J Watson - Hot piece cousin

"Did you like it?" Dirk asked again.

"I don't know what you mean," she said demurely.

"The hell you don't," Dirk said. "I heard you crying from outside the shed. He must have a big fucking cock to make you beg like that."

Sherry turned a little red and got out of the truck. Dirk pulled the door shut behind her and he slammed the truck into gear and went tearing out of the yard. Somehow Sherry had the feeling she'd not heard the last from Dirk about what had happened. Sherry had the feeling that she should pack her bag and leave. Go back to the city where she belonged. There we nothing but trouble awaiting her here. Yet she know she couldn't. At least not until she'd seen Rick win. She didn't know if Rick cared anything about her or not. It we obvious that he had enjoyed himself as mach a she had. But there we no way of telling if he ever wanted to see her again. There was one thing for sure. Sherry wanted to see him again, if only to experience the sweet pleasure that she had gotten from him again.

She we deep in thought as she walked upstairs to her room. The house was quiet. Both Tim and David had gone off somewhere. She took a shower. She seemed to be taking a lot of showers lately. She dried herself off and sat in front of her mirror combing her thick blond hair.

She didn't look any different. She was still the same person on the outside. Yet, she was the one who had begged for cock. She had begged to be fucked.

"Who are you trying to fool, Sherry?" she asked herself. "You loved it."

She heard the sound of someone driving into the yard and she looked out her window. A pale-blue van had parked in the yard. It looked like one of those hippie things with flowers painted all over the side. She saw David get out of the back and she realized that the van had to belong to some friends of his.

She got up and quickly dressed. This time she dressed in panties and bra, and a conservative pants outfit. She no longer looked like the hot-fleshed woman who had seduced David. Dressed like this she could play the hostess without feeling vibrations from David.

She was not worried about David turning her on. Rick had quenched her desires for the moment. She sighed as she remembered how good his cock had felt. He was a good cocksman. He had a big cock and he had more experience than Tim, Dirk or David. He had known how to give her what she wanted. Sherry was beginning to learn that having a big cock was not enough. A man had to know how to use it. Rick used his prick with the obvious confidence of having had dozens of women. Or maybe hundreds. Sherry felt a pang of jealousy.

Maybe Rick had a wife or a girlfriend. Maybe he was fucking her right now. Sherry had not considered that possibility. Certainly a man like that would have his pick. He might have forgotten Sherry by now. What seemed so wonderful for her may have beat a simple passing urge for him. He had no reason for coming back to usher. She had not played hard to get. He had gotten what he wanted.

"No," Sherry said softly. She would refuse to consider that. She had to think that Rick had experienced just as fantastic a pleasure as she had.

"Hey, Sherry," David called.

She remembered that David and his friends were downstairs. She put on her greeting face and hurried down to meet them. Thorn was one boy and a girl in the kitchen with David. At first Sherry thought she was seeing double and then she realized they were twins. Boy and girl twins. They were both nice-looking with dark eyes and dark hair and timid smiles. The girl was dressed in tight jeans and a skimpy halter that barely contained her breasts.

"This is my cousin Sherry," David said. "This is Burt and Dinah Peters."

"How do you do," Sherry said. "You're the first friends of David I've met."

They nodded at her. The girls soft red lips parted in a nervous smile.

"Would you like something to eat or drink?" Sherry asked.

Sherry we beginning to feel very uncomfortable. It was like the twins had come for something and nobody was willing to tell her what. She looked at David and found that he was just as sick-looking as the twins. She wondered what he had told them about her.

"I think I'll go back upstairs," Sherry said quietly. "I'm not really feeling well."

She was feeling sick! Sick at the thought of David bringing the twins there for more fun and games. How could he? How could he think she was that kind of person? Her eyes filled with disgust as she looked at David. He was just as bad as his brother. Worse.

She started backing out of the kitchen and David got up quickly. He put his hand on her shoulder and she felt the heat going right though her blouse. She didn't like the weak, trembly feeling in her insides.

"Don't run off." David said. "Burt wanted to show you his new van. He's really got it fixed up."

Her first thought was that she'd been wrong about David. He wouldn't be trying to take her outside if he had sex on his mind. He'd be trying to get her into the bedroom. There could be no harm in looking at Burt's van. Perhaps David was completely innocent and her own guilt had made her react so angrily.

"All right," Sherry said. "I'll got out and look at his van. It's such a pretty day outside that a little sunshine might do me good." She didn't tell them that she'd been out in the sun all day long. She softened her expression. After all, she'd been the one who had seduced David. It hadn't been the other way around. She'd been the one hungry for David's cock. She'd been the one who had dressed so sexily and had gone looking for him. He hadn't expected it. He'd been innocent. Everything had been her fault. It wasn't fair for her to blame David for her perverse desires, not fair at all.

"Let's go look," Burt said.

Sherry wondered what was so great about a van, but she was willing to go look. She knew how young people were. They were very proud of their things and loved to show them off. Burt must have been proud of the artwork on his van.

The four of them went straight to the back of the van. Burt opened it. Sherry blinked at the darkness inside. It took a few moments before her eyes became accustomed to the dark. The back of the van we done up in lush purple. Soft foam covered the floor and the walls.

It looked like a traveling whorehouse. Sherry felt her heart pounding as she started to realize that her first impression had been right. This had been a plan to get her into the back of the van.

"Get in," David said. "See how comfortable it is."

"I don't know if I should," Sherry said. "I think rye seen enough."

"Get in," David said. His voice was suddenly hard. Sherry gave him a haughty look and shook his hand away from her arm. Dirk might get away with the tough-guy routine but she felt like she could handle anything David tried. He didn't have the experience of his older brother.

"I don't think so," Sherry said icily.

He grabbed her and pushed her back. She fell off balance but not for long. She came up angry. She slapped his face hard, leaving the imprint of her four fingers across his cheek.

"Bitch," he said, rubbing his cheek. He looked shocked as if he didn't expect anything like this. Perhaps he had thought a little more of his prowess in the treehouse than she had. She pushed past him but he grabbed her arm again.

"If you don't let me go," Sherry said. "I'm going to kick the hell out of you."

He let her go. He knew he was beaten. For the first time Sherry felt as if she had really won a battle. At least she could handle the boys. She started back to the house.

"Sherry," David said. "I don't think Dirk's going to like knowing about you fucking me. Or Tim. Or any of the test of the people in town. I was just a little innocent boy and you took advantage!"

David had tried a bluff because it was the last thing he could think of. He had no intention of telling anyone else about what had happened in the treehouse. Tim and Dirk would only laugh. The rest of the town would think he was lying or bragging. Nobody would believe his stow. But he thought he might bluff her.