(ASS) Marie Chapter 10 part three of three parts
FRIAR DAVE
"We'd better go inside," I said. Irene and I sneaked through the
bushes, then walked loudly down the sidewalk and entered the front
door. Dan was sitting up with Shana, watching an Outer Limits episode.
Everyone else was sleeping. We got some pop and sat with him for a
while. Irene excused herself after a while and came back in a shorty
nightgown. You could glimpse her lean silhouette through it, but that
didn't make any difference; there wasn't much to see.
Shana said that looked like a good idea and did the same. With her
lustrous, dark curls and dark flashing eyes, she looked so lovely that
I began to think about her, for the first time, as a woman and not as
my sweet cousin.
As the show ended and the news came on WTOL, channel 11 -- which we
had to watch to get the scores for his damn ol' Mets -- I excused
myself and changed, too. I'd brought just a simple, summer-light
shorty nightgown. I didn't bother with a bra.
When I came back in the room, Shana -- always forthright -- said, "My
goodness, Marie! Where did you ever get those big, uh, bosoms? You
make me feel positively flat-chested!"
"How do you think she makes me feel?" Irene murmured.
"They were on sale at Tiedtke's," I said.
"Don't you think Marie has a great figure, Dan?" Shana asked.
"Fantastic," he said. "Sometimes I wish she wasn't my sister or a
kid."
"Some kid," Shana said. "When I grow up, I want to have a bod like
that `kid'!" Then the sports report came on, and Dan made us all shut
up while he listened to how his damn ol' Mets had lost to the Dodgers.
After the news came the late show -- Forbidden Planet. Shana had to
get up at six for her job at the Five & Dime. She gave Dan a peck on
the cheek and said good-night and admonished Irene and I not to stay
up too late. Then she went upstairs to bed. I heard her washing up and
then I heard the door to her room close and lock. I went to the
kitchen and got more pop.
I made sure to walk in front of the TV and sit up on the floor at an
angle. After a few minutes, Irene said, "Marie, you better move. I can
see right through that gown in the TV light. And so can Dan."
"Oh, don't worry," I said, never taking my eyes off the TV. "He's my
stepbrother, and I'm just a kid. He probably doesn't even notice."
"I notice."
"I noticed you noticed," Irene chipped in. I looked this time, when
Irene started to giggle. Dan was blushing. He had another hard-on.
"Irene!" I said.
"You, too!" She pointed. I looked down. My nipples were hard and
pointed and clearly so for being silhouetted. "Nice view."
"I don't care who looks," I said. "It doesn't bother Dan."
"Well, actually, it does."
I turned and looked right at him. "Does it really?"
He nodded. "And you know it."
Irene suddenly made a great show of yawning. "Well, I'm going to hit
the hay. See ya in the morning!" She gave Dan a big wet kiss right on
the lips, holding his face with her hands and making the kiss longer
than it should have been, and then she went upstairs, too.
I was still staring at Dan. "Want me to move?"
He nodded. I was starting to think my plan had a chance, after all.
I stood and took my time walking toward him, staying between the TV
and him. His eyes were on my tits. "That was some good night kiss."
"Yes."
"I can top that." I bent at the waist and watched his eyes follow my
tits as the nighty drooped and gave him a good view. Then I duplicated
Irene's action: I took his face in my hands and kissed him on the
lips. And -- maybe -- added a wrinkle of my own by pressing at his
lips with my tongue until he finally let it in. By the time I drew my
lips away, I was dripping wet and wondered if he could smell my
juices. I kissed him again and this time took his hands and led them
to me, till he was cupping my tits.
He started to fondle my breasts -- and suddenly pulled his hands away
and pushed me gently away.
"Don't," he said. "This is wrong."
"I want -- "
"It's still wrong, to me."
I stood in front of him. "But you want me, I know you do."
He nodded. "A lot. And doubly because -- well, you know."
"Know what?"
He changed the subject abruptly: "That was you watching Dorothy and
me, wasn't it?"
"You knew?"
He looked at me as if the question was stupid.
I countered: "Well, I won't leave you all frustrated."
He groaned softly. "Dammit, Marie, don't tempt me like this. I want us
to be friends."
"And we can't be friends and do that, too?"
"You know we can't."
I looked down at him. His dick was sticking up like a tent pole inside
his jeans. His breathing was shallow and fast. His lips had been
sweet, and I kept thinking what it would be like to have him mouthing
my breasts the way he'd been doing it with Dorothy, and I was terribly
annoyed, because I knew that when Dan dug in his heels, nothing was
going to move him.
"Damn you!" I hissed and stalked upstairs. I sat in the bathroom for a
long time, trying to calm down, then I took a hot bath and masturbated
like crazy. It didn't help enough.
