Chapter 2
An hour later in her room, Linda began to think. She sat on the edge of her bed and bit her nails.
Lola knocked on the door and informed Linda that lunch was not a very common thing at the villa. When one got hungry, he or she might take the lunch where ever he or she desired. She told Linda that uncle Arthur usually ate lunch in the library where he worked on his novel until midnight.
"Arthur is a real recluse. He hates to see people during the day." Lola confided to Linda. "He takes a morning swim very early and then he closes himself off from the rest of the word in his sanctuary.
"If he wants something," she added with a bewitching smile ... "he just rings. I'll bring you your lunch right here in your room, if you wish?"
Linda nodded that it would be very nice of her to take such pains. Lola assured her that it would make her happy to be of service to such a pretty newcomer to the 'establishment'. She was out of the room in a jiffy.
The adolescent once more alone tried to gather the remnants of thought regarding the hallucinating morning.
What troubled her the most was what Bert had said, apropos, to see who would get her first, he or his uncle. He was perhaps only kidding.
Linda hadn't seen her uncle yet, but Lola told her he kept to himself during the waytime. She was sure her uncle Who hadn't seen her for years would cut a more interesting figure than the whelping conceited pup, Bert. But then again, uncle Arthur had Lola. At least that's what Alice said ... And yet Lola didn't care about these strange amorous deviations.
Linda was lost, utterly lost in her thoughts which seemed to get more entangled as she strained her pretty head when someone knocked on the door.
"Come in." She said cheerily thinking it would be Lola. The young girl wore only a pajama top and had nothing to fear since the intimate barriers with Lola had broken down.
The door opened and Bert cubered. Linda jumped off her bed and instinctly grabbed her pajama top and clutched it to her chest and stomach to conceal her demi-nudity.
"Well here you are miss ... cold cuts, salad, fruit, milk, bread and butter and banana cream pie.
Doesn't that look good?"
"I thought Lola was going to bring me my lunch."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Lola is busy for the moment. Uncle Arthur wanted to see her. I thought, well, maybe we could lunch together. That way, we could get to know each other better."
Linda was suspicious of her cousin. Something ironic and insinuating sparkled in his young face.
"You mean we should eat here?" Linda questioned Bert
"Why not?" Bert affirmed the decision by shutting the door behind him.
He put the tray on the floor and sat besides Linda. The young girl didnt move. She knew too well what might follow. No, dear sweet cousin Bert didn't come up to just have lunch with her. She had no time to really reflect if the idea pleased her not. She was quivering with emotion and that was on thing she was aware of, just that and no more.
"You know it's ashame that we haven't gotten together before. Our family is really just about as scattered as leaves in the wind." Bert tried to make conversation.
Even with his cynical attitude and his budding knowledge of certain amorous pursuits, precociously developed, Bert had little imagination when it came to seducing a girl. He was too classic in his approach. This is what Linda felt as she waited for the attack.
Linda was amused in a way. An idea flashed through her head. There was no sense in sitting there numb and blustered by this whole nonsense. She might as well play a part and really have fun. After all, she knew what the score was. She got up from the bed and paraded toward the window. Her pajama top just barely covered her dainfy buttocks. Linda made sure that she wiggled 'a la B.B.'
"Sometimes it isn't wise to meet so early. Young people are rarely interesting." Linda teased as she pulled the curtain to one side.
"You mean you prefer older men. Well, it's my opinion...."
She didn't give him a chance to finish.
"I only mean what I said." Linda retorted haughtily as she leaned her head close to the window pan as though interested in something not too far away. "What do you say we have some lunch. I'm starved."
"Starved for what?" Bert said sardonically.
Linda turned around and was startled to see Bert lounging on her bed. The horrid fellow had taken off his bathing trunks and his cock was protruding in the air. His eyes never left the lower part of Linda's fine torso.
"I couldn't help it. It's your rear that did it, honestly." The boy confessed.
"Well you've got your nerve." She looked at him, half-angrily and half-amusedly. Linda noticed the adze of his penis that stuck rigidly up between his legs.
