Chapter 3

The arrival of Patsy's uncle and aunt and their son was a surprise for everyone. They called the day before they arrived and Patsy had to help her mom arrange the guest room. It had been years since Patsy had seen Gene, her cousin. He was a couple of years older than she was and had dark curly hair. But it'd been so long that she couldn't even recall his features.

Uncle Travis was driving a pickup with a camper and as he pulled into the drive, Patsy saw Gene sitting next to the window on the other side. His handsomeness made her blush. She hadn't expected him to look like that! He still had his curly brown hair and was very tall and broad shouldered. His brown eyes sparkled and he had a sexy, full-lipped mouth that looked made to kiss. Patsy was surprised that she was thinking such things about any boy, much less her cousin. But since she'd had Monique over that night her thoughts of sex had turned specifically to males. She couldn't help imagine how her cousin made out with the girls he probably had in his own home town.

Her uncle's wife was half sloshed when they arrived. Travis didn't try to hide the fact that she was a boozehound. It didn't even seem to embarrass him. Louise went for the liquor cabinet right off and Patsy's mom and dad pretended to ignore her inebriated condition.

By evening the grownups decided to out to eat. Travis put his arm around Patsy and tried to get her to go too. Her uncle was very convincing and his hug seemed a little more than one given to a niece. But Patsy had studying to do. School was almost over and she had to cram for a few exams.

"You'd better go on," Patsy said, "everybody's waiting in the car for you."

Travis tightened his arm around her waist. "I'm gonna miss not being able to look at you sweetheart. I forgot that my little niece was going to grow up some day. And you sure have grown into a beauty."

"I'd love to go, but I'm going to graduate this year. I've got to finish up with good grades so I can go to college."

As Travis let his arm slip from around her waist his palm brushed one of her breasts. Surely it was an accident, Patsy thought. But when her nipple tingled from the electric contract, she wasn't completely positive. There was alcohol on her uncle's breath and that look in his eyes frightened her a little.

When Patsy went upstairs to study, she saw her cousin Gene getting a beer from the refrigerator. A baseball game had started on tv and she guessed he'd be watching that. But she hadn't been in her room more than half an hour when she heard a tap on the door.

"Hi," Gene said, leaning against the doorframe. It looked like he'd had two or three beers by now.

"Hi Gene, I'm studying right now."

"Can't you take a break?"

"I guess." She shrugged and let him come in. He sat on the bed watching her while she closed her notebook. She felt as if a spotlight had been turned on alid a thousand people staring. She knew she was blushing. "So, how's it been for you," she said.

"Very good. Especially since I got to see you again. When you were twelve I wouldn't've guessed that you'd turn out like..." Gene gestured with his free hand. Patsy blushed harder and she nervously tugged at her blonde hair.

"You're lots different too," she said, wishing she knew how to talk to boys. Everything seemed to come out wrong when she tried.

"Mind if I just rest on your bed here?" Gene asked. "This beer has got me a little sleepy."

Patsy tried to get back to her studying. Gene had put his beer down and had his eyes closed. She kept glancing over at him. The way he was built made her shaky inside. She wasn't sure why. His jeans fit him so tight. And his chest rose and fell, rose and fell, setting up some rhythm in her own mind that seemed to arouse her. It was that darned Monique that had started it all. Getting Patsy to tell the story about how she'd felt that boy's cock in the drive-in movie. And now Patsy could think of hardly anything else. Again she tried to concentrate on her history book. But the soft snoring told her that her cousin was asleep. She put down her pencil and watched him.

"Oh god," she breathed to herself, seeing the lump growing at the crotch of his jeans. Gene was getting a huge erection! He was probably dreaming. Patsy flushed with fever when she realized that he might be dreaming of her. But that was silly. Gene hadn't said or done anything to make her believe he thought of her as anyone special. Just a kid cousin he'd forgotten. After all he was close to twenty and she was only sixteen. But that throbbing thing inside his faded denims fascinated her. She was breathing hard, shaking all over. She got up from her desk and tip-toed across the rug. Luckily she was barefoot so the sneaking up wasn't hard at all. She stood there looking down at Gene. One button of his fly had come undone and she could see the white cotton of his skivvies inside. He rolled over onto his side then and two more buttons came undone.

