Message-ID: <19837eli$9902100431@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: al_steiner@hotmail.com Subject: REPOST--Becky2 (fm,cousins) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <79rbe0$rit$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Again, feel free to archive or use in any other manner you see fit. But please don’t change the text or omit the author’s name. E-mail comments or criticism to al_steiner@hotmail.com Al. BECKY (CHAPTER TWO) By Al Steiner The day after she’d jacked me off to orgasm, I didn’t have a chance to be alone with her until well after lunch. We had our morning chores to do and our mandatory bible study period, all performed with the oversight of Uncle John, who sat at his desk for the most part, preparing his sermon for the following Sunday. I was nervous, ashamed, uncertain, a variety of emotions assaulting me throughout the morning. I could not get a read on how Becky felt about what had happened between us. Her demeanor around the house, in the presence of her parents, was cool and emotionless, as it always was. Did she hate me? Would she never talk to me again? Finally, after the last lunch dish was put away and after the kitchen table was wiped and after the kitchen floor was swept and mopped, she turned to me, offering a slight smile. “You ready to go for our ride?” She asked. I looked at her face, which was still devoid of emotion. Becky would make a good poker player. “Sure.” I answered. “Let me go get my hat.” California’s Central Valley is a miserable place to be in August. During my three-week stay in Wheaton, the lowest daytime high temperature we experienced was 94 degrees. That was a particularly cool day. The average was closer to 98 and there had been two days where the mercury had peaked at 104. I was from Seattle where the hottest summer day rarely got much above 80 degrees and though I’d been to Wheaton before it had always been around Christmas when the weather was pretty much the same as Seattle’s. I had never experienced oppressive heat like that before. It sapped the strength right out of you, leaving you drained and headachy. Becky had found it necessary to teach me basic heat precautions when we began having our daily rides; knowledge that the valley residents apparently were taught from birth. I had been completely unaware that this sort of heat could make you very sick or even kill you if you weren’t careful. She taught me to always wear light colored clothes; shorts and white T-shirts were the best. She taught me to always wear a hat while exposed to the sun, explaining that it’s glare on my unprotected skull could fry my brains. She taught me to always take water or Gatorade along and to drink it frequently, before thirst established itself. And, most important of all, she taught me to always wear some sort of sunscreen when I went outside in the sun for more than forty minutes after 11:00 in the morning. She’d punctuated this last instruction with a horror story of the time, when she was twelve, that she’d neglected to do this and had received a second degree sunburn on her shoulders and neck which had blistered and eventually resulted in an overnight stay at Wheaton Memorial Hospital for rehydration and pain control. But Becky, being Becky, was able to find a bright spot even in that. “They gave me some Demerol in my IV.” She told me, nostalgia in her eyes. “Talk about a killer high.” Our normal routine was to apply the sunblock to our bodies in the kitchen, covering all exposed areas of skin before we went out to saddle the horses. Today, however, when I opened the pantry to get the family size bottle of sunblock that usually sat there, it was gone. I turned to Becky, who was behind me, to see if she’d already retrieved it. She had her backpack in her hands but no bottle of sunblock. I opened my mouth to ask her where it was and she held her finger to her lips, hushing me. “We’re going out for our ride now Daddy.” Becky called towards the living room where Uncle John was still copying passages out of his large, leather-bound bible. “Okay.” He said absently. “Have fun. Did you two put on your sunscreen?” “Yes Daddy.” She lied, causing me to raise my eyebrows. What the hell was she doing? Did she want to get me sunburned so I could experience the killer high of Demerol also? It seemed a high price to pay. I gave her a questioning look but she just nodded towards the door that led outside. She opened it and stepped out into the afternoon heat. I followed her, closing the door behind me. As we walked towards the barn I asked her why we hadn’t put our sunblock on. She glanced over her shoulder nervously, her eyes probing the windows of the house. “Because.” She told me. “I thought it might be kind of fun