And still she felt like she was drifting, in a strange new world. She went over to him and knelt there. God, he was beautiful! She made a quick calculation, came up with the guess that he was seventeen. Yes, just two years older than she. Vicky had been the ripe old age of six when she'd played with him.
"Do you know who I am?" she asked. His blue eyes seemed to know her. He pulled nervously at his cowboy shirt and went to carving again. But he was watching her from the corner of his eye. Vicky could hardly keep her hands off of him. She touched his blond hair lightly while he chipped away at the wood. She could see his chest where a snap had come undone. She wanted to touch him there too, kiss him there. If only she could take him in her arms…
"Kevin, I'm your cousin Vicky. We used to play together." Kevin nodded without looking up. So he'd known all along. It was at that moment she noticed the swell at the crotch of his jeans. Vicky had never been so excited in her life. She glanced around to see if they were alone. It seemed that they were. Away off she could hear Jim whistling as he washed one of the family cars.
"Would you show me where you live?" she said softly. Kevin looked up at her, licked his lips and sighed. Then he got up. It amused Vicky to watch the boy try to hide his obvious erection from her. Somehow he straightened it in his pants and led the way into the guest house.
Vicky looked around the room. There were pictures of planes and the usual junk a teen-age boy collected. She knew from experience. Her own brother had been the same way. At last she walked very close to Kevin and gave him another of her best smiles. One braid swung out to touch his face as she spun. He was half a head taller than she and just perfect for hugging. Again she had the most powerful urge to do that very thing.
"We're gonna have a terrific time this summer, you and me!" she said, clapping her hands. Kevin smiled. He was staring at her like if he didn't she might suddenly disappear. She picked up a braid and tickled his cheek with it, smiling mischievously all the while. He was barefoot too and she couldn't resist lapping her big toe over one of his. Kevin closed his eyes for a good five seconds, opened them again.
Vicky had never experienced anything so intense. And what made it better was that for the first time in her life, she felt in control of things. Usually boys made her nervous. They knew more, or were stronger or more aggressive. It was always something. But now she was the one in charge. She was controlling her cousin, watching his reactions. Her nipples glowed hotter than before and the silken crotch of her panties was doing simply terrible things to her poor little pussy.
"Kevin, I've got a secret," she said, motioning him close. He bent shyly in her direction, eyes curious. When her lips were just brushing his earlobe, she whispered, "If you don't kiss me, I think I'll just die."
Kevin jerked back a little, swallowed. He wasn't smiling anymore, but he wasn't frowning either. Then she knew he was going to do it. She lifted her chin as their lips brushed. Kevin didn't know the first thing about a good kiss, but Vicky moaned a little and melted against his slender body. He put his arms around her a little. It was like he was afraid that if he touched her she might break. Vicky hugged him, too, only tighter. Her nails explored the bumps of his ribs and then she dug under his shirttail and rubbed passionate patterns against the small of his back. Now it was Kevin's turn to moan a little.
It was obvious he had no idea what was happening to him. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh. She worked her hips up and down, letting him feel the pink tip of her tongue. She pretended to weaken and fall across his bed, somehow managing to pull Kevin with her. He was really mixed up now, but she kept petting his body, kissing his lips open a little. Sooner or later he'd have to get the message, wouldn't he?
"Oh, you beautiful man, you!" she breathed, nuzzling her short nose down into the hollow of his neck. She scratched his shirt open and ran her fingertips across the smooth, tan surface. It rippled as he tried to get up. Vicky threw a leg over one of his and touched her slightly parted lips against his chin. She was a little ashamed at being so aggressive, but she was burning up with want. Watching Carl sock it to his own sister had gotten her blood to boiling. She wanted a little fun for herself. At fifteen she was still really a virgin. And she didn't want to remain one much longer.
"Ohhh Kevin, Kevin… kiss me!"
Kevin made a sound. It was like a word that didn't quite work. A word of fear maybe or uncertainty. Vicky knew how to get rid of uncertainty. She pushed the flat of her palm down his belly, down, down. She slipped fingers under the elastic of his shorts. But even as her fingers curled under the throbbing hardness of his white cock, it began to soften. Kevin made another little sound and tried to rise from the bed.
"Oh darling, don't do that," Vicky gasped, squeezing and massaging the dying shaft. But now it was just a little soft snake. The fever had gone out of it and all the stiffness. She could hardly believe that her own foolish bumbling had done that. Kevin jerked her hand from his pants and sat on the edge of the bed, breathing hard. He wouldn't look at her, wouldn't let her touch him.
Vicky walked to the door. She felt like bawling. Her body yearned for loving and she was trembling all over. She didn't know how to make things right again. But she couldn't leave like this. At last she went over and knelt at Kevin's feet. Then she made him look at her.
"I'm… I'm sorry, Kevin. It was all my fault."
She kissed his knee and got up. "I'll see you tomorrow. I still want to be friends." He gave her a little smile then and she hurried out before she made things worse.
Abby had finished her nails and read half of a dull book and was now bored to tears. She wished that a girl could go into one of the bars in town by herself without starting some kind of talk that would eventually get back to Daddy. After all she was twenty-one. And still she couldn't really do much of anything. It seemed as if women's lib hadn't really gotten all that far. Of course she could always get herself a motorcycle like her tomboy sister. Buzzing around like a maniac wasn't her idea of a good time, though. She'd leave the motorcycles for misfit girls like Vicky. But what could she do to stir things up some?
She wandered out to the pool and walked barefoot around the warm tiles, admiring her painted toenails. She was thinking about what a complete idiot Perry had turned out to be. He was a gentleman, oh sure. But such a predictable one. She stopped, looked around her and then quickly skinned off her panties. It felt better having the air blowing under her dress, tickling her cunt hairs directly. And nobody would know. She strolled on.
"If not Perry, well then who?" She remembered the time she'd seen Carl kissing his very own sister. Carl and Mona. Wasn't that sweet? And poor Florence with her eternal headache. Or was Florence fooling just like she did herself whenever she wanted out of a ticklish or dreary situation? Yes, maybe she'd picked up a few of her mother's bad habits. But there didn't seem to be any harm in it. The headache had surely gotten rid of Perry the night before. She wandered on around the pool and into the house through the big back patio.
Aimlessly she entered the billiard room and drifted to the pinball machine in the corner. She had punched up her first game and let the ball go when Howell came into the room and went behind the bar. She heard the hiss of a beer opening. Her brother came over just as she shot her second ball.