Finally, sometime around one, I went and crawled onto the mattress in
the middle of the floor in Irene's room. I slept, frustrated and
horny. But not soundly.
Which was why I woke when Irene got up. I could almost get back to
sleep, so I lay there quietly and tried to will sleep. After a while,
I realized she hadn't come back to bed and there was no noise in the
bathroom.
I got up to investigate. All the other doors -- to Shana's room and
her brother's room and my aunt and uncle's room -- were closed on the
second floor. So I crept quietly down the stairs. The TV was still on,
the sound very low. The TV was the only source of light in the room.
It was enough. There were plants on a little opening in the stairwell,
and I peered between the leaves. My tan and dark complexion helped,
too. Natural-born commando, that was me.
Irene was sitting next to Dan on the floor in front of the couch. She
had some crackerjacks in one hand. The bowl was on the other side of
Dan from her. She was looking at his crotch, and he was looking at her
face. I could just hear what they were saying as Forbidden Planet was
getting close to the end.
"Why do you keep touching me there, Irene?" Dan said. "You wouldn't
like it if I was always touching you there."
She shrugged and munched her Crackerjacks. "I like it. Don't you?
Timmy likes it, all the time. I touch him lots of ways."
"What ways?"
She swallowed the last of her confection. "Promise you won't tell, and
I'll show you."
He hesitated a long time. I could see his cock throbbing inside his
jeans. Finally, he nodded. "Promise."
She slowly put her hand over his dick-bulge and then and unzipped his
jeans. She reached inside and fished out his dick. It stood straight
up. She gripped it tightly in her little hand and jerked a little on
it.
His breathing got shallower.
"You can touch me, too, y'know," Irene said, leaning over and staring
intently into his face. Her hair was all disheveled and sun-blonde,
and her face was cute but very sensual. Her eyes said she knew exactly
what she was doing. "Please?"
She turned sideways, kneeling spread-legged next to him. She took his
hand and led it between her legs, under her nighty. I knew when he
began caressing her, because her eyes half closed, and her mouth
opened a bit.
She bent and licked the head of his cock, and he groaned softly. She
kept licking and jerking, and then she stiffened, and I knew he was
sliding his finger into her little slit. Her skinny young hips began
hunching up and down.
She released his cock and unfastened his pants, He lifted his butt as
she pulled them down his thighs. He kicked them off the rest of the
way, because her hands had gone back to his dick and his balls. She
opened her mouth and took the head of his prick inside, and I watched
him again lift his hips and heard him murmur, "Damn, damn, damn..."
She took his other hand and led it to the front of her nightgown. He
searched for and found her nipples and rubbed them, then moved his
hand to her head and caressed her face. She opened her mouth and
spread her lips wide to take more of his thick cock in her mouth. She
had soft, full lips, but she was small and her mouth was small for her
face, and she had it filled with just the head of his cock.
She began bobbing her head up and down on him, still jerking with one
small hand. She shifted back to get her face lower over him. The girl
was young, but she definitely knew how to suck cock, and she
definitely was enjoying herself. Dan was arching toward her.
"I'm gonna -- gonna -- "
"Mmm-HMMM!" It was muffled, but definitely affirmative. She reached
down with her other hand and began caressing his balls -- of which I
had a great view -- and then he started to cum.
She sucked and gurgled and swallowed, and he came for what seemed a
long time. She was utterly intent on sucking and drinking him. I
couldn't even feel jealous -- just envious. She was jerking with her
hand harder and faster, and I watched her little cheeks concave and
bloat and saw her throat work as she swallowed. He came a lot, and
some slipped out around her lips, lubricating her hand on his shaft.
Finally, his spasms became irregular and then slowed and then stopped.
She sucked his limpening dick in and pushed it partially in and out of
her mouth rapidly, like a little kid playing with a piece of
spaghetti. He sank back to the floor and groaned, deep and relieved.
She let his prick slide out of her mouth, and it flopped between his
legs. Her lips were all slick and spermy, and so was his cock.
He pulled her up to him and cuddled her close, but she was having none
of that. She pulled her nightgown up over her head and jammed one
enormously swollen nipple into his mouth. He took it greedily, licking
it and maybe even chewing a little on it.
Irene sighed and pulled his hand back between her legs. Her ass was so
tiny, and her body was so lean and smooth! It was all glistening with
perspiration, and she looked slippery and sinuous as an eel -- a sexy
young eel. He reached back and squeezed her cheeks, then slid his
fingers back and caressed her little, smooth cunt. Finally, he
extended Badfinger, and she settled happily onto it and jerked her
hips up and down. I could see his cock re-erecting. In no time at all,
it was hard again, solid as a brick and locking just as thick compared
to her lithe slenderness.
