Just then the phone rings and you answer it in frustration of needing SOMETHING else to do!

"Hello?"
"Hello? Brian? Is that you?"
"Yeah? Who is this?"
"It's your cousin Patricia silly! Is your Mom there?"
"No, she's at work. What did you need her for?"
"Well I remember that she was good at math and I've been having problems with my trig class. She said I could come by and she'd help me."

You vaguely remember your cousin Patricia from one of your family gatherings from years ago. She was younger then, but about the only one not immediately repulsed by your incessant talk of Pokemon and YuGiOh (That was before you had moved on to the "harder" stuff.)

You probably don't have much in common, but at this point you almost want to talk to ANYONE to keep your mind off things.

"Hey just come on over, she'll be home soon."
"You sure it's okay? I mean I don't want to bother you and all."
"It's no problem at all! Just come over!"
"Okay, then see you later I guess."

Patricia hangs up and you continue to fight your anime withdrawals.

Eventually Patricia shows up on your front door.

Patricia is wearing the traditional Catholic school girl outfit. She's slender and her breasts aren't large, but firm looking. Her face almost looks like a doll's. She's even looking at you with innocent WIDE eyes. She can't be any older than 15.

You fucking degenerate, you aren't supposed to be looking at your underage cousin that way. It's a good thing you're fat; otherwise your two inch boner might be showing. Still, at least this proves that real HUMAN women can turn you on, even if they are fitting your previous jack off material.

"Wow." Is all you can sputter.
"Hey Brian. Long time no see. So how's it been?" Patricia asks as she walks past you. You can't help but stare at her ass before she turns around and sits down on the couch with her books."

This is probably the closest you've been to a real girl that's talked to you in…well ever actually.

NOW STOP RIGHT THERE FAT ASS!

I KNOW what you're fucking thinking! You're thinking that you got this raging hard on, and it would be a shame to waste it with a young piece of jailbait ass sitting in front of you.

Well just put THAT shit out of your mind RIGHT fucking now!

Disregarding any of the incest taboos she's also underage, and you can't do that shit.

Even in the very unlikely event that she'd let your Jabba the Hut ass lay on top of her willingly, you still can't do that shit.

The best you can do is excuse yourself and jack off in the basement. And that still makes you a perv, but at least you aren't doing anything illegal.

Now then, is that what you're going to do? Or can you actually talk with the girl and not try to hump her like a dog in heat?

You can do this...I can do this...

Pretty brave of you, let's see if it works.

You sit far away from her and answer her, while trying not to stare too hard.

"Oh, well I'm sorta doing okay I guess…"
"You seem troubled, what's wrong?"
"Nothing really, I'm just trying to…(sigh) I'll be honest. I've been severely addicted to anime for years and I've just now started to go cold turkey and it's been harder than I thought."

This confessional is about the only thing you could think of to talk about that wouldn't cause her to call the cops on you. And that's still a possibility. Stay the course fatty, stay the fucking course!

"Wow, that's pretty commendable of you. I remember that you were all into that anime stuff the last time we had a family gathering. Even though I was young even I thought you were a bit obsessed with it."
"Yeah I dunno how I'm going to make it…" you say trying to fight the urge to say anything inappropriate.
"Maybe you should try this." Patricia says and opens up her bookbag. She throws a comic book at you. It's one of those superhero ones. AMERICAN superheroes! Like superman and such. You're taken off guard and forget about your unnatural feelings for a moment.

"Superman?"
"Yeah, maybe if you read some other comics it will help ease your transition. The only thing is, you could get addicted to those, so be careful."
"Y'know, this could work. I never really was interested in these types before, so I probably won't get too attached."
"And unlike the anime shit, you got more of a variety meaning you're less likely to get obsessed with one thing. I mean the characters are at least different from each other in looks and stuff."
"This is a great idea! I just wish I had some money to go down to the comic shop and try this out!"
"Here, take these. I never bother rereading them." Patricia says handing you a bunch of superhero comics.
"Alright! Thanks!" you say and run down to the basement.

It's funny, but the fact that Patricia was into comics didn't make you more aroused like it would most loser geeks. It might be due to the fact that you were so thankful that someone was not only willing to talk to you, but help you that caused you to no longer look at her with nearly overwhelming lust.

Okay, so after you read them, you DO spend an inordinate amount of time rubbing the comics on yourself and enjoying her "scent" and think about her while you jack off a little bit. But you still feel a little better, like the obsession has lessened a little.

