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MARIE10

     If you read MARIE1 (or MARIE2, etc.) you know what to expect and if
such things offend you for any reason, this is a good time to erase the
file. This is based on interviews with a woman recounting almost a
quarter-century of sexual experiences and she's not an old woman;
you figure it out.
     Some names and a few locations have been changed and some
editing has been done for the sake of smoothness. Other than that,
this is what she had to say, based on her recollections and the
extensive and detailed diaries she's been keeping for many years.













     By the time he arrived, I was in a state. I'd dome everything I
could to prepare -- tanned like crazy, read up all I could about his
damn ol' Mets, even bought a sexy peignoir -- and laid in plans for It.
I was determined to seduce my step-brother.
     The night before he was arrive at Toledo Express Airport (which he
always referred to as "Toledo International Spaceport," just to rub it
in) I showered and stood bare-butt naked in from of the mirror on the
back of the door to the room I shared with Jeanne. I looked myself over.
     All of a sudden, in the past three weeks, I'd started developing
again -- wildly. My bust was up to a 29C and my waist was still a little
bitty 19 and my hips were barely 26 inches. I was as tan as I could be
and my hair, which hadn't been more than trimmed in six months, reached
straight and sleek halfway down my back. When I looked at myself in the
mirror, I knew I was damn sexy and I knew that if I couldn't get to him
now, I never would.
     I also knew I had to be Cool -- not too pushy, very much in control.
I had it all planned out, oh yes I did.
     I went with Dad and Mom to the airport to meet him. He hugged me
the way he hugged everyone else and I made damn sure that the sleeveless
top I wore was the only thing I wore on top, so he could feel my boobs
press into him. I sat next to him in the station wagon as Dad drove us
all back from the airport, and I made sure I was scrunched over so my
thigh (bare beneath the cutoffs jeans) was against his. And I could not
remember a thing about staying cool. Because he was an absolute fox.
     He was a little under six feet tall and had this light brown hair,
except for a -- can you believe it? -- red forelock and had these really
light hazel eyes and a cute face and what a damn built he had on him!
He'd picked up his suitcases from the conveyor belt as if they'd been
empty; when Jeanne and I tried to help we nearly got ruptured. Even Dad
couldn't lift one of them that easily!
     All the way back from the airport we made small talk, and he was
always completely in control. When we passed Route 23 and I leaned over
(supposedly) to point to the new bowling alleys (and not incidentally
press my boobs into his arm) he just gave me a quick glance and a funny
little half-smile and I wanted to cross my legs 'cause I was getting so
wet down there.
     By the time we'd reached the house, Mom had already told him I was
having some friends over for a slumber party (heh) and since Dad was on
midnight shifts and she tired out early, he agreed to watch over us
kids (double-heh) that night.
     All was in readiness.
     I brushed my teeth twice and showered and then gargled and showered
again and generally made myself as clean as possible. Then I doused
myself with Windsong and paraded around the house after dinner in my
swimsuit bottoms and a tee-shirt and nothing else and told him I hoped
he didn't mind watching us, et cetera, and found every excuse I could to
lean against him.
     At seven, my friends started arriving and at eight he had finished
calling all the aunts, uncles and cousins he had to touch base with. At
nine, my brothers were sent to bed and Jeanne, pleading weariness, sacked
it. Alexis was out on a date and Mom was fading fast. At ten, Dad was
dressed and ready to leave for work (he always got to work early; Dad was
a Depression baby and believed in showing up very early) and Mom was
fighting to stay awake.
     At ten-thirty, it was four of my friends and me and my phantom
step-brother, who was sitting at the dining room table, reading a
paperback and scarfing down peanut butter sandwiches.
     At eleven, I sprung my trap. I pulled a chair away from the table
and sat facing him.
     "Yes?" he asked, looking up from his PB&Js and his book.
     "Antisocial?"
     He grinned and closed the book. "Meaning?"
     "Come in and talk to us. Lisa's here, y'know."
     "Lisa's still five years younger  than  me,"  he  said,  not
inaccurately. "And she'd probably prefer not to be reminded of the potato
chips."
     I laughed at that. He hadn't forgotten any more than I -- or Lisa
-- had forgotten. "We'd like you tell us about what it's like being in
New York."
     He put that stare of his on me. Held it for about a ten-count. Then
smiled oddly and shook his head. "Somehow, I don't imagine a bunch of
thirteen-year-old kids really being that interested in life in Brooklyn."