Patsy was beside herself. She didn't know whether to leave the room, or wake him, or just try to get back to her studying. Actually she didn't want to do any of these things. She wanted to watch that fantastic thing keep growing. The cotton of his underwear was poking out the gap in his jeans now. Gene made a groaning sound in his sleep and pumped his hips a little. The little opening in his jockey shorts stretched open and for the first time Patsy saw the dusky color of cockflesh. Her cousin was about to break right out of his clothes! His cock was pushing the gap open further all the time.

Gene groaned and turned onto his back again. He was really dreaming, Patsy could tell. And this time his moving around made his prick stretch the gap in his cotton shorts so wide that she could see the swollen, streamlined shape of his glans.

"Oh wow!" she sighed, making fists. She felt a sweaty and a little weak in the knees. And between her legs a throbbing, tingling sensation was growing stronger by the second.

"Uhhhh," Gene moaned, "Patsy honey..."

Patsy just about wet her panties when she heard her own name on her cousin's lips. He was dreaming about her. And to imagine what he might be dreaming was enough to make her feel faint. She hurried back over to her desk and sat down.

She had to wake him up or do something! She couldn't just let this go on. The poor guy didn't know he was exposed but how could she tell him without embarrassing herself to tears?

Patsy went into the bathroom to think. She ran cold water and splashed her face. She made enough noise to wake someone, hoping that her cousin would find what had happened and correct it before she came back out. But after waiting a few more minutes and cracking the door slightly she saw that her efforts were in vain.

Gene's cock had extended its full length from the gap in his pants now. It looked huge and was dusky blue in color where the head flared out. She'd only seen one other one in her life and that had been in a drive-in where the light had been poor. But she could really get a look at this one. And it was magnificent! Embarrassed as she was, Patsy found her body responding eagerly to the stimulus of the exposed prick of her cousin. But he was awakening! She watched him blink and look at the pulsing organ that had sneaked out of his clothing. Then he swung his legs off the bed and headed for the bathroom!

"Oh god," she breathed to herself. "He thinks I've gone downstairs or something." Patsy backed into the bathroom and bit her bottom lip. She couldn't face Gene now. Not with his big cock jutting out of his pants. The only place to hide was the linen closet and she squeezed inside and pulled the door closed behind her. It was so cramped that she couldn't get it latched. A sliver of light came through the gap in the door so she saw her cousin come into the bathroom, glance around and then close and lock the door behind him.

He dropped his pants, skinned down his shorts. Patsy squeezed the doorknob hard, her eyes fixed on the fantastic appearance of his erect penis. Then Gene did something that made her feel faint again. He grabbed his cock and started jacking the skin up and down the shaft. He was leaning against the wall, leaning half over the sink. His hand moved rhythmically, almost brutally. She could hear the whump, whump of the jerks as his face got a dazed look on it. The head of his cock swelled huge now and flared out like a strange mushroom. Patsy had to remember to breathe.

"Ohhhh shit," Gene gasped, pumping his hips as he jacked himself. "Ohhhh Patsy, I'm fucking you, fucking you good."

Patsy almost gave a tiny cry of excitement as she watched this. To hear her name being spoken as Gene masturbated was enough for a lifetime of erotic dreams. But she couldn't make a move, couldn't make a sound. If she were discovered she just knew she'd die of shame. To be watching something so personal, so intimate...

"Honey, I've got your hot little ass in both hands now," Gene growled, his face very red by now. "I'm putting my big hot cock up inside your tight little pussy so far that you can't even swallow anymore."

Patsy's cunt was on fire! She had been trying to keep her fingers from straying but now the urge to touch herself was too strong to resist any longer. She unbuttoned her hip huggers and scooted her palm down her belly, sneaking under the elastic waistband of her panties. The first touch made her whimper softly and she reminded herself that she was not alone.

Through the crack in the door she could see how excited her cousin Gene was becoming. He was whipping his cock so hard that it was a wonder to her that he wasn't hurting himself. And it looked raw and red from the beating he was giving it. The head throbbed bigger every time he brought his fingers up against the flared ridge. Patsy found her crevice and eased a finger up along the slick, hot divide. Her clit seemed to leap out to meet the first touch. She slid her finger forward and back very slowly, letting the friction be gentle at first. Her nipples were extending now and the soles of her bare feet itched.