"You're not going to tell me that this is the first time you're ever seen a man nude?" He was cocky and extremely sure of himself. "Come here and have a closer look. No one is going to bite you."
She didn't feel like being intimidated by a mere boy who was two years younger than she She strode over to the bed trying to lend grown-up years to her young age.
Bert grabbed her by the hand and drew her to the bed.
"Take a good look at it. Not bad. Don't you like it?"
She did, but she wasn't going to say so. The whole procedure was wicked and entirely out of order.
"You think you're smart, don't you? Well, you're not a man even if you think you are. And with that thing, that small pencil you're so proud of...."
Suddenly he gripped her by the waist and she found her head two inches away from his glaring gland.
"That's the way I like to see you. Fresh and cocky like me. I can't take little girls that cry and give in."
She began to kick and fuss. She tried to struggle loose, but the boy held a firm grip. Bert was strong for his age. He lifted weights and swam all summer, thus his strength was much greater than hers.
"You are a real brat." She pounded on his chest and scratched his thighs. They wrestled on the bed like two youngkittens. Linda had no idea that her pajama fell open and her body was exposed to her youthful assailant.
He exhausted her to the point where she was feeling the struggle dissipate in her limbs. A new sensation crept through her. A new sensual feeling took possession of the young girl and slowly she submitted to the know-how and ardent desire of the youth.
There was no use shaming. She let herself go and abandoned herself to the zealous young Bert.
He hastened to put his lips to her multiple splendors. He kissed her pussy, her armpits, and her straight-forward breasts. Suddenly she threw her arms around her cousin half in submission and half in desire. She looked at him curiously as his mouth moved toward hers.
"Oh, Bert. What am I supposed to do?"
"Dont be a shrew. Kiss me, first of all."
They arched over the bed quilt in a long embrace. Their tongues entwined like two scraping serpents while four hands moved quickly, impetuously over the locked bodies.
Linda felt the hardened cock of her cousin and a burst of feverish enthusiasm went to her head. Bert moved away from her and she thought perhaps she had insulted him somehow in her ecstatic state of mind and body.
"And now, you're going to kiss it. Aren't you?" He wasn't asking. He was commanding.
"Yes. I want to kiss it. And I want to have it in my mouth. It's so handsome...."
The young girl lowered her head toward the objet of her admiration and took the member between her lips. She sipped on the head of Bert's fearful upstartish penis. An unescapable odor went to her head and she was drunk with delight for many minutes after.
"With your tongue." Bert breathed heavily.
Linda began to lick his sex gently. 'It tastes like salt' she thought, and then she placed a good part of it in her mouth. Bert moaned and put one of his hands on her head. Linda was sucking him with vigor and her tongue was active and heightened his pleasure.
Instinctively the young girl pivoted in such a way as to place her thighs near her cousin's head. She awaited Bert's initiative. It wasn't long before the lad had stabbed his tongue in Linda's quivering vagina. His tonguing was more diverse and stronger than Lola's. The combination of his sexual response and her appetite worked wonders and the two slobbered with violent caresses.
Linda thought she was going to go mad with excitation. She nibbled at Bert's testicles which hung down like two ripe fruit. She felt a certain charge shoot through the boy's body. He jumped violently and stiffened a bit.
"Stop, stop or I'll come," he cried.
Linda remained disconcerted with her mouth opened and not daring to recommence her voluptuous act. She was embarrassed and annoyed by this brusk interruption. But already Bert was leaning down and caressing her hair.
"I want this to be on you. Or more precisely inside you. Now we're going to make love together. Haven't you ever done it before?"
"N ... fr ... No, never," stammered Linda.
But Bert wasn't listening. With one hand he spread her legs apart and slipped inside her. He didn't go far when Linda's eyes bulged widely. Bert pressed forward brutally. He had every intention of ripping home.
The young girl cried shrilly. She felt as though she were being knifed in two. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Don't cry," murmured Bert ... now you're no longer a virgin. Look, see. You're a grown-up now."
Linda felt a trickle run down her thighs. She feebly looked down at her shapely leg and saw a streak of blood flow irregularly along her soft skin.
