Chapter 3
"You gonna finish that piece?"
Lisa looked across the table at her teenage cousin. She had been deep in thought, gazing at the bottom of her almost empty glass and thinking about how. her grandfather had looked when he'd fucked her Aunt Lana. She gazed at Tim and nodded quickly, blinking several times and focusing her eyes on the good-looking boy.
Tim was only a kid, but be looked older. Lisa felt that be, not she, was the older cousin and when the two were out together she let him take charge of things.
"Good pizza, huh?" Tim said, chewing vigorously.
They sat together on one side of the booth and looked around the restaurant. Lisa sipped her root beer and sighed. She had to stop thinking about the scene she'd witnessed recently. She had to think of other things. Still, her mind kept returning to her horny pussy.
"Maybe we should have ordered a bigger one?" Tim said.
"What? Oh, you're still hungry," she said.
"Yeah, you could say so."
He grinned and she felt his thigh brush against hers. She flinched and glanced up. Was it a mistake? He grinned again and she knew it was not.
"Is my leg in our way?" she said in a soft voice.
"Hell, no," he Said, wiping his mouth. "You've got beauties. I wish you'd stop wearing jeans all the time and show 'em off."
Lisa cleared her throat, feeling slightly confused. "I didn't know you knew I was alive," she said.
"Hey, we're almost brother and sister," he chuckled. "How could I ignore you?"
She smiled when he put his hand on her knee. It was true. Her aunt and uncle were in the process of adopting her and legally she and Tim would soon be brother and sister. Still, they were only blood-cousins, so it really didn't matter if he stroked her leg a little.
"Why don't we blow this joint and go home," Tim said, signaling the waitress to bring the check. "I'll come up to your room and we'll play some tapes."
She hesitated a moment, wondering why he wanted to come up to her room in the attic when they could use the den or the rec-room in the basement. She decided not to worry about it. He was her cousin and if he wanted to come into her room, which was in his own parents home, she wouldn't argue with him.
They prepared to leave the restaurant and Lisa waited for Tim at the door as he paid the check. Once again she gazed at his strong young body. He Looked at least eighteen with his big muscles and the constantly throbbing lump in his crotch.
She wondered suddenly if Tim was a virgin. Boys his age were always horny. Chances were he'd fucked a few of the girls at school. She'd seen some of them when she'd gone to the high school to look around and some of Tim's friends were very sexy-looking chicks.
They left the restaurant and walked to the bus stop. Tim held her elbow for a while and then let his arm drop casually to her shoulder. They chatted about the high-school football team. Tim was a member of the sophomore team and hoped to make varsity soon. Lisa felt a lovely warm feeling as they climbed onto the bus for the ride home. Being with Tim made her forget about her tragedy. Losing her parents became dream like the longer she lived with her aunt and uncle. Being with her cousin like this was wonderful. He was like a combination friend-brother-cousin and they sat close together on the side seat of the bus and giggled like the teenagers they were.
Occasionally she shifted around on the seat and felt a squishiness in her pussy. Feeling Tim's thigh so close to hers was nice and nothing to be concerned about. He was her cousin, after all and would never make a pass at her.
When they got to their stop, they scrambled off the bus and walked the few blocks to the Hartley house arm in arm. The adults were all out and Tim went to his room for the tape machine while Lisa ran up to the attic to straighten up her room.
After she fixed the bedspread she went to the dresser and brushed her hair. She gazed at her image in the mirror. Her eyes glittered and looked bigger than ever. Her father had always teased her. Big eyes, big titties, baby, he'd said. She shook her head and forced herself not to think sad thoughts as she picked up a bottle of perfume and dabbed some behind her ears.
When she turned around, Tim was standing in the doorway. "Come on in," she said shyly. She looked around the tiny room. "I guess we'll have to sit on the bed."
"I don't mind," he grinned, stalking into the room and climbing onto the bed.
He flipped a tape into the portable machine and the rock music soon filled the room. He lay back and raised his arms, staring at her as she sat primly to the side. Suddenly she had a strange feeling that he was undressing her with his eyes.
"Maybe we should go downstairs." she said.
He moved his hand to her arm and his fingers trailed from her shoulder to her elbow. It tickled and gave her a funny feeling in her cunt.
"Hey, don't do that," she said, without conviction.
"Why not?"
"It feels funny."
"Funny nice or funny peculiar?"
