John Kellerman - The family secret

The breeze went through her hair. Kevin held onto her a little tighter. It was obvious he wasn't used to riding on motorcycles. That was fine as far as Vicky was concerned. She could do with a little hug from him, even if it was only from being a bit scared.

Vicky went up the road to a place she knew. The dirt lane off the blacktop wound down between two cliffs. She stopped and undid a private gate, then drove on. They came up to the beach behind a huge rock and parked. Vicky took Kevin's hand and pulled him with her. He looked glorious with his blond hair blowing back from his face. She wished he thought she looked glorious. But then maybe he did.

"There's a little cave over here. Nobody much knows where it is." It was cooler out of the sun. Vicky sat down and patted the sand beside her. Kevin obliged but didn't get close enough for her taste. She snuggled up until her thigh was against his.

She talked about school and about Rocksford and about her brother always getting in trouble. She rambled on about how easy it was to get around her father and do what she pretty much wanted to do. But when she mentioned Mona, Kevin perked up. It was like she'd touched a live wire. He began to breathe a little faster and kept licking his lips. But then maybe she was imagining things. Mona had probably talked to him about what she wanted to try – that language therapy or whatever.

"I get lonely in the summer," she went on. "Living out here on an estate doesn't make for much socializing. A lot of boys in town don't date girls with lots of money." She looked at him and pouted. "It's nice having you here this summer, Kevin, really!" She sneaked her hand down. He let her weave her fingers through his. "Don't you ever think about girls?" Kevin nodded. Vicky felt her heart speed up. She scratched circles on his palm with her nail. "You're so good-looking, I'll bet you've made it with lots of chicks, haven't you?"

Was it a blush? No, she couldn't really tell what Kevin thought of her question. She managed to move herself a little closer against him. Kevin didn't seem to mind it. But he wasn't coming on like Don Juan either. She decided to try a little flattery.

"A girl can get tired of pushy guys; you know, a guy who can't keep his hands to himself." She watched his face. Those open, innocent eyes weren't telling her anything. And she was wondering if she would ever be able to excite him at all. She might as well have been a dog there beside him. And he hadn't even given her coat a good ruffling. But then she saw him looking at the titty closest to his arm. Sure, it wasn't very big, but it was firm and rounded and rode high on her chest.

"Wanta go for a dip?"

Vicky led the race down to the water. They splashed out to where the big breakers were folding over and then when she was thoroughly wettened, she worked her way back to the shore and stood waiting for him. Now the look on Kevin's face gave him away.

The little patches of yellow silk were plastered tightly to her breasts and pussy. Her nipples bulged out like small flesh buttons. Her sparsely furred cunt could clearly be seen… even the slit where the crotch piece had slipped up between the outer lips. And it wasn't lost on Kevin. He'd already culled off his T-shirt and jeans before plunging in. Now his skivvies showed that his cock was not sleeping anymore. Vicky was going to make sure she held onto her edge.

"You look nice all dripping with water," she cooed, pushing her hot young form up against him. The bulge pushed against her thigh. But she was afraid to reach. The last time she'd tried that, Kevin had lost the game quick. Maybe he didn't like young girls fooling with him. Maybe he was spooked because she was jailbait.

"Ohhh, you're so strong," she breathed, jetting her fingers tickle lightly over his chest and biceps. She traced her way down to his hips. It was almost impossible for her to keep from grabbing. Breathing hard now, she eased three fingers of each hand under the elastic band of his shorts.

"Nooo!" Kevin moaned. It was the first word that Vicky had ever, heard him say. She wished it'd been yes. She let her fingers curve around his muscular ass. He struggled like his mind was torn.

"Oh Kevin, hold me! Kiss me!" She tilted her face up and closed her eyes. His lips brushed her shyly. She had her fingers excruciatingly close to his cock now. She felt like she wanted to pounce on it like a cat and dig in her claws. But she was afraid that if she went too fast, the same disaster might occur which stopped her last time.

But she knew how to hold him, to keep him! She'd never dared to even think of such a thing before, but Kevin was her dream guy and she wanted him to be half crazy about her. She knew that if she played her cards right, she could make that dream come true. She let her body slide down his until she was on her knees before him. Her heart pounded from the uncertainty she felt. She'd only heard about girls giving head before. And then the other day when Mona had cleaned up her fuck mess, Vicky had realized that the tales weren't just tales. But she had no actual experience or information on exactly how to go about it.

Her fingers were hooked over the front of Kevin's skivvies. He looked down on her, eyes wide with surprise. But his hands were resting gently on the sides of her head. She had the strangest feeling that he knew what she was up to. She eased down the front of his underwear and when his uncircumcised cock bobbed up against her chin, she lost her breath for a moment. A wave of dizziness swept over her. It was the prettiest thing she'd ever seen hanging on a man. Not that she'd seen more than about three.

"Oh Kevin… Ohhhh…!" She lifted it gingerly with her fingertips. The way the foreskin covered the darkened tip confused her a little at first. She'd only seen Howell's cock when he'd gotten out of a shower and her father's, of course. Their flared crowns were always apparent. But Kevin's was in a secret place. It made her explorations all the more titillating.

Vicky brushed her hair back from her eyes and bent close. A faint musky aroma came up from the tip of Kevin's penis. She kissed the outer skin. It was white and smooth and soft. The heat of it against her lips made her whimper. Her pussy was absolutely drenching the little crotch piece of her bikini. Kevin made a sound deep in his throat and his fingers pressed her temples. Vicky felt elation. He liked it! She wasn't freaking him out or anything. She touched her tongue to the tiny spot of blue showing through the opening in the foreskin. Kevin stopped breathing. She pushed on inside, swathing the spongy head with her spit and sanding it with fluttery movements. Almost immediately the whole shaft began to lengthen more, thicken. She felt the foreskin being stretched back as Kevin's organ grew against her closed lips. Then the head began to emerge slowly from its protective covering. With her fingers circling the loose skin, she helped it back. Her heart was about to jump out of her chest. Her nipples burned from the excitement of watching this happen before her eyes. It was a kind of magic to know that she was causing it all. She was sexy enough to do it and her confidence soared.

"Kevin, I want to kiss you… here…" she kissed the smoldering glans, "and here!" Her lips wetly brushed the lobes under the tip. Kevin shivered as if a great wind had hit against his chest. He swayed there as he stood on the sand. His hands began to lovingly rub her head.

"Ohhh, this is fantastic! I hope I'm doing it right!" She wet her bottom lip until the spit was leaking down her chin and then eased it under the head of Kevin's cock. He gave a grunt as the movement forward pushed his foreskin even further back. Her upper lip naturally fit over the top of his ridged crown. She liked the way it fit. It made her feel very odd to have a boy's cock that far into her mouth, but she closed her eyes and remembered to keep breathing. Her tongue was flicking like that of a snake. She let it flick out further until it was teasing the tiny slitted opening.