     "Oh, come in and talk to us." I squirmed in mock-coquettishness,
"There's a bunch of nubile young women waiting fro the pleasure of your
company."
     I thought he'd choke, holding back  the  laughter.  Finally:
"'Nubile'?" He rose and stood beside my chair. He was wearing faded old
jeans and a Mets tee-shirt and I was fully prepared to unzip and gulp him
right then and there. "Lead on," he said, fighting a grin.
     I stood, letting myself get closer than I had to, and drew him by
the hand into the family room.
     "Look what I found," I announced.
     "This calls for a beer," said Dana Connally. And produced same
from her huge overnight bag. Debbie didn't have much in the way of a
figure, but what she had, she knew how to use. She was wearing a flannel
shorty nightgown and it somehow was sexier on her than my filmy little
peignoir could ever be. I grabbed one of her beers and gulped it. Dan
merely watched as I let myself fall into the old recliner. He was
sitting on the old couch, no more than two feet away. Lisa was next to
him and Dana was on the other side of Lisa from her. The other two,
Angela and Barb, were on the floor, far, far away and dubious -- and
fading fast.
     The beer hit me fast and hard. I said things I shouldn't have said,
even mentioned the potato chips. Dan reached past Dana to put his arm
around Lisa and said he would have kept them to that very day if they
hadn't gone stale and soft with age. Lisa blushed and scurried away.
Debbie squirmed in closer to him and grabbed his hand and held it.
     I was still in the armchair. I asked him if he had a girlfriend and
tried to steer things in that direction. Occasionally, I made some snide
remarks to Debbie -- about where she was putting her hand, about how
short her nightie was -- and generally got stupid.  My  plan  was
dissolving.
     Somehow, the subject turned to comparing Ohio girls with New York
girls, he said New York girls were more sophisticated in some ways, but
Ohio girls were a little more direct -- and he liked that.
     "What do you mean?"
     "Well, in New York, girls play games, act like they don't want the
same things the guys want -- like what they've got is some kind of
prize, y'know? Here, the girls don't mind letting it be known what they
like and what they don't want. I like the honesty."
     "You mean girls here are easier."
     "Not 'bad' easier, but...less hung up. Yeah, easier, if honest
means easy." He paused and grinned. "And healthier."
     "Waddya mean?"
     "Girls out here seem to grow up physically a lot sooner and more
emphatically."
     He winked at me.
     "You mean, like bigger tits sooner?" Dana asked.
     "You betcha."
     "Like Marie's?" she asked.
     "Yeah. Too bad she's just a kid."
     I took offense at that and opened the robe of my peignoir. I wasn't
wearing a bra beneath the chemise and it was all lacy and a little too
tight on my tits. "Who's a kid?" I demanded.
     "Marie, you're all growed out real good," he said. "But you're my
sister and you're still too young."
     Blame it on the beer. I ran my hands up and cupped my tits. "'If
they're big enough, they're old enough.' Isn't that what they say? And
aren't these big enough?"
     He pulled his gaze from my breasts to my eyes. "Don't fuck with my
head," he said quietly. "You know I like you, you know I think you're
sexy and you know you're my sister."
     "And you know were not related by blood, so don;t give me that...or
are you just mouthing off about me being attractive?"
     "Sure, and the first time I touch you, you'll go screaming."
     "No I won't. Go on -- do it."
     And there, in that dimly lit room, he leaned forward and put his
hand on my bare shoulder. He slid it down and just barely pressed my
breasts through the bodice of the chemise. I damn near came right then
and there. When his palm was over my right nipple, I said, "I'm not
screaming."
     His fingers closed on my nipple through the satin and he pulled it a
bit. And said: "Are you trying to prove something to me, to you -- or to
your friends?"
     For a few minutes, it had just been him and me,  but  now  I
remembered the others sitting around and I thought of the stories they
would tell...
     He took his hand away. "I think it's time to call it a night. Enjoy
your party, girls." He got up and went into the living room, where his
pullout was.
     There were more beers and then we all sort of crashed, there on the
floor, on the couch and on cushions and Angie just sprawled on some
blankets and slept. The beer took its toll on me and I was out pretty
fast.
     It took another toll, too. Around dawn I got up to pee and that was
when I heard the noises in the living room. I crept silently to the
corner, at the place where the stairs went up, and that was when I saw
Dana betray me.