"Ohhh, god damn!" Gene bellowed, stretching up on his toes. Patsy watched the steady jerking motion of his hand. Her cousin trembled all over and began to work his hand much faster. He leaned further toward the sink. She knew it was about to happen. She thought of looking away, of hiding her face in the towels folded behind her on a shelf.

But she stared and kept on staring.

"Patsy! You sweet little bitch! I'm gonna fill you full of cum!" Patsy shuddered at the sound of these words. But her clit was tingling with a fever very much like the one she'd felt only yesterday. When she'd masturbated right there in the very same bathroom.

"Ohh," she gasped, "I'm gonna come too if he keeps on doing that!"

"...honey, Patsy, Ohhhhh christ!" A sudden spurt of white erupted from the tip of her cousin's prick. He wasn't beating it hard anymore. He'd slowed his jacking movements so that it seemed more as if he were milking his cock, milking the thick sap out into the wash basin.

The way it hung down in strings, the way it splatted onto the white porcelain made Patsy's overheated cunt spasm tightly. The itchy pleasure had reached maddening proportions. She was going to come. Her shoulder sagged against the door. She was trying to keep from falling or passing out. But it was sooo good to rub her clit like that. Her hips lurched as if she were actually fucking someone. Through the crack in the door she could still see Gene pumping his fingers as more white seed fountained powerfully from that dark blue glans.

"...Patsy," he groaned again, "Patsy, Patsy, Patsy!"

"Ohhhhh god," she groaned, unable to stop the hot spasms that made her body shake. Her finger pressed her clit down into its buttery hood as her hips bucked with the ravishing joy of climax. And as she squirmed, her shoulder bumped the door and sent it swinging open.

"Oh god in heaven!" she cried. Gene was staring at her in surprise. At first it seemed as if he didn't really believe that she was there. Then his face went beet red. He grabbed a towel and pressed it against his still-rigid cock and plunged out of the bathroom. She heard him thunder down the hall and waited a few more seconds before coming out of the bathroom into her own room. Then Patsy flung herself across her bed and cried.

Patsy stayed in her room for the rest of the evening. Even when her folks came back with Uncle Travis and Aunt Louise, she pretended to be asleep. She was starving to death but didn't dare risk running into her cousin Gene. Or anybody for that matter. She didn't know what to think about the whole episode. She wished that Monique was around to give advice.

It was past midnight when Patsy could stand her hunger pangs no longer. The house was quiet when she poked her head out of her door. Everybody had to be sleeping. She tiptoed down the steps in her nightgown and padded into the kitchen. The first sandwich helped and the second one did the trick. Then she poured herself a big glass of milk and took it into the living room to sit on the sofa.

The big clock on the mantel gonged one and she sipped the milk and thought of how strange a day it'd been. She still could hardly believe that she'd actually watched her cousin jack off. And remembering what he'd said while doing it made her flush again. She wished she wasn't so dumb about sex and boys and everything. She was lost in these thoughts when she heard footsteps on the stairs behind her. She turned to see her cousin Gene descending in his red pajamas. He spotted her then and froze. His eyes went to the empty milk glass in her right hand.

"I was hungry too," he said, smiling tentatively.

"You've been in your room all evening too?" she asked.

"I was too embarrassed to face anyone. Especially you." He looked down at his feet.

Because she understood and because she wanted to hide her own embarrassment, Patsy motioned for him to follow her.

"Come on out to the kitchen, I'll fix you a sandwich."

Neither of them spoke until after Gene had wolfed down his food and finished a glass of milk. Then they drifted back into the living room. Patsy sat at one end of the sofa her cousin at the other.

"Look," he began, "I want to apologize. I was a little boozed up this afternoon and I haven't been getting much action ... " He stopped and put his hand over his mouth. "Whoops, there I go again." He sighed and started once more. "What I mean to say is I guess I was hornier than I thought. And while I was half passed out on your bed I had this dream..."

