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 Title: Revenge of the Cousin
Author: TheBigLove126
Keywords: MF, Fb, celeb, rape, inc, oral, anal, pedo, viol, blackmail
Summary: Molly McGrath sees her cousin for the first time since a
horrible summer day.

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   Disclaimer: The following is a non-consensual story featuring a
celebrity and her fictional relative.  There is a brief flashback that
recalls physical and sexual abuse of a minor.  If you do not want to read
that part, skip the section between "-----", acts and words in that section
will be referenced later with enough explanation to make this section not
necessary to enjoy the story without getting lost.  The author does not
condone these acts, they are used strictly for fantasy.  Any similarities
to reality are purely coincidental.

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   For the first time in years, Molly McGrath arrived at her aunt and
uncle's home in northern California.  The last time the rising sports
anchor had visited the old two-story piece of architectural excellence was
during the summer prior to her cross-country voyage to her four-year home
known as Boston College.  Now with some time off from both Fox Sports and
ABC, she decided that it was time, after eight years, to return for a
Fourth of July barbecue.

   The athletic blonde, dressed in a red, white and blue tank top along
with a very short pair of cut off denim shorts and a pair of sandals walked
around to the back yard, where the party was already in full gear.  She saw
many of her relatives sprinkled in with a few unfamiliar faces.  She found
her uncle at the grill and snuck up behind him, wrapping her arms around
chest and giving him a big hug.

   "Hey, long time no see Molly," the middle-aged man said as he turned
around, giving his niece a proper hug.

   The man called over his wife, her aunt, who also gave the short blonde a
hug.  Molly looked around the crowd while locked in the hug, trying to find
her younger cousin Nicholas.  The last time she had seen him, he was just a
ten year old boy.  Now eighteen, she was curious to see what he had made of
himself.

   "Where's little Nicky?" she asked her aunt with a slight sense of
concern in her voice.

   "You mean big Nicholas," she corrected her.  "He sure did a lot of
growing over the last eight years.  He was recruited to Sacramento State's
basketball team."

   "Really?" Molly asked, shocked that the cousin she last knew as a short,
pudgy kid was set for a college basketball career.

   "Yes, he's about six foot seven, built like a beast," the aunt said. 
"He's up in his room.  He's still really shy and reclusive so you're going
to have to go find him."

   Molly looked up at the house and started walking towards it cautiously.
While she did want to see her cousin, she was not exactly sure how he would
react to seeing her.  While it had been eight years since they had seen
each other, there was a massive cloud that hung over that summer.

   ----

   The day before she was set to leave, Molly was going to spend time at
the beach but was forced to take Nicky with her.  As she waited for him,
she heard crying from upstairs.  She groaned and raced upstairs to find the
boy in his piss-soaked shorts.

   "What kind of ten year old boy pisses his pants," she said with a
chuckle.

   She made him take them off so she could throw them in the wash pile but
noticed something that sparked her interest.  Nicky had a full erection
poking out, standing at nearly four inches long.  Molly, who was wearing
only a green bikini top and shorts similar to what she was wearing present
day.  She noticed him staring at her as she held the messy shorts.  Instead
of tossing them into a wash pile, she laid them on top of a dresser and
walked over to the boy.

   "Pervert," she said as she grabbed hold of the dick and flipped it up
and down.  Getting a boner looking at your cousin.  There's laws against
that kind of shit."

   Nicky tried to keep calm but Molly would not stop toying around with his
penis.  As she continued to laugh at him, she felt a spasm in his young
cock before a small blob of white shot out and landed on her shorts.

   After chastising him, Molly proceeded to spend the next hour abusing her
young cousin both physically and sexually.  She spanked him repeatedly on
his bare ass before pushing him onto the bed and grinding her cunt against
his face, while smacking his dick violently, as close to doing permanent
damage as possible without crossing the line.  Occasionally, she stopped to
dig her slender fingers into his ass.

   By the time she was done, his private areas were bruised and red.  She
simply laughed before forcing taking pictures of him and saving them as
blackmail to prevent him from talking.  Only being ten, he did not know
that the pictures would have only incriminated her.  On the drive to and
from the beach, Molly continually slapped his bruised area while laughing.

   "If only you didn't BEG to come to the beach with me, this could've all
been avoided," she said as she pulled his dick out and started stroking it
in the driveway.  "You probably like this anyway, you sick little pervert.
When you're older, you will thank me." As he came in her hand, she smirked.
"I knew you liked this."