     Dan was sitting on the living room couch, perched on the edge of
the cushion, and Dana was straddling him. They were kissing hot and wet
and with a lot of tongue. I watched him slide his hands up under her
nightgown and then he was lifting it. She didn't have much in the way
of tits, but what she had got plenty of attention. Dan licked and kissed
and sucked those hard little mounds while she, all long and lean and
lanky and sinuous, held his face against them.
     He moved one hand down to rub around he cunt. She didn't have much
hair down there, but she had what he was looking or -- and vice versa. I
could hear his finger squish into her and her breathing got faster.
     I also heard his soft sigh when he pulled his dick out through the
opening in his briefs and settled her onto it. Dana was taller than me
by a good seven or eight inches, but her hips and butt were almost as
small as mine and she had to work her way down onto him. I only got a
glimpse, but his cock was about average length and a little thicker than
most and hard as a bar of iron. It was a tight fit and all the time she
was settling onto it, he kept licking and sucking her nipples.
     I could have killed her. I was the one who wanted him! Besides --
he was MY brother!
     He put his hands on her skinny hips and guided her as she worked up
and down, back and forth. She was long-legged, Dana was, and had her
feet on the floor on either side of his legs. She did the work, but I
could hear both of them breathing harder and I could hear her cunt suck
and squish on him as she moved up and down.
     He settled against the back of the couch, his butt still perched at
the edge of the cushion, and moved his hands up to hold her forearms as
she leaned back. Both of them began moving, faster and faster.I saw her
bite her lower lip when she started to cum and then he hunched his hips
up at her and held them there and I knew he was cumming in her.
     Damn her!
     He pulled her forward against him and I heard his dick slurp out o
her as he kissed her lips and cradled her to him, exactly the way and
the time I'd always wanted.
     She slithered out of his arms an knelt between his leg and kissed
and sucked his spermy dick until it was clean. Then she rearranged her
nightgown and whispered something to him.
     I scurried back to my cushions on the floor just before  she
reappeared in the TV room. All I could think of was the fact that she
had his cum in her cunt, and I did not.
     I spent most of the next day sulking. I was not a good hostess to
Angela and Barb and I was downright rude to Dana. And she seemed to know
I knew what had gone on and worse, to know I was wildly jealous. I
determined to make my phantom step-brother spend a lot of time dating
the Palm Sisters by showing off my assets for him whenever I could get
away with it. The problem was that I didn't get much of a chance. That
day he went out to a small town about 45 miles from our house to visit
other relatives and the next day he went out there again. Our mutual
cousin Shana explained: Dan apparently had developed a terrific crush on
Dorothy, a friend of hers with a sweet face, a gentle disposition and a
Body by Hefner.
     Shana was willing to talk about it in some detail. She and Dan had
kept up a regular correspondence year-round -- which I'd known about for
quite a while -- and they had a lot to talk about. She'd arranged for a
bunch of her friends from school -- most of whom were close to her and
Dan's age -- to wander over to the Dairy Queen by the quarry-cum-town-
swimming-hole and Hang Out. He and Dorothy had taken an immediate shine
to each other, which was no surprise in either direction. Shana knew
there'd been some smooching and groping, but doubted it had gone very
much farther than that. Dorothy had a reputation for politely-but-firmly
refusing to Go Too Far.
     It was enough to put Dorothy on my perpetual hit list, thinking
about her acting like a priss and leaving my gorgeous Dan with blue
balls. Grrrrrr.
     The next day he spent helping Mom around the house and with her
chores and I spent most of it flashing him. It had an effect, much to my
pleasure. I kept thinking, Look what you missed and eat your heart out!
     What I really wanted, though, was to tell him to eat me.
     The next day, a Friday, he was going out there again. This time he
was to stay over with Aunt Mimi -- Shana's Mom -- and I decided it was
time to cultivate Shana's little sister, Irene. She was about my age,
but looked a lot more like it, maybe even less. But she was bright and a
bit hyperactive and jealous of the girls who, like Annette Funicello,
"already got theirs" and determined to prove herself in competition with
them, i.e., get the guys. She hadn't seen Dan yet on this visit -- she'd
been away at a horse farm for a couple of days -- and was really looking
forward to the visit. Eventually, by clever manipulation and downright
lying, I lured her into "deciding" it would be nice for me to stay for
an overnighter at the same time Dan did.
     The way I figured it, I would wait until Dan got back from what was
sure to be a heated and -- ultimately -- frustrating evening with
Dorothy and then I'd have him! Aha!
