Frank Brown: Two horny cousins

"Want some beer?" the teen asked. "My brother's got some up in his van."

"Well…" Fern wavered.

She wanted to tell him that she didn't drink. At least, her parents had never allowed her to drink. But before she could tell him so, the teen was pulling her up by the hand.

"Come on," he said. "It's parked about a block from here, up on the street. My brother works one of the concessions. We'll have the van all to ourselves."

She silently accompanied Pete to his parked van.

The beer was bitter, but for some reason Fern liked it, and by the time she'd finished her can of beer she felt funny inside – loose, bubbly. She giggled for no reason at all.

"Want some more?" Pete asked. His teeth were very white.

"Sure," Fern said. The teen popped open another can of Old Milwaukee and handed it to her. Fern enjoyed the way the little puff of beer mist sprayed from the can as the teen popped off the tab. The van seemed to fill with the scent of it. Fern raised the cold, sweaty beer can to her lips and drank some more.

The teen eyed her, matching each of her swigs of beer with one of his own. His dark eyes appeared to flicker, as if small fires had been built behind them. In the soft golden light of the van, his brown hair took on a bleached blond hue.

The rear compartment of the van where the two of them sat drinking was upholstered in thick red carpet. Thin yellow curtains covered the windows on all sides, allowing plenty of light through while insuring privacy. A foam rubber mattress covered with a soft beach blanket padded the floor of the van.

Fern felt secure, almost as secure as she felt in her secret nest on the sand dunes. She liked being with this boy. He was cute, and she loved the smell of him – sweaty, like a man.

The teen finished his beer and unstrapped his sandals. His feet were very brown, almost browner than his bare torso, as brown as his short nose, as brown as his big hands. He unsnapped his jeans and unzipped them. Fern could see a few curls of dark pubic hair.

"Mind if I take off these jeans?" the teen asked. "They're hot." He lifted his ass and began wriggling out of them.

"No," Fern said.

She was watching him with utter fascination. The teen appeared to be moving in slow motion, and so gracefully. Fern giggled, feeling all ticklish inside.

The boy's prick popped out and snapped up hard against his brown belly. It stood there, pointing straight up in the air and twitching. His prick looked incredibly long, the purplish cockhead tapping above the boy's navel, the thick root of it sweeping down into the boy's swollen ball-sac. Fern had, never seen a prick this close up before. It looked bigger, harder, and smoother than she had imagined any prick would be. She wanted to touch it – but at the same time, she wanted to jump out of the van and run away.

The teen dropped his jeans and sat there cross-legged, watching her. "More beer?"

"No thanks," Fern said, setting down her empty can. "I think I've had enough." Her words came out slowly, like stretched bubble gum. She had to laugh.

The teen laughed too. Then, his face turned funny, more serious.

"Ain't you hot in that bikini? Must be ninety degrees in here. Why don't you take it off and cool off?" His voice trembled ever so slightly.

Fern giggled. "I don't think I should do that. I think Penny's waiting for me. Better go." Again, her words came out all stretched and funny-sounding.

"She said an hour or two," the teen said. "We ain't been here more than fifteen minutes. We got plenty of time. Come on, take off your hot clothes." He showed his white teeth.

Fern giggled again. She really didn't want to giggle, but she felt those tickling sensations inside her skin.

"I'd better not. I'm not that hot."

"Sure you are," the teen insisted. "You've got sweat dripping off your nose." His voice trembled more now. His cock tapped against his stomach like an impatient foot tapping the floor. Fern watched his cock with fascination and a mounting uneasiness. The arrow-shaped cockhead appeared to be swelling like a balloon. Thick veins puffed out along the cockshaft. The boy's nuts rolled slowly in their sac.

"Here, let me help you," the teen said, and his hot paw fell an her shoulder, clawing at her bikini strap.

Fern jumped as if she'd been branded. "Leave me alone!"

The teen jerked his hand away. "I was just trying to help." His voice came out weak, almost a whimper.

Fern sat there, fuming and rubbing her shoulder. The teen looked like a frightened puppy – a puppy, that's what Penny called a younger boy. Fern could see why now. He looked like a puppy that had just been hit with a rolled-up newspaper for pissing on the furniture.

She began to laugh. The teen frowned, looking even more terrified. Fern laughed harder. She held her belly.

"What's wrong?" the teen said. "I don't get it."

Fern roared, rolling on the mattress, hugging her cramping belly. Her laughter came out in slow motion. She rolled in slow motion, feeling dizzy. She was drunk, crazy drunk. This seemed hilarious.

The teen fell on her. His naked body was hot as a furnace, twice as hot as Penny's body had been yesterday. The teen was hard, all bone and muscle. And his cock throbbed against her belly like a red-hot steel pipe. His breath reeked of beer. His teeth were sharp. She could feel his heart like a pounding fist against her breast.

"I want you," the teen muttered. "I wanna feel you naked. I gotta!"

His hard knuckles ground at her spine as he fumbled to untie her bikini top. He was strong for his size, lifting Fern's torso as if she weighed nothing. The bikini top came loose and he ripped it off her tits.

"Ohh, man!"

Fern's tits felt like quivering jelly mounds as they fell free of the bikini cups. She felt shamefully naked. The teen filled his hands with her tits, squeezing and rubbing them. Corkscrews of pleasure shot through her tit flesh. Her cunt contracted. She felt herself melting, going helplessly limp.

"Don't," she muttered weakly, drunkenly. "Don't, Pete. Please let me go." She pushed at his head as a token gesture of resistance, but she knew she was helpless – weak, very weak.

The teen got his hot fingers under her panties and began tugging them down her legs, whispering and muttering to himself in a way that sounded drunk. His flushed cockshaft stuck to his belly as if glued, quivering crazily. A few drops of thick clear liquid oozed down over the back of the cockhead.

He yanked the panties off over Fern's feet, making Fern gasp at her complete nakedness. Na boy, no man had ever seen her completely naked before, at least not since she'd sprouted tits and cunt hair. She clamped her thighs shut, giggling out of embarrassment.

"You're pretty," the teen said, staring at her. He looked her naked body up and down, swallowing hard. "Let me fuck you."

Fern shook her head, still giggling involuntarily. "I don't wanna," she said. "It'll hurt. Your cock is so big."

"No it won't," the teen said. "It'll feel real good. That's what a prick's for – fucking. And that's what a cunt's for, too." He tried to pry her legs apart. "Come on, let me in."

Fern tightened her legs. "It'll hurt. Leave me alone."

The teen looked at her as if he were about to cry. "Come on, Fern. My prick aches. It's gonna split open if I can't fuck you."

"Then let it," Fern said. "Better than splitting open my cunt." She laughed, but she felt uneasy.

The teen crawled up over her, straddling her, sitting lightly on her belly. He was going to beat her up – Fern just knew it. That's what guys did before they raped you – beat you up. The teen grabbed her hand and guided it to his cock.

"Feel it," he said. "See how hot my cock is? See the way it's jumping? My prick aches, Fern. It wants to fuck."