Frank Brown: Two horny cousins

"Get down!" Fern said. "They'll see you!" Penny giggled and eased herself back down onto the beach blanket.

"So what? So they see me! What do you think they'd rather get – an eyeful of saltwater or an eyeful of tits and ass?"

"You have a dirty mind," Fern said, parting the tall sea grasses and looking down on the beach below. From up here on top of the dunes, she could see up and down the beach for miles. To the north, she could see the pier at Flagler Beach, and to the south, the Ormond Beach Pier. And beyond both piers, far beyond both piers, she could see to where the Atlantic coastline dissolved in curtains of sea mist.

"Are they looking?" Penny asked.

"No, they're not looking, thank God! If they were, I'd be putting on my bikini faster than one of them falls off his board."

"Oh, sure you would!" Penny said, and she reached over and pinched Fern's hanging left tit – right on the nipple.

"Ouch!" Fern fell forward. She reached underneath her chest and rubbed her injured nipple. It stung terribly, as if some vicious sea crab had nabbed it with pincers. She kicked at Penny, trying to claw her sadistic cousin with her toenails, but Penny rolled off the blanket laughing.

"Sorry," Penny said, "but I just couldn't resist. It was hanging there so pretty and pink just dying for a love-pinch."

"Love-pinch, my ass!"

"If you insist," Penny said, and before Fern knew what was happening, Penny darted her hand at Fern's exposed ass and pinched it even harder than she had pinched her nipple.

"Damn you!" Fern said, and she kicked out viciously.

Penny escaped again, rolling in the sand and holding her gut from laughter.

"Shh! Not so loud," she said. "They might hear us." And she laughed even harder.

Fern lay on her side, rubbing her pinched asscheek. She couldn't quite see where Penny had pinched her, but she was positive that the spot had already turned black and blue.

"I wish they'd hear us," Fern said. "I'd love to see them come up here and take care of you."

Penny smiled wickedly. "They'd take care of you, too."

"I'd run away," Fern said. "Then I'd sneak back and hide in the sea grass, and I'd watch them take care of you."

"Mmm! Heaven!" Penny said. "I'd love it."

"That's what you say now," Fern said.

"That's what I'd say then, too."

"They're mean. Daytona boys are tough. And the surfers are the toughest." Fern wasn't sure about her statements, but they sounded good.

Penny rolled her eyes and sighed. "Mmm! Just how I like 'em – mean and tough. I can handle it honey."

Fern wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue at her cousin. Penny was a hopeless case. Whatever Fern said, Penny knew better. Typical Chicago girl, Fern thought, and she thanked God she'd gotten out of that city before she'd turned into a smart-mouthed Chicago girl herself.

Penny smiled triumphantly and slipped back onto the blanket. Before Fern could resist, Penny threw her arm over her cousin's shoulder and pulled her close.

"Sorry," Penny said. "Forgive me?" And she kissed Fern on the nose.

"I suppose," Fern said, resting her chin on her hands and pretending to relax.

But she wasn't relaxing. She was tense, coiled up inside, ready to spring on Penny if she should try anything funny again. She was half hoping Penny would make a move. She'd be ready for her this time.

"Good," Penny said, parting the sea grasses and looking out over the scene below.

Warily, Fern looked out with her. The Atlantic was green today, and glittering with sun. A half-dozen young surfers bobbed up and down in the surf, each waiting for his own personal wave. The boys looked like shiny bronze birds way out there perched on their boards of yellow, blue, white, green, red.

Surfers had always fascinated Fern, the way they sat out thereon the ocean all day long and played with the waves. She guessed that the surfers fascinated her as much as the waves fascinated the surfers.

"Hunky," Penny said, as one of the surfers got up on his board and weaved his way along the curl, of a wave. "Look at all those muscles. Mm! Love to get my teeth into him!"

I bet you would, Fern thought. You'd chew him up like a lioness.

"Think he's got a big one?" Penny asked.

"How would I know?" Fern said.

"Just thought you might have seen it, honey."

"I might have," Fern said. "But then, they all look about the same to me."

"Not if you look at them close," Penny said, glancing at Fern smugly.

It was as if Penny knew, as if she knew that Fern had never seen a cock up close. Lord, if Fern told the truth, she'd never hear the end of it.

She could just hear Penny back in Chicago: "You wouldn't believe my cousin down there in Florida. Listen to this girls – my cousin is a teenager and she's never been fucked! Can you believe it? A virgin! And, get this – she's never even seen a cock up close. She spies on the surfers from up on top of her sand dune, watches them change clothes down below. Occasionally she sees a cock, but from that distance she can't tell whether the cockhead's skin-headed or cut."

"Close up, they all have big ones," Fern said.

"You don't say?" Penny said. "Oooh, I just can't wait to see those hunks get down here and slide out of those wet shorts. Are they about ready to hang up the surfing, honey?"

"How would I know?" Fern said. "Some o' them surf until dark. They don't all parade out of the water at once. And a lot of them don't even change clothes down there in the bushes."

"Maybe none of them do," Penny said. "Maybe you've made the whole thing up. Maybe I'll have to stand up again and jiggle my tits to attract their attention."

"Don't you dare!" Fern said, and she regretted that she'd ever brought Penny here to her secret sunbathing spot. If the surfers ever found out about her spying on them she'd never feel safe up here again.

Penny smiled wickedly, then looked back at the ocean.

Fern turned her eyes back toward the glittering green, toward the bronze gull-like boys bouncing on the water. She gazed out at them, thinking. The sunny ocean, the salt breeze, the cries of seagulls and boys – these always lulled her into thoughts and daydreams. She thought now, especially about Penny.

Penny reminded her a lot of a witch. Not of a haggard old witch on a broomstick, but of a ruby-lipped, ruby-clawed witch who could make a Playboy centerfold.

Penny had those glittering raisin eyes, those gleaming white teeth, that black hair as silky as a black widow's web – that hair that hung nearly to her ass. And what an ass! And what tits! Penny was built as well as any seductress Fern had ever seen in her father's Playboys, but unlike those Playboy girls, Fern was only a year older than herself.

Fern wondered whether in another six months or so she would develop a figure as super as Penny's.

Her own figure wasn't bad. Her tits were as big as any tits in her gym class, and bigger than most. She had a skinny waist and a nicely rounded ass. Her tan was good, her smooth skin coated with a fuzzy golden down that glittered in the sunlight. And she was pretty, with green eyes and fine blond hair. Her hair wasn't as long as Penny's, reaching to a few inches above her waist, but if she let it grow for a few months it would be just as long.

Maybe Penny kept picking on her because Penny was jealous of her blond hair. The first thing Penny had said when Fern and her parents had picked Penny up at the Daytona Beach Airport three days ago was, "Love your hair, Fern." Then later, when she and Penny had been alone, Penny had said: "Do blonds really have more fun, honey? We'll have to see about that."

Well, Penny seemed not only to be seeing about it, but seeing to it, seeing to it that Fern did not have more fun. After three days of Penny's smart mouth and her sadistic little shenanigans, Fern was having less fun than she'd had in a long time, and she couldn't wait to ship Penny back to Chicago.