"Funny nice I guess."
"Then why stop?"
They giggled and she lay back on the bed, her feet dangling onto the floor. Tim wiggled his ass to the beat of the music, raising his legs off the floor.
"Why don't you get comfortable?" he said.
"I'm okay," she said.
"Hey, you afraid of me?"
"Afraid of you? Why should I be?"
"Well, you're acting like you are."
"Well, I'm not."
She took a deep breath and brought her feet up onto the bed.
"See?" she said.
"Yeah," he grinned. "I wish you weren't wearing those damn jeans."
"Oh, there's no pleasing some people."
He rolled over closer to her and lay one hand on her belly. "You a cherry-cunt?" he said.
"What an expression!"
"Well, are you?"
"I don't think that's any of your business."
Her heart pounded even as she sassed him. She was suddenly ashamed of being a virgin and didn't want Tim to know.
"Hey, if you are it's okay," he said. "If that's what you want."
He moved his hand over her belly, lightly and almost casually, but her pussy moistened at his touch He sat up then and leaned on one elbow.
"Listen, if you want to get rid of your cherry I'll do it for you."
She stared at him, unmoving as he moved his hand to her tits and began caressing her boobs. She felt her nipples stiffen and she licked her lips.
"Tim, you're terrible," she said. "Stop that."
But she didn't push his hand away and he continued stroking her up thrust tits.
"They're getting hard, Lisa," he said teasingly. "I think you're getting turned-on. Damn, you're making me hot! Look at this cock of mine." He grabbed her hand and pulled it against his fly.
"I didn't do a thing," she said primly, pulling her hand away.
She turned onto her side and he moved behind her, his prick throbbing against his fly and pushing into her butt.
"You did so!" he hissed in her ear. "You got me all hard and hot and now you won't do anything about it!"
He stroked her arm and let his hand drape over her tits. She turned her head, her mind a whirl.
"Did I really do that to you?" she said.
"Shit, yeah!" he chuckled. "Feel that?"
He grabbed her hand and placed it firmly over his crotch.
"Oh, my, I'm sorry!" she breathed.
"Well, sorry or not, you did it," he said. "Now you've, got to do something about it."
"What do you want me to do?" she whispered. The feel of his big cock through his jeans made her quiver. And if she was responsible for it, it was only right that she help him.
He had a pained expression on his face as he forced her fingers up and down his denim covered fly. "Shit, it's hard," he muttered.
"You're just going to have to help me." She continued stroking his fly through his jeans. She wasn't sure what he wanted her to do, but her heart pounded at the thought of actually seeing and touching his naked prick.
He moved a hand between her legs and rubbed her jean-encased cunt. "You feel like a furnace," he said. "You wet there?"
"I think so," she murmured.
He moved his free hand to her tits and squeezed them until the teenage girl thought she'd faint. Suddenly be released her cunt and her tits and pulled her tee-shirt up over her ribcage.
"Oh, Tim!" she breathed as be pulled the shirt over her tits.
"You've got to help me," he muttered, lifting the garment over her head.
She helped him by lifting her arms and then lay back with only her bra covering her massive tits. She felt dazed and uncertain, but somehow happy that he was undressing her.
She knew that morally it was wrong. They were, after all, related. Still, when he rolled her around so he could unhook her bra, she eagerly yielded so he could draw the flimsy cups off her jugs.
"Great knockers!"
He leaned over and placed his lips on her nipples, making them harder than ever. The horny teenager squealed when he ran his tongue over her creamy flesh.
She moaned and lifted her arms as the wonderful sensations caused by his lips and tongue engulfed her. "Oh, Tim, that feels so good!" She sighed.
"You getting good and hot?"
He tugged at the zipper on her jeans and yanked it down as she lifted her ass off the mattress. The rock music blared and she wondered vaguely if her aunt and uncle were still out, but it no longer seemed to matter.
He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth before releasing it and drawing her jeans down her legs. She kicked them off and let her legs sprawl open. She was wearing only her panties and he gazed with hot eyes at her body.
"Matching collar and cuffs," he chuckled, stabbing a finger against the tendrils of hair escaping the crotch of her panties.
"Oh, Tim!" she giggled excitedly. "What are we going to do now?"
"You'll see," he said, moving his hand inside her panties.
She gasped when his fingers parted her cuntlips and he drilled his index finger into her pussy-hole.
"Good?" he said.
