Chapter 3
The next night, the entire Wood family decided to drive into town to see a movie. Everyone except Kay.
"Sure you won't change your mind and come with us, dear? I hate to leave you here all alone," Amy said to her daughter.
"No, thanks, Mom. Don't worry. I'll be fine. I'm just not in the mood for a movie," Kay smiled at her mother.
"What will you do here all alone?" biff asked his niece, looking at her large tits and narrow hips.
"Oh, I don't know," Kay shrugged. "But I think I'll take a walk down along the lake."
"Well, okay, honey, but don't stay out after dark. After all, you'll be all alone here and no telling what could happen . . ." Amy's voice trailed off and she looked to Biff for support.
"Your mother's right, honey," Biff said, moving closer to his niece and resting his hand hotly on her shoulder. "A good-looking chick like you is just asking for trouble if you wander around by your self after dark."
"Yeah, she sure is," Frank muttered.
Surprised, Kay whirled around and caught a look in her cousin's face that scared her. Not that she wasn't always a little afraid of her teenaged cousin who seemed so strange sometimes, almost cruel. But now, the menacing look he shot her filled her with a terror she didn't fully understand.
Kay tried not to look at Frank as everyone began to leave. But he hung back, making sure that he was the last to leave. And, just before he went out the door, when no one else could see him, he reached out and pinched Kay's tits very hard with both hands, squeezing her nipples so hard that she gasped in pain and shock.
He grinned evilly. "Remember what your uncle said, little pussy? You go wandering around by yourself after dark and, with a body like yours, you're just asking for it! Anything could happen!" He laughed cruelly and left the house.
Kay's mouth was still hanging open. She had never had anyone treat her like that, and she could hardly believe it had just happened. As weird as she knew her cousin was, he had never dared to manhandle her like that, and she was shocked, wondering what to expect from him next. She rubbed her aching tits, and she shivered violently, unable to admit to herself that she was shivering from excitement as much as from pain and fear.
She had to get away from the forbidden thoughts that were forcing themselves into her mind! She would go for that walk and collect herself. She was sure that would make her feel better.
She ran out the door, leaving it unlocked behind her. She felt better almost as soon as she began to walk along the shore, feeling soothed by the sound of the lapping water. She walked far down the beach, not noticing that it was beginning to grow dark.
She felt so confused. Lately, she had been thinking about fucking all the time, even though she was still a virgin. She always seemed to feel so horny! For years she had been finger-fucking herself, and that had always relieved her desires. That had always been enough. But lately, finger-fucking wasn't enough. She knew that she needed a good fuck. She was ready for cock. But what really bothered the young girl was that she knew it couldn't be just anybody. As hard as it was to admit it to herself, she knew deep down that she needed to be fucked by either her uncle or his weird son, Frank. She remembered the feel of her cousin's hot hands pinching her nipples, making her squirm in agony, and she felt hornier than ever.
Her pussy oozed out more and more cunt juice as she wondered what it would be like to have her cousin's huge cock fucking into her virgin cunt. Or her uncle's cock. The way he looked at her! The way they both looked at her! She knew that they both wanted to fuck her, and she figured it was only a matter of time before it would finally happen. But, as much as the young, sexy blonde wanted that to happen, she couldn't help but feel somehow that it was wrong. She didn't think it would be wrong to fuck someone—but her own cousin or uncle? She wished she could figure out some way to get them to fuck her without her having to feel guilty about it. She shrugged, unable to think of a solution to her problem.
Finally, Kay realized that it was already very dark. Remembering her uncle's and cousin's words about what could happen to her if she wandered around in the dark, she turned around, walking back toward the house.
As she finally saw the large outline of the house against the moonlit sky, she shivered, realizing that she had forgotten to leave a light on for her return. She tried to laugh off her fears. I'm just spooked because of Frank's weird behavior, she thought. There's really nothing to be afraid of. There's no one around.
