I left a used condom in my parent's shower which led to a lovely, awkward conversation.... Fuck it, I can't top fucking one's step-sister. The only reason to tell anyone is a free trip to Chicago. I also went to Mizzou but have not slept with any family members, by law or biologically. The pillow talk alone would be awkward enough.
I understand that this is a bit out of the ordinary, but when it comes right down to it, they're not related, and their relationship was consensual. What's the problem? I mean, cracking a few jokes is alright, and this place is in fine form as always, but is this really upsetting you?
No. The only time something here ever really bothers me is normally something to do with a complete dumbass doing something really stupid. You've seen it happen.
This is like Cruel Intentions only it doesn't completely fucking suck. As long as you aren't pissing into your own gene pool, people can fuck whoever they want and if it doesn't feel gross, it isn't. Some people don't even let THAT stop them, and they grow up to be mayor of New York City.
When we were around 6 or 7, my parent's friend's daughter wanted to play doctor with me and said it was okay because she thought we were cousins. Felt pretty awesome to me. Also, my uncle married his first cousin and had kids that turned out pretty normal. The kids were never told of this and if I were them I'd never want to know.
When I was dating my ex-wife my senior year of highschool, my dad walked in on us fucking SO many times (that's what spontaneity gets you). It wasn't his fault; usually what happened was that I would tell him that she and I were going to leave, but then I'd see her bend over or something and think "Well, we don't need to leave just yet," and start going at it. Then my dad would hear a noise and come to investigate (because the house was supposed to be empty), and he'd see The Ice Cream Cake Girl spread open like a Thanksgiving turkey on the guest-room floor. When she and I were still together, Li'l Bandit caught us a few times. Luckily, he was too young to know what was going on. ("Me and mom are just wrestling. Naked. Sometimes grownups do that.") Once he was old enough to learn about sex, we leveled with him about what he saw in the past.
The taboo on cousin fucking is peculiar to the U.S. (maybe Canada?), but cousins marrying is still legal in more than half the union. Take a random man and woman out of the population; the chances that they're both carriers for the same recessive genetic defect are 1%. With cousins, it's 2%. Brother and sister, 50%. However, if you have (I think) three straight generations of cousins procreating, it gets to be as bad as brother and sister at that point. So in a nutshell: Fuck your cousin, don't bother pulling out (abortion pill for the win), tell no one if you live in North America.
I don't recall anyone saying it was left there. IT may truely be a lot on love outside her body.....it puts the lotion on it's skin...... OTher than highschool making out with a girl I was dating while her parents were driving but since it was dark I guess we assumed they were deaf? Thats about as awkward as my life got.....sadly. But I moved out at 17 to get ready for college in the fall 1500 miles away so that reduced parental "walk in" issues.
The summer before I started college, my mother caught me masturbating. But instead of simply walking out the the room like a normal person, she hands me the phone and makes me talk to some stranger who had a job in the major I was considering for college. I managed to turn off the vibrator before she walked in, so I don't think she realized I was naked from the waist down under a blanket. But to have your mother standing at the foot of your bed while you are half-dressed and force you to talk to some person you have never met about a major you might be considering is very awkward.
Awkward moments: 1. When I moved out of home, I forgot that I had left the stockings me and the then girlfriend used as restraints tied to all 4 corners of my bed. Sorry Mum. 2. When I was still living at home, I was a pretty serious pothead. I had a few friends around to blaze one night after my parents had gone to bed. I didn't understand what having newly installed ducted air conditioning would imply. I managed to dutch my parents room while they were asleep. They awake to a thick fog of smoke in their room. They were not best pleased. 3. Related to the above, I bought some smoke from a guy who was being watched by the cops. I parked my car, registered to my Dad for insurance reasons, within camera-sight of his house. Dad got a call from one of his friend's on the Force asking why his car was stopped outside a known drug dealer's house. Yeeeeah. That was fun. Pot makes you smart, kids.
I just remembered the time that my dad saw/found my porn stash in highschool. I used to keep all of my magazines in this chest-of-drawers in our guest room. Well, my dad hired some carpenters to do some work to the floor in that room, and they had to move everything out of there. So to move the chest of drawers, they took out the drawers, finding my porn stash. The fuckwads took the porn mags out and LEFT THEM ON THE DINING ROOM TABLE. WHAT. THE. FUCK. Nothing else from the drawers had be removed, just the porn. The rest of the drawers (and their contents) were stacked up in a completely different room. I know that my dad had to have seen them there on the table, but he didn't say anything. And you know that those assholes looked through them and might have even jerked off to them.
My dad caught me masterbating when I was a junior in high school. He wasn't supposed to be home yet and interrupted my usual jackoff routine. He walked in, saw me with my computer and said, "I hope you can erase that shit off of there before your mom comes home" and went into the other room. We never spoke about it again.
so sad, that post reminded me that my step mom used to do my laundry......right up till the day she was bringing clean close to my room and I had thrusted hips and flying hands...... nothing was ever said....but looking back....we all knew....and I would be happier to forget again. so KACHISH---(thats the sound of a new beer)