Patricia comes over several more times as your Mom tutors her and she brings you more comics. You appreciate it, but eventually she doesn't need anymore tutoring and you miss her and the comics especially since the comics were working.

You get depressed and mope around the house, but your Mom is quite tired of you in general at this point.

"Look, I know you're trying to beat your fucking addiction, but you're taking too fucking long about it! If you're going to insist on being a man-child that lives in my goddamn basement forever, the least you can do is go and get a fucking job! In fact you ARE going to get one, or I'm kicking your fat ass out!"

Since you don't have much of a choice, you leave the house for the first time in a long time. The sunlight burns your pasty skin and eyes, but you waddle down the street in your quest to find a job.

The problem is, you don't even know where to look, so you just end up going to the comic shop to read them without paying.

Jake the comic shop owner sees you enter and is really surprised.

"Brian is that you? Shit man, thought you might've died of a heart attack or gotten arrested for having child porn on your computer har har har har! Where have you been? You've missed several issues of your favorite Japanese shit."
"Yeah, well that's why I haven't been here, I destroyed my entire collection. I've quit it cold turkey, but it hasn't been easy."
"Shit, that's almost hard to believe, but then again you never were one to miss an issue before, so I guess you're telling the truth. But what brings you back here?"
"I dunno, my mom told me to look for a job or she's going to kick me out. I dunno what I'm going to do."
"Well, you could work here, I need someone to lug around the comic boxes. I'm going to be doing some rearranging."
"What? Are you serious, I thought Ron did that."
"Ron's fuckin' dead. Found the asshole dead with a broken neck in my fucking bathroom! He was looking at one of those sex comics and the dumb ass decided to try autoerotic asphyxiation. I swear that's the last time I hire a retard."

This could be an opportunity to save yourself from being homeless, or it could be a relapse back into your former addiction. Remember, you'd be working right at the source.

You take the job

This is going to be very difficult, but you'd rather risk getting addicted again than being homeless.

"I'll take the job."
"Alright then, but let's get something straight first. I'm going to be watching you CLOSE. While you say that you've kicked the anime habit, I remember when you were a little junkie, so I don't want to find out if you're stealing shit, because I will be kicking your fat ass if that's ever the case." Jake threatens.

You nod and agree meekishly where upon Jake tells you go start moving and unpacking boxes.

This is probably the first time you've actually had to do any "hard work" in your life. Moving the boxes is an effort for you and you have to rest several times. Jake yells and screams at you the entire time. You almost think he's going to fire you that day, but he never does. You can only assume he's really desperate for help and he must be considering he hired you.

The only good thing about all this, is that you're too damn tired to even think about your anime addiction, but this is just the first day after all…

When you get home, your mother is a little surprised to see you.

"You've been out? I figured you were down in the basement."
"No, I got a job. You said you were going to kick me out if I didn't."
"YOU DID?! How much does it pay?"
"Not much, I work at the comic shop…"
"Oh. Well I suppose it was too much to hope for that you'd actually be able to move out one day…(Sigh) Alright, I guess you made the effort, but don't you think it's a little idiotic to work at a place like that given your addiction?"
"Probably."

Your mother just shakes her head.

"Well you never were the brightest. However, considering that you're making your own money now, you can use THAT to feed your addiction if it should flare up again. And you WILL be paying me back for all that shit you bought with my stolen credit card you asshole!" your Mom says while hitting you upside the head.

You head back down to your basement completely exhausted by today's labor. You don't even jack off, you just fall asleep. You MUST be tired!

As the days go by you go about your job, but you start to feel the temptation. Especially when a big shipment of Japanese DVDs, graphic novels and comics arrive.

You're trying hard not to look too much at the Japanese shit. REALLY hard. In fact something else is starting to get hard and you're starting to hear shit in the stock room.