"It hurts. Oh, what pain I feel." She was in tears out of suffering, out of shame and out of the sight of blood.
The boy withdrew his penis almost completely. But it was only to dig it in farther. Linda let out a suffocating cry, but strangely enough the pain had dissolved and a sudden pleasure was enthralling her very being. A soft wave of sweet delight spread through her entrails and warmed her sex. Bert, meanwhile moved like a piston well-greased by the mixture of liquids that were pouring out of the transformed ex-virgin.
With each movement, Linda sighed her acquiesence to the handsome Bert. Welcoming every stroke, Linda felt her pleasure augmenting and she gripped Bert with all her strength as if she were afraid that the mounting joy would cease.
"Faster, faster Bert." She asked him to please fulfill her with his energy.
Stars burst in front of her wobbly, dizzy head. A nebula of a thousand flames ignited her repose and she was at that most glorious point of culmination in which the body plunges into the warm pool of a trillion delights. Her movements were quick and dry as though she were trying to prolong her thrilled sensation. Her lover dug into her deeply and ejaculated his hot sperm Linda felt the influx of the liquid and she contracted her muscles in order to well-in the spasm.
They had matched one orgasm against the other. They had come together as though they had been doing this sort of thing for years.
Linda let her legs fall apart and she was totally free from shame. Later on this attitude so deliberate in its manifestation surprised her and yet gave her a peculiar and new sense of pride.
Bert lay on top of her quite fatigued. He had emptied himself like a trouper and he tumbled disjointedly on the limp corpse of his naked cousin.
A few minutes passed by, long and slumbersome. Linda slowly returned to reality as she disengaged herself from the stupifiant of the aftermath torpor. She opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was Bert's lips crawling toward her mouth.
"How was it?" He smiled and wriggled into a better position with his head on her shoulder. "The act of love isn't too bad, ist it?"
"It's marvelous," related Linda who had tasted its pangs and happiness for the first time. "I never thought it could be like this. It is so sweet and sensual."
She stretched like a young kitten and her ams locked at the elbows. Her hands joined at the back of Bert's neck where her fingers spread through his curly hair.
"You know it's funny," Bert grinned and pecked her on the forehead ... "It's the first time you've made love, and it's the first time that I've ever made love ... with a virgin. That's funny isn't it?
Linda wanted to know what it was like. Perhaps he wasn't satisfied. She had not really thought of what it was like for him; she had just experienced a thrilling ordeal capped with the cream of pleasure.
"Was it any different?" She tried to catch his eyes.
"I'm not complaining. But listen, my dear cousin, you'll have to watch yourself her and be cautious." Bert looked seriously at her.
She put her hand down toward her snatch and tried to keep the liquid mixture of blood and sperm from staining the bed spread.
"Be cautious? Of what?" She seemed puzzled and really wanted to know what on earth he meant by all this.
"Come closer and I'll explain...."
At that precise moment the door opened and the two moved apart as Lola tip-toe into the room. The dark-skinned woman looked half-amused and half-serious. Linda didn't know how to take her, let alone how to act or find words to mutter.
She had forgotten that Lola would come back and she was taken aback by the unawaited apparition. She tried to crawl into bed as though she were trying to hide some evidence. Of course, it was of no avail for the evidence was undisputedly in front of Lola. Bert didn't budge and Linda was astonished to see how causually he treated the whole affair.
He simply turned his head non-chalantly and said to the tigress (for Linda imagined her to be one)....
"You're right in time to accompany her to the bathroom. That's a woman's duty you know?"
Lola helped Linda out of bed as though she were ready to spank a naughty child. As Linda scrambled to her feet, Lola teased her ironically.
"Come along. We have to clean up. Now, aren't you a bad girl, so terribly pressed for it ... Tsk, tsk, tsk ... Ah, what a family." They reached the bathroom and Linda was downcast and felt certain recriminations. Lola was less talkative and scolding, but managed to add a few words.
"We'll have to hurry. After I soak you, you'll have to get dressed quickly. Your uncle wants to see you and say ... hello."