Ron Taylor: Raped cousin

“Tomorrow they’ll be drinking it in Albuquerque,” Lisa snickered, and it was such a hilarious idea that they both started laughing and collapsed upon one another. Their tits and pussies bumped, and their hands seemed to wrap naturally around each other’s bodies, and before Lisa or Holly could put on the brakes, their mouths were hot and open and jammed together and each was trying to fuck the other’s throat with her tongue.

“Oh, enough,” Lisa said finally, breathing a heavy sigh. “We’ve still got to dry our hair, and the van has to be packed. Jesus, it doesn’t feel like I can wait till tomorrow! A whole week in the mountains, kid! You and me and the camper… and guys behind every bush! All of them lusting after our nubile young frames. Fucking under the stars every night. Oh, Jesus, let’s go tonight!”

Holly frowned. “Uh,” she said, “that’s the reason I came over, babe. You kinda drove it out of my mind a little, but, uh, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to make it after all.”

“Huhhhh???” Lisa’s eyes blazed with questions. “What the bloody fuck do you mean??? We’ve been planning this trip all spring. You and me and the van and the tent and the mountains. Remember? We laid in a whole lid of grass and I’ve got two gallons of Ripple stashed in the van where Mom won’t find it and we’re gonna leave tomorrow noon, and now you say you don’t think you can make it?”

She stepped back, glaring at her friend.

“Oh, shit,” groused Holly, “I still want to go, sure, and it makes me sick-I mean, really sick-but Mom got a call this afternoon. My uncle and aunt are coming to visit. They’ll be here tonight and they’re gonna stay, the whole flicking week before they go on to ‘California. And… guess what? Mom says I have to be a good little pal to my favorite cousin in the whole wide world, Debbie, so she Won’t get bored or have a bad time while she’s here or any of that kind of crap.”

Lisa shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Picking up a towel, she began to dry herself in short, angry strokes. “Well, if that isn’t a bunch of fucking SHIT!!!” she exploded. “This is the only free week I have before I start my summer job and you’ve gotta baby sit with some asshole cousin.”

Holly came out of the shower too1 picking up another towel. “Asshole isn’t the word,” she said.

“Debbie is like all the bad news in the daily paper crammed together on one page. She’s a baby-just sixteen-and she’s always getting straight A’s in school, and the last time I saw her, three or four years ago, I punched her in the mouth and fucked up her braces and Daddy took his bit to my tail, and for all I care, she could fucking die, but-” her voice took on an even more sorrowful tone-”Mom says that the only way I can go camping with you is if we take Debbie along. Otherwise, scratch it”

“Jesus,” Lisa moaned, throwing her towel across the room with a vengeance. “If that isn’t the shittiest thing I ever heard of! What the fuck are we supposed to do?" Holly shook her head. “Is she really that bad?” Holly nodded. “Well, how can you be sure? I mean, you haven’t seen her for three or-four years.”

“You don’t forget something like that. She’s a fat redhead with freckles and braces. And a turd.”

Lisa sighed. She leaned against the sink cabinet; picked up her drawstring bag and tucked the well-used vibrator inside. Get some more batteries, she reminded herself. The machine had enjoyed a hearty workout today. “Maybe she’s changed.

And if she hasn’t, maybe we can lose her in the woods. They’ll find her bones next spring, after the wolves and buzzards have feasted on her.” Holly giggled; obviously she found the idea appealing. “Aw, I was just kidding! But if she gets in our way, we can just tell her to take a walk. Or you can punch her out again. Goddamn it, something always comes up to fuck you in the ass, just when you have it all planned!” She squealed. “And I didn’t mean your finger, Hollyhocks! Take it out of there right now, or I’ll-”

“You’ll what?”

Lisa squirmed, sucking an inch of Holly’s finger delicately up her asshole. “Or I just might not let you take it out again. Ever. Mmmmm.” She put her hands on Holly’s flanks, rubbing the soft damp flesh. Nice. Smooth. Like velvet. She loved Holly, and she loved the special sessions they had together.

But there was more to life than getting it on with her best friend in all the world. Boys for example. Much as she dug it when’ Holly fucked her with a tingly buzzing vibrator, it couldn’t compare-not exactly-to the feeling of a live, throbbing dick pushing up her twat, and a vibrator couldn’t shoot your belly full of cum, either. And what about the gentle slap-slap of a guy’s balls against your ass while he rammed his meat home, or the hard-muscled tension of a male body lying on her own?

That was why they were going to the mountains. It was early summer and the woods were full of guys on camping trips. God, she needed some strange! She’d already fucked everybody in town worth fucking-even that douche bag Corky Barrett, who’d demanded a suck and fuck as his price for going into the state store and purchasing a couple of gallons of Ripple for underage Lisa. And now she wanted to get out into the wilds and find herself a wild man or two, some eager passionate stranger, someone whose cock she could wrap her tongue around and suck till her mouth was full of seed-Jesus, a grizzly bear would do, the way she felt!

And they’d been planning it for so long, ever since the onset of spring! They’d used last summer’s job money to buy the van, with a loan from Lisa’s mom to help out, and she had to take that job this summer to repay her mother, so if she didn’t get to go now, she could fucking kiss it goodbye.

“Well,” Lisa sighed, rocking a little as Holly’s finger explored the tightness of her ass, “if the only way we can go is to take along cousin Debbie Dumbshit, then I suppose we’ve gotta take her. We can make do somehow. But she’d better not get in the way.”

“I’d almost rather not go,” Holly said sincerely.

“Don’t talk that way, damn it. In fact, don’t talk at all. Lean closer, baby, let me-ahhhh, yeah!!!” Lisa's finger slipped easily into Holly’s sticky twat, and Holly rolled her eyes in delighted acceptance. She humped suggestively against the finger and used her own in Lisa with a little more rhythm.

“Hurry,” Lisa purred, “because Mom will be home from work pretty soon and I’d hate for her to catch us in ‘the act. Maybe we can pimp Debbie off to a horny coyote.”

“Let’s not even think about her,” Holly countered. “Let me… mmmmm… let me kiss your tits. Ooooohhh, you taste like soap… nice soap… clean titties … yeah, ooohhhhh, a little faster with that finger, huh, kid? Do you like mine? Like it up the ass? You were made to be sodomized, pretty lady-let me sodomize you, huh? Sweet. Tight-hey, you’re fucking me with your butt muscles-pretty… almost as pretty as I am baby… ”

“You bitch,” Lisa smirked, and she started to fuck her finger in and out of Holly with dazzling speed and skill, at the same time humping up and down on the Holly-finger imbedded in her ass. She felt her cooze wetting, beginning to drip its honey all over again, the bubbly juice starting to ooze down her thighs, and it was too bad that Mom would be home so soon, because she was really into Holly today and she didn’t want to stop. Oh, but tomorrow they’d be up in the mountains with their tent and camper, and they’d be free to do anything they felt like doing, with one another or with anyone who came along, and if Holly’s cousin didn’t like it she could suck a banana up her ass and shit coconuts. Nothing to worry about right now, though. It was time to enjoy, not to think. Lisa slipped a second finger into Holly’s twat, felt her friend step up the tempo of finger-buggery, and dosed her eyes dreamily. Just this one more time, and they’d have to go pack up the van. Just this one more time…