     Shana and Dan kissed lightly and sweetly, a non-erotic peck of
warmth and greeting and then we all piled into the Blue Bomb -- a seven-
year-old Buick she was entitled to drive by virtue of her age and
relatively rural location. I would have been pleased and excited at the
start of my little adventure, except that Shana had a  passenger:
Dorothy.
     She was absolutely lovely and unselfconsciously sexy at the same
time, with her dark hair and flawless complexion and full lips and wide
eyes and that amazing damn body with those fantastically firm, full tits
under a tee-shirt and barely contained by a bra I was sure she wore more
for modesty than support. She was sixteen and in full bloom. I think of
how she looked through the window of the Blue Bomb and I can understand
why it was not unusual for our grandparents and great-grandparents to
marry at fifteen and sixteen.
     Shana made some joke about it, but I didn't laugh when I found
myself in the front seat with my cousin...leaving Dorothy and Dan in the
back. The held hands tightly through the entire forty-minute drive. I
dared sneak only two or three glances back at them all the time.
     Those Buicks were big. There was plenty of room. Most of it was
unused because they were very close together.
     Still, it was impossible to keep a mad on at Aunt Mimi's. She and
Uncle Don got married when she was fifteen and he was seventeen and the
love between them pervaded the entire old ramshackle house. She was a
big, rawboned, horsy-faced lady of indeterminate years and great big
laughing eyes that made you forget the moustache that never seemed to go
away (no matter what she did) and the little stubble of a beard s'help
me on her chin. She made a fuss over Dan, of course, and over me and
kidded me about the way my figure had developed. Somehow, the way she
did it, made it seem remarkable that I had such a body, but perfectly
Okay and Set Yerself Down Here and Have Some Pop and Tell Yer Old Aunt
Mimi What You've Been Up To, Why Doncha? We had dropped Dorothy at her
house and Dan was nice and polite and went into the back yard to talk
with Shana about her drawings and her first pastels.
     All of which was fine until we heard car doors slam. Dan went into
the living room to greet Irene. She was all lithe and lean and tousled
blonde hair and little kiddish with tiny bumps inside her shirt and she
greeted Dan by jumping him!
     Yeah, she literally jumped up on him, wrapping her arms around his
neck and her legs around his hips. She kissed him right on the mouth,
hard and maybe deep and Dan went all red in the face and pulled her off
him. I could see a bulge in his cutoff jeans. He tried to hide it, but
failed. Irene had two of her little friends with her and a few minutes
later, cousin Timmy -- Shana's big brother and Aunt Mimi's oldest --
came in.
     Timmy was Dan's age and a really ruggedly handsome guy even then.
Unfortunately, some of the circuits in his head didn't work. Timmy
couldn't deal with books and reading or any kind of pressure; he would
go into these fits. And he was not particularly gentle, either. Timmy
did what he liked and could get away with.  I  was  never  really
comfortable around him and I could see Dan wasn't, either, but he was
polite and tried to be warm, which was more than I could do. See, any
time Timmy was alone with me, he was always grabbing my tits -- hard.
     I had to follow through with my charade and immediately diverted
Irene -- who seemed reluctant to leave Dan, which bothered me. She took
me to her room an I went through what was probably the bonding ritual of
girls our age at that time, discussing boys, the Beatles, clothes, the
Beatles, jealousies, the Beatles, free love, the Beatles, the new
Rolling Stones poster (clearly showing Mick's bulge) and, of course, the
Beatles.
     [My favorite was George. Okay? Thank you.]
     We listened to some 45s and then we were going over to the DQ --
     [Dairy Queen.]
     -- to hang out. I was very agreeable to this, as I knew that
eventually, Dan and Dorothy would show up there. The adjacent park --
Veteran's -- was about the only place they could go and fool around,
since neither had wheels. I hated the idea, yet I wanted to see them
together. I dunno why; I just did.
     Anyhow, going over to the DQ and meeting Irene's friends was about
as exciting as I expected -- deadly dull. The boys in the crowd were
typical of boys my age, which is to say I had outgrown them a long time
ago, but they kept trying to "accidentally" touch my tits or get me
alone.
     After what seemed like years there, Irene and I walked back to her
house. She told me she was glad I had spurned -- she used that word --
the boys who were turned on by my tits. She hoped that would help them
look for other qualities in a girl.
     I told her to hold her breath till they were nineteen or so.
