Chapter 4

Next door, her heart pounding wildly, Sally collapsed upon the foam bed in tears, raging and sobbing violently. Then, belatedly, she drew the covers up over her aroused body, and continued sobbing. Every cry and every bounce, every tormented squeak of the bed as they had fucked to cumming next door had been dinned into her shocked listening ears, and now she was filled with an intimate knowledge of her next door neighbor's life that she never would have wanted. The worst was that she recognized her own tormented, cunt-flooding reaction for the lewd, obscene jealousy that it was.

"Horrible ... oh, it's horrible to hear another girl get fucked like that!" she cried to herself under the covers, but she knew that she would give anything-almost anything-to know the same kind of mindless blissful fuck with her beloved Rusty.

"Sally Jones? You mean your name is Keith Jones? You're her cousin?" Patsy asked, her face brightening as she looked down at the limp-cocked boy beside her.

"Yes ... do you know her?" Keith asked.

"Know her ... she lives next door!" she exclaimed ecstatically.

"Far out!" Keith exclaimed. Nothing at all would surprise him now. It was all fitting into place so smoothly, so easily, just as his prick fitted into Patsy's tight young cunt so perfectly, with a precision that must have been predestined.

"That means you can come over and fuck me all the time!" she cried, jumping up from the bed. It was almost twilight, and Patsy peered out the window, trying to determine what time it might be by the angle of the sun in the garden. Keith lay back on the huge canopied bed watching the splendid smooth curves of her soft white asscheeks as she moved away from him.

"That is ... if you want to come over and fuck me again...." she added shyly, almost coyly.

"Want to?" he grinned. "I may never leave your parents' guest house unless they throw me out!"

Looking down, he could see the tall tower of his thick young cock, and took it in his hand. His foreskin slid easily down with a slight pressure of his thumb and forefinger, and he could feel the chills rippling along the back of his spine again.

"Come on back," he beckoned with his finger, his face already bearing the telltale signs of his arousal. His cock was still wet and slippery from the cunt-juice of his and Patsy's exploding cums ... two or three; he couldn't tell any more how many she'd had in their continuous romp on the bed. He looked at it glistening dully before him in the rapidly fading light.

"Come over and straddle it," he said softly. "I want to feel your cunt sliding down over it."

Patsy moved toward her young teenage lover again, slowly at first and then eagerly, as she too yearned to feel his hugely throbbing cock far up inside her hungry young pussy. His experience and expertise was growing by the second.

"I don't think your uncle or his family will be home for a few hours anyway," she said as she grinned wickedly down at him and straddled his cock with her again wetly throbbing young cunt. "I should be able to coax another gallon or two of cum out of your balls by that time!!!"

It was well after dark when Sally finally roused herself from a fitful sleep beneath the covers. She realized with a start that her upset over the antics in the guest house next door had made her lose sight of all her plans for the evening with her own boyfriend. Feeling bedraggled and with a terrible emptiness inside her, she got up and looked around her. She was completely disorientated; her blonde hair was tangled and her body perspiration-soaked from being beneath the stuffy covers. After finishing the rest of her soft drink, the young teenager realized she had better let her mother know where she was. She made her way up to her house. Her mother didn't seem very concerned about her absence and so, after making herself a sandwich for dinner, she went upstairs to her bedroom to eat it.

Seems to be my lot in life, she thought sullenly, as she sat down on the frilly bedspread on her bed. Waiting for Rusty to show up and hoping maybe the next time he fucked her he would be able to satisfy her hot, hungry little pussy. It had better be soon-if she had to listen to Patsy fuck her lovers one more time, she didn't think she could stand it. Maybe that was the reason she was always so disgusted with Patsy-her lovers. Patsy had so many and she seemed to find them all so satisfying.

"I guess it was pretty silly of me anyway ... getting so upset about her having a lover in her room! After all, who a girl lets fuck her is her own business." She made a note anyway to speak to her the next time she saw her about the thinness of the fence dividing the guest house and the playhouse.

Feeling a bit better now that she had faced the odd situation squarely, she finished her sandwich and showered quickly. She slipped into a loose-fitting shirt and a pair of old jeans, hoping that she wouldn't be wearing them for long once Rusty got to the playhouse. Fifteen minutes later, carrying a shopping bag filled to the brim with coffee and things to snack on, Sally opened the door to the playhouse. She had gotten so carried away by her plans for the evening should Rusty show up, that she had hardly thought about what might be going on behind Patsy's door now.

She was alarmed, though, just as she was opening the door, to hear the door of the guest house opening at the same time, and, upon turning, to see Patsy's tousled auburn head sticking out the door.

"There she is!" Patsy cried. "Hi, Sally ... got a surprise for you!" she grinned at the young blonde.

Sally almost ran into her playhouse, but then she remembered that there was really no need for her to be frightened of this young redhead, even if she was a promiscuous little whore! She, Sally, was after all a good girl. She only let one guy at a time fuck her. She stood motionless, her mouth gaping. She had no idea what the redheaded girl was talking about. Patsy's head had disappeared and the door to the guest house closed slightly but not all the way, and Sally started to go inside her playhouse. But suddenly there was motion at the door again, and a young boy came out. Sally noticed with some embarrassment that he still seemed to be adjusting his clothes!

Lord, he could at least hide the fact that he's been fucking her all afternoon! she thought bitterly.

"Hi," the boy said shyly, and Sally looked at him, puzzled as to why she was being made to meet this teenager who had just been so lewdly fucking with her neighbor. But even while she was thinking this, and even before he spoke, she was noting something familiar about him. Something around the eyes. There was something....