"Oh, yes!"
"You ever have a guy stick a finger up your cunt before?"
"No!"
"I didn't think so. Shit, I'll have to teach you everything."
She didn't answer because she was too turned-on to speak. She instinctively raised her ass off the bed and wiggled back and forth to meet his plunging finger. She heard the sounds of her juicy snatch-folds and closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling in her twat.
"You gonna let me fuck you?" he said suddenly.
"You mean, really fuck?" she said weakly. "I've never done it before."
"I'll show you the ropes. Why do you want to hang on to your cherry?"
"Oh, I don't know!" she said, feeling suddenly miserable. "I don't know what to do."
"I'll make the decision for you," he said, pulling his finger out of her gash with a loud plop. "I'll take care of everything."
He reached for his zipper and yanked it down. "I've got a present for you," he grinned.
"Oh, my!" she sighed.
"But first I'm gonna lick your cunt a little," he said, wedging himself between-her legs and pressing his lips against her nylon-covered cunt.
He grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled the flimsy garment down to her knees. Then he pushed her thighs wide apart and buried his face against her sex-fragrant cunt.
The horny little virgin groaned when she felt her cousin's tongue lick the juice from her cunt-hair. She pressed her cheek into the mattress when he shoved his tongue through the humid tangle of her cunt-muff.
She grabbed his head when she felt his tongue slide inside her gash. It felt wonderful! Much better than a candle or her own fingers.
"Oh, Tim, your tongue is inside me!" she gasped, raising her knees and letting him pull her panties off her legs.
He raised his bead and grinned down at her. "You've got a tasty snatch."
He rammed his tongue back inside her cunt-hole and she trembled violently as spasms of pleasure raged through her. When his tongue found her clit, she pulled his longish curly hair. Gurgling wordlessly, she thrashed her legs in the air as he licked and sucked the rock-hard button.
She felt the familiar sensations in her cunt which signaled an orgasm. But then he stopped licking her clit and waited for her to calm down.
"Don't stop!" she begged. "I'm almost ready to come!"
"What's the hurry, Lisa," he said. "It'll feel better if I make it last."
He sat up on his knees and began undressing. The teenage girl watched him a he pulled his tee-shirt over his bead and revealed his muscular chest.
"Why don't you play with yourself?" he said, stripping down to his shorts.
"I couldn't do that in front of you," she said.
He chuckled. "Sure you could. Go on do it. I'm not going to touch you until you do it."
She slowly and shyly-brought a hand to her cunt and lightly touched a finger to her twat. "Oh, I can't!" she giggled.
"Sure you can," he said softly. "And you know you want to. Go on. I'm not gonna touch you until you do it."
He lay on his side, his cock sticking straight out and distorting his shorts. He had the body of a football player with a flat belly and well muscled thighs.
He groped inside the fly of his shorts and brought out his cock. When Lisa saw his prick in his fist, she moaned and rubbed her hand over her juiced-up snatch.
"That's better," he snickered, toying with his bright pink cock-head. "Get your finger in there!"
She plunged a finger into her twat and raised her ass off the bed as the wild excitement invaded her snatch. She moved it in and out and felt herself climb toward an orgasm when he pushed her hand away and once again leaned over her.
"You gonna kiss my dick?" he said.
"Do you want me to?" she whispered, willing to do anything the teenage boy wanted.
"Sure I want you to," he said, stretching out on his back. "Guys love having their cocks kissed.
He rested his head on his arms and gazed at her as she hesitantly climbed to her knees between his legs. She leaned over, her long dark hair failing over one shoulder as she gazed at his rock-hard cock.
"Kiss it!" he hissed.
Leaning further down, she timidly wrapped her fingers around his fuck-pole and held it for a moment. The feel of his wildly throbbing dick on her skin made her feel faint.
"I don't know if I can," she murmured, meeting his gaze.
"Do it!" he muttered. "Do it or I won't suck your cunt again!"
The thought that he would never tongue her pussy again gave her the nerve she needed to bend down and brush her lips over his huge cock-knob. She held her breath when she tasted the drop bf juice leaking out of his piss-slit, but she didn't mind the flavor. Opening her jaws wide and closing her eyes tight, she sucked his entire cock-head into her mouth and held it there.
"Shit, Lisa, you're doing it!" he groaned. "Shit, that's good! Keep that up and I'll cream your tonsils!"