     She asked, How do you know? and I, like an idiot, told her a little
bit and hinted at more.
     [Why "like an idiot"? Listen -- and stop interrupting me -- and I'll
tell you.]
     Well, Irene decided that meant she could tell me stuff. Like, for
one, she'd Done It. She wouldn't tell me who, but she had done it and
more than once and she liked it. A lot. She also told me that at some
point during the day -- probably when she went downstairs to get the
disgusting Cherry Kool-Aid for us -- she'd been briefly alone with Dan
and kissed him again and touched his hard on. He'd made her stop.
     He'd told her she was a little young for that and she'd told him
she was more than willing to give him a demonstration of her abilities
and he'd told her she should wait a little longer for that.
     By the time she finished the tale -- and we were nearing her house,
in the dark small-town Ohio July night -- her nipples were stiff as
pencil points inside her sadly flat tee-shirt.
     "And I really want to -- y'know -- DO IT with him now."
     That was when we heard the noise from the side of the house.
Quietly, we crept to the edge of the hedge and looked.
     My phantom step-brother was licking Dorothy's nipples.
     They were clinching in the shadows near a tree -- an elm,  I
remember distinctly -- and he had her light shirt raised and her bra
opened. Her breasts were truly magnificent and he was giving them their
due. He cupped them gently in his hand -- they needed hardly any support
of any kind, as large and thrusting as they were -- and was running his
lips over and around them and then licking and sucking her nipples. Her
flush was visible even in the shadows. Her cutoff clad legs were wide
and he was rubbing his hand over the tightly-stretched denim over her
cunt and she was rubbing up against his fingers.
     I was horrified and turned on at the same time.
     "Do you think they're gonna do it?" Irene whispered.
     I just shook my head, unwilling to trust my voice.
     I watched him caress those lovely sixteen-year-old tits and the
damp jeans taut over her swampy sixteen-year-old cunt and I was sure he
was going to fuck her...but when he tried to unsnap the waist of the
cutoffs, she stopped him. Again and again, no matter how turned on they
got, she stopped him.
     As I'd expected.
     They were at that awful point where she was rubbing his dick
through his now-very-tight jeans and he was rubbing her pussy hard
enough to split the soaked fabric of her jeans and I was ready to stand
up and march over and offer to take over for her, since she seemed
unwilling to do the right thing herself. At that very point the side
door opened and the outside light came on -- one of those yellow things
that's not supposed to attract bugs but always does -- and Shana stuck
her head out.
     "Hey, you guys -- getting late." And ducked back in.
     They stayed there in the shadows for a few minutes more, murmuring
and cuddling and then she stood and he stood and they clinched and then
she walked off alone down the safe summer streets of that little town.
     Dan had a huge bulge in the front of his jeans. He stood, watching
her until she was out of sight, and then sighed and went inside.
     "Did you see his hard-on?" Irene whispered excitedly. "The way his
jeans were all stuck out from it?" She giggled. I glanced at her. Even
in the shadows I could see her flush -- and the stiff points of her
nipples against her shirt. "Isn't he hot?"
     I nodded and thought about it. My plan was foolproof. He'd just
spent about forty minutes getting turned on by her and needed relief. So
far so good. He was going to be staying over in the same house as me.
Still good. Aunt Mimi's snoring would pretty much have immunized everyone
in the house against waking at small sounds. Right on track. And Dan was
going to be mooning over Dorothy and that was bad. He was such  a
romantic -- not that he'd ever admit it -- that he'd probably not even
look at another woman, let alone a girl who happened to be his step-
sister. It would be like Dan to think of that as being unfaithful.
     "We'd better go inside," I said. Irene and I sneaked through the
bushes, then walked loudly down the sidewalk and entered the front door.
Dan was sitting up with Shana, watching an Outer Limits  episode.
Everyone else was sleeping. We got some pop and sat with him for a
while. Irene excused herself after a while and came back in a shorty
nightgown. You could glimpse her lean silhouette through it, but that
didn't make any difference; there wasn't much to see.
     Shana said that looked like a good idea and did the same. With her
lustrous, dark curls and dark flashing eyes, she looked so lovely that I
began to think about her, for the first time, as a woman and not as my
sweet cousin.
     As the show ended and the news came on WTOL, channel 11 -- which we
had to watch to get the scores for his damn ol' Mets -- I excused myself
and changed, too. I'd brought just a simple, summer-light  shorty
nightgown. I didn't bother with a bra.
