It was like the movies with a stash of items dust covered and tucked in there from Sarah's younger days. In the back of her closet I noticed a loose floor board under some boxes, and lifted it up to see under. One evening while my Aunt and Uncle were at a church function I was snooping my Cousin Sarah's room, the youngest wild girl of the three daughters. I had snooped in my aunts drawers, but her staunch ways did not even allow for decent underwear, just big cotton things that were pretty much the same as guys minus the barn door. It was not long before I was going through my cousins old things, wearing panties and stockings under my clothes on numerous occasions. With all the turmoil of my parents divorce the urges combined with teem hormones seems non stop. I had always had an 'underwear' fetish, and been going into my mom's panty drawer for years at this point. With little or no supervision, and no cable TV, I spent a good bit of the time whacking off when not in town at school or hanging out with friends. He had stopped real farming long ago when they drilled 10 wells on his land and only did enough to keep him out of the house most days.
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She was gone most of the time, and my Uncle was always puttering around the various buildings, barns, and sheds full of equipment on property. They were working with the local women's shelters in the area, and she got pretty wrapped up in fixing up an old farm house donated a town over as a safe house. My Aunt busied herself with church functions almost daily that spring. Their house was filled with the girls, kids, and loser son-in-laws for the month of November and December it seemed, but then it all went quiet again. Life was pretty mundane with the holidays rolling by, a few trips to see my Mom and Dad. My Aunt complained regularly they will have to 'wall the door shut to keep the stink from spreading' when I move out. I quickly hung posters, threw my stuff about, and made myself a nest the way teenage boys generally do.
I was given my Cousin Jenny's room in the corner of the basement since she had been married with kids and living a few hours away for almost a decade now. So it came to pass that I packed up and moved in with my empty nest Aunt and Uncle early that fall. It was also a morale victory for my Aunt who had predicted the event years earlier. Looking back I am certain it was a painful call for my mom when she asked if I could come live with them for the majority of my senior year. It was a monster fight, and ended in my Aunt leaving yelling about 'praying' for the children in such a house, and my Mom slamming the door behind her. My mom had told her to 'chill out and stop being such a bitch'.
They were so hardcore that mom and Aunt did not speak for 3 years prior when the youngest of my Aunts 3 daughters moved in with her college boyfriend, and got preggo. The 'footloose' variety of swift water Baptists that don't dance, see movies, or have fun other than Sunday picnics. To make things worse my Aunt Margie and her husband 'Uncle' Bob were infamous in the community as hardcore bible toting zealots. It was not a great situation, and I was not happy with either of my parent's recent choices. With no other options I was forced to go stay at my mom's sisters, 'Aunt Margie' out on a farm roughly 18 miles away from anything, and 30 miles from my school. No way did I want to be sent off to someplace I did not know, and be the 'new kid' loser.
Since I am older by about 7 years, and was in high school I did not want to leave town in my last year. They sold the house and Dad moved to be with his new future 'ex-wife' outside of Dallas. The whole thing was a mess, with me being sent off to relatives while my mom took my younger siblings to the gulf coast to stay with her parents. In '91' during my senior year of high school my folks split up.