With a slight shiver of fear, she started to rush toward the house. She suddenly felt all alone, as though there was no one else in the world, and her cousin's and uncle's words continued to hammer away at her brain, making her feel more and more frightened.
She rushed toward the safety and comfort of the big old house that stood waiting just a short distance away now. Thank God, I'm almost there, she thought. I shouldn't have walked so far. She hurried, wishing there was more light. The moon helped but it wasn't enough light.
Suddenly, there was a sound in the darkness. Kay stopped, rooted to the spot, trembling in terror as she listened.
It must be an owl or something. Get hold of yourself, Kay! she told herself sternly. Hadn't her mother always told her that there was nothing in the darkness that wasn't there when it was light? She laughed, but even to her own ears, it sounded brittle and unreal, and she could hear the fear she was feeling. She stood still, unable to move, listening for further sounds, hoping they wouldn't come.
Nothing. With a heavy sigh of relief, she moved forward again. What in the world is wrong with me? she asked herself. Am I so afraid of my own cousin that my imagination is getting the better of me? I've gotta shake this awful feeling off!
She quickened her pace and finally reached the front door of the house. She fumbled awkwardly with the doorknob and finally turned it, stumbling into the living room.
She slammed the door behind her and leaned against it, her ears still straining in the darkness. She realized that the only sound she could hear was the loud pounding of her own heart.
The totally dark house frightened the young girl, and she knew she had to turn some lights on, and maybe she would build a cheerful fire in the fireplace in the den. Even though it was summer time, the idea of a fire cheered her. She took a step forward, and then heard an unfamiliar noise.
In a choking voice, she cried out: "Who's there? Who is it?"
Suddenly, just as she passed the foot of the huge winding staircase, a strong hand reached out and swiftly clamped around her upper arm like a steel claw.
"Oh, my God! Who is it?"
Then, just as suddenly, a second hand snaked out of the blackness and clamped over her mouth as she was jerked backwards, her heart thumping wildly. She struggled frantically to escape, her confused mind numb with fear. She didn't have the slightest chance. Her unknown attacker was too powerful, and he forced her down onto the soft carpet with the weight of his hard, muscular body.
"I'm going to fuck you," a deep, husky voice said. "I'm going to finally fuck you."
The voice was cold but familiar to her ears.
"I'm going to let go of your mouth now—but one little sound from you, and you'll be really sorry!"
Kay lay back, frozen to the floor, too terrified to move as he knelt above her, hovering over her like a phantom. Fear knotted in her stomach and made her sick.
"Get that blouse off, now!" his husky voice bellowed down at her, filling her with even more terror. "Hurry!"
He pushed his hard, rough thumb into the delicate hollow of Kay's throat, and she rose to her elbows, hastening to do what he said, fighting her desire to scream out against the terrifying thing she knew he intended to do to her.
She quickly slipped her blouse off and he roughly tore it from her hands, cursing as he threw it to the side. "Now, lift up that skirt and get your panties down!" he ordered.
"Please! No! Oh, God, don't do it to me!" she pleaded. "I've never done this before! I'm a virgin! Please let me go!"
"Shut up and let me see that hot little cunt of yours!"
She sucked in her breath sharply as he suddenly pressed his thick thumb even harder into the soft hollows at the base of her creamy white neck.
Oh, my God, she thought in a frenzy of fear and desperation. He's really going to do it to me. He's going to fuck me! And I don't even know who he is! Her hand dropped in helpless surrender to the hem of her skirt, and, trembling with fear, she began pulling her skirt slowly up over the rounded fullness of her thighs, her whole body shivering with dread at what she knew was coming once she was naked before the disgusting rapist. She could practically smell his lust thick in the air between them, and she knew there was no way she could escape from this horrible fate.
"Faster," he ordered. He pressed his thumb again into her throat as she hesitantly hooked her thumbs under the thin elastic waistband of her panties.