     When I came back in the room, Shana -- always forthright -- said,
"My goodness, Marie! Where did you ever get those big, uh, bosoms? You
make me feel positively flat-chested!"
     "How do you think she makes me feel?" Irene murmured.
     "They were on sale at Tiedtke's," I said.
     "Don't you think Marie has a great figure, Dan?" Shana asked.
     "Fantastic," he said. "Sometimes I wish she wasn't my sister or a
kid."
     "Some kid," Shana said. "When I grow up, I want to have a bod like
that `kid'!" Then sports report came on and Dan made us all shut up while he
listened to how his damn ol' Mets had lost to the Dodgers. After the
news came the late show -- Forbidden Planet. Shana had to get up at six
for her job at the Five & Dime. She gave Dan a peck on the cheek and
said good-night and admonished Irene and I not to stay up too late. Then
she went upstairs to bed. I heard her washing up and then I heard the
door to her room close and lock. I went to the kitchen and got more pop.
     I made sure to walk in front of the TV and sit up on the floor at
an angle. After a few minutes, Irene said, "Marie, you better move. I
can see right through that gown in the TV light. And so can Dan."
     "Oh, don't worry," I said, never taking my eyes off the TV. "He's
my step-brother and I'm just a kid. He probably doesn't even notice."
     "I notice."
     "I noticed you noticed," Irene chipped in. I looked this time, when
Irene started to giggle. Dan was blushing. He had another hard-on.
     "Irene!" I said.
     "You, too!" She pointed. I looked down. My nipples were hard and
pointed and clearly so for being silhouetted. "Nice view."
     "I don't care who looks," I said. "It doesn't bother Dan."
     "Well, actually, it does."
     I turned and looked right at him. "Does it really?"
     He nodded. "And you know it."
     Irene suddenly made a great show of yawning. "Well, I'm going to
hit the hay. See ya in the morning!" She gave Dan a big wet kiss right
on the lips, holding his face with her hands and making the kiss longer
than it should have been, and then she went upstairs, too.
     I was still staring at Dan. "Want me to move?"
     He nodded. I was starting to think my plan had a chance, after all.
     I stood and took my time walking toward him, staying between the TV
and him. His eyes were on my tits. "That was some good night kiss."
     "Yes."
     "I can top that." I bent at the waist and watched his eyes follow
my tits as the nighty drooped and gave him a good  view.  Then  I
duplicated Irene's action: I took his face in my hands and kissed him on
the lips. And -- maybe -- added a wrinkle of my own by pressing at his
lips with my tongue until he finally let it in. By the time I drew my
lips away, I was dripping wet and wondered if he could smell my juices.
I kissed him again and this time took his hands and led them to me, till
he was cupping my tits.
     He started to fondle my breasts -- and suddenly pulled his hands
away and pushed me gently away.
     "Don't," he said. "This is wrong."
     "I want -- "
     "It's still wrong, to me."
     I stood in front of him. "But you want me, I know you do."
     He nodded. "A lot. And doubly because -- well, you know."
     "Know what?"
     He changed the subject abruptly: "That was you watching Dorothy and
me, wasn't it?"
     "You knew?"
     He looked at me as if the question was stupid.
     I countered: "Well, I won't leave you all frustrated."
     He groaned softly. "Dammit, Marie, don't tempt me like this. I want
us to be friends."
     "And we can't be friends and do that, too?"
     "You know we can't."
     I looked down at him. His dick was sticking up like a tent pole
inside his jeans. His breathing was shallow and fast. His lips had been
sweet and I kept thinking what it would be like to have him mouthing my
breasts the way he'd been doing it with Dorothy and I was terribly
annoyed, because I knew that when Dan dug in his heels, nothing was
going to move him.
     "Damn you!" I hissed and stalked upstairs. I sat in the bathroom
for a long time, trying to calm down, then I took a hot bath  and
masturbated like crazy. It didn't help enough.
     Finally, sometime around one, I went and crawled onto the mattress
in the middle of the floor in Irene's room. I slept, frustrated and
horny. But not soundly.
     Which was why I woke when Irene got up. I could almost get back to
sleep, so I lay there quietly and tried to will sleep. After a while, I
realized she hadn't come back to bed and there was no noise in the
bathroom.
     I got up to investigate. All the other doors -- to Shana's room and
her brother's room and my aunt and uncle's room -- were closed on the
second floor. So I crept quietly down the stairs. The TV was still on,
the sound very low. The TV was the only source of light in the room. It
was enough. There were plants on a little opening in the stairwell and I
peered between the leaves. My tan and dark complexion helped, too.
