"Hi," she said lamely, kicking up a patch of dust in someone's front lawn as they passed their house, the family's Great Dane kicking up his usual terrific fuss as the two youngsters went by.
Ronald threw a stone at the Great Dane and brushed his blond cowlick back up over his forehead. He was always doing that, June thought with impatience. Wouldn't he ever grow up?
"Walk you home?" he said.
"Of course." That was stupid; of course he could walk her home. They were only a few blocks away now.
"Have a nice day in school?" he asked.
"Mmmm. Sure. A wow." She tossed her honey-blonde hair back out of her eyes and stood up a little straighter, so that her breasts would tilt up at a more inviting angle. Ronald might not be the most appealing individual in the world, but he was still male and June had some vanity about the unusual early development of her widely spaced breasts. She passed her hand down over her hips and organized the enticing sway of her walk.
"Sounds like you didn't have such a great time. You'll like high school a lot better." His eyes feasted hungrily on his younger cousin, and she wondered if she detected a telltale bulge in the front of his trousers. He seemed to be walking rather stiffly, she thought with a certain vain satisfaction as he continued talking. "There's a lot more to do in high school. You're too grown up for girls your age." He winked at her.
"How do you mean that?" June asked coquettishly, knowing very well how he meant that.
He grinned, and the grin became a leer. "You know, June… 'cause you've got tits."
She bit down on her lip as if she were angry, but the butterflies had started up again in her loins. "Ronald Kilgoor! Don't you dare say a thing like that! You should be ashamed of yourself!"
He only grinned and tossed his cowlick back out of his eyes again. Then he didn't say anything else for a long time. Finally he asked her, "You wanna go into the park?"
She looked at him suspiciously. "And do what?"
He shrugged. "Go on the swing. What else you got to do?"
It was true she didn't have much homework, and it was such a nice day there was no point in going in. Anyway, Daddy wouldn't be home for hours and she didn't feel like hanging around the house without him. There didn't seem much harm in going into the park with Ronald. Most of it was pretty open – except for the circle of bushes known as "Shakespeare's Grave" for some obscure reason. There wasn't much chance he'd try anything funny.
So they just kept walking down Railway Road until they came to the park in back of the Donovan house and the other houses that ran around the block on Isabella Street and Cardinal Drive. Then they went up to the swings and dropped their books in the grass.
The little park, sometimes known as Railway Park because it had been deeded to the city by the now defunct North Shore Railroad about a million years ago, contained about a half dozen baby swings and grown-up swings, a sandbox and a lot of trees and bushes. On nice summer Sundays, her father played baseball in one part of it with some of his friends or football occasionally in indifferent weather. Now June selected one of the big swings and sashayed her panty-clad ass-cheeks up onto the wooden seat.
"All right," she said. "You can push me now."
And he did. She felt his warm, eager hands almost caressing her tight young buttocks as he shoved her forward, each time a little higher into the air. She could feel the cool breeze blowing so sweetly on her exposed loins as her skirt opened wide and flared up embarrassingly over her tiny waist. She wanted to tell her cousin not to push her so hard, but the combined effect of his hands buffeting her hips and the wind whistling into her panty-covered loins was so exhilarating that, for a moment, she couldn't get her voice. She looked down at her lush young body as it swung outward in an arc over the grassy ground below. Her skirt had come up completely and her thin white nylon panties were in full view now, complete to the slightest wisp of blonde pubic hair curling from underneath one narrow elastic leg band. Through the apex of her panties could be made out unmistakably the shadows of other sparse blonde hairs crowding together over her softly nestling vaginal slit. June blushed right from her hairline all the way down to her toes. All the houses that looked out onto the park! And what if someone should come walking down the street or through the park!
"Ronald! Please! Let me down! Stop!"
But his bold hands on her shapely twelve year old buttocks had now taken to fondling them, and June's sex-hungry loins were beginning to respond – all too much. Her entire cuntal region seemed to be glowing like a piece of iron on a hot forge. In a sense, she was afraid her loins might suddenly burst upward through her belly and out her throat as a ball of fire, the feeling was so extremely excruciating, agonizing, and she didn't feel as if she could stand it a second longer.
But that squeezing and gripping by her cousin's demanding hands was gradually weakening her ability to protest. She closed her eyes and let the wind waft between her open legs, right up through her white nylon panties and into her love-starved pubescent pussy. This was ecstasy. Her buttocks, her loins, her tingling belly, everything down there seemed to be alive as if filled with electricity. She couldn't remember anything so delicious ever happening to her before. The combination of flight with fondling was exciting beyond anything she could have expected.
"Please…" she begged feebly as she came down again, "let me down…"
He gave her ear a quick lewd lick and she shivered as if with a fever, as his hands pushed her up and away again. This was heavenly, she thought; she really never wanted to stop…
"Let you down on one condition," he murmured as she returned, his fingers digging into her buttocks and driving her wild.
"Huh? What?" she asked dreamily.
"Let's go into those bushes over there – by Shakespeare's Grave." His voice was bold and sure of itself.
She swung away and up again, the fullness of her naked white thighs swinging forward into the bright blue sky with wanton abandon. "Huh… oh… all right…" she said vaguely, only half aware of what she was agreeing to.
And then he stopped the swing abruptly. Catching her breath, her flared nostrils snorting with sensuality, June let her cousin lift her off the swing, her breasts and belly sliding erotically down his muscular front like liquid rubber. Then he grabbed her hand and they ran off together in the direction of Shakespeare's Grave.
CHAPTER FOUR
The grave wasn't really Shakespeare's, of course, but merely a little marker of the site where a North Shore Railway Man had been buried about a hundred years earlier after a disastrous collision of the four-forty with a neighborhood cow of those days, at that time the greatest transportation catastrophe in the history of the North Shore. But the marker had been faithfully tended all these years – by Evanston Township Council after the railway made them a present of the land – and the shrubs around it were all-concealing of the little bench next to the marker where not a few North Shore couples had come to 'spoon' and get to know each other better over the decades.
And Ronald now made ready to get to know his younger, but voluptuous blonde cousin better. Dragging June down onto the bench, he pressed his mouth against hers and quickly forced his tongue in between her tightly clenched lips. The twelve year old girl's sexual anxiety had reached such a fever pitch that the feel of his tongue laving the most sacred inner portals of her warm moist mouth gave her an electric start which made her loins turn over violently. It was by pure instinct that her hands came up and grabbed his square bony shoulders, holding them tightly as she returned his kiss with fervid desire, her own tongue snaking bashfully forward and licking at his, her lips then sucking joyously on his tongue.