"Here, have a little of this," Byron said, whispering in Marcie's ear. His lips were so close Marcie half expected to feel a tongue sticking into her ear. She nearly jumped from her skin.
"Your mother…"
"Don't worry," he said, winking slyly at her. "She's not gonna come around and check… leastways, not for a while."
Marcie deferred, walking to the bathroom with Kathy right behind her.
"Byron's really attracted to you," Kathy said, checking her lipstick in the mirror. "I can see that. I always thought he was a little randy. Better watch out, Marcie, or you're going to be lying flat on the bed with Byron on top."
Marcie blushed furiously again, shrugging off the comment.
"I don't know what you're talking about. But he is handsome. And what about your date? Don't you wish he'd be doing the same thing to you? I mean, taking you and fucking you?"
Kathy bit her lip. "It's only our third date. I'm dying to, but I'm afraid he might think… you know."
Marcie nodded, surprised at the way her cousin could worry about her reputation now – while she didn't mind letting a dog fuck her. And messing around with that horse! That was something Marcie couldn't come to terms with. But now there was the party and Byron ogling her with that strange look in his eyes.
"Yeah, I know. I'm even a little bit afraid your brother thinks I would… well, let him take advantage of me. After all, we are cousins. Something like that would be incest, wouldn't it?"
Kathy shrugged. "Dunno. I don't care. Just make sure my mom and dad don't catch you doing something. We wouldn't hear the end of it!"
Marcie nodded. "I… I guess I'd better watch out."
"You bet. I've been overhearing some of the stories he's been telling the guys. If half of 'em are true, Mom raised one hell of a stud," Kathy said, giggling nervously.
"Let's go," Marcie said, feeling hot in the small room. Just talking about guys, thinking about Byron, daydreaming about the dog made her excited. Heat was building between her shivering thighs, heat that didn't belong at a party thrown for her cousin. Kathy gave a last look at herself in the mirror, then turned and opened the door. When they came back into the living room, Byron was dancing with one of the other girls. He looked sexy, especially now that he'd taken off his tie and opened the top three buttons of his shirt. He wasn't the lanky farm boy she remembered from years back. He was handsome, darkly so, with shocks of black hair dangling sexily over one eye. He led the girl easily about in the fast dance, his eyes constantly meeting Marcie's.
"Ohhhh, he's going to try to put the make on you tonight," Kathy whispered, drinking some of the punch her date Craig had gotten for her.
Byron left the girl after the dance, dipped some punch into a small cup and handed it to Marcie. She took it, her fingers icy and trembling under that hot, steady gaze.
"You wanna go upstairs?" he whispered.
Marcie gave him a stupid, uncomprehending look. She nearly spilled the punch all over her white party dress from the shock of the question.
"What?"
"Come on," he said, tucking his hand under her arm and leading her to the stairs.
Marcie turned her head around, flashing a panicked look at Kathy.
"Okay… I guess."
His fingers seemed to burn through the material of her dress as they climbed the stairs with two or three others behind them. Kathy was in tow, giggling and leaning heavily against her date. As Byron moved in front of Marcie, she watched the way he walked. God, he was sexy! Just the way he held himself, the way he stared at her made her shiver and burn all over. Upstairs, things started to happen fast. Byron left her for a while, returning with more beer for everyone. Kathy was snuggling up next to Craig, sliding one leg over his. The young farm boy didn't seem too reluctant to show some affection now. Marcie smiled at Kathy, silently congratulating her cousin on her triumph. Marcie had only had beer once or twice before. She was soon feeling giddy. She leaned against Byron, feeling the warm pressure of his body against hers. He laughed easily, stroking her long blonde hair. "A little more beer? Come on, it's my party," Byron said. Marcie knew she shouldn't. But she took another can of beer.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Byron I don't know what I'm doing!" Marcie exclaimed, feeling the floor moving under her feet.
She held onto her cousin, giggling. Turning around, she saw someone smiling at her. It was her cousin Kathy. Marcie could only see that smile dimly through the darkness.
"Come on…"
"I don't want any more beer." Her voice sounded so funny.
"I think Byron wants to fuck you," Kathy whispered.
"Don't say things like that."
Marcie was freaked out. What had her cousin said? No, it was some sort of joke. She was wandering around the darkened room, searching for the door that seemed to elude her. Someone was grabbing her hand. Byron. And then suddenly she felt him pushing her up against the wall. Marcie raised her hands, pressing her damp palms against his chest and trying to push him away. It was no use. He was crushing her against the plaster. Her slim ass flattened against the wall. She was breathing heavily. She thought she was going to scream as he pushed his hands through her hair.
"You're somethin' else. Not that little snot-nosed brat I remember."
Marcie felt his chest rising and falling against her tits. She knew she should try getting away. But it was the same as with the dog and horse. Something was keeping her there.
"I can't breathe… You're making it hard for me to…"
His mouth was teasing hers. She didn't feel sure about herself, about this party, about anything anymore. He was bringing little jabs of hot excitement to her with his heavy touch. His hand moved down her side, traced over one hip, then moved down farther.
No! He had to stop. He couldn't go any further. They were cousins!
"Please…"
"I'm gonna suck your tongue," Byron growled, holding her head firmly in his hands. For a second Marcie thought he was going to crush her head. Then he kissed her savagely, his front teeth grinding against hers. She whimpered through her nose, still pushing against his chest. But Byron stuck his tongue down her throat, tonguing her mouth wildly, then nipping and sucking at her tongue. His hands moved down, down, fingers curling under the hem of her white party dress. In a second she felt the hem rise up to her waist. In another moment Byron was cupping her cuntal mound through her panties. He pushed one finger in far enough for the velvety dampness of her pussy to seep through the nylon and wet his finger.
"Ohhhh… I don't think we'd better…"
Byron had slipped a finger under the skimpy band that clung damply to her cunt. She felt the fingernail rubbing up against the swollen ridge of her pussy. Shocked at his behavior, the blonde teen tried lurching away. But movement was impossible. His hips were still trapping her body against the wall. All she could do was moan into his mouth as he kept on fingering her pussy, drawing more cunt juice from the fuzzy fuck hole.