Natural born commando, that was me.
     Irene was sitting next to Dan on the floor in front of the couch.
She had some crackerjacks in one hand. The bowl was on the other side of
Dan from her. She was looking at his crotch and he was looking at her
face. I could just hear what they were saying as Forbidden Planet was
getting close to the end.
     "Why do you keep touching me there, Irene?" Dan said. "You wouldn't
like it if I was always touching you there."
     She shrugged and munched her Crackerjacks. "I like it. Don't you?
Timmy likes it, all the time. I touch him lots of ways."
     "What ways?"
     She swallowed the last of her confection. "Promise you won't tell
and I'll show you."
     He hesitated a long time. I could see his cock throbbing inside his
jeans. Finally, he nodded. "Promise."
     She slowly put her hand over his dick-bulge and then and unzipped
his jeans. She reached inside and fished out his dick. It stood straight
up. She gripped it tightly in her little hand and jerked a little on it.
     His breathing got shallower.
     "You can touch me, too, y'know," Irene said, leaning over and
staring up intently into his face. Her hair was all disheveled and sun-
blonde and her face was cute, but very sensual. Her eyes said she knew
exactly what she was doing. "Please?"
     She turned sideways, kneeling spread-legged next to him. She took
his hand and led it between her legs, under her nighty. I knew when he
began caressing her, because her eyes half closed and her mouth opened
a bit.
     She bent and licked the head of his cock and he groaned softly. She
kept licking and jerking and then she stiffened and I knew he was
sliding his finger into her little slit. Her skinny young hips began
hunching up and down.
     She released his cock and unfastened his pants, He lifted his butt
as she pulled them down his thighs. He kicked them off the rest of the
way, because her hands had gone back to his dick and his balls. She
opened her mouth and took the head of his prick inside and I watched him
again lift his hips and heard him murmur, "Damn, damn, damn..."
     She took his other hand and led it to the front of her nightgown.
He searched for and found her nipples and rubbed them, then moved his
hand to her head and caressed her face. She opened her mouth and spread
her lips wide to take more of his thick cock in her mouth. She had soft,
full lips, but she was small and her mouth was small for her face and
she had it filled with just the head of his cock.
     She began bobbing her head up and down on him, still jerking with
one small hand. She shifted back to get her face lower over him. The
girl was young, but she definitely knew how to suck cock and  she
definitely was enjoying herself. Dan was arching toward her.
     "I'm gonna -- gonna -- "
     "Mmm-HMMM!" It was muffled, but definitely affirmative. She reached
down with her other hand and began caressing his balls -- of which I had
a great view -- and then he started to cum.
     She sucked and gurgled and swallowed and he came for what seemed a
long time. She was utterly intent on sucking and drinking him.  I
couldn't even feel jealous -- just envious. She was jerking with her
hand harder and faster and I watched her little cheeks concave and bloat
and saw her throat work as she swallowed. He came a lot and some slipped
out around her lips, lubricating her hand on his shaft.
     Finally, his spasms became irregular and then slowed and then
stopped. She sucked his limpening dick in and pushed it partially out of
her mouth rapidly, like a little kid playing with a piece of spaghetti.
He sank back to the floor and groaned, deep and relieved.
     She let his prick slide out of her mouth and it flopped between his
legs. Her lips were all slick and spermy, and so was his cock.
     He pulled her up to him and cuddled her close, but she was having
none of that. She pulled her nightgown up over her head and jammed one
enormously swollen nipple into his mouth. He took it greedily, licking
it and maybe even chewing a little on it.
     Irene sighed and pulled his hand back between her legs. Her ass was
so tiny and her body was so lean and smooth! It was all glistening with
perspiration and she looked slippery and sinuous as an eel -- a sexy
young eel. He reached back and squeezed her cheeks, then slid his
fingers back and caressed her little, smooth cunt. Finally, he extended
Badfinger and she settled happily onto it and jerked her hips up and
down. I could see his cock re-erecting. In no time at all, it was hard
again, solid as a brick and looking just as thick compared to her lithe
slenderness.
     She murmured something to him I couldn't hear. His reply was audible:
"But I'm afraid of hurting you."
     She said something that was obviously reassuring and shifted so she
was straddling him.
