behavior is probably why she's always dropping pens. And as for sticking out her chest, she probably just hasn't bought bigger shirts as her breasts are probably still growing since she just turned 20. And before you ask how I know she just turned 20, it's because she gave me the piece of cake with the 2 and 0 candles when we celebrated in the break room."

Boom! drop the mic but I figure that would calm Marlyn down if she just thought about it logically. For some reason Marlyn's eyes were now bulging. She made a sound of extreme frustration before she started up again, "What about that French little trollop, Monique always sniffing around you touching your arm when she laughs. I can smell her perfume where she's touched you -- probably some cheap knock off perfume! And what is the deal with her -- don't they ever button up their blouses in France?"

"First of all, Monique is from Quebec, not France. Her parents are from Paris but she's Quebecois." I have no idea why I said that but I felt like I should disprove every assumption Marlyn had. "Second of all she just thinks I'm funny. She told me she uses the copy machine near my desk just because she enjoys my humor! Lastly, she probably just gets hot walking up all those stairs to use our copy machine -- she's always very tidy when I stop by unannounced to see her boss!"

Marlyn was literally shaking and was obviously not listening to a word I said. I was probably going to have this same conversation again when she wasn't so angry. "You are impossible! OK, what about that new skank, Jennifer, Jennifer the Skank from accounting with the short slut-skirts? She's always resting her hand on your back and leaning close looking over your shoulder. Why do you think she's doing that?!"

"As you said, she's new to the company and wants to learn the ropes. She likes it when I help her understand why we do things in my department. I think she appreciates that I make time to answer her questions. The more I help her with her computer and questions, the better for my department as she often slips through my requests that used to get flagged for upper management approval. As for resting her hand on my shoulder, that's probably for balance, she seems to have a lot of trouble with her super high heels, she's always getting her shoes stuck on her computer cables so I have to crawl under there to help her get her computer working. It happens so often she hides me under there so she doesn't have to explain if her boss comes by that it happened again."

Marlyn stared at me -- her eyes wide as she just hung her mouth open. "You have an IT department. You aren't in IT, why doesn't she ask them for help!?!" She sounded like she was going to have a fit for some reason.

"I asked her that as I didn't want her waiting around if I was not at the office. She explained that she likes calling me because our IT guys are lazy. They just say -- call me back after you've tried rebooting. She knows I'll take the time to listen to what her needs are and get her going."

I'm not sure if I was expecting an apology from Marlyn, but somehow this definitely didn't feel like one. "How can you be so amazingly clueless and so smart at the same time? I'm probably better off with you being oblivious." I wasn't quite sure if I should say anything knowing that she thought she won the argument and I knew I had.

I decided to talk about something I had avoided going at head-on for years. "I know your father was a ladies' man and cheated on your poor mom a lot. But I'm not him. I never ever ever want to cause you pain like that."

Marlyn hugged me with tears in her eyes. "You can't help it! I see how much you resist but men can't control themselves. They are biologically programmed to sleep around. I read that in a couple of magazines. I know you would resist but you can't fight millions of years of evolution!"

I kind of chuckled but I was also kind of stunned. I said, "Women are programmed to seek out the biggest guy possible to protect them and their children. Are you going to dump me, the moment some huge muscle-bound guy takes interest in you? Should I just give up on our relationship because we are fighting biological programming?"

Marlyn punched my arm, "women are different; men can't help themselves."

I said, "you know that women cheat just as much as men. Did you ever think I don't like the thought of the men you work with leering at you? I'm sure they hit on you all day!"

Marlyn looked at me as if that was nonsense. "That's different," she said. "Women do it for lots of reasons." Somehow, she bought the excuses her magazines had given her but also believed men couldn't stop seeking out their next conquest. My opinion apparently didn't matter. "As for the men at the office -- you just proved my point -- all men are dogs!"

"Look, clearly we have some stuff to talk about but I think I should apologize to Maria right now." I knocked on Maria's door. She was still crying, lying face down on her bed next to her duffle bag. I sat down next to her and put my hand on her shoulder. "Maria, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to take advantage of you! I can't apologize enough. I have no excuse. I promise it will never happen again."

She put her face against my chest and was soaking my shirt with her tears. I handed her the glass of water and tilted it towards her mouth as she took a gulp. "I'm sorry you don't find me pretty enough. I wanted to make you happy and excite you the way you excite me!" She started shaking again.

"Woah -- this has nothing to do with how amazingly pretty you are or how much you excite anyone." This is about me taking advantage of a wonderful, kind and innocent young lady. You have to be one of the sweetest people I've ever met and I acted like an animal. I have no excuse and just want to apologize."

Marlyn leaned a little bit into the doorway and said, "tell her how you feel."

I thought I just did. "Maria, I literally look forward to your smile, every day more than you can imagine. I cherish how you appreciate and sweetly thank me, when I happen to be up and get you a plate of cookies or an apple. You make me blush when you give me little kisses on the cheek or bring me a snack.

Maria was still crying but was able to get the glass of water herself this time.