"You don't have to explain," Patsy said. She wanted to leave now, get back to the safety of her room. But some other force made her stay. She was watching her cousin closely, enjoying his discomfort. She wasn't quite so self-conscious about her own shortcomings now that he was willing to admit his mistake.

"But I feel lousy about those things I said in your bathroom. I guess you saw ... " Gene swallowed hard. "...everything?" Patsy dropped her lashes and nodded slowly.

"Yes."

"Hell, you are pretty and when a guy does what I was doing he needs a pretty girl to think about." Patsy found herself excited by this admission. She started to get up and go to her room. Gene scooted closer and took her wrist. "Hey, don't run off yet."

"I'd better."

"No ... " His fingers tightened on her wrist. The touch excited her in a strange way. To be held like that. Her cousin's eyes flashed. His face was very close.

"Patsy. You're pretty. Awful pretty."

"Gene, let me go ... Gene!" His mouth brushed hers before she could turn away. Then he was kissing her ear. The wet, soft movement of his lips against her face made her cunt tighten deep inside. She was breathing fast, squirming in his embrace to free herself. And her breasts felt so odd. like the small pink nipples were suddenly sensitized to even the slightest brush, the slightest friction.

It was so hot in the room. And her cousin was so close. Then she saw it. The same dark head, the same veined shaft. Gene's cock was poking out of his pajamas front as he turned his body against hers. She gave a squeal of fright but he had both her wrists now and was pushing her down on her back on the sofa cushions.

"Ohhhh nhhhooo!" she whimpered, trying to kick at him. The slick nylon of her gown and his pajamas let her cousin force his thighs between hers. Then he was trying to work the hem of her gown up by using his knees. She tossed her head and strained against his hold.

"Patsy honey, don't fight me!"

"Ohhh, this is awful! Don't ... Uhhh ... Gene!"

"Honey, honey I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Stop kissing me! Your mouth is wet!"

"You like it now, you know you do."

And thought a part of her mind hated it worse than the plague, her cousin was partly right. Another part, a mysterious, hidden part wanted his mouth against the hollow of her neck. She sighed, closed her eyes. His body felt so heavy, so strong, so hard. And the shape of his prick against her belly was unbelievably erotic. She'd never felt anything like that before.

"Whhhhhuuuhh," she gasped, twisting around' under him. Gene was using his knees again, getting her gown up. She had on panties underneath thank God! But now she felt the soft hang of his balls against her thigh. He had the gown up so that her panty crotch was exposed. Then he was rubbing it, rubbing it with his cock.

"You've got to stop!" she cried, her eyes flashing angrily.

"What'll you do if I don't?"

"I ... I...."

Gene kissed her mouth hard, smothering her protests. His tongue was hot and soft as he probed to get past her clenched teeth. Patsy was trying hard to keep her head about her. But while he tried to kiss her, his hips were working, making his hot, hard cock slide up and down the nylon of her panties. She could almost imagine it fitting that far inside her, way up into her belly. She shivered all over.

"Oh no! Gene you can't, you mustn't do ... Uhnnnnnn!" She shivered again as she watched her cousin force her gown open in front. He was using his chin because he still had her wrists planned above her head. Then he fit his mouth around one small swell and his tongue caressed the feverish nipple. Patsy sucked in a breath and writhed as the lusty sensations burned down her flesh. She hadn't been ready for something so intense. The teasing wet rub of his licking made her breathless and dizzy. And unconsciously she'd begun to pump her ass on the sofa cushion. She didn't want to be moving like that. But it seemed to help, seemed to rub all the tiny itches that spread across her body like wildfire.

"Uhhh, we've got to stop! Ohhhh Gene, you're making me feel so strange."

"You've got the finest little body," he gasped, kissing her breast again.

"I ... have?" It was the first time she'd ever had a compliment from a boy. Patsy was slipping down through a comfortable, soft trap. She had to fight back, had to make her cousin stop doing these naughty things to her body.

"Whhhhuuuuhhh, Gene! Ohhhh, I'm all dizzy and weird inside!"

"You're wet too," he smiled, his tongue playing with the pink nub of nippleflesh that seemed to push back against the erotic caresses he was applying.

