Back in the day my cousin had decided to become a nun, and the whole family was against it. Seems she had fallen under the spell of a nun at her school. My uncle asked me to work on her and change her mind. She and I were very close, we are a year apart. To sort of shove this forward I bet a guy I knew from college that he couldn't kiss her. I lost, he kissed her and I helped Lure her into my room and lock her in, my college friend was in there. On the line was a case of beer, if he fucked her. The idea being that once her virginity was gone so was the nun thing.
He did get her virginity, not with her permission. She was extremely upset, being what it was the only way to calm things down was to make sure she was married. Poor guy, he was on the receiving end of the Shotgun wedding. 20 years old, and she git pregnant like a rabbit, before he came up for breath she produced three kids. After that he kept his hands off her. My uncle, our family was pretty well to do, put him through business school, bought them a real nice house and put him in business. Money wise he was well ahead of the game.
After college I went on to marry one of those Catholic girls, a classmate of my younger cousin, cute, well bred, good marriage, a good producer she came through with five Kids. Unlike my cousin she was all into being a wife and liked being feisty in bed. Always felt that five Kids were no reason not to be hot in the sack.
But let's get on to today. My cousin is still married, going on 49 years, they have lived in separate bedrooms for 45 of those years. My cousin is heavy into religion. He got a lady on the side 25 years ago, stayed married for the money. My uncle tied him down on that score.
Personally now that nearly 50 years have gone by I kind of feel bad what we did to my cousin, keeping her out of the convent. My uncle never regretted it, my friend got really rich, she got three kids, and I ended up with a damn hot wife. My friend is my best friend, he counts his money, to him it was worth it.
