Ron Taylor: Raped cousin

It hadn’t been a good day. She and Holly had put on their hiking shoes and gone in search of action, but they’d only met two male objects en route (barring a squirrel, whose sex was impossible for either of the girls to determine). And, as Lisa had declared so firmly, Peter and. Murray, though youngish and reasonably personable and good looking, were almost definitely faggots. Only a queer could have resisted Lisa and Holly, in their tight, see-through t-shirts and their crotch grabbing denim cutoffs, and Peter and Murray had ‘done a fucking good job of resistance. Twenty minutes of hints as transparent as the girls’ shirts hadn’t stirred the slightest trace of interest in the ‘two guys, so Lisa and Holly had hauled ass in search of better game.

Which they had not found. When they returned to camp they were tired from walking and they hadn’t a goddamned thing to show for the day’s hike. It was getting on to four in the afternoon, which meant that the day was mostly shot.

“And Debbie hasn’t come back yet, either,” Holly said, nibbling her lower lip.

She rolled up a fresh joint, lit, it, inhaled, and passed it to Lisa. They had plenty of weed; that was one consolation. And they still had each other. But, God, they’d both been counting so much on meeting some new guys! “Oh, fuck Debbie,” Lisa grunted round her deeply-held toke. “Maybe she’s been eaten by a fuckin’ grizzly bear.”

Holly thought for a moment. “How long has she been gone? Since about eight this morning. Where could she be?" “You’re worried? I thought you despised her fat ass.”

“Well, I do, you dumb bitch, but did it ever occur to you that’ we brought her up with us? And that consequently her parents and my parents will more or less expect that she’s coming back with us, too?”

“What could have happened to her, for Christ’s sake?” Lisa argued. “I mean, she’ll come slouching in sooner or later. Jesus, she took on like we’d tried to kill her or something. All I wanted to do was get a little use out of her.

Christ, we had to ‘drag her along; the least she could do was dish out some head to pay us back for the kindness.”

Holly squatted by the fireplace. ‘They’d have to build another fire soon, as night was coming on and the air would soon grow cool and nippy.’ Nippy. That reminded her of Lisa, and she looked at her best friend. Lisa was reclining on a stretched-out blanket, sucking on a joint, and, her t-shirt was tight as a layer of skin on the perfect rondure of her tits, and their bee-stung nipples stood out prominently. Mmmmmm!! Holly thought. If there weren’t any men around to appreciate the two of them, at least they still had each other, and come’ dark she’d have those Lisa-nipples in her mouth and her finger three inches up Lisa’s quim and the rest of the’ world could go fuck a baboon.

But what about Debbie? She’d been gone a long time. Could.a mad last that long? Eight hours or better? Well, when Debbie got back, she’d better have some fucking good explanation about where she had spent the day. Anyway, Debbie's ass was in for it when that time rolled around Maybe, if they ‘had to, she and Lisa would just tie Debbie down and ram that diddle-stick up her cooze. God, what a thought! She was so tight, she had to be a fucking virgin! Holly remembered how difficult it had been to work the dildo into Debbie this morning, and, she nodded thoughtfully. Yes, by God, if Debbie wasn’t cherry, then there was no Coors in Colorado. Wouldn’t that be a giggle? To bust her with a dildo? Maybe the Sierra Club would intervene. Virgins were an endangered species, after all, just like the ‘bald eagle and the timber wolf. John Denver might step out from behind a bush and beg them to stop in the name of ecology.

He might even sing a little song to convince them they ought to spare Debbie.

Hot shit, they thought. We could tie up John Denver. With a man around, we wouldn’t need that scungy bitch Debbie.

“Here,” Lisa was saying. “Don’t you want a hit?” "Hit? Bet your butt I want a hit. And I want to plant it right on Debbie’s fat freckled ass. Oooohhh, just wait till she gets back! She is gonna be IN for it!!!” Holly had no doubt that Debbie would be back, sooner or later. God, she hoped it was sooner, because the idea of raping her unwanted cousin was beginning to take on a delicious, kinky sort of appeal. Anyway, nothing could have happened to Debbie. Her kind had all the luck, in the world. It was only the good people, like. herself and Lisa, who found trouble riding on their’ shoulders. But nobody ever said life was fair. She took the joint, sucked it till the glowing coal fell off, and pulled the pungent, intoxicating smoke all the way down to the pit of her belly. It felt good, and she held it there, mentally preparing the campsite for Debbie’s punishment.

“I don’t care if it does sound silly. This is the first time I’ve ever been naked out in the open air, and I think it is absolutely fantastic! Yesterday I couldn’t have done it. But, oh, God, tomorrow I may walk down the main street of San Leandro totally bare ass naked, with my big beautiful fits flopping and my freckled ass swinging like a sexy pendulum, and-”

“And you’re just likely to get your cute freckled ass raped again,” Sam pointed out, laying his hand on her belly. Debbie sighed and covered his hand with her own. She rubbed the feel of him into her skin, and she was warmer than even the afternoon sun could make her.

“Just look,” she said, pointing to the westward. “Hills and valleys and mountains, and I can see a river, all silver in the sunlight, away off over there-the trees cover most of it, but you can see where it bends and flows.

God, isn’t it beautiful?”

Sam laughed, nibbled her neck. “I’ve spent the last six years on a Colorado prison farm. If I never see the Rockies again, I can die, happy and contented.”

“I suppose you have a point,” Debbie said, “but if you’d spent sixteen years in Mentor, Ohio, you’d think that was the most beautiful sight this side of heaven, spread out in front of us like a big happy dream.” She Sighed.

They were lying on. a blanket in the meadow below the cabin. It was too nice a day to spend it inside, and Debbie found a thrilling satisfaction in exposing her naked body to the sunlight and to nature.

“I’ve spent worse Fridays,” Sam admitted, slipping his arm around the girl. She moved closer and his fingertips brushed the side of her left fit. Debbie looked down, saw her pink nipple beginning to blossom for him.

“It isn’t Friday,” she said. “This is Saturday.”

“Saturday? I must have lost count of the days.” His face clouded. He cupped her breast firmly but lovingly. “When are you going back? To your friends, I mean?

You know that you have to go. You can’t stay here with me.”

“Why not?”

“Because, goddamn it, I am on the run! I killed a man six years ago and, even if he needed killing, which I still think he did, the sovereign state of Colorado feels that it is entitled to fourteen years more repentance from me.

And even if they kill me, I’m not going back. You know that they’re looking for me. Right now they’re looking for me. And if they should happen to find me up here, I don’t want you hanging around and in the way. Anyway-I’d made my plans before you came along, kid. I was only gonna stay here till Sunday, then hit the frail again. I’m on my way to New Mexico and from-there, maybe across the border. Or maybe west to California. I don’t know for sure.”

“See?” Debbie cut in. “If I hadn’t come along you’d have gone on the wrong day.

You’d have missed Sunday and moved out on Monday and they’d probably catch you then. You need me! I’ve already maybe saved your life.”