Chapter 4
Looking back, Jo Ann remembered only too well her initiation into womanhood, coming as it did years before she would have expected. She remembered the pain, recalled the anguish, but more than anything else, she remembered the delight and pleasure.
What made her smile at the moment was her cousin's total arrogance. At the time, it had looked as if he was the one doing the conquering, but both of them knew, little by little, that he was the one being conquered. This was ascertained once and for all the last day she was with him, and he had insisted on bringing his friends in and letting them use her. He had insisted? Jo Ann's grin broadened. He had thought it was his own idea, but she knew better. She knew that after that time, the two of them would have nothing physically to do with anyone else. They belonged to one another, and once in her life she had to find out what it felt like to be filled with cocks in every orifice all at the same time. The truth, plainly and simply was, the longer she and her cousin lived together during those two weeks, the stronger her hold became on him, while the weaker his hold was on her, and in order to try and outwardly assert his manliness, he kept trying to do things to shame her, though basically all he did was a variation of things to thrill her that much more.
It was Sunday evening, the evening of her defloration, and Jo Ann, after having taken a long, hot bath, discovered even her shortie pajamas were gone. Without having to be hit on the head, she understood this was another way Andrew was certain she would remain his prisoner. With no clothing, even if she did find a way out, somehow, she wouldn't dare go outside.
"How's your cunt?" Andrew asked, when she came downstairs to the kitchen to make supper for the both of them.
She saw that when he had shopped earlier, he had really stocked up on a lot of food, anticipating they would be trapped here for two weeks. Jo Ann didn't think it possible for her to hate a man, but she was as close to hating where her cousin was concerned as she had ever been.
"Why should you care?" she asked, not even able to find an apron to put around her as she made them both steaks.
"I care a lot," he replied. "I mean, let's face facts, kiddo. I'm gonna be fucking that cunt an awful lot, and I want to make sure it's in tip-top condition."
"It's all right," she shrugged, realizing there was still a little sting inside her, more from the initial friction she had felt than anything else.
They ate quietly, and Jo Ann noticed it was starting to get dim. Looking at the clock, she saw it was eight-forty-five. After Andrew had fucked her, the two of them had fallen asleep for a long time. When she had awakened she had assumed it was early afternoon, but it had obviously been either late afternoon or early evening. Andrew had not been there when she had gotten up, and after having taken her shower, she had hurried downstairs in the hope he might have gone out. That was when she saw him in the kitchen, and he had inquired after her vagina.
She noticed Andrew had not bathed or showered since their encounter. The pink virginal bloodstains from her cunt still laced themselves on his cock, though by now they were dry.
"You might have at least taken a shower," she snapped. "You know, no matter how much you enjoyed what you did to me, all that stuff coating your ... uhhh ... penis, can start to smell after a while."
"Yes, well I decided that even though I have this house locked up tighter than the proverbial drum," Andrew replied, "I want to keep an eye on you as much as possible. So I figured I'd wait for you, and the two of us would shower together. Besides, it'd save water."
"I already took a bath," she said, rising, clearing the dishes away from the table.
"Really? You mean you washed all the residue and everything out of that sweet little cunt?" he asked.
"I wouldn't let it lay in there," she snapped. "Besides, for all I know, you might have gotten me pregnant."
"If that happens," he snorted, "I'll bring you to a doctor I know who can take care of such things."
"Oh, no you won't," she told him. "If I'm pregnant, I'm going to tell the whole world who the father is."
"You won't really know, will you," he laughed. "Remember, when the time comes, I'm having some friends come over and really get it on with you."
"I'll swear it was you now matter how many friends you bring over," she insisted. "You're a real son of a bitch to do what you did to me. I never did anything to hurt you."
"The sins of the father, or in this case the uncle, are being visited on the child," he smirked. "Now come on upstairs with me. I want you in that shower with me so I can keep an eye on you."
"You are really vile!" she replied.