to, you know, put it on each other.” She smiled a little. “Just to make sure we don’t miss any spots.” Apparently she wasn’t mad about what had happened the previous night. It sounded like she wanted to do more. My dick began hardening already at her words. “Good idea.” I told her, deadpan. “We wouldn’t want to miss any spots now, would we?” As we saddled up the two horses, she asked me, “Kevin, you’re not, uh, mad or anything about what we did last night, are you?” I looked at her, a sexy fourteen year old dressed in cotton shorts and a Central Valley Bible Camp T-shirt. Her breasts swelled the shirt nicely, stretching the blue letters and curving the fish emblem. I could see that her nipples were hard, visible through her bra and the shirt. I remembered what those breasts had looked like, had felt like last night and I felt dizzy all over with anticipation of seeing/feeling them again. “No.” I shook my head. “I liked it Becky. I liked it a lot. I was wondering if YOU were mad at ME.” She smiled. “No.” She told me. “I’d never been so turned on in my life as I was last night. Not even with Mary Ann.” She dropped her voice a little. “I played with myself last night after I went to bed. I thought about what we did and rubbed myself off and I came SO hard, I almost screamed.” “Oh God.” I moaned, feeling myself pulsating in my pants. I’d never known before that mere words could almost make you shoot in your pants. She fastened the last hitch on her saddle and then came over to help me; I would never be as fast as she would in many ways. “Let’s do it.” She told me when David’s horse was saddled. “Right.” I replied, leading the mare out of the barn. We climbed aboard and lit off towards the stream and privacy. Uncle John was standing on the porch as we trotted off. He raised his hand towards us. We raised ours in return, not slowing. The ride to the stream took about twenty minutes. We talked little on the way, each lost in our own thoughts. Our clearing, as I’d come to think of it, consisted of a slow-moving portion of the stream surrounded by towering oak and willow trees. It was nicely shaded, meaning the temperature stayed in the low nineties, and the water was warm and deep enough to swim in. We had never done any swimming though, Uncle John would no more have let us go off by ourselves with bathing suits than he would have let us fire up the Pepsi can bong in church. The ground at the streambed was soft dirt with patches of wild grass here and there. We dismounted the horses and allowed them to walk to the stream to rehydrate themselves. Becky reached in her saddlebag and withdrew a blanket, which she tossed onto the ground by one of the oak trees. I licked my lips nervously as she did this. She’d never brought a blanket before. I wondered just how far things might lead today; something I’d not considered before. Vaguely I realized that she was my cousin and that we should not be doing things sexual to each other, that it was wrong, but these thoughts had no force behind them. The reality and availability of Becky drove them far into the back of my mind. She was a willing female and I was a horny teenager. The big head was shot down by the little one without even a token battle. She sat down on the blanket and patted the ground next to her, smiling. I’d always sat next to her before without so much as a second thought but this time it felt as if I was crossing over some invisible line, that a conscious decision was required. I hesitated for a second and then sat next to her. She opened her backpack and withdrew a can of Pepsi and the baggie. “First things first.” She said, popping open the can and then upending it on the ground next to her. We smoked a little more than we usually did, passing the can back and forth and making mundane conversation, much of which I can not even remember now. Finally, when we were both well into the stratosphere, she crumpled up the can and tossed it into a thick bramble of bushes. She stowed her pot back in her pack and removed the bottle of sun block. Her eyes were twinkling. “Would you mind putting the lotion on me now?” She asked softly. I shook my head, my mouth too dry to speak, and took the offered bottle of lotion. She spun around on the blanket, so her back was facing me, and lifted the hair off of the back of her neck. “Better start here.” She said. I squeezed a few dabs of the greasy liquid into my palm and then placed it on the back of her neck. Softly, I began rubbing it in, sliding my hands in little circles. Her skin was soft and sensual, especially with the added lubrication of the sunblock. Her hair was silky against my palm, tickling the back of my hand. I dipped slightly below her shirt, onto her shoulders and upper back, feeling the strap