"You don't recognize me," Keith said, and put his hand up to his cloudless blue eyes.

And then she did-it was her cousin, Keith! She had only seen her cousin once in her life, and that had been two years before at a family dinner on Thanksgiving. He was already taller and very, very different from the thin adolescent she had eaten turkey dinner with and who had run out of the house to wave goodbye to them when they left shortly afterwards. It had been the only time that Sally had met her father's relatives and she had the feeling that her parents had not looked forward to it, and that the dinner had been awkward at best.

"I'm Keith," he said, smiling and making a move toward her.

Sally fought a sudden impulse to turn again and run inside the playhouse and lock the door and never come out again. She smiled, letting the smile warm to a special greeting to cover her upset. Her hands fluttered a little and she stammered, setting her bag of supplies on the ground.

"Why ... yes ... cousin Keith ... B ... But what...?"

Keith laughed, and Patsy stuck her copper-haired head out from the guest house doorway again. She was wearing some kind of coat-like caftan that was loose and flowing, and Sally knew that the shameless young girl was completely naked beneath its folds.

Patsy laughed, too, a startling, bird-like sound, and Sally almost cringed away from the two of them as they gave their explanation of what had happened.

"Keith's been waiting here for you to get home from school!" Patsy said.

"I just thought I'd say hello to you first before I saw your mom and dad ... maybe stay with your family a couple of days, if that's okay!" Keith said earnestly.

"We ... well ... come on over!" Sally stammered. She had never been caught so off balance before in her young life. She didn't want to invite Patsy into her yard. She didn't even really want her own cousin to come over after listening to him fucking her young neighbor all afternoon, but he was her father's nephew and her cousin, after all. However, under the circumstances she would have to invite them both into the playhouse for a minute anyway.

Sally was relieved to hear Patsy refuse.

"No ... you two talk family. Keith, I'll see you later, baby ... for sure!" Patsy blew a kiss at young Keith and disappeared into her doorway. Sally led the way into the small playhouse. Words were tumbling from her lips, but she really wasn't thinking about what they were actually saying.

"Come in and sit down, Keith. My dad built this house for me, sort of as a place I could play in when I was little. Now I use it as a place to get away from the folks. You said you hadn't seen my folks yet. Have you had dinner? I have some crackers and cheese here in the bag, and something to drink. Later on I'll take you to Mom-she'll put you up in the guest room while you're staying with us. How long do you think you'll be staying?"

She had been putting the snacks from the bag into the cupboard when suddenly she stopped chattering. She turned and saw that her cousin was sitting on the foam mattress, looking at her oddly. She realized that she didn't even know if he had said anything since they'd entered the playhouse. Then she was aware of the old, tight, faded levis she was wearing and the blouse that hung loosely, showing the full, firm roundness of her hugely billowing titties in a revealing way, a way of which she knew her parents would never have approved.

She flushed a bright red, and turned back toward the cupboard so that he would not see her face. She realized that she was very near to tears again. How could her own cousin have been in Patsy's room fucking a girl he hadn't even met before that very day?

She tried to calm herself as she put the remainder of the bag away and shut the cabinet doors. She folded the bag carefully, still not trusting herself to turn around and face the horribly lewd look her cousin was giving her. Finally, when the bag was folded and she had no more excuse to have her back turned toward the room, she turned toward her cousin.

She saw that Keith was standing looking down at the radio she had brought out with her from her bedroom.

"You ... why don't you turn on the radio so we can have a little music," she said, feeling terrible for having acted so strangely with her cousin. She knew that he was only her age. What had gotten into her anyway? He was her cousin!

"I hope I won't bother your folks by coming like this," Keith said. "I mean without letting you all know. I just got off for Easter vacation early, and...."!

"Oh, no ... no, of course not...." Sally lied, moving to sit on the foam bed. She wanted desperately to be able to act naturally and kept trying to think of natural things to do. She folded her hands across her legs which were tightly closed together in front of her as she sat.

"You're family, Keith, you're always welcome, you know."

Keith looked at his young cousin. She was up tight about something but he couldn't tell exactly what it was. He supposed he ought to have dropped her family a note, but then his parents had made their plans for a vacation only a few days before they had left. It wasn't until the last minute that he had decided not to go with them. He had planned to stay at home by himself at first, but it had been very boring because all his friends had gone somewhere. He had made his decision to go to his uncle's home overnight and there just hadn't been time to let them know. He hated talking about things on the phone and besides he hadn't wanted to put the long distance call on his parents' bill.

"I left kind of sudden!" he said by way of explanation.

"What about your folks?" Sally asked, politely. How would she ever pass the time un til she could take him to the main house, she wondered.

"They went to Hawaii, and I decided not to go with them at the last minute, hitchhiked here instead," he replied. "Say, Sally, you wouldn't mind if I just lie down for a while, would you? I'm awfully tired, and I want to be able to talk to your folks when I meet them!"

Sally bristled at the mention of how tired he was. She knew all too well how tired he must be! But she was glad to suggest that he sleep in the playhouse while she went back into the house.

"Sure, go ahead. When you're ready just come on into the house, but come to the front door so they won't know that you've been here all afternoon," Sally said. "I have some homework to do so I'm going on in right now," she added, then blushed as she thought she might somehow be betraying her frustration, that he might guess that she would be meeting someone here tonight and if he stayed here he would ruin everything.

"Great!" Keith replied, and turned over on the foam rubber bed after stretching his long legs out and yawning sleepily.

Sally left the playhouse and returned to her bedroom and shut the door.