"Tee hee! Come on, open us up! We've never been touched yet!" a little girl voice says.
"What the fuck?" you reply.
"Yeah, come on Brian, what's wrong? You used to like to deflower us and run your hands ALL over us. I remember how you used to spew all your delicious spunk on our 2-Dimensional faces! Mmmm! Come back to us! We'll love being your little fuck slut in LOLI-WHORE SCHOOL! Tee hee!"
"I was a different person, look I read different comics now. I need some variety."
"Hey man, I'm all for variety, you remember that time you bought that ORGY OF THE CYBERNETIC TENTACLE MUTANTS anime DVD? We've got it all! You should come back to us. It's pointless to resist." a more robotic voice says.
"Shhhhh! Shut up about that! I was uh… just wondering what the appeal was! Look I've been reading some super hero stuff, and I'm starting to like that now, so…"
"Bah! Super heroes! You actually like those muscle bound parodies of the masculine form? I remember when you appreciated a more subtle type of hero. One who was shy, soft spoken and had a large dose of ambiguous sexuality to them. Hey if you don't like girls anymore, we got things to satisfy those urges too you know! Like SHOTA DICKGIRL ADVENTURES!" an effeminate male voice says.
"GAH! Leave me alone!"
"Well there's always…"
"Don't say it!"

"Come on, you can't say you never thought about it…"
"Don't say it!"

"Come on, it's completely normal. They even did a CSI episode of it…"
"Don't you FUCKING say it!"

"Furries."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

At this point you run out of the stock room and the comic shop screaming your head off. You don't stop running until you collapse from exhaustion which means you only get to the end of the block thanks to your poor physical condition.

Fortunately some kind soul helps you.

"Hey Brian, are you okay?" Patricia asks.

Your eyes flutter open and you look up to see an angel of perfection. Your eyes follow her exposed legs, at this angle you can see up her dress. White panties. The color of purity.

She's so pure. She's sooooo good. You take one look at her smiling face and you ejaculate in your skidmarked underwear, giving something else for your poor mom to clean.

"Yeah, I'm okay…I just…I dunno. Some weird shit happened."
"It happens. Okay let's help you up."

As Patricia helps you up, you smell the scent of her hair…SMMMMMM AHH! It smells like heaven!

You just want to tell her how much you like her right now. You're sure that IF you just had a girlfriend you could get over your addiction a lot quicker.

Far be it from me to warn you about this course of action. But you're doing it again.

You start sweating and breathing heavy. Patricia's looking at you with concern.

"Are you alright? You look a little flush."
"I just…I dunno…it addiction is really hard to break and I liked it when we used to speak and stuff. It kept my mind off things a lot better. You were so nice and understanding."
"Awww…look I didn't know I had so much of an effect. I'll tell you what, I'll try to make some time for us to talk every once in awhile"

Well fortunately for you, you weren't quite brave enough to admit your inappropriate feelings directly and she takes what you say completely out of context.

"So where were you heading?" she asks.
"Oh…uh the comic shop. I work there now."
"You do? Well no wonder you nearly had a relapse silly!"
"Yeah well Jake might fire me after this."
"Nah, I'll talk to him. He's always nice to me and gives me discounts. Let's go."

This probably doesn't make things easier for you since this naivety just turns you on more. You have to fight the urge to pull it out and start wackin' it as you stare at her ass the whole time you're walking back to the comic shop.

Jake is about ready to yell at you, but when he sees Patricia he focuses on her instead. You quietly go back and move boxes, getting to keep your job. Once again Patricia has helped you out. This girl MUST be yours! She's everything you could ever want in a girl. She's perfection.

Time passes and you continue to work at the comic shop and spend time with Patricia when you can. It's good for you. You get exercise and get to spend time with a pretty girl… who just happens to be your underage cousin.

Patricia also encourages you to read more American comics which you start doing on a regular basis. Of course now this means you've got a little more to talk about with Patricia and your feelings for her are getting to a point where it's getting harder to not hide.

You tell Patricia how you really feel about her

It's too much; you just can't hide it anymore. You HAVE to tell her!

One day when you're alone with her in your basement, you just blurt it out.

"Patricia, you've been so nice to me. More than a basement dweller like me deserves. And I know this is wrong, but I've grown to love you. I can only hope that somewhere within you, you love me too."

You're never going to believe this, but Patricia doesn't run away in terror screaming. Though she does look a little apprehensive and starts edging away from you.

"Uh…Brian. I'm flattered, but…uh I don't think…"
"Believe me, I know it's wrong. I used to read the SUPER HAPPY INCEST FAMILY comic series. But I can't help but feel this way about you!"
"Brian, I know you're desperate for female companionship, but maybe you just need to jack off or something."
"Jacking off has lost all meaning now. At one time I used to just be satisfied with images of anime girls getting raped, but now that I've been in close and civilized contact with a real woman on a regular basis I want more."
"Can't you find a different girl?"
"What other girl wants me? You're the only one I know who understands me!"
"But dude, I'm your cousin!"
"So? Samurai Warrior Raki Onari fell in love with his…"

At this point Patricia slaps you.

