Chapter 3
A few days later, Jackie was standing with Billy on the lawn when they saw Ellen drive off with Andre in his little MG. Before they pulled out, Andre drew Ellen to him, kissing her passionately while he felt her ripely formed breasts. Suddenly, a United Parcel truck pulled up on the opposite curb and Andre spun out the driveway so fast that he left a trail of rubber behind him.
"Boy, is he stupid!" Jackie laughed uncomfortably.
"Yeah, sometimes, I wish they'd get in an accident." Billy looked at his young cousin in a strange way and said, "Hey, you want to come up for a minute?"
Jackie hesitated, but a few minutes later she was following him across the grass.
"Andre makes me sick," he said, hurrying through the garage and up the stairs to the second floor.
"Me too!" She stepped onto the landing behind him and followed him through the door into a large low-ceilinged room. "I can't see how your mother stands him. He's attractive and everything, but your dad's so much more handsome!"
"Do you think so?" Billy asked. "I can never tell what women see in guys like him."
"Well, I like his dark hair and his smile-though he is really gruff sometimes. And he isn't as friendly as you are."
"Well, thanks," Billy said. "Another thing about me is I can't stand to be alone. I go crazy when I'm alone sometimes."
"Oh yeah?" Jackie said and quickly changed the subject. "It's an awful nice place you got here."
Though she'd once called up to invite her cousin for dinner, she'd never seen the inside of the "clubhouse" that he'd moved into last Spring. It was luxuriously furnished by her standards; a wall-sized poster of Raquel Welch hung over the bed, and at the other end of the room, there was a sofa and a low coffee table surrounded by pillows, in front of a large window which looked out on a park-like setting. The last rays of sunlight slashed through the woods behind the St. John's house.
"When I was eleven, I fixed the place up into a clubhouse. Then last May I was gonna move into a commune with some guys, but Mike couldn't dig it so I moved in here permanently, I guess. It's kind of a compromise. Billy then gestured to the cushions on the floor around the table. "Here, pull up a pillow. At least I can have girls up whenever I want. Like one time, me and this girl were doing it right here while my folks were having a barbecue out on the lawn ... right down there."
Jackie's eyes widened as Billy pointed to an area just below the garage. "Oh, I don't believe you," she laughed.
"I'm not kiddin' you," he said. "I guess I'm over-sexed or something. I really like dirty movies and books. You ever seen dirty pictures?" he asked.
"No, not really, well, you know." Jackie stammered in embarrassment.
Giving a slight laugh, he reached under the table and pulled out a manila envelope that he'd apparently taped to the underside. Still grinning at her, he removed the strips of tape and opened up the envelope, sliding a sheaf of photographs into his-hand.
In spite of herself, Jackie leaned forward curiously, then abruptly drew back. But she'd looked long enough to see the color picture was of a naked brunette woman. She was lying on her back on a bed, her legs thrust slightly apart, while down below, she drew apart her curly-haired vaginal lips with her two prying hands. Jackie couldn't tell if she was just feeling herself or waiting for some man to fuck into her openly displayed vagina, but she looked as if she were going to cum at any second!
"You know, you've got a very sexy body, too," Billy said slyly. "But I bet you still have to learn how to use it."
Dropping the picture on the table, he suddenly reached up and tugged playfully at her long blonde hair. Abruptly, his arm slipped around her shoulder and he pulled her a little closer to his side.
"Hey!" she jerked away from him.
"I figured you'd do that!" he said. "C'mon, I just wanna kiss you!"
Suddenly, he was drawing her face to him with one arm wrenched around her neck so she couldn't pull back. Their lips met softly and his tongue pushed against her closed mouth till, abruptly, it thrust inside.
Jackie moaned and tried to pull her mouth away from his lips, but whichever way she swayed, her fearfully quivering breasts pressed like small swelling balloons against his chest.
"Stop, Billy, I can't breathe," she moaned. His tongue seemed to be thrusting all the way into her throat.
"Okay," he said as he released her. "Hey, that wasn't too bad."
"You're crazy," Jackie said, trying not to show she was a little flattered by her teenaged cousin's attention. "You can't kiss your own cousin!"
"You sure are the cool type, aren't you?" he answered. "I like that."
"Well, I'm glad," Jackie said. "But I'm leaving."
"No, don't do that. You haven't seen all the pictures!"
"Well, thanks for showing me your place," she said as she began gathering her books from the coffee table. Suddenly Billy wrapped his arm around her shoulder and snapped her to him so that she was facing him again.
"Please, let me kiss you just one more time," he said.
A grin brightened his features as he tightened his grip on her shoulder. Abruptly, he kissed her wetly on the mouth, forcing his tongue between her lips till it tickled softly against her own.
"I've got a report to do for tomorrow. I've got to go."
"But we're having a great time!"
Although she squirmed and waved, it was impossible to shove him away. Leaning against her, he began nibbling on her ear, and little tingles went down her neck as his searching tongue traveled lightly over her prickling flesh.
Now he was kissing her neck and shoulders while his free hand slipped hotly up and down her trembling arms.
Somehow, Jackie couldn't really believe this was happening to her. It seemed ridiculous to be struggling with her own cousin!
"But I really like you, Jackie!"
"I'll bet!"
Suddenly, Billy reached directly forward and squeezed through her sweater at one of her resilient young breasts-and Jackie twisted back and struck her head on the windowsill.
"Ow!" she winced at the pain.
Swiftly, he pulled her to him again. He was obviously too turned-on to be reasoned with and suddenly she was afraid. "No ... no!" she said in a quavering voice. "Oh, please let go of me!"
"Just let me see your tits," he pleaded.
Giving her a triumphant grin, Billy grasped at her sweater with his other hand and eagerly began undoing the small buttons, but had trouble getting them undone. In his exasperation, he inadvertently tore her sweater down to the third button, exposing the lush white mounds of her brassiere-clad young breasts to his piercing gaze.
"No...." she wanted to cover herself, but couldn't because of his arm around her shoulder holding her tightly in place beside him.
Billy slowly inserted his free hand in the stretching cup of her lacy white brassiere, sliding his entire hand inside till it completely cupped her quivering mound. Eagerly, he began fondling her full round breasts, stroking back and forth over her soft firm skin until her pertly distended nipples stuck up under his palms like small pink gem-stones. In spite of herself, Jackie could feel a strange weakening in her belly. She wasn't used to having her sensitive nipples brushed so teasingly. "Let me go!"
"Hey, Jackie, I wanted to do this ever since I first saw you!" the teenager said. Before she knew what was happening, he loomed forward, pushing her down flat on the cushions. She hadn't yet recovered from the surprise when his devouring mouth once again clamped wetly over her own-his free hand reaching back to the clasp of her brassiere. Seconds later, he was pulling it and her sweater off her shoulders and down her arms.
"Geez! Jackie!" he breathed in the stillness as he took in the dual milk-like orbs of her breasts, standing youthfully out from her chest right under his gaze.
"Oh ... for God's sake...." Jackie gaped down at her naked breasts swaying and jiggling as she tried to pull up from under her cousin. She squirmed helplessly on the cushions as Billy fastened his mouth around one bulleted little nipple. She could feel it helplessly distending as he sucked and nibbled boyishly, swiping his tongue in rapid wet circles until an unwanted licentious feeling fluttered through her tightening belly.