"Noo! I'm not wet!" Patsy knew what that meant. Her friends talked of it sometimes. How they got all squishy between the legs when a boy started fooling around. Patsy rocked her hips and felt her inner surfaces rub. Yes, she was mushy.

Mushy and swollen and tender down there. But what was Gene doing now?

He was holding both her wrists with one hand while he stripped the belt from his pajamas. He wound it around her wrists and tied it before she knew what was going on. Then he pulled the other end down over the end of the sofa, tying it to the leg. She was fighting him all the way by now but he was so damned strong!

"Ohhh, Ohhhhh god!"

"Shhhh, I'm not hurting you. You don't think I'd hurt you do you?"

"Uhhhh, Gene! What's going on? What are you going to..."

He leaned back on his haunches, looking down at her with obvious excitement. Patsy could imagine how she looked. Her gown was tangled up around her waist, exposing her purple bikini panties, her flat, white tummy, her trim thighs. And Gene had spread the front of the gown too, exposing her adolescent breasts. Her chest heaved as she watched him staring at her. She was filled with fear and a trembling excitement at the same time. But when Gene hooked his fingers in the lace of her panties and began to stretch the elastic down across her abdomen she almost flipped out.

"I swear to god I'll scream if you try to take them off!" she warned, her eyes burning into his.

"Okay, I'll leave them on. It doesn't matter really." Gene slid down a little, his mouth kissing her belly now. She felt his tongue explore her shallow, warm navel and the wet rubbing took its toll. She couldn't resist the lovely sensations for very long when Gene really concentrated on exciting her. There was some hungry need inside her that seemed to grow hungrier with her rising fever.

"Ohhh, what are you doing now?" She wriggled her hips but he was already kissing the narrower band of silk that curved under her body. He was kissing dangerously close to her cunt! Then his lips pushed the nylon up against her damp mound. His tongue probed, jabbed. She could feel it right through the thin material.

"Nhhhooo! Ohhhh stop, please stop!"

Gene slipped his fingers under her bottom. The gentle cupping of her ass cheeks made Patsy shiver furiously. She couldn't believe how erotic it felt to have a man's hands on her body. And Gene's mouth was making her panty crotch even wetter than it'd been before. The thin nylon was being forced up between her plump outer lips. She could feel her clit being licked through the skimpy band.

"Whhhhuuuhhh!" Her cousin was trying to eat her pussy! It was something so taboo, so embarrassing to think about that Patsy had often wondered if it really ever happened. Did men actually put their mouths against a woman's messy, drippy hole? She squirmed her hips but every movement only rubbed her nylon-covered mound against her cousin's mouth all the harder.

Gene eased a finger up close to where he was kissing and Patsy felt him stretching the lace-edged nylon to one side. She bucked furiously, trying to get her feet up to kick him. Her wrists burned where she was jerking at the pajama cord that bound her to the leg of the sofa. And the tension of being helpless like that seemed only to increase the tantalizing excitement.

"Christ ... you smell like heaven."

"Ohhh don't do this! Gene! Listen to me!"

"Baby, I didn't think I'd ever be able to eat you like this!" He stretched her panty crotch further and Patsy felt the nylon come unglued from her dripping pink membranes. Her pussy was swollen and stretched open. She knew that all those secret folds and lumps were exposed now. She knew that her very own cousin was looking into her glistening crevice. But her embarrassment was overshadowed by the bewitching heat of the moment. She pumped her boyish ass slowly, feeling more hot juice flood out. Gene made a low sound in his throat and wallowed his mouth against the slippery wound he'd uncovered.

"Whhhhaaaaah," she breathed, all the fight gone out of her as his tongue raked along the tender places. His chin pushed hard against her hymen. His lips petted her clit. There was a wet sexy sound as he kissed and nuzzled her. Patsy's back arched sharply and she threw her head back. The upper part of her body formed a bridge and her small feet were pointed, only the toes touching the far arm of the sofa. Between her bent knees, Gene's strong shoulders flexed. He licked the inner flesh of her thighs and then petted her sparse blonde pubic curls apart with his tongue so he could dive into her crack again.