of her bra at the far reach of my probing. When she was well greased in this area, she spun around, facing me. She spread her legs, draping her thighs over mine and sliding closer to me, so that her face was only inches from mine and so her boobs were nearly touching my chest. My breathing had quickened as I felt her nearness, as I felt the soft skin of her upper thighs meshing with mine. Becky was breathing faster also, her face flushed. Her boobs heaved up and down softly with the ebb and flow of her respiration. “Do the front of my neck.” She told me. “And then you can do my legs.” I nodded, speechless, cognizant of the painful erection in my shorts. Quickly I greased her neck, forehead, face. She smiled dreamily at my caresses, enjoying them, closing her eyes as I massaged the liquid into her skin. I then squeezed a generous portion onto my palm and, reaching slightly behind me, dropped my hand to the calf of her right leg, just above her sock. She opened her eyes again, looking at my face as I began rubbing the lotion into her calf, her knee, and her thigh. Her legs were well muscled, not the least bit flabby, and they were smooth, soft, feminine. They twitched a little as I rubbed them, sliding closer and closer to the edge of her shorts. Looking down I could see a small hint of white peeking out from beneath the legband of her shorts. Her panties, I suspected. An actual pair of female panties that were actually covering a human vagina. And I was seeing it! “Your hands are nice.” Becky told me in a whisper. “I like the way you touch me.” “So are your legs.” I returned. She looked down at my rubbing hand, which was less than half an inch away from the crotch of her shorts. Her skin here was as soft as anything I’d ever felt before and I was entranced. “Do you want to feel my pussy?” She asked quietly, her voice breaking. I took a deep, involuntary breath in. “Yes.” I told her. “Can I?” She nodded, reaching down to the button on her shorts and unfastening it. She slipped the zipper down, revealing the white face of her panties in the gap that had been created. She scooted backwards, her legs dropping off of mine and coming together. The bottle of sunblock fell from my trembling hands as she raised her hips and slid off her shorts and panties. She tossed them aside and slid back into her previous position, spreading her legs and allowing me to gaze upon her most secret spot. She had a nest of black hair there, kinky, very similar to that on my own crotch. A pair of red pink lips showed faintly in the middle of the nest. They were swollen and puffy, giving off a sharp, musty odor. “Touch me.” She said. “Put your hands on me. Feel me.” I put my left hand between her legs and lightly touched her vaginal lips with my middle finger. They were soft, slippery, and very wet. The tip of my finger slid easily between them to the first knuckle. I moved my finger up and down a few times, smearing the moisture around and causing Becky to sigh. She put her head forward, resting it on my shoulder. Her arms went around my back. “Slide it all the way in.” She told me. I did this, finding the passage unimpeded. Her muscles gripped me in a twitchy, excited manner. Becky began to pant a little. “That feels so good.” She told me. “Move it in and out.” I began to pump her slowly at first and then picking up speed as she became more excited. She pulled her head off of my shoulder and stared into my eyes. I gazed back for a moment and then our mouths came together in a kiss. We kissed each other’s lips for a moment and then began probing with tongues, tentatively at first but we quickly evolved into a full-blown, sloppy, slurping French kiss. Her hips began to thrust against my hands, meeting my probing hand. Her odor grew stronger, rising around us, enveloping us, and making my head spin. My free hand slid up beneath her shirt, forcing it’s way beneath the bra-cup of her right breast. I began to knead and caress it. One of her hands dropped into my lap and began undoing the button on my shorts. She slid the zipper down and put her hand inside, fishing around through my underwear for a minute and finally closing around the bare skin of my cock. “Mmmmmm.” I moaned as she fondled me. “Ohh God,” She muttered around my lips. “Cock feels so FUCKING good.” She suddenly broke our kiss, pulling her face back, looking at my face with lustful eyes. “Can I suck you?” She asked. “Huh?” I answered, thinking I must have misunderstood her. Surely she wasn’t offering to suck my dick. Girls didn’t really do things like that. “I want to suck your cock.” She said. “I want to make you come with my mouth. Can I? Oh please? Let me?” “Sure.” I answered finally, my mind on overload. “Take off your shorts.” She said, scooting