Kay moaned softly in fear and horror and lifted her asscheeks slightly from the carpet, sliding the sheer, flimsy panties down over her upper thighs, past the moist triangle of her pussy. A cool wave of air rushed between her legs, and her suddenly exposed cunt seemed to contract suddenly from the cold air.
"Move! Get those panties the fuckin' hell off!" the stranger muttered impatiently and, reaching down between her knees, he wrenched them down her smooth legs, ripping the thin nylon as he pulled them brutally over her shoes.
"Now, lift that skirt and spread your legs wide open so I can fuck you!" he said in an eager whisper, the rising excitement apparent in his voice.
The pressure of the unknown man's thumb on her throat quickened her movements and her hands slid again to the hem of her skirt and she pulled it slowly up over the lush fullness of her quivering thighs. Then, wishing with all her heart that he would somehow have mercy on her and let her go, she exposed the soft silken mound of her triangle of blonde pussy hairs to his leering gaze.
The rapist could see Kay faintly through the moonlight that filtered through the window behind, but to her he appeared only as a dark hulk, frightening her all the more. She wished she could see the face of the man who was about to take her virginity from her so brutally.
What kind of man can he be? she wondered. How could he subject a defenseless young girl, a virgin at that, to his wild fuck-lust, not even caring about what a rape could do to her? Didn't he realize how important a girl's virginity was to her? How she wanted to be the one to choose who to give her cherry to?
Then, as if reading her thoughts, the man suddenly reached down with his rough hands, and twisted her body slightly on the floor. The faint light fell from above against the side of his face now, so she could make out its outline. She stared at him, lying back and turning her eyes up for a long, motionless moment, forgetting for an instant that her open, naked thighs beneath his kneeling body lay widely splayed, inviting his lewd touch.
And, in that brief moment, she saw all she wanted to see, and she was horrified ... it was her cousin, Frank, who hovered above her!
"Frank!" she shouted in shock, and she felt a nameless kind of excitement stirring deep within her pussy.
She began to sob violently, filled with revulsion and horror. Even though she had been dreaming about being fucked by Frank, she had never thought of it being a rape. She had thought of it as being gentle and slow and easy and loving. But a rape! And, somehow, looking at her cousin's face, contorted with lust and fierce determination, she knew for sure that this fuck would be a brutal one, and that he probably needed it to be that way to really enjoy it. But she knew there would be only pain and complete humiliation for her. She hated him suddenly for what he was about to do to her, but she knew that there was no way on earth she could possibly stop him. He was far too strong for her, and the twisted, leering look on his face told her that nothing would prevent him from filling her virgin pussy with his thick, hot cum!
Frank laughed cruelly and pushed his face down closer to hers. "I've been waiting for a long, long time for this fuck, baby. Ever since those big, beautiful tits of yours started to sprout! I've jerked myself off many nights just thinking about your hot little cherry pussy, and now I'm finally going to get the chance to fuck the living daylights out of you! But, first, we'll have a little fun. I've got a couple of other things in mind for you—and then you'll get fucked, just like you've been begging to do all this time!"
Kay sobbed hard, twisting her head violently away from him, finally trying to escape. "No! No, Frank! I haven't been begging for it! I haven't!"
"Oh, no?" he sneered. "You sashay around me with those gigantic tits and that pretty little ass. You strut around without any bra on, letting everyone see your big, pointed nips. You brush against me all the time, making my cock hard. And now you tell me you haven't been asking for for it? You lousy cunt!" He reached down and slapped her viciously, sending her head swinging from side to side.
"Oh, God, noooo!" she moaned loudly in fear and horror.
Her tears ran freely down her beautiful, young face, and Frank grinned evilly at the sight. He loved the feeling of power her helplessness gave him, and he knew that this would be the best fuck of his life!