"Ghhhaaaaa!" she whined, lost now, unable to stop him. Even if she'd wanted to. She knew he was working her panties off but let him. The elastic sliding down over her pert ass made her tremble with desire. He left them dangling around one ankle and pushed her knees wide. She watched him dreamily as he lowered his head once again. Then that hot, wet contact, the subtle caress of his tongue against her clit!

"Gene! Ohhhh, Gene!"

"Oh god Patsy," he murmured back, burrowing deeper. She could feel his ears rubbing her thighs. And his chin kept pushing against her cherry. But his tongue was doing the wildest things. It lapped and circled and dove at that tender nub that had extended from her hood. She began to pump back energetically against his kisses and licks. She found that by plunging her mound up and down she could increase the friction. When she wanted to decrease it she arched her back and tucked her bottom back away from him.

But Gene knew how to get her back again. He let his fingers stray into her ass crack. The tickle of his touch against her rectum was too strange and unfamiliar to submit to. She'd have to tilt her pelvis up and that would once again expose her steamy cunt mound to him.

"Huuhhnn, huhhnnnn, huhhhnnn!" she grunted, feeling the rhythm her cousin was creating. It occurred to her that if someone came downstairs she would die of embarrassment. But with the lovely tingles shooting through her body, that didn't seem so important. If it happened, it happened. Meanwhile her cousin Gene was flying her through paradise. She couldn't make him land, not yet, not until....

"Nhhhheheeeee," she whinnied, squirming her body around like a snake as the sensations that made her clit throb become even more intense. She felt the familiar tickle of approaching orgasm. She remembered how her fingers had done it a few mornings ago. She remembered that once she started it was impossible to stop. But Gene stopped and looked up at her, his mouth glistening with cum juice.

"Ohhh, do it, kiss me some more! Gene, Gene ... ! "

Gene let his loose pajamas fall from his hips. They puddled around his knees as he knelt there between her spread legs. Patsy was staring at his cock. It looked enormous, his balls hanging very low in their sac. She could see the egg shape of each of them and the way they nestled together.

Her eyes returned to the head of her cousin's prick. It throbbed, dark with blood. Something like that would never fit inside her. And she knew that Gene was going to try anyway. But despite the fear, the guilt, the wrongness she felt, her cunt needed more touching. Gene had stopped when she'd been about ready to come!

"Want me to rub it with this?" he asked, grasping his cockshaft.

"Just touch me! Ohhhh, I'm gonna die if you don't!"

Gene lowered his body and immediately she felt that smooth, rounded shape force her inner cunt lips apart. He dug up and down her crevice with the firm glans tip, passing over her clit with agonizing slowness. She lurched around, trying to rub herself into orgasm. She knew that her soft folds were caressing her cousin's cock, swathing it with her slickness. What was happening to her? She felt so strange. As if she were floating away to another world.

"It'd be so nice," Gene whispered against her ear. The rub of her bare tits against his chest felt fantastic. The brush of his lips as he breathed passionately against her cheek made her weak with desire.

"NO! Ohhh Gene, you can't do it! Don't fuck me!"

Gene reached up to the end table and flicked off the lamp. The darkness seemed to make everything sexier and more forbidden at the same time. Patsy whined with confusion and helplessness, tugging to get her wrists free again. She could feel her cousin guiding his cocktip down to that vulnerable spot.

"You can't do this! Not right here on the sofa! Ohhhh god Gene have you lost your mind? Uhhnnnnnn!" Gene had pushed his cock forward against the stretched membrane. She felt something stinging down there. But the pressure felt good at the same time. Her hips worked though she swore she had to keep them still.

"You're pretty grown up," her cousin whispered, "I know you can take what I've got."

"Whhhhaaah," she whimpered, lost in the confusion of wanting and resisting.

"Just let me slide it in. You'll dig it Patsy, you really will."

"Ohhh god! Ohhhh shit!" She bit at his chin from the passion that raged inside her.

"Let me go in, please!"

"Ohhhh it hurts!"

"Relax. Make your muscles relax!"

"Uhhhhh Gene I'm afraid! Ohhhh christ in heaven it feels so gooood."

"Kiss me Patsy! Jesus god!"

