Beg? Me? I don’t think so. Quickly, I rolled over, trapping my cousin beneath me with a yelp.
“Hey!” Sarah cried, her dark brown eyes round with shock.
“Beg?” I leered, trapping her hands above her head. “What makes you think I should beg?”
“Please, John,” she struggled in my grasp, her dumpling-size breasts quivering. “You’re hurting me.”
“And I thought you were going to torture me,” I grinned.
“I just wanted to get a rise out of you, John,” Sarah smiled sheepishly. “Honest.”
“Oh, you got a rise all right. Just not the one you intended.” I stood up, yanking my cousin to her feet. Lifting her hands above her head, I grasped the front of her glossy black swimsuit and wrenched it away from her slim body, dropping the wet spandex about her feet.
Sarah pulled away from me, trying to shake free from my grip.
“Not yet, coz,” I laughed, dragging the little tart behind me. Sitting down on one of the deck chairs, I bent the brunette over my lap.
“Now,” I said, lightly running my free hand over her firm, trembling buttocks. “How may should there be for flashing me?”
“Er, one,” Sarah said timidly, tensing in my grasp.
“One hundred?” my eyebrows rose.
“No!” she cried.
“Too late,” I chuckled, slamming my hand into her backside with a loud crack.
“Aaaagh!” Sarah screamed.
“Don’t forget to count,” I smiled nastily, striking quickly. Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Aaaagh! F-four,” she stammered, panting. “That was four!”
“That was once,” I corrected her. “Your count starts at one.”
“Wha – Aaaagh!” Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Are you going to start counting or not?” I teased my cousin.
“P-please,” Sarah whimpered, small tears dripping from her dark brown eyes. “I’ll be good, John. I really will. Just – just please stop.”
“I don’t know,” I patted her red, throbbing bottom. “I could do this all day.”
“Please,” she sobbed. “No more!”
“Will you stop teasing me?” I said, running my fingers along her crack and down between her legs.
“Y-yes!” my cousin cried, jerking as my fingers tickled her labia.
“Most excellent!” I said gleefully, jamming two fingers into her tight, slick twat.
“Oh, yes!” Sarah exalted, arching her back and thrusting out her small breasts.
“Someone wants a good fucking, I see.”
“Please, oh, please, John, do me,” she pleaded. “I need you in me, oh, so badly.”
“Tomorrow’s your birthday,” I suggested. “Could you wait another day?”
“I guess so,” Sarah said mournfully. “What’s another day? It’ll be a year tomorrow that I started to want you.”
“Only me?” I teased, pinching her thick clit.
“Yes!” the dark brown-eyed girl squealed in delight. “Only you. I’ve wanted you to make me a woman since I saw you last summer. No one, not even my best friend Amy, has touched me the way I want you.”
“Well,” I said, lifting my cousin to a sitting position on my bare lap. “You be good and you’ll get a nice, hard birthday present tomorrow, okay?”
“Thanks, John,” Sarah grinned, throwing her arms around me and pressing her chest into mine.
“But,” she whispered into my ear, a slight tremble to her voice. “Will I be your first?” |