Sheri Frick - Lust Against Her Will

She thought of the afternoon when her mother had been out shopping, Tod had been playing ball and Nickie herself was alone in the house. The cable TV salesman had been most appreciative of the great wealth of Nickie so clearly visible above, below, around and through the damp towel she'd quickly wrapped around herself when she'd heard the door-bell from the shower. What was so amazing about him was the fantastic quantity of come he'd deposited in her willing cunt.

Yes, there was all of that for young, innocent looking Nickie to recall. But what she loved remembering most of all was her last visit to see her favorite cousin, Suzanne, and big, loud-mouthed, easy-going, generous Uncle Ernie.

She remembered her mixed emotions when her mother had first revealed the invitation from them to go and stay for a few days. Suzanne's house was in a wealthy Connecticut town, a bedroom community that was really a suburb of New York On the one hand, she didn't want to give up the sheer physical exuberance of her sexual adventures and exploits.

But on the other hand, she and Suzanne had always been close and it had been a while since they'd• spent any time together. Not to mention that she was hoping to be able to talk to Suzanne about her ‘achievements.'

And of course, somewhere deep in the back of her mind was the glint of an idea that maybe, just maybe, she would have a chance to demonstrate her newfound prowess with her absolutely fabulous cousin Frank.

She'd had a crush on Frank as long as she could remember. So did just about every other woman-and more than a few men Nickie suspected-who met him. He was good-looking, but that had never been his primary attraction. There was a certain aura of animal sensuality about Frank that promised…

A small smile spread across Nickie's lips, as she dozed. Tod saw it and wondered briefly what it was from, but he knew that as with everything else about his sister, sooner or later she would share it with him.

Yes, she remembered so well that visit.

Her mother had noticed that Nickie's development was rapidly making all of her present wardrobe obsolete. And the trip to Uncle Ernie's was an excuse to ‘pick up a few things.'

The two of them had spent the day shopping and having a good time, eating lunch out and enjoying the covert-and overt-stares of hungry male eye. For Nickie, it was the thrill of having grown, mature men give her the eye.

For her mother, a youthful, vital woman who didn't even look her thirty-two years, it was a double kick because more than once, she and Nickie were mistaken for sisters, rather than mother and daughter.

And the next day, her mother had driven her to the airport. Nickie had been looking forward to having good times with Suzanne and possibly an adventure and fantasy fulfillment with Frank.

She'd never expected what happened.

She'd never forget it either.

We'll be landing in a few minutes," began the syrupy voice of the stewardess on the plane's P.A. system.

With a sigh, Nickie listened to the litany about smoking and seat-belts and pleasant flights as she stretched her long legs out. She smiled to herself, remembering her own excitement when her mother had, announced the invitation from her Uncle Ernie to stay at their house for a few days.

She'd leapt up and hugged her mother with joy, then excitedly began packing. That afternoon, her mother had taken Nickie shopping ‘for a few things'-but as frequently happens, that had escalated.

Part of the proof of that was in the outfit Nickie wore on the plane. A micro-skirt cut high across her shapely thighs, a new pair of platform-heel shoes and a skinny rib-knit top that made wearing a brassiere totally out of the question.

Her smile changed as she remembered the eyes of the men in the terminal watching her. Their eyes had fastened on her graceful, sensual form and she barely suppressed a giggle at the thought of how those mature businessmen and airlines people would have been shocked had they known how young she really was.

The plane landed and the passengers began leaving the aircraft. Nickie had reached the fourth step when she spotted her Uncle Ernie's vast bulk and-could that beautiful girl be"Suzanne!" Nickie shouted and ran ahead of the other people.

Her cousin Suzanne had grown.

Laughing and giggling, the two girls caught each other in a happy embrace. They were friends, as well as relatives.

Turning to her uncle, Nickie said, "Thank you so much for letting me come!"

"Always glad to have you," Ernie chuckled. He had three chins and all three of them jiggled when he laughed. He bent to accept Nickie's hug, patting her pert ass paternally as she released him.

"If we hurry" he said, "We can beat the crowd at the baggage pick-up and be back home before Lisa. She has a summer job."

Nickie thought her uncle's smile was strange, but dismissed it as they hurried to the terminal building.

Alter forty minutes of Ernie's maniacal driving, they arrived at the huge, rambling house.

Suzanne's mother had died a few years before, just when Ernie's insurance brokerage business was starting to take off. Since then, except for rumors of drinking problems, Ernie had been thought of by the rest of the family as a perfect example of a widower father raising his children.

Quickly, the two girls unpacked Nickie's things in the guest bedroom, teasing and laughing over Nickie's new clothes-and the new sizes.

When the unpacking was completed, Nickie turned to Suzanne.

"Now, you have to tell me something."

Suzanne nodded.

"Is Frank, your brother, still as dreamy as ever?" Nickie began laughing at her own question.

Suzanne joined in the mirth. "Sure is-but he isn't home too much anymore."

Nickie questioned her with a look.

"He's got a lot of friends."

"Girlfriends, you mean," Nickie said and they broke into another fit of giggling.

"Hey you two gigglers!"

"What, Daddy?" Suzanne yelled down the hall.

"I'm going to the office in town for a little while. Can you two amuse yourselves while I'm gone-or will it ruin your day without the life of the party?"

"Oh, we'll think of something," Nickie called out.

"I'm sure you will," Ernie said. "Probably mischief."

"Oh, Daddy!"

"I'll be back in about an hour and a half."

"C'mon," Suzanne said when they heard the big car pull out of the drive. "Let's change into something cooler-and then I want to tell you how it happened."

"How what happened?" Nickie asked, rummaging through the dresser to find the skimpy little swimsuit she'd gotten the day before.

"Oh," Suzanne said nonchalantly, "just how I lost it."

"Suzanne," Nickie said, faking shock. "You don't mean-"

"Do you think it's that terrible?" Suzanne asked worriedly, afraid that her cousin Nickie had gotten suddenly prudish since the last time they'd seen each other.

"When did it happen?" Nickie demanded.

"April," Suzanne said. "Nickie, do you think it's so wrong?'

"It's horrible," Nickie answered, deadpan. "You beat me."

"Really?" Suzanne shrieked.

"Really," Nickie said.

They were speechless for a long moment-then collapsed in laughter together.

"Tell me-" they began simultaneously, and their laughter increased.

"You tell me first," Nickie said finally, pulling off her clothes till she was naked, except for a pair of wispy pink panties.

She turned and found Suzanne appraising her figure. The dark-haired girl crossed to her and said, "I've got a feeling Frank is going to be spending a lot more time at home for the next few days."

Nickie stepped past her cousin to the bed and dropped her swimsuit onto the bedspread, then turned back to Suzanne. "Oh? Why?"

Suzanne reached out one hand and gently cupped a breast. The nipple swelled at her touch. "That's why," she said.