Chapter 6

Young Keith Jones, his balls drained dry, smiled down at the flushed and excited young Patsy Martin who lay beneath him on his cousin Sally's rumpled playhouse bed.

"You'd better let me go, Keith!" she cried, "or at least we'd better go over to my back yard. It's been fun here, but your cousin should be getting home from school soon!" She was half naked, wearing nothing but a brief pair of nylon panties that did nothing to hide the puffy, almost hairless young lips of her pussy in front.

"Get your hands out of my pants, sweetie, or I'll cum all over you again!" she gasped, as Keith continued his obscene finger-fucking of the slick little hole up beneath the loose elastic cunt band of the panties.

"So what?" he said. "She might get a charge out of watching me fuck you!" he grinned, reaching further inside to smooth the young redhead's cunt fuzz down with his fingers. He didn't seem to ever get enough of her pussy, and it had been days since he'd first arrived in town. Keith thought it might be a while before he felt like going home, with the young wild-cunted Patsy Martin close by and so ready to drain his balls all the time.

"She looks like she needs a real good fucking!" Patsy said, moaning just the slightest bit as he squirmed his finger teasingly up around inside her cunt.

"You think?" Keith asked. "Yeah ... I. guess she seems pretty uptight all right. But sometimes she's nice. And as for a fuck, what about that night we heard her getting her naked little ass fucked off in here ... right on this mattress. She was groaning so loud when she came, we could hear her right through the walls. Her boyfriend Rusty must've been really throwing cock to her!"

"Maybe he wasn't fucking her," Patsy said. Keith had stopped fingering her pussy up inside her panties, and she sat beside him on the mattress. He had already put on his pants after their fucking on the foam mattress, but had not yet donned his shirt.

"What do you mean, maybe he wasn't fucking her?" he inquired curiously. "She was squealing like a stuck pig!"

Patsy sat thinking about what she'd said, before replying. She remembered all too well the night that her neighbor's cousin had come to see her. Early in the morning actually-it had been past midnight. They had had quite a time of it already when the sound of passionate groans of fucking and the lewd noise of a cock pistoning into a passion-drenched cunt had come through the wall during a lull in their own frenzied cumming and groaning. They had both been shocked to recognize Sally's voice, and they had speculated as to why the young' teenage girl and Rusty had come out to the playhouse to fuck so late at night. But the speculations had ended shortly when they had become so excited by the sounds that they had to fuck again. By the time it was over, there were no more noises coming from Rusty and Sally, and they had each more or less forgotten about the incident. Now, however, they were both thinking heavily of it, and Patsy recalled how strange it had been not to ever hear Rusty's own voice at all during the fury of fucking that had obviously been taking place.

"Maybe," she said slowly, "maybe Sally was finger-fucking herself!"

"You're kidding!" Keith said. He had never really thought about girls doing it to themselves. But now that he thought about it, he supposed that they did sometimes.

"Wow!" he said, enthusiastically. "You mean she could have been fucking it to her own pussy and making all that noise?"

"Sure," Patsy said. "But I may just be making that up ... I mean maybe Rusty was with her even though we didn't hear his voice!"

Keith felt his young cock thickening at the thought.

"I'll bet she was alone!" he cried. "And say, maybe she heard me fucking you too!"

The discussion was abruptly ended when they heard footsteps coming through the back yard, and both of them scurried to get completely dressed. They had just about accomplished it, with a few buttons undone here and there, when Sally came into the playhouse and stood looking at them.

They were both out of breath but were trying to hide it.

"Oh," Sally said, sarcastically, "did I interrupt you?" She felt very angry about both of them being here in her playhouse, and didn't bother to hide it. She was irritable and out of sorts anyway from school, and what's more, her cousin Keith had been there for a full week now and showed no signs of leaving.

"Of course not, Sally," Patsy said easily, starting toward the door. "See you tomorrow, Keith!" She blew him a kiss and left as quickly as she could. Sally didn't even bother to say goodbye.

"Jeez...." Patsy whistled to herself as she let herself into her house next door. "She's like an old lady!"