"Whhuuuhh, Ohhh it hurts!"

"Sweet Patsy ... Uhhhhh!"

"Ghhhaaaaa!"

Patsy felt the jab of pain. Something was splitting, tearing, being destroyed. A hot trickle of blood coursed down the crack of her ass. Gene lunged suddenly and she felt the tight ring of muscles around her cunt hole open out around his smooth cockhead. The crown went in far enough so that the barbed part caught inside her. She felt another aching sting and then a rush of excitement as her pussy closed down around the invading prick. She could actually feel it inside her! Her cunt was actually feeling the bulging shape of her cousin's cock. She could feel the glans, feel it throbbing, stretching her.

"Ohhhh Patsy you feel so soft and smooth inside. And you're tight, christ almighty, you're tight."

"Uhhhhh Gene it's wrong. I feel awful for letting you..."

"Sshhh," Gene hissed suddenly. "Somebody's coming downstairs."

They froze there in the darkness. Yes, Patsy heard the footsteps too. They were too heavy to be her mother. Maybe it was Gene's father. She prayed that they hadn't been discovered.

"It's your dad," Gene said at last. "He just went into the kitchen. He's opening the refrigerator."

Patsy had been trying to keep still but found it too tempting to keep her hips working. She bit blood from her lip but still couldn't stop from pumping her trim ass on the sofa cushion. The pain was only a tiny sting now. But the pleasure was like an exploding flower of new and wonderful sensations. She breathed hard against her cousin's neck as she felt him untying her wrists.

"Damn it Patsy, keep still. If they find out..."

"I just can't honey! Ohhh, Gene you don't know what it feels like!" She pumped her mound up and down, feeling his stiff shaft slide another inch into her bleeding wound.

"Baby, you're getting me going again. Ohhh jesus, this is unbelievable. Fucking on your old man's sofa while he's in robbing the fridge."

"Hold me," Patsy gasped, digging her fingers into Gene's back. It felt good to be able to hug him now. She worked her hips faster, feeling his hot belly against hers, feeling his chest mashing her small tits down. The juice continued to spill from between her cunt lips. She felt all stretched out around that tumid, slickened cock. She pushed her hands down between their bodies to feel the spot where she'd been penetrated.

"Sshhhhh, he might be coming back through here any second."

"Gene darling ... Ohhhh ... Uhhnnnnn!" Though her cousin was holding himself still, Patsy couldn't find the willpower to match him. So she kept her hips working, fucking herself on the throbbing stiff rod that grew from his body. She scooted forward, skewering herself, then wiggled away, enjoying the sensation that her dainty insides were being pulled out with that blood-swollen barb. Gene caught her face between his hands.

"Christ, can't you keep still? You don't want to be caught, do you?"

"I can't keep still!" she whispered helplessly.

"God damn, he's coming back through. Try and be still. The sofa's turned away from him but if he came over and flicked on the light we'd be sunk."

"Hold me Gene! Ohhh darling, hold me!" She tried with all her might to keep her body from moving. But that hot, stiff shape that had rammed up into her pussy was too fantastic a thing to keep from rubbing against. Gene was only halfway into her cunt and she wanted more. Even as she heard the heart-stopping sound of her father's footsteps crossing the room to the stairs, she continued to rock her hips ever so gently, squirming down further on her cousin's cock. She was about to come! The tingles of itchy pleasure seemed to race over her skin. Her mound was a pulsing mess of blood and juice and the muscles inside were spasming, tightening down on Gene's prick.

"Honey," she gasped excitedly, "Kiss me again!"

"Wait till he gets to his room for christ sake."

"Ohh fuck him! Kiss me now!"

Gene kissed her to shut her up and she hugged him hard, her trim bottom plunging wildly now as the exquisite fever stormed up her body. She could feel the pleasure mount quickly, steadily. Each beat of her heart brought her a little closer to that moment she longed for. And then her back went rigid, arched sharply.

"Don't scream for jesus sake!"

"I ... I ... yyaaaahhhhhh!" she groaned, Gene's lips trapping her mouth again in an effort to keep her quiet.

