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   The Lake House, Part One: by Mars Bonfire (Mg, inc, pedo, cons)



   It was one of those long, lazy midsummer days, the torpid heat
enervating everyone.  Nobody at the lake house was

   interested in water-skiing, fishing, swimming or anything to do with the
outdoors.  We had all been at the lake for

   nearly two weeks, and things were becoming a little lazy and familiar. I
was feeling a little bored and jaded, being

   the ripe old age of twenty.  Of all the cousins at the lake house that
summer, I was by far the oldest, most of them

   being little kids.  I was closer in age to my aunts and uncles, since my
mother was the oldest of eight siblings.

   Of course, I had absolutely nothing in common with the adults, since
most of my waking thoughts were about drugs,

   alcohol, rock music and sex, not necessarily in that order.  Today,
twenty year old men have access to internet porn,

   pay-per-view cable porn, scantily clad performers in every venue, and
are exposed to more sexual images in a day than

   I was in my whole post-adolescence.  In 1970, we had soft-core skin mags
at the 7-11, furtive back seat second-base

   arrivals, and VERY active imaginations.  Still, I managed to find enough
alone time, usually in the bathroom, to

   masturbate several times a day.  Since we had been at the lake, I had
gone to one dance at the teen canteen, but almost

   all the girls there were way too young.  But, as I was to find out, life
is irony itself.



   This particular day, my mother, aunts and uncles had taken the kids into
town, to go to the mall, the skating rink,

   or probably the bowling alley, where they at least had cold beer for my
uncles, all of them alcoholics of epic

   proportions.  I disdained their pedestrian family activities, since I
was too hip for any of those things.  I assumed

   that I was alone in the house, but I opened the top floor bathroom door,
and my little cousin Norah was in there

   washing her face.  "Oops, sorry Norah," I said, and quickly closed the
bathroom door.  Damn!  I wanted to go in there and

   jack-off, that was where I kept my five-year old copy of Playboy, buried
underneath last year's beach towels (convenient

   for sperm deposits).  Well, I'm sure she'll be out soon, and then I can
take care of business.



   "Sorry, Keith, I didn't know you were here.  I thought that I was alone
in the house", said Norah, a touch annoyed.

   I then noticed a wet spot between her legs in the crotch of her khaki
shorts, and realized that she was hoping to

   spend the day masturbating as well.  I instantly became aroused, and
looked at Norah, really looked, seeing her for

   the first time.  She was about 4'4" tall, a little chubby, with pale,
freckled skin, cool blue eyes and pouty

   lips barely concealing her slightly protruding front teeth.  She had
chubby little legs, and nicely shaped tiny

   mouthfuls pushing out the front of her polo shirt.  Short, curly very
blonde hair and a snub nose completed the very

   appealing package.  As I said, the girls at the teen canteen had seemed
to be too young, but my little cousin, younger

   than all of them was very cute and sexy looking.  Suddenly, my summer
had gotten a lot more interesting.



   Norah was the oldest daughter of my mom's sister Janine.  When did she
get to be so darn cute?, I wondered as I checked

   her out.  Well, she was always cute, but now she was sexy too.  Maybe my
priorities had changed.  I wondered what

   it would be like to make out with her, feeling slightly ashamed, because
of her youth and our common consanguinity.

   On the other hand, maybe I could give it a try.  Anything to pass the
time of day, and add fresh fodder to my

   masturbatory fantasies.



   I followed Norah into her bedroom, which she shared with several of her
cousins and sisters.  She was laying on the

   bed, leafing through a magazine.  She looked up at me, surprised,
because this was the first time all summer that I

   had paid her any attention.  "What's going on, babe?", I said, as I
plopped down on the side of her bed.  "Nothing

   much, Keith", she stammered, blushing.  "You know, you're looking really
cute today, Norah", I said, lightly patting

   her leg.  "Really?", she said, sitting up beside me.  "You really think
I'm cute?", she asked.  "None of the boys

   at school give me a second glance", she said dejectedly.  "Those boys
don't know shit", I said, using the swear

   word that I knew would be provocative to her.  "You're a living doll. 
If I was your age, I'd want you to be my

   girlfriend", I said, lightly stroking her thigh.  "I wish you were my
boyfriend", she blurted, then began to blush

   furiously, the reddening of her cheeks making her look even sexier. 
"Well, maybe I could be.  Why don't you start by

   giving me a kiss?", I suggested, knowing that no one would be home for
at least two hours.



   I put my hand on her waist as she wrapped her arms around my neck.  She
smelled great, fresh, girly and summery, and

   I leaned in and lightly touched my lips to hers.  "Wow," I said, "that
was really good.  Do you know about french

   kissing?", I said, still wrapped in her arms.  "Yes", she said, her face
reddening again.  "I frenched a boy at summer

   camp earlier this year", she confessed.  "Well, why don't you show me
how you do it?", I said, my blood quickening

   at the thought of her perfectly pink little tongue.  She slightly cocked
her head, opened her perfect little lips,

   and pressed her open mouth to mine.  Wow!  I was blown away by her
simple ardor and inexperience.  It was one of the

   sexiest kisses of my life.  She whimpered in the back of her throat as I
pressed her body to mine and swirled my tongue

   around hers, her excess saliva leaking into my mouth.  I rubbed her
back, feeling no bra strap, and brushed my moist

   lips against her neck, chin and ears.  As we broke our first serious
kiss, the first of many, I hoped, she sighed and

   laid her head on my chest.