Keith finished buttoning the top buttons of his levi shirt. He was reminded by Patsy's parting words that he would not be seeing the charming little redhead that night. He had a feeling that she was going out to get her hot little cunt plowed by somebody else and he didn't exactly like it, but there really wasn't anything he could do about it. Neither of them had made any promises to the other, and Keith knew that Patsy would expect him to be cool about any jealousy he might feel.

He wasn't sure he felt exactly jealous anyway. He just wanted to fuck the lovely redhead's fiery little cunt that night, too! Especially now that they had had that brief conversation about his cousin finger-fucking herself to cumming. His cock felt hard and stiff between his legs and he wasn't going to be able to empty it up between Patsy Martin's legs for twenty-four more hours! What a drag!

He sat dejectedly riffling through magazines next to the mattress, listening to the sounds of Sally picking up the scattered clutter from several days of letting the little place go. Through his mind reeled lewd images of his beautiful young cousin fingerfucking herself on the foam bed, and he resolved to ask Patsy to lie back naked on the bed with her pussy spread wide and finger-fuck herself for him some time. He couldn't think of anything more exciting and cock-hardening at the moment!

Sally threw the remainder of the empty cookie boxes and pop cans into the trash bag. She was getting a little tired of having to pick up after Keith. He seemed to have taken a liking to the playhouse and spent most of his time there and he didn't even bother to pick up the junk he left. She was getting a good idea of how her mother felt when she didn't pick up her room!

Sally sifrhed. Her life had been like hell for the last week, and she knew that she herself was doing; nothing to make it better. She had been so aggravated that she'd succeeded in aggravating Rusty too, and they were barely speaking-to each other. He thought it was all because he hadn't spent much time with her lately. He had told her that she was being a selfish child-after all, he had other things to do besides be with her all the time! She had tried to explain that it wasn't that, but it had been no use. How could she explain what it really was! How could she tell him that she could hardly live with herself after that frenzied night she'd fucked her pussy to a hotly sizzling cum with a banana in the playhouse? Just the sight of her cousin, Keith, and the way he was always going off with that awful red-haired girl next door, was enough to drive her to distraction, and Sally thought she was really going to literally go "bananas" if things didn't change soon!

Keith stared at his blonde cousin as she stood looking out at the back yard from the window.

"Well, looks like we have the whole weekend ahead of us. What with your parents going to be away until Monday...." he said from across the room.

"Yes...." Sally answered, annoyed that he was watching her, and suddenly even more self-conscious than before. "Their plane comes in at 3:30 on Monday," she added.

"You know, Sally, you ought to let me help you with dinner sometime," Keith said, taking in the smooth shape of Sally's smoothly curved asscheeks in her short, "beat-around" dress. She had already changed from her school clothes and Keith started thinking about the prudish way Rusty liked her to dress. He really didn't think that it was right, and it occurred to him that perhaps that was just one of the reasons Rusty and his young cousin didn't seem to be getting along so well.

"I'd be more than happy to have your help," Sally replied testily to Keith's offer of help. "You could pick up your empty coke cans once in a while!"

Keith realized that his pretty blonde cousin was near to tears, and he stood up. His painfully jerking cock was pointing sky high and he moved his palm against his pants to try to make it go down somewhere underneath. All of a sudden he was directly behind her.

"Hey," he said. "Hey, Sally, I'm sorry, really I am, if I've been bugging you...." he began.

Sally almost jumped a mile. She half-turned toward her cousin and then suddenly burst into tears, putting her hands up to cover the pained expression on her face.

"No ... no ... it's really my fault ... it's all my fault ... I just don't know what to do ... I just don't know!!!"

The only other woman Keith had ever seen cry was his mother, and he had never really and truly felt sorry for the aging woman, but now he felt a wrench of emotion for his cousin, realizing for the first time, the depths of her disturbance over her boyfriend. He had never thought about her very much at all, he thought with a pang of guilt,--likening himself to Rusty, who did think about her, but somehow in the wrong way. Automatically, he put his arms around the sobbing girl and tried to comfort her, feeling her voluptuously soft titties pressed for an instant against his lean boyishness. She sobbed hopelessly for a long time, and his hands stroked her back as he tried to get her to stop. He even promised never to come back out to the playhouse again and mess it up, but that only seemed to make her sob all the more.