She murmured something to him I couldn't hear. His reply was audible:
"But I'm afraid of hurting you."
She said something that was obviously reassuring and shifted so she
was straddling him.
"First, I want this," he said. His hands came around and cupped -- and
covered -- her ass. He guided her until she was standing over him,
with his head resting back against the couch, and then he began to eat
her.
Now I was definitely jealous, because from the way he ate her, I knew
she was getting it good. He licked and sucked and nibbled and mouthed
and tongued her. I watched her ass clench and her hips hunch, and I
watched her thighs shake as she came and came again. I could see her
juices on his chin. He worked his hands around her farther and slid
one finger against the back of her cunt, and she shook above him. He
worked the finger of another hand between those tightly squeezed,
corded masses of hard little ass, and she pushed back and against it,
taking it into her teeny butt-hole to the first joint. I saw her tense
until every muscle in her back was clearly defined, and great beads of
sweat popped out all over her body and she came again.
Finally she couldn't stand, and he lowered her against him. She sobbed
into his shoulder and shivered again as he caressed her back and
kissed her forehead. She said something too soft for me to hear.
-- and I heard him say, incredulously, "Never? No one? But you taste
so sweet, how can anyone resist?"
"The same way you resist Marie." That was clear enough. My eyes
widened, and there was no one to see them.
He looked troubled for a moment, but then she was sliding down until
her little cunt was nestled against the throbbing thickness of his
glans. She eased herself up and reached down in her crouch to spread
her labia, and then she slowly worked her cunt onto the knob.
"Damn that feels good, cousin Dan!"
She worked her way down onto him, impaling herself on my stepbrother's
solid dick. It stretched her little cunt a lot, and she really seemed
to be enjoying it. She was very wet, and when she'd taken it all and
began raising herself up again, his emerging cock was shining brightly
in the light of the television.
She levered herself up and down, faster and faster, groaning and
sighing as he panted: "You're so tight and hot -- Ahhhh!"
I watched him move one hand out of sight, on her front to nipple-
height. She jammed herself down and shook against him, vibrating those
narrow, prepubescent hips over him. His balls started to jerk. Then he
moved his hand lower and twisted his arm, and I guessed: He was moving
his thumb over her clitoris. She shook faster and harder and then held
herself still against him and quietly shrieked her pleasure. His balls
pulled up tight and throbbed, and I could see her cunt lips stretch
and thin around his fat prick as it swelled with each spurt. She
grabbed his face and kissed him hard and long as he came in her and
she came with him.
They collapsed together and lay like that for a long time. She pulled
her little cunt off his cock slowly and then put her nighty back on.
"Promise you won't tell?"
"No one," he vowed.
She giggled. "Can we do it again -- soon?"
"I hope so, Irene. That was terrific." He pulled himself upright and
slid back into his jeans. "But not tonight."
She giggled again. "Y'know, Marie wants to do that with you."
He nodded as he sat heavily on the couch and an ad on the television
began touting the great deal at Bender's Buick on Alexis Road. "I'd
like to do it with her, too, but I can't."
"Why not? You're not blood relations any more than you and I are."
"Because she's special, in a different way. Some day we'll need to be
able to talk to each other in a special way and this -- " He nodded
toward her and the place where they'd fucked. " -- would get in the
way. I'm not sure why, but I don't think it's a good idea."
"Well, if you'd rather do it with me than with someone with a bod like
hers, that's not a problem for me!" She was positively glowing. She
gave him a big kiss, and I took that as my cue to go into fake slumber
mode where they both figured I should be: On the mattress in Irene's
room.
I had a lot to think about. For one thing, I'd just watched my little
-- in every sense of the word -- cousin do everything but rape my
stepbrother. And she'd enjoyed it as much as she'd confided she
enjoyed fucking. And I'd just heard her put in a pitch on my behalf!
And I'd just heard Dan tell her what he'd never told me: Some of the
reasons why he kept restraining himself and me from getting it on.
I didn't mean to, but I dozed off pretty fast and resented waking in
the sunlit morning. No matter. I did. Irene never told me of her
escapade with Dan, and I couldn't very well ask, could I?
Dan and Dorothy never got together again -- she kept putting him off,
the fool -- and the Fourth came and went, and then so was he, back to
his city and his girlfriends there. I was left with memories and
fantasies and questions. I sort of coasted through the rest of the
summer, developing just as fast as before. It seemed like only a few
days before school began.
School. My freshman year in high school. I remember it vividly --
because that was the year the stolen pictures and the shots taken by
Ed Sautter came back to haunt me and hurt me more than I had been hurt
since -- well, since the first time.
[Later. I promise.]
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