"Honey baby," Gene gasped, his own cock swelling suddenly inside her. She could feel his surges matching hers. He began to pump his hips around, jabbing himself deeper. She came gloriously and then felt a second ecstasy rushing down upon her. They were fighting now, biting, hurting each other as they bucked like animals on the narrow sofa.

Patsy lost all her inhibitions. Her fingers smoothed down over Gene's ass and dug deep into the muscles flesh. Her mouth was open, tongue begging him to kiss her deeper. And her young ass pranced and squirmed on the sofa, getting all that she could from the hard ramming sensations of the fuck.

"Uhhh good! Ohhhhhh, Gene it's soooo good."

"Baby, baby, you're gonna make me come if you don't stop squeezing your cunt like that."

"I'm not squeezing it ... I don't think I am."

"Uhhhh! Ohhhhh fuck!"

The shock of Gene pulling his cock out of her pussy made Patsy give a muffled cry. It had felt so fantastic, so right. And now she felt empty and torn down there. She gasped again as her cousin pushed the bloody, slickened thing up against her belly and started pumping it there against her white, soft flesh.

"What's happened? What's wrong?"

"Just kiss me damn it!"

He hugged her hard, fucking like a maniac even though his cock wasn't inside her anymore. Then Patsy felt his body stiffen and he held his breath and a spatter of something hot spread across her tummy. Her navel filled with the potent cream, overflowed. Her breasts were flecked with it too as Gene lifted himself up on his hands to make the friction lighter.

"Ohhhhh, wow!" Patsy sighed, realizing that Gene had pulled out of her body just in time. She felt dumb now. He'd had the good sense not to knock her up and she hadn't even realized what was going on.

"Patsy, uhhhhhhhh!" Another flood of hot cum pumped out onto her heaving belly. It was making slick, sucking noises between their bodies as they squirmed around in the final few moments of ecstasy. Then they lay there together in the dark panting hard. Now that it was over reality was seeping back into Patsy's consciousness. She realized with horror that she had been really fucked. She was no longer a virgin. And she'd escaped being impregnated by mere seconds. What had caused her to act in such a foolhardy manner? She'd lost her willpower completely. And what would her cousin think of her now? Her own cousin had spread her legs and humped her like a bitch in heat. She'd committed incest, a word so loaded with taboos that she could hardly stand to think of it.

"Ohhh, get up Gene. For god's sake get up."

"Patsy, is something wrong."

"Well if you don't know what it is....."

"Hey, no need to get all freaked out."

"Oh, you screw your cousin every day of the week, is that it? It's nothing to you."

"I didn't say it was nothing."

"Let me up!"

Gene rolled off of her and she sat up. White cum cream spilled down her sides. Some of it was already making dark spots on the sofa cushion.

"Oh god, if my mama or dad finds out...." Patsy started scrubbing at the slick sap with the edge of her gown. Gene watched her with concealed amusement.

"It'll dry quick. Nobody'll even know. It just gets a little stiff that's all."

"Well, help me mop it up, can't you?" Then she saw the blood stain between her thighs. That would never come out. And someone would be sure to discover it. Gene soothed her.

"Let's just turn over the cushion. They're the same on both sides."

"But my mom'll turn it over someday when she's cleaning and..."

"You should be thankful your old man didn't catch us. I'll bet he'd really be pissed if he caught me..."

"Oh, I wish I hadn't let you. I don't know what I was thinking."

"It felt good, didn't it?" Gene whispered, petting her back. Patsy trembled. She wanted to be hugged by her cousin and didn't at the same time. She wanted to be talked to in a romantic way by the boy who'd just broken her cherry. But the fact that he was her cousin made things sour somehow. She was terribly confused. And the empty feeling of having that hot, hard cock taken away so suddenly had made her a little nauseous. She rubbed her belly and closed her eyes. Gene kissed her hair.

"I've got to go upstairs," she said, getting up. A trickle of blood started down her thigh. She hurried to the stairs and took them two at a time. Gene started after her but stopped. Patsy was about to cry but she made it to her room and closed the door before the sobs racked her body. "I wish I wasn't so dumb," she whimpered, falling across her bed. But at least the bleeding had stopped. She cried until she felt drowsy. At last she was slipping off into a healing sleep and her body relaxed.