Kay gave a shocked cry as his hand delved suddenly between her naked thighs, his fingers searching lewdly into the silken blonde pussy hairs that lined the soft, pink lips of her cunt. She fought frantically to twist away from her tormentor, but he pressed his thumb more forcefully into her throat.
"Please, God, nooooo! Please stop, Frank!" she whispered brokenly, only to gasp again as his long, middle finger fucked boldly into the tight, unstretched mouth of her defenselessly spread virgin pussy.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrggghhhhhh!" she cried out in sudden fear.
He sat back from her then, still holding her throat in his grasp, fumbling with the zipper of his jeans, almost ripping it loose in his lustful excitement.
Her eyes were clenched tightly shut as her mind fought to block the rasping sound of his zipper, and they stayed closed for fear of what she might see if she looked. She groaned again as he suddenly slipped his finger from her trembling cunt slit. Tears streaked her lovely, young face as Frank straddled her chest.
She felt his rough, brutal hands on her huge tits, cruelly pinching her nipples, making her groan with pain and fear. Just as he had before, he rolled her hard nipples between his fingers, pinching her tits harder and harder until her nipples stood up, painfully throbbing.
Frank suddenly thrust his huge, hard cock into the smooth, soft alley formed by her huge, milk-white tits, so that her trembling tit-flesh seemed to rise all around his prick, as though it were a huge cunt, all warm and quivering.
"Oh, baby, baby! You hot little cunt!"
She stared up at him as his bare cock touched the warmth and nakedness of her tits. She couldn't move, feeling as though she were being mauled by a huge, savage beast, and any struggle on her part would only make the attack all the more brutal.
Frank crushed her full, trembling tits with his hands, pushing them in all directions, kneading her tits so that they flowed and spread solidly through his rough hands and between his hard, probing fingers. It felt to the young virgin as if he were trying to rip her tits right off her chest. Each time her tits escaped his feverishly kneading fingers, he savagely tightened his grip again, making the young blonde cry out in pain and humiliation.
Kay felt her cousin push the soft, quivering tit-mounds together across her chest so that they formed a smooth-skinned tunnel around his thickly throbbing cock. He pressed her tits tightly until they squeezed hungrily against the sides of his obscenely oozing cock.
Then, with rhythmic gasps of long-held lust, he began to sway back and forth over her, fucking his huge cock with brutal vengeance through the warm, soft channel formed by her heaving tits. With each fuck-thrust, the swollen, purplish head of his gigantic cock poked out at her, only inches from her terror-stricken face.
She still couldn't see all that clearly, but she could see and feel enough to know for sure that her cousin's cock was huge. The thought of his cock fucking up her cherry cunt filled her with terror. She suddenly wondered if she would even be able to survive this ordeal.
Kay writhed and twisted her body beneath him as he fucked steadily against her pain-filled tits for long moments, and she could feel his cock swelling and expanding even more between her tits, like a pulsating beast with a life of its own.
Kay was aching badly now, and her nipples throbbed with pain as he fucked her tits with greater speed, clenching his teeth tightly together as his driving rod of cock-flesh made a red groove against her yielding tit-flesh, almost taking the skin right off between the two, huge, quivering tit-mounds.
Kay could feel her cousin's cold, cruel eyes fixed hard on hers and she shivered uncontrollably. Yet, even in the midst of her ordeal, Kay recognized a growing excitement deep in her loins, and she couldn't help but think how strong and manly her cousin was. He was so handsome, too, and she had always thought of both him and his father as being terribly sexy.
Oh, God, she thought, what's wrong with me? Here I am, about to be raped by my cousin, who's going to rip my cherry right out of my virgin pussy, and I'm thinking about how handsome and sexy he is! She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.
She felt his tit-fucking cock growing even hotter and harder as it strained against her tits. Then she gasped in shock and terror as she saw his eyes fixed suddenly on her full, parted lips.
She clenched her lips tightly together, guessing what was on his mind. Oh, God, she thought, he wants me to suck his cock! I can't! I could never do that! she thought.