Marlyn gave a sigh of frustration and said, "How do you feel about me?"

I immediately said, "I love you of course!"

Marlyn then said, "Tell her how you feel about her!"

I immediately said, "I love her of course!" Whoops -- I didn't think that through. I never even told my first long term girlfriend from high school I loved her before her parents and her moved away just a year after we started dating. It took me nearly nine months to tell my first college girlfriend I loved her, almost six months after she told me. I kept debating it in my brain as I didn't want to mislead her if I wasn't sure. I told Marlyn I loved her after about six months of us dating mostly because I felt horrible that she said it after just a month and while I wasn't sure I was 100% I was 'in love,' I definitely loved her.

Maria looked up at me with teary eyes; her little nose was all red. She said, "Do you really love me?"

I thought about it and I have no idea how Marlyn knew but I did. "I do love you Maria," I said and didn't feel any hesitation.

Maria kissed my face so many times and finally said, "I love you so much! I've wanted to tell you for months!"

Maria and Marlyn had a long conversation in Tagalog but it didn't sound tense and there was even some light laughter. Things finally calmed down and we had nice light meal of sandwiches and chips. Maria thought Marlyn and I could use some alone time. I invited Marlyn for a walk and she happily put her little hand in mine as we enjoyed the sidewalks in our nearby neighborhoods. We stopped at the park and just chatted on the bench for a very long time. We got back home about an hour later and Maria's light was out and we couldn't hear any noise. She had a tough day and must have gone to bed early.

Marlyn and I decided to grab a shower before going to bed ourselves. We lit a candle and turned off the overhead fan light to make it more relaxing. Marlyn scrubbed me from top to bottom and stood up on the shower seat so she could give me a shampoo and a little shoulder rub. I shampooed and then conditioned Marlyn's hair and soaped up her cute little body. I admit I can't feel her silky smooth, firm little body without getting too excited. She could feel my cock resting on her cute little butt crack so she turned around looked at it and smiled. She used her facial soap on my cock -- I guess she was worried about its complexion. It was now painfully hard. She turned around and bent over to soap her feet.

I continued soaping her back and slipped a soapy finger up her butthole. I wasn't sure but think she let out a slight moan. I wasn't trying to do it but my cock kept finding her rosebud. I had never put my cock inside her backside and tried not keep it away from there as she usually jumped when it touched her there. Tonight, Marlyn actually grabbed my cock and held it against her delicate opening. She whispered, "I've been worried what you would think if I let you do this and a little afraid it would hurt. Lately, you've shown me you still love and lust after me even if I get a little naughtier than usual. You deserve this, Honey." She then backed up a bit while holding my slippery cock in place.

She let out what could only be described as a 'yelp'. I didn't want to hurt her. She didn't need to do anything different than we've already done to excite me or make me feel good but I wasn't complaining about this new development. Marlyn could sense my hesitation and whispered, "Don't worry, Honey. It feels good, I'm just not used to it. If it makes you feel better, you can pretend I'm your little whore from work, Tracie the Slut!" She backed up a little more and nearly another inch slipped into her.

"Oh Mr. Johnson, I'm only a fake blonde but I'd like you to use me as a whore tonight!" Marlyn raised her voice and tried to sound ditzy but was still speaking softly. She backed a bit more in and let out a pretty loud "unhhaaa" sound. "Oh Mr. Johnson, you have such a big cock. I've wanted to jump you since I got the job as the receptionist. You're so forceful -- that really turns me on!" I appreciated how much she was getting into this as she continued to urge me further. I was now nearly all the way in. "Oh my God, Sir! Your cock feels so good!" I gave a final push and Marlyn's voice became much louder.

"Tracie, I'm not convinced you want this enough," I said trying not to smile. "You have to prove to me you are slutty enough to enjoy your new duties."

"UHNNGH! Treat me like a whore!" I reached around and pressed against her clit as I continued to plunge in and out of her backside. "OH God, call me a whore. Fuck me in the ass! make me cum!"

I can't recall her ever being so graphic -- I think pretending to be Tracie gave her some freedom. I grabbed onto her hips and began slamming hard. "Is that what you want, WHORE? Say it whore!"

Marlyn was not longer using the ditzy voice she just screamed, "OH GOD, Honey, I'm cumming so hard! Unnnnghhhh!" There was no way I was going to hold back with that verbal encouragement. I pumped in as much semen as I could. Her legs seemed to turn to jelly as she began to sink trying to hold on to the bar as she lay crumpled on top of her legs on the shower seat. I looked at her gorgeous buns as my cum leaked out slowly mixing with the water cascading down from the shower head. She looked thoroughly used. Eventually, Marlyn and just said, "Wow!" She turned around and just stared at my cock as it was close to her face.

She grabbed the regular soap and nylon thingy and scrubbed me for nearly a minute. She then slowly climbed up the shower seat and kissed me. I could see the delicious combination of shame and satisfaction on her face. I was pretty dang pleased at how she looked. "Oh honey, you were so powerful, you had all the control, that was exciting! Thank you, my Honey!"