"Damn it Brian! I thought you were past this! You aren't a samurai, I ain't some geisha and this ISN'T an anime comic! You need to get this Jap shit outta your head once and for all!"
"I know, I know! (Sob!) But its like with you around, all my anime fantasies could come true! I mean maybe you could even put on some cat ears…"

Your cousin slaps you again.

"NO! FUCK NO! Look Brian if you expect any kind of relationship with me, you won't be making me dress up in anything remotely furry!"
"(Sob) I'm sorry, I'm just…wait…did you say?"
"I said if you want any chance with me, you better knock off this anime shit for good!"

You can hardly believe your ears. Against all odds your pretty teenage cousin is offering to have a relationship you. It seemed like she was prett against it just a moment ago. At this point you pinch your own ass just make sure you're not dreaming.

"Ow!" you say.
"Why the fuck are you pinching your own ass?"
"Nevermind. I'm just over thrilled that you aren't calling the police on me. I'm so glad you've made this decision! I can be so good for you; you'll see…but uh, remember we'll have to keep this a secret."
"No shit. We'd probably look suspicious hanging out together if most folks wouldn't ever believe that I'd be caught dead fucking someone that looks like you! Hah! Though all that box lifting at the comic shop must've had an effect on you. You're putting on a little more muscle rather than remaining the disgusting blob you were before."
"Um…thanks I think..."

Now at this point someone less desperate would sense something is amiss personality wise with this chick, but of course you're not really thinking about that.

You don't think about it when she starts sucking your cock, minutes after this conversation.

You don't think about it when she punches you in the face after swallowing your load.

You don't think about it when she's fucking you while your mom is out of the house.

You don't think about it when she begins to constantly insult you and physically abuse you whenever possible.

After getting a dildo shoved up your ass during a particularly rough round of sex, you begin to think about it!

Over the past few months you've come to find out that your lovely Patricia is bat shit insane. Lots of stuff you didn't know about her come to light, like your previous notions of her being some beacon of purity were completely wrong as well. She's been fucking guys since sixth grade. (Definitely shows when she's fucking you too) She's also supposed to be taking meds and she hasn't. You don't exactly know what mental illness she has, but she's definitely not a well girl. (This really shouldn't surprise you considering she's fucking you)

None of this would be so bad, if she hadn't become so increasingly sadistic towards you. You've been letting her get away with it too, so she's just getting worse.

The only good thing about all this is you haven't once been thinking about anime. Not because you've got something else to concentrate on now, but because you've learned to associate anime with pain and fear. (Which is a fetish you definitely haven't embraced) Anytime you showed signs of relapsing again, your cousin would punish you severely. (Even more than usual)

While I'm sure there's a lesson to be learned and the philosophical idea of being careful of wishing and all that other shit, but really none of that is going to help you right now. You can either stay in this completely fucked up relationship or try to break up with her.

You break up with this crazy bitch!

Seriously? Shit, I didn't think you had it in you.

You gather up all your courage for your next meeting with Patricia. You're really nervous and on edge. Your mom notices this before she goes to work.

"Hey Brian."
"AGHH! SHIT!" you shout, not realizing she was there. "Damn you scared me."
"Calm down, it's just me. Shit, Patricia's got you more jumpy than a five year old at a NAMBLA convention."
"Patricia? Uh I dunno…"
"Cut the shit son, I know all about it. I wash your sheets remember?"
"You knew? You didn't care?"
"Well, I can't say I approved, but I guess I felt sorry for you. I mean hell you were finally getting laid and on a regular basis too. I figured if she got pregnant we'd just abort the unholy bastards. I didn't quite know how crazy Patricia was until I spoke to her mother recently though. I imagine you didn't either, but you were just so grateful for someone to fuck you. My sister Evelyn said they were going to ship her to some convent in South Seas, but strangely your relationship with her has had a calming effect. She seems to let most of her crazy shit out on you."
"Yeah, I noticed and I don't think I like it anymore." You say.
"Well, I can't say I blame you. I'm glad to see you have a backbone somewhere in that out of shape body of yours. Ah fuck, maybe some of this is my fault. I should've gotten you a hooker when you turned sixteen. At least you might've avoided this fucked up relationship."