     "First, I want this," he said. His hands came around and cupped --
and covered -- her ass. He guided her until she was standing over him,
with his head resting back against the couch and then he began to eat
her.
     Now I was definitely jealous, because from the way he ate her, I
knew she was getting it good. He licked and sucked and nibbled and
mouthed and tongued her. I watched her ass clench and her hips hunch
and I watched her thighs shake as she came and came again. I could see
her juices on his chin. He worked his hands around her farther and slid
one finger against the back of her cunt and she shook above him. He
worked the finger of another hand between those tightly squeezed, corded
masses of hard little ass and she pushed back and against it, taking it
into her teeny butt-hole to the first joint. I saw her tense until every
muscle in her back was clearly defined and great beads of sweat popped
out all over her body and she came again.
     Finally she couldn't stand and he lowered her against him. She
sobbed into his shoulder and shivered again as he caressed her back and
kissed her forehead. She said something to soft for me to hear.
     -- and I heard him say, incredulously, "Never? No one? But you
taste so sweet, how can anyone resist?"
     "The same way you resist Marie." That was clear enough. My eyes
widened, and there was no one to see them.
     He looked troubled for a moment, but then she was sliding down
until her little cunt was nestled against the throbbing thickness of
his glans. She eased herself up and reached down in her crouch to spread
her labia and then she slowly worked her cunt onto the knob.
     "Damn that feels good, cousin Dan!"
     She worked her way down onto him, impaling herself on my step-
brother's solid dick. It stretched her little cunt a lot, and she really
seemed to be enjoying it. She was very wet, and when she'd taken it all
and began raising herself up again, his emerging cock was shining
brightly in the light of the television.
     She levered herself up and down, faster and faster, groaning
and sighing as he panted: "You're so tight and hot -- Ahhhh!"
     I watched him move one hand out of sight, on her front to nipple
height. She jammed herself down and shook against him, vibrating those
narrow, prepubescent hips over him. His balls started to jerk. Then he
moved his hand lower and twisted his arm and I guessed: He was moving
his thumb over her clitoris. She shook faster and harder and then held
herself still against him and quietly shrieked her pleasure. His balls
pulled up tight and throbbed and I could see her cunt lips stretch and
thin around his fat prick as it swelled with each spurt. She grabbed his
face and kissed him hard and long as he came in her and she came with
him.
     They collapsed together and lay like that for a long time. She
pulled her little cunt off his cock slowly and then put her nighty back
on.
     "Promise you won't tell?"
     "No one," he vowed.
     She giggled. "Can we do it again -- soon?"
     "I hope so, Irene. That was terrific." He pulled himself upright
and slid back into his jeans. "But not tonight."
     She giggled again. "Y'know, Marie wants to do that with you."
     He nodded as he sat heavily on the couch and ad on the television
began touting the great deal at Bender's Buick on Alexis Road. "I'd like
to do it with her, too, but I can't."
     "Why not? You're not blood relations any more than you and I are."
     "Because she's special, in a different way. Some day we'll need to
be able to talk to each other in a special way and this -- " He nodded
toward her and the place where they'd fucked. "-- would get in the way.
I'm not sure why, but I don't think it's a good idea."
     "Well, if you'd rather do it with me than with someone with a bod
like hers, that's not a problem for me!" She was positively glowing. She
gave him a big kiss and I took that as my cue to go into fake slumber
mode where they both figured I should be: On the mattress in Irene's
room.
     I had a lot to think about. For one thing, I'd just watched my
little -- in every sense of the word -- cousin do everything but rape my
step-brother. And she'd enjoyed it as much as she'd confided she enjoyed
fucking. And I'd just heard her put in a pitch on my behalf! And I'd
just heard Dan tell her what he'd never told me: Some of the reason why
he kept restraining himself and me from getting it on.
     I didn't mean to, but I dozed off pretty fast and resented waking
in the sunlit morning. No matter. I did. Irene never told me of her
escapade with Dan and I couldn't very well ask, could I?
     Dan and Dorothy never got together again -- she kept putting him
off, the fool -- and the Fourth came and went and then so was he, back
to his city and his girlfriends there. I was left with memories and
fantasies and questions. I sort of coasted through the rest of the
summer, developing just as fast as I before. It seemed like only a few
days before school began.
     School. My freshman year in high school. I remember it vividly --
because that was the year the stolen pictures and the shots taken by Ed
Sautter came back to haunt me and hurt me more than I had been hurt
since -- well, since the first time.
     [Later. I promise.]


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