   "You're a really good kisser, Norah", I said as I stroked the inside of
her thighs, the skin there so wonderfully

   velvety and soft.  "No, I'm not", she said.  "No, seriously, you're
really turning me on.  How old are you anyway?

   You're about twelve, right?", I guessed.  "MmmHmm.", she said.  "Well, I
think you're very sexy.  Would it be okay if

   I felt your boobs?  I'll bet they're really soft." "You wanna touch my
boobs?" Norah said, fascinated by the sexy

   subject matter.  I felt her body temperature begin to rise.  Her skin
was moist, a thin film of sweat on her upper lip

   that I licked off as we began our next deep kiss.  I raised my right
hand to her left tit, and gently squeezed.

   Barely filling my hand, her little cupcake was so soft, with a slight
separation of the nipple from the breast.  As

   I squeezed and lightly kneaded her little tits, she began to moan
softly, rubbing the back of my neck and my shoulders.

   As our mouths separated, she shuddered slightly, and averted her eyes
from mine.  "Are you okay, Norah?" I said.

   "I would never want you to feel uncomfortable by anything that I was
doing." "No, Keith, I liked it, and now I'm

   just a little embarassed.  I'm not used to feeling this turned on." she
said, plainly.  "You don't have to be

   embarassed.  I'm really turned on myself.  Let's stretch out on the bed,
okay?" I suggested.  Without comment she

   allowed me to ease her down onto the bed, feeling her bare legs rubbing
against mine.  I stuck my leg between hers,

   to minmize the space between us.  As we embarked on another searing,
sloppy, sensual kiss, Rocky Racoon began to

   stiffen in my pants.  She must have felt my hard cock rubbing against
her stomach, because she suddenly escalated the

   intensity of our kiss, sticking her dainty tongue as far into my mouth
as it would go, then stopping to suck on mine.

   As we came up for air, I said "Did you like that, baby?  I sure did. 
Can we take off our shirts?" "I don't know, Keith",

   she said.  I want to, but I'm a little nervous." "I'll tell you what", I
said, seriously, "why don't you take off my shirt,

   then I'll take off yours?" She giggled, delighted, as she began to pull
on the bottom of my Red Cross lifeguard t-shirt,

   half sitting up.  I also sat up on the bed, lifting my arms so she could
pull my shirt over my head.  "Wow", said Norah,

   fascinated by my hairy chest, as she rubbed my pectorals.  "My turn", I
said mischievously.



   As Norah raised her arms, I pulled her white Lacoste shirt up and over
her head.  She instinctively covered her

   little tits with her hands, but I gently pulled them away, so I could
see her tiny muffins.  My god, she was

   beautiful!  Her tits were mostly puffy nipple, but beginning to fill out
somewhat underneath.  Her nipples were

   the most astounding shade of pink I had ever seen.  I rubbed her boobs,
and the nipples began to stiffen slightly.

   As I squeezed and pinched her nipples, Norah moaned and sighed deeply,
loving the attention to her very sensitive

   nubs.  We laid back down on the bed, and I lowered my head to take her
tits into my hot mouth.  Being very

   careful, I gently sucked the adorable nips, nipping them both lightly
with my teeth.  Norah caught her breath and clutched

   the back of my head, focusing more attention on her pretty little
breasts.  I felt the crotch of her shorts become

   very hot and moist against my thigh, and I took her into my arms and
began another heavenly kiss.  Her bare skin

   against mine was so sexy, as her sweat soaked my hairy chest and flat
stomach.



   "Norah, you are incredible, my sexy little cousin.  How could I have
known how much you could turn me on?" I said

   warmly, full of love for this adorable little nymphet.  I knew I had to
take this episode as far as it could go.

   "I love you, Keith.  You're my favorite cousin.  If we lived in the same
town, you could be my boyfriend, take me

   to the drive-in, the pool parlor, Tastee-Freez, and we could make out
with no shirts on all the time.  I wish my

   mom and dad would move to Minneapolis.  I hate Hibbing, nothing ever
happens there!" She was rambling a little

   bit, dealing with new sexy feelings.  Now was the time to make my next
move, not in a calculated way, just the

   natural progression of foreplay.  "Norah, would it be okay if I take off
your shorts?  I'd love to see your little

   panties.  I'll bet they're pink!" I said, chuckling.  She giggled and
replied "Why don't I take off your shorts, and

   then you take off mine?".  She was really learning fast.  Next thing I
knew, she had pushed me onto my back, straddled

   my upper legs and began to unbuckle my belt, undoing the button on my
seersucker shorts, zipping down the zipper.  She

   slid down my legs, taking my shorts down with her.  At my feet, she got
on her knees, and pulled my shorts down and

   over my feet, throwing them on the floor with our shirts.  I lay exposed
in nothing but tartan boxer shorts.  I rolled

   over off the bed, laid Norah on her back, and unbuttoned the side
buttons on her khaki camp shorts.  As I had predicted, her panties were
pink cotton printed with light blue flowers.  She raised her bottom to help
me with her

   shorts, and once I had them off and in the pile of mens and girls
clothes on the floor, I took a moment to soak

   up her beauty.  Her light tan lines and freckled skin were very healthy
and wholesome looking and quite appealing.