He could feel her softly trembling tits moving against him each time she took a deep breath, and suddenly, Keith felt the thickness of his already throbbing cock jerk forward. She had leaned inward against him at just that moment, and Keith knew that the girl felt it. Quickly, he pulled her closer to him as she tried to move back. His hands dropped lower on her hips so that her pussy hairs were pressed flat against his. He could feel her soft young thighs and the tantalizing puff of her cunt up between her legs. Christ, what a feeling!

But she was fighting him, struggling to get away, and both of them realized the cunt-flooding and cock-throbbing emotion that was passing between them. "No ... no ... don't. Go away!"

He pleaded with his piteously sobbing cousin. "No ... I won't hurt you ... I won't ... I" But Keith hardly knew what he was saying. He really didn't know what he was saying ... or what he was doing. He was only following his rapidly developing instincts, and they told him that Sally really wanted him to hold her huge young tits smashed close ... wanted to feel the hardness of his cock pressed tight and snug up against her soft, desire-puffed cunt lips.

He held her as hard as he could and she beat his back with her fists, her face a mask of pleading resistance, until suddenly, frighteningly, she slipped, and slumped against him. Keith hurriedly pressed his lips to hers. He was just a trifle taller than she, and he was glad of it. He could feel his cousin's entire body trembling against his, and her tongue in his mouth was wild and hungry. She badly wanted him to fuck her, and the strength of his cock-hungering emotion frightened and surprised him. Never had he dreamed that he would be feeling his own cousin moaning and sobbing, rubbing her hotly quivering tits and cunt up against his chest and cock like this!

He could hardly believe that he had only left home a week ago! He tried to match Sally's frenzy with all his might, feeling only the tiniest spark of guilt about their being cousins. But obviously something was wrong there, and Sally needed to be fucked.

And oh Christ! He was ready to help her! His golden-haired cousin felt so voluptuous compared to the smaller dimensions of Patsy and Keith thought for one long moment that she was going to literally smother him with kisses. He tried to pull her down to the playhouse mattress with him, but something within her still resisted that, and they moved against the door, Keith pressing his excited cousin back against the wall.

"Oh God ... Sally!" he cried, his fingers fumbling up beneath her short summer dress, and he felt the heat of her thighs ... round smooth columns of flesh that thrilled him to the marrow of his bones. She was groaning and his fingers climbed higher and higher until he found her panties' thin elastic cuntband and pushed his forefinger up underneath. Her legs juggled and she twitched against him, letting out a low mournful cry as his finger fucked upward into the slippery warmth of her wetly sucking pussy. The sparse blonde fuzz tickled his finger and he felt sweat popping out all over his body. Suddenly his cock was cumming inside his pants, cumming so fast that he could do nothing to stop it.

"Ooooooooaaahhhhhhhh!"

His finger fucked up deeper and jiggled high up into his cousin's excitedly gushing cunt, and he ground his hips and his wildly jerking cock hard up against her loins, pushing and jerking against her as he writhed in absolute ecstasy that nevertheless knew an underlying torment. Oh the feel of the juicy walls of her pussy ... the idea that she would let him fuck her ... that she had probably wanted him to fuck her all along! It was just too much to take!!!

"I'm sorry ... oh God, Sally...." he cried as he moved against her and the strength of his bursting orgasm subsided. He felt that he had really lost her, that she was no longer at the peak of lust that they had both created before his premature cumming all over her naked thighs.

A seeping wet spot formed between them, spreading on their clothing, and Keith didn't know what to do. His thickly fucking fingers wiggled and then moved uncertainly upward inside the taut slick wetness of her still trembling pussy, when she gasped. "Oh ... oh....no, no ... no ... no" was all she said as she fled from him, running from the playhouse across the back yard and slamming the back porch door noisily behind her.

Bewildered and disturbed, Keith went toward the bathroom to wash up. Later, he thought, he would at least help his distraught cousin by cooking up something for tonight's meal. With her parents gone for the weekend, his cock twitched in his pants below. Wow, he thought, if I don't fuck her now, I'll never be able to fuck her!!