At this point your mom opens up her purse and takes out her handgun and gives it to you.

"Here, take this. If you're going to break up with her, you might need it."
"I don't want to kill her!"
"Hopefully it doesn't come to that, but given how she is, you'd better have something to protect yourself. Now I'm going to work. Good luck son, and you better not leave a big fucking mess for me to clean up."

Wow, that's gotta be the first time your mom's been supportive. Of course now you're even more nervous.

Eventually Patricia comes over. She's in a horny mood and grabs your balls hard when you open the door.

"Hey you fucking perv. You ready to shove that little dick in me for a good two minutes before you get too tired? Hah! You're such a loser!" she says and then shoves her tongue in your mouth.

You push her back a bit and cover your balls while rubbing them in pain.

"Patricia, we really gotta talk."
"Yes we do! I wanna talk about the last Batman comic! Can you believe that…" she says changing her tone as usual.
"No, Patricia we gotta talk about us."
"Oh?"

While Patricia looks at you expectantly, you start and stop several times in an attempt to tell her it's over, but just can't do it. Patricia on the other hand realizes what's going on and she gets very upset.

"You fucking bastard…you're breaking up with me aren't you? YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT!"
"Now Patricia, it's not like that."
"Oh then how is it like? I gave my body, my love, my fuckin' SOUL to your sorry ass and this is how you repay me? Oh fuck no; you're not getting away with this shit!"

Patricia doesn't attack like you think she was going to, she starts to leave.

"What're you doing?"
"Me? I'm going home, that's what I'm doing! And I'm telling everyone of how you've been molesting and raping me on a routine basis. You'll be locked up and I hope some big ass black guys shove their dicks up your bitch ass every night!"
"Patricia, your parents and my mom already know about us." You say in the hopes it'll stop her.

Patricia does stop. She didn't expect that, but she quickly resumes her tirade.

"So what? Then they'll get in trouble too! I'm still underage not to mention your fucking cousin! I'll just go straight to the police and they'll take you all in! Regardless of what happens, you're still going to be in major fucking trouble and you'll still be taking it in the ass in jail!"

Maybe it's fear, maybe it's anger, maybe it's a combination, but you pull the gun on Patricia and order her to stop.

"Patricia, I can't let you do that." You say, while Patricia looks at you in disbelief.
"Brian?! You'd actually shoot me? Someone you used to love?"
"I still love you Patricia, but I can't let you go now. I would've before, but given your threats and your past abuses towards me, I can't take that chance. You're too chaotic…and I gotta do this."

Patricia drops to her knees before you and starts to tear up. Her voice starts to quiver as she begs for her life.

"Brian…(sob) please. Don't do this! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to treat you like that. I'm just all fucked up when I'm not on my medication. I'll start taking it! We can still be together. Just please (sob) Don't kill me!"

For a moment you drop your guard. It's a moment though that is your downfall. Patricia punches you in the nuts and tries to wrestle the gun from your hand. In the ensuing struggle she manages to turn the gun on you and pull the trigger. You feel pain spread from your stomach to every other inch of your body. However unlike the movies, this doesn't result in some "shocked" expression and you falling limp in slow motion. You instead have enough adrenalin to push her off of you and with the gun still firmly in your hands you shoot her twice in the chest.

Patricia falls to the floor in a bloody heap and you do likewise.

'Ugh…damn it Patricia…"

Patricia doesn't respond though since she's already dead. You'll be joining her soon. It's probably for the best anyway. Still, even though she was a crazy bitch, she's still the only love your life. You crawl over and grab her hand as you bleed out.

"Ha ha ha ha, Mom's gonna have a big ass mess to clean up when she gets home." You laugh as you start to lose consciousness and pass from this world.

And so ends the life of another basement dweller, but you know the old saying: "Tis better to have fucked your cousin and die, then to have never fucked your cousin at all."

Okay so that's not how it goes, but you still accomplished one major thing that most basement dwellers never do and that's getting laid by a real live girl. And it didn't even involve money or rape! Not to mention she was a jailbait family member. Do you realize how many sexual repressed Japs and jilted Rednecks dream to be in that position? Why some basement dwelling pedophile fucktards go through their whole pathetic lives too scared to act on their feelings and only content on wackin' it to prostitot beauty pageant pictures. YOU were living the dream man! You were living the fuckin' dream!

So cheer up and don't think of dying as a loss because a Winner is YOU!