backwards again and giving me room. My finger slipped out of her with a wet slurp as she did so. It was soaked with her secretions. I repeated the motions that she’d made just a few minutes before, tossing my shorts over with hers. My dick was once again hanging in the air for her perusal. There was less embarrassment this time and more excitement. She’d already seen it and approved of it. She was now going to make one of my fantasies come true and suck on it. Would she let me come in her mouth? “Lay down.” Becky told me, pushing gently with her hand. I went to my back on the blanket and felt her grasping my cock once again. She stared at it for a minute, jacking it softly with her hand. Finally she gave me a last smile and lowered her head, taking it into her mouth. I felt myself swallowed into a warm, teasing, wetness. Her tongue swirled around the head, her mouth sucking gently upon me. I could barely breath, it felt so good. My hips thrust upward with each of her downthrusts. Her free hand glided over my legs, feeling them, up to my hips, and finally into my crotch where they cupped my balls gently. She felt the texture of them as she continued to suck. Her mouth began dropping further down my shaft, taking more and more of me into her mouth. Her hand flattened out around the base, giving her face room to work. She made excited little grunts and groans as she ministered to me. Finally, I could take no more. Orgasm was not just approaching, but was attacking. “Becky.” I moaned. “I’m gonna come.” “Mmmmm.” She said, redoubling her efforts. The spasms slammed into me once again and I began to spurt what felt like gallons of semen. Becky never took her mouth off of me for a second, she continued to suck, her mouth and throat working like mad as she swallowed it down. I groaned loudly, in ecstasy. Finally, when I was satiated, she pulled her mouth off of me, my deflated dick popping from between her lips. There wasn’t a drop of semen left on it but it glistened with her saliva. She licked her lips slowly, seeming to analyze the taste. “That wasn’t bad.” She said. “It wasn’t bad at all.” She looked at me. “Did you like it?” “Uhhhh.” I groaned, still incapable of speech. She sat up again, spreading her legs out obscenely before her. “Did you like the feel of my pussy?” She asked. I nodded. “Yeah.” “I’m so horny right now.” She told me. She dropped her right hand down between her legs and, to my astonishment, began to masturbate herself. Her fingers made a wet, squishing sound as they swirled around and around the top of her slit. “I’ve just gotta come.” She told me. “I’m gonna bust if I don’t.” I stared at this most erotic sight, my dick already beginning to harden again. Even through my haze, I’d caught her hint. “Can I help?” I asked. “Do you want to eat me?” She asked pointedly. “Like Mary Ann does?” I took a deep breath, wondering if I could do it, if I could put my face in her pussy and lick her. The more I thought about it however, and the more I inhaled the thick, sensual odor of her rising into the hot air around me, the more appeal the idea had. I nodded. “Tell me how to do it.” “Put your mouth on me and lick between the lips.” She said. “That’s the best way to start.” I moved forward, lying on my stomach, my head between her spread thighs. Her pussy was now only inches in front of me. I stared at it, memorizing its lines and folds. To this day I can still picture it perfectly in my mind. It was beautiful, the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen before. I dipped forward and stuck out my tongue, bringing it gently between her lips. The taste was tart but pleasant, filling my nostrils and tastebuds with sensation. I drove my tongue into her, bringing my hands up to grip her thighs. “Yess.” She sighed. “Just like that. Keep doing that.” I licked and slurped, running my tongue from top to bottom and then thrusting inside. After a minute she told me to start sucking the small bump on top. I locked my lips around it and began suckling. Her groans grew louder, her hips thrusting into my face. “Yess, yess, yess.” She moaned, her hands pulling me tight against her, her legs now wrapped around my back. I sucked harder and suddenly she began to thrust uncontrollably and to pant. “Oh god.” She breathed. “You’re making me come! Keep it up! Don’t stop! Oh God!” Her legs tightened around my back and she let out a yell, her pubic area mashing repeatedly and rapidly into my face, smearing her wetness all over it. Finally her vocalizations petered out and the thrusting slowed to a stop. “God Kevin,” She told me, pulling my face upward by the hair. “That was great! Come here and kiss me.” She pulled me upward and my body slid on top of her. Our chests, still covered with our shirts