   Her panties were a little too small, giving her a rather pronounced
camel-toe.  Her lush belly and plump upper legs

   were very sexy.  I leaned in and kissed her, and then without warning
hooked my fingers into the waistband of her

   panties, and pulled them down her hips, thighs, calves, ankles and feet,
to join the growing pile of abandoned

   clothing.



   As I gazed upon her cunt for the first time, I was breathless and almost
overwhelmed.  Her perfect pussy purse

   peeped from between her legs, playing hide and seek as she stretched and
rubbed her stomach, tits and mons.  I swiftly

   pulled down my boxer shorts, freeing my titanium hard six inch cock. 
Norah looked lasciviously at my cock, and

   unthinkingly licked her lips.  I eased myself down beside her, both of
us naked and loving it.  She plastered her

   body and her mouth to mine.  My head began to spin as we swapped spits,
our tongues dueling in delightful

   combat.  "Oh, Keith", moaned Norah, as I began to caress her firm
behind, so lush, yet so tight.  As she rolled onto

   her back, I said "Baby, I'm going to finger-fuck you.  I promise to be
careful, in case you're a virgin, but I think

   you'll enjoy it." "Don't worry, Keith.  I'm not a virgin.  I had sex
with an older guy at camp last month, but I don't

   think he did it right, because this feels great, and he just hurt my
pussy with his cock." I was dumfounded.  "The

   reason that he hurt you is because you were a virgin and he broke your
hymen", I explained.  "He never made me feel

   good like you do, so good I think I might freak out if it gets any
better", said Norah.  "Well just relax, baby,

   because it's all gonna get better from here on out", I promised.



   As we frenched, I began to play with her pussy lips.  Her inner lips
were hidden, but the puffy outer lips were

   so very very soft.  I was surprised to find her cunt soaking wet, and as
I stuck two fingers further into her snatch,

   I thought that I felt her pussy muscles pulling on my fingers, making it
harder to remove them than it was to stick

   them in.  As her juices flowed, wetting my fingers, I decided to go for
broke.  "Norah, I'm going to stick my dick

   in your pussy.  I promise you it won't hurt like last time, it'll just
feel good.  Do you trust me?" "Of course

   I trust you, darling.  Make me feel good.", she assured me.  I rolled
her onto her back, spread her legs, pushed

   her knees up, and without further ado, knelt between her legs, and
slapped her pussy with my stiff cock.  She

   shuddered and humped against me, causing my cock head to slide between
her slippery pussy lips.  I took the

   advantage and continued to push my cock into my cousin.  In moments, my
penis was fully immersed in her tight wet

   pussy.  I stopped for a moment as we both caught our breath.  Her pussy
seemed to be both clutching and rejecting

   my rigid cock.  It was an intense moment.  Shortly, I began to ease in
and out of her elastic cunt, her snug

   cavity making each stroke a delight.  She was so wet that I felt that I
was swimming in her juices and could taste

   her acrid honey in the very air.



   After a few awkward moments, our rhythms began to synchronize, her hips
bucking to meet my downstroke, and pulling

   away on the upstroke.  Each pump was ecstasy.  Our mingled sweat glued
her skin surfaces to mine everywhere our

   bodies met.  Suddenly her pussy began to clamp and spasm on my
overstimulated cock as she began to climax like

   a triphammer, each orgasm melting into the next, as she rotated her
pelvis, causing my cock to begin to throb

   in anticipation of my emission.  In moments, I heard a roaring in my
ears as I felt my cock rapidly fire boiling

   hot strands of sperm into her freely flowing pussy.  We came together,
her belly flexing and her cunt strapping

   a vise-like grip on my sensitive cock head.  As she relaxed, shaking
like a leaf, her breathing ragged, my cock

   was spit out by her strong cunt muscles, followed by a gusher of
lukewarm male ejaculate.  Perspiring, breathing

   hard like a champion racehorse, I laid back and tried to come down from
Cloud Nine.



   Norah was quiet, and after her breathing and heart rate had returned to
normal, seemed pensive.  "A penny for your

   thoughts," I said, wonderingly.  "I have to tell you something, Keith.
I'm not twelve like I said I was.  I'm

   sorry that I lied to you", she said sorrowfully.  "Well, how old are
you?" I said.  "Eleven?" "I will be on my

   next birthday".  Holy shit, I thought.  "When is your next birthday?" I
asked.  "Around eleven months from now",

   she admitted.  "So you just turned ten?!", I asked.  "Yes.  Are you
mad?" As I thought of the fact that I had

   just fucked my ten year old first cousin, my cock inexplicably began to
harden.  I grabbed her hand, placed it

   on my stiff cock and said "Does that feel like I'm mad?"



   End of Part One