This was like a betrayal toher, she figured.
“You should have told me,” she insisted. “Sex with your dad! Wow!”
“It's a super-big secret,” I told her. “If my mom found out, my dad and I'd both be dead! I'm only telling you now because my dad wantsyouto join us, up at his cottage on Clear Lake this weekend.”
It was as if I'd punched her.
Her mouth dropped open and she grabbed her narrow chest through her skimpy halter top, a surprised little gasp, almost a laugh, really, escaping her, but looking like she was having heart palpitations. She was such a skinny rail of a girl, though, I'd be surprised if she had any major health issues inthatdirection.
“Oh, my God! My God! My God!”
Either I hadn't earlier noticed her tiny pink nipples poking against her halter top (or else my news gave her an instant flash of anticipation, perking them right up), but her little pointy tips were suddenlyoutthere.
Her boobs weren't as big as mine, of course, my 30AA's thebig onesin comparison to her flat-chested little hillocks, but her rubbery nipples already had those perfect, ultra-sensitive tips that reminded me of our Thanksgiving turkey's pop-up button.
And (no surprise) one quick kiss to her pointy nips and her bald-eagle slit of a pussy was instantly filled to the brim.
It was like a hot-line directly to the always-horny little 3rd-grader's clit!
“It's okay, Amy,” I gently took her arms and shook her with a laugh. “Calm down- we're not going to the White House or anything! It's just my dad's.”
We still had about ten minutes before reaching the Mall, even cutting through the park like we were (yes, thatpark!), so I walked her over to a green park bench and sat her down. She was suddenly as flushed as if she'd been running two miles. Her slender bare legs were trembling, and she kept jiggling them, knocking her bony knees together, apparently unable to sit still.
She even kicked one of her sandals off, then had to reach out with her small foot to put it back on.
“I'm so excited!” she said, all shaky.
While I held both of her hands, she glanced down at the clingy crotch of her pink cotton shorts. The vague outline of her gently bulging vagina, slit and all, was definitely noticeable if you knew enough to look. A dark trace of oily moisture was already evident.
She said a little too loudly, “You made my pussy all wet!”
“Amy! People are walking by.”
She lowered her voice.
“Give me details, Kimberly. Dirtydetails!”
“What should I tell you?”
She swallowed hard, then glanced at me as if I'd brought her the best present ever, simply by inviting her to a weekend of probable sexual adventures. I sayprobablebecause the best laid plans, after all…
“First off,” she asked, “are yousureit's okay with your father?”
I gave both her small hands a quick squeeze, then released them.
The expression on her angelic face, lit from within by the burning desire to come to Clear Lake with us, to dowhatever, seemed delicately balanced between hopeful and hopes-dashed-on-the-rocks, depending on what I said.
“Of course, he wants you there,” I told her. “He thinks you're really cute.”
“Oh, God.”
I studied her for another moment, then brushed a strand of her fine blond hair back from her perfectly innocent face, which got me a quick smile in return. Amy's wide blue eyes, always bright, were literally shining with excitement. Potential sexual excitement, I knew.
Like me, she had a secret inner core of hyper-sexual intensity that never quit, that never even seemed to dim. For some reason, Amy and I were both always ready, willing and able for whatever dirty opportunity happened our way. It was like a weird, overpowering sexual energy vibrating wildly within us-pulsating within our super-sensitive pussies, I guess.
In fact, I literally couldn't remember the last time I told a guy 'no.'
“So…will you let my dad do dirty stuff to you?” I asked, knowing the answer. “Like, reallydirty?”
“Of course!” she said, shaky eagerness in her voice. “Like what?”
“You know, eat your pussy, suck your nipples, lick your asshole, stick his cock in your mouth,” I ventured. “He'll want tocomein your mouth, too.”
“You're turning me on even more!” she said. And then, “So, what doyoudo with him?”
I gave her a suggestive smile in return, then glanced around first, looking for eavesdroppers, lip-readers, neighbors that knew us, whatever, before saying anything that might get us in big trouble.
“We had to wait over a month for my birth control pills to work, but this last weekend we finally dideverything,” I said. “We watch dirty movies first-”
“Wait!” she cut me off. “What did you dountilthen? Like, blow jobs?”
I nodded.
“All the time,” I said. “At the cottage, in the car, or anywhere. He said he comes more in my mouth thanever, and I believe him-it's almost like too much to swallow, though I try!”
I could see Amy's imagination running wild, putting herself in my place for endless BJ's on the road with my dad. She was sort of nodding to herself, trance-like, her entire body almost imperceptibly trembling. I knew if there weren't people walking by, she'd be masturbating right then and there.
“He licks my pussy, too,” I added. “And sucks my clit. He makes me come so hard, you can't believe it!”
“Icanbelieve it,” she said. “What else?”
“He's got thisfantasticvibrator shaped like a bumpy dick with a smaller dick on the bottom-the big part goes in your pussy and the other part is up your butthole! I almost pass out every time he uses it on me!”
“Kimberly, my God!” she said. “I want to trythat!”
I gave her a confident smile.
“I'm sure he'll use it on you,” I told her. “He loves fucking me with it. Actually, he's got a whole collection of…interestingstuff.”
“I'm gonnacomeright now just hearing all this!” she gulped. “My clit's already on fire, I think!”
And I could see in her eyes her imagination was indeed running wild in all possible ways, so I decided to heat up my sweet little cousin yet another notch. She'd have done the same for me, after all. I leaned closer, gently squeezing her bare knee with one hand. My lips brushed her perfectly formed ear as I told her:
“He puts this vibrating egg thing in my pussy when I'm on my hands and knees, then smears strawberry jam into my asshole-he licks it out while I hold my butt open for him. I always come, like, fivetimes in a row like that!”
Amy blinked a couple of times, picturing it, seeing me: my firmly rounded bare butt in the air, my cunt overflowing with 'girly-juices' as that egg vibrated me through near-shock-inducing multiple orgasms, my dad's face pressed between my young-girl butt-cheeks, his tongue eagerly probing for every trace of strawberry sweetness in my hot-and wildly throbbing-anus.
She swallowed, a tiny tremor passing over her.
“And he finally fucked you, for real?” she wanted to know. “This last weekend?”
I had to laugh at that one.
“Likeallweekend,” I told her, well aware of the envy she felt. “He couldn't get enough of me!”
“My God,” she breathed. “He can fuckmeall weekend, too! Seriously, I haven't donethatyet, like you, but-”
My look cut her off.
“Amy-It's not like you'veneverhad a cock in you. I know youhave.”
That was true.
Amy was obsessed with the seemingly always-stiff penis of her 12-year-old brother, Paul, continually giving him intense sexual attention, which her irritating jerk of a brother might or mightnothave appreciated-he was probably too self-centered to think much about it. She even drew pictures of it for me, his skinny young cock, showing what it looked like standing up, stiff and veined, with white stuff coming out the end, in several different, quite flattering, perspectives.
She really did have artistic talent, I'd realized then.