and her bra, were pressing together. My naked legs were atop hers for a moment and then she opened them, allowing me to fall neatly between them. I felt my still wet, once again hard dick pressing against her mound of pubic hair. Her mouth found mine and we began kissing madly, our tongues swirling together on a film of saliva. I could taste myself in her mouth, as I’m sure she could in mine, but it wasn’t gross, it was sexy. I sucked her tongue, nipping at it and she sucked my lower lip, making it swell. My cock, meanwhile, had been sliding around in her crotch, the head tickled by her hair, until it found itself pressed against smooth wetness. Involuntarily I pushed my hips forward a little and the head slid between her lips. She gasped as she felt this, instantly breaking the kiss, staring into my eyes. Seeing her expression, I stopped instantly. “You’re fucking me.” She said wonderingly. “Sorry.” I muttered, scared, terrified that I’d gone too far. I pulled myself out of her and was about to climb off but was stopped by her hands on my butt, pulling me back down. “I like it.” She said. “I WANT you to fuck me. Put it all the way in. Not just the head, but the whole thing.” “Are you sure?” I asked, indecisive. “Yes!” She nearly yelled. “I want you to! I want to feel it!” She pulled sharply on my ass and my dick slid between her lips once again. They were soft and pliable but very tight. I found myself unable to penetrate any further. I pushed, forcing myself in another half an inch but the pressure became painful. I slid out a little and then pushed forward again, sinking a little further. “Ohhh.” Becky moaned. “C’mon, put it all the way in.” “I’m trying.” I gasped, thrusting forward again. This time I sank all the way to the hilt, feeling my pubic hair meeting hers. A warm sheath, a pulsating, alive muscle, was now gripping my dick. It felt wonderful, exquisite. I found myself groaning also. “Yes.” Becky said, thrusting her hips back at me. “Fuck me now. Start moving.” I slowly withdrew and then pushed forward again, the sensation sending chills throughout my body. I did it again, and again, moving faster, thrusting harder. Becky’s hips began to rise up to meet mine. The friction became looser as she adjusted to me, allowing me to vary my tempo. Her arms slid up and down my back, up and down my arms. She kissed my neck, sucking gently from place to place as she moaned. I snaked a hand beneath her shirt again, probing until I found her breast which I began squeezing, a little firmer than I had before, but Becky didn’t seem to mind. Her mouth locked onto mine again. Shortly after, she began to hitch and groan, throwing her head back as another orgasm overtook her. The spasms of her pussy during this brought my own orgasm close to the surface. My hips began to thrust spasmodically, driving into her. “Wait!” She yelled, just before the point of no return. Her hands landed on my shoulders, pushing at me. Confused, I stopped my thrusts, shame rising up to my head. I figured that she’d had a change of heart, that she decided that she didn’t really want to screw me. She’d sure picked a hell of a time to come to that conclusion. She pushed me off of her, sliding out from beneath me. “You can’t come in me.” She said, her face dripping sweat. “I can’t get pregnant.” Understanding finally hit me. Of course! Girls got pregnant from this act! That was, in fact, it’s purpose. What in the hell was I doing? How would we explain it if Becky turned up pregnant? “I’m sorry.” She breathed, panting still. “Believe me, there isn’t anything else in the world I would rather feel right now than you coming inside of me. But you can’t. Not right now.” “Okay.” I breathed, feeling a frustration unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I looked at her pussy, which was puffy and dripping with moisture, the lips still open to accept me. Part of my brain screamed at me to just slam it in there anyway. Part of me also knew that Becky would let me if I did that. But in this case, the big head prevailed, his first victory in my lifetime perhaps. I drew my eyes away from the tantalizing sight of her vagina and rolled onto my side. “I’m sorry.” Becky said again, leaning next to me. “Let me suck you off again.” She dropped her head down between my legs and took me into her mouth once again. It was still very pleasant, but it wasn’t the same as the last time. It took me longer to come but I finally did, shooting another large load down her throat. Again, she swallowed every drop. She then slid up next to me, taking me in her arms. We kissed a few times and then she curled her head into my shoulder, just lying there. A few minutes later, she was asleep. -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----