Frank Brown: Two horny cousins

Penny grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the door. "Come on, honey. I think you've seen enough," she whispered.

As Penny led Fern down the hallway, Fern stared back toward the faint light coming from her parents' bedroom. As Penny carefully closed the door that led into the hallway, Fern heard a giggle come from her parents' bedroom. It was a dirty giggle, unlike any laugh Fern had ever heard from her mother.

That wasn't my mom, Fern thought. That was somebody else. Penny's just trying to trick me.

The noon sun glared down on the boardwalk, frying the sunbathers seated on benches along its length. The boardwalk at Daytona Beach was a couple of blocks long. At one end, an amusement park hummed with shooting galleries and with screaming people risking their lives on its rides. The northern end of the boardwalk was quieter, with a vacant and rarely used outdoor stage. Along the front edge of the boardwalk, those strolling or resting on the benches could look out over the two or three lanes of beach traffic between themselves and the gray-green surf.

It was low tide, the spring tourist season, and the beach was hopping. Fishermen cast their lines from the long pier that jutted out into the Atlantic. Teenagers playing with Frisbees dodged the beach traffic to make spectacular catches. Teens ran in and out of the surf, slapping their bare feet on the wet white sand.

The boardwalk area was the nucleus of tourist madness in Daytona Beach, and Fern had always avoided it, preferring her secluded dunes miles north of the city – had always avoided it, that is, until today. Today Penny had dragged her cousin down here. They'd ridden down on their bikes, pedaling endlessly down the hard-packed beach until they had finally arrived at the boardwalk. Now, Fern slumped on a bench, sweating and exhausted.

Penny sat next to her, brushing out her long hair. She tossed her head, and offered the brush to Fern. Fern took the brush and began untangling her own wind-blown hair.

"So many guys!" Penny said. "Just like I heard – guys everywhere. Oooh, look at the cock-bulge that one has!" She stood up to ogle a teen who had passed by.

"Sit down!" Fern said. "He might see you."

"That's what I'm hoping," Penny said. "What's wrong with you, anyway? How do you expect to get fucked if you don't show the hunks you're interested?"

"I thought we came down here to go on some rides. That's what you told my mom." Fern tore at her hair with the brush. "Ouch!"

"Careful, honey," Penny said. "You'll go from blond having fun to bald having no fun. What was I supposed to tell your mommy? Me and Fern are going out cock-hunting?" She chuckled. "Maybe I should have told her the truth. She probably would've come along. We could've got a ride down."

"Cut it out," Fern said. "So my parents do it. They're married. They're supposed to do it."

Fern hadn't slept much last night thinking about the scene in her parents' bedroom. She had sat up most of the night, reviewing the scene in her mind, while Penny had slept soundly beside her, an I-told-you-so smirk on her face.

The worst part of it all wasn't the vision of her parents fucking, however. The worst part was that the scene had turned her on. She couldn't get the image of her dad's huge cock out of her mind. And his balls – those fat swollen balls of his that had flogged her mom's ass as he fucked! Too much!

"Why do you get all red in the face every time I mention either one of your parents?" Penny asked.

"I don't," Fern said. "It's just that you have a dirty mind. Don't you ever think about anything but sex?"

"Not much else," Penny said. "Name me one thing better than a hot cock."

Fern tossed the brush back to Penny. "You're hopeless."

She leaned back, closing her eyes and letting the noises of the boardwalk fill her ears. Might as well be in the middle of a carnival midway, she thought – or out on a freeway. Oh, to be miles from here, up on her dunes! She would lie there relaxing in the sunshine. Nothing to worry her. She'd peek through the sea grasses and watch the surfers dress and undress. She'd watch them piss and jack off. And then she'd rub herself off, pretending they had fucked her.

"He likes you, honey!" Penny said excitedly.

Fern jumped. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. The sun was fierce.

"What?"

"That puppy likes you," Penny said. "Look at the way he's strutting around there, trying to show off."

A bare-chested teen in jeans and sandals was sauntering a short distance down the boardwalk, looking back over his shoulder. His dark eyes appeared to sparkle as his gaze met Fern's. Fern looked away.

"Of course, he's too young for me," Penny said. "I prefer them older – much older if possible."

Fern's heart was pounding hard. She felt herself flushing. Penny was right – that teen wanted her. She could tell by the look in his eyes. The boys in school often looked at her like that. She could tell they wanted her. But they couldn't have her. No-no way they could have her. She wasn't ready for fucking yet. Her pussy ached for cock, but she wasn't ready yet to be fucked.

And their cocks were so big, so hard. They'd rip her apart with their cocks – they'd split her in two. No, not yet.

Maybe she'd be ready after high school – or maybe after college. When she was married, she'd be ready to be fucked. Certainly, she would be ready then. She thought of her dad's monstrous cock ramming in and out of her mother's split-open cunt. How could her mother take that? How could any woman take that?

Penny shook her.

"Fern!" she whispered. "He's almost here again. Smile at him this time. He's hot. His prick's hard, sticking down the leg of his jeans."

Fern trembled. She tried to stop herself, but she couldn't stop trembling. She pushed away Penny's hand.

"Leave me alone," she said. "Just leave me alone."

"What's the matter?" Penny whispered. "Scared? Sure, you are. You're scared!" She laughed. "I'll fix that." She jumped up. "Hi there!"

"Hi!" the boy said.

"I'm Penny, and my girlfriend here is Fern." Penny grabbed Fern's arm and turned her around.

"Hello," Fern said, hardly able to hear her own voice.

She wondered if she'd spoken the word or had only mouthed it. She could sense the teen standing there in front of her, but she was looking past him, gazing at nothing.

"Hi!" the teen said. "I'm Pete."

"Hi, Pete," Penny said, and Fern said hello again too.

"Hey, Pete," Penny said, "you wouldn't mind keeping Fern company for about an hour, would you? I've got to meet somebody, and I hate to leave Fern here all alone. She's a tourist here and all."

"What?" Fern said.

"Just be quiet," Penny said, chuckling. "You didn't know about my little date, did you, honey? Well, Pete here will keep you company – won't you Pete, honey?"

"Well…" Pete said uncertainly.

"Good!" Penny said, tapping Pete on the cheek. "Good boy."

"But Penny, what about the…"

"Meet me back here in an hour or two," Penny yelled over her shoulder. She was already trotting away, her asscheeks nearly gyrating her bikini panties off, her tits bouncing like water-filled balloons.

"But…" Fern tried to protest one last time. But Penny was gone.

"Where you from?" the teen asked.

Fern looked at him directly for the first time. She was still trembling, but not quite so hard. "North of Ormond," she said. "Penny's the tourist – from Chicago. She likes to bullshit people."

"Oh," the teen said. He was trembling slightly himself. He puffed up his chest and sucked in his already tiny waist.

Cute, Fern thought, the way he's trying to look like Tarzan. And she thought his brown eyes were cute too. His eyes matched his hair, and it hung to his shoulders in back and to his eyebrows in front.