   ----

   Molly's hand shook in fear as she opened the front door to the house. 
As she stepped in, she stood in the exact same place where she had screamed
Nicholas's name eight years ago.  She glared up the stairs, afraid to move.


   "His room is right up there, same room," her uncle said as he walked
past her to the kitchen.

   "Th-thanks," she said as she took a deep breath and started up the
stairs.

   Each step made her heart beat faster as she slowly made it to the second
floor.  Once at the top, she turned to the left and saw the closed door. 
The scene of the past flashed in her head as sweat poured down her face. 
With shaky legs, she walked towards his room but took a detour into the
bathroom.  She closed the door and ran the sink, splashing cold water on
her face.

   "You can do this Molly," she told herself.  "You came here to put the
past behind you.  He may forgive you, he may want to kill you but you have
to clear this from your conscience."

   Molly walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of the door. 
Slowly, she raised her fist up and knocked.

   "Who is it!?" Nicholas yelled from inside.

   Molly was frozen, unable to answer.  She knocked again and waited for a
response.  The door was pulled open and she saw her eighteen year old,
bearded cousin towering over her.  She looked up into his eyes, every nerve
in her body on edge.

   "Molly," he said in a monotone voice.

   "H-hi Nicky-er, Nicholas," she responded.

   "I didn't think I'd see you again," he said, glaring down at her with a
stone-face.

   "I-I was hoping that we wouldn't," she said.  "I wouldn't blame you if
you felt the same."

   "Why don't you come in, we don't need my mom or dad overhearing us," he
said, stepping out of the way, allowing his older cousin to enter.

   Molly stared at the bed, the same one she had abused him on, as she
heard the door close behind her.  Quickly, she turned around with tears in
her eyes.

   "Nicky, you have no idea how much I hate myself for what I did to you
that summer," she said as the tears raced down her cheek.  "I was such a
f-fucking idiot."

   "Idiot would be putting it lightly," Nicholas responded, crossing his
arms.  "Do you have any idea what kind of trauma you put me through?"

   "Yes, I do," she said, her eyes pointed to the ground.

   "I don't think you do!" he yelled.  "You slapped, smacked and punched my
ass and genitals for a fucking hour!  You rubbed your cunt against my face
and fingered my ass!"

   "Nicky, if I could take it back, I would.  I had no right to do that.  I
had no right to call you a pervert for having a boner," Molly said, ashamed
of hearing her own words.

   "I was fucking ten and you were in a bikini, you think I control that
from happening?!" he yelled again.

   "I know Nicky, can we pl-,"

   "It's Nicholas, I stopped being called Nicky after you attacked me," he
interrupted.  "Every time I hear that name, I have your face in my head and
I want to scream.  Do not EVER call me that again."

   "Sorry," Molly said as she sat down on the bed.  "Nicholas, can we
please just put the past in the past.  We were both kids, I made a
mistake."

   "WE were kids?" he asked.  "No, I was a kid, you were an eighteen year
old woman.  You knew what you were doing."

   "Nicky we-,"

   Nicholas jumped on top of Molly and held her by the neck against the
bed.

   "I said don't call me Nicky again," he snarled as he got in her face,
pressing his nose against hers.

   "Nicholas, I'm sorry," she said as her heart felt like it would jump out
of her chest.  "You're hurting me."

   "Not as bad as you hurt me," he said as he squeezed tighter.  "I've been
so embarrassed about myself since you attacked me that I have not been able
to trust a woman.  I've never had a girlfriend, I've never been on a date
and I've never had sex...at least sex that I wanted." Molly stared in his
eyes as she felt his free hand slide down her body.  "Until today."

   "Nicholas, don't do this," Molly squeaked out as she tried to break
free.

   "You owe me, you cunt!" he said as he licked her cheek.

   "Please, stop," she begged as she felt her denim shorts being unzipped.
"I'll give you money, I'll admit what I did to your parents, the cops,
anything!"

   "Money," he calmly said.  "Oh yeah, that reminds me...nice to see the
woman that robbed my innocence and confidence is now a big TV star on two
networks.  Everything turned out great for Molly McGrath while Nicholas
McGrath had to put a bag of ice on his balls every night for two months and
never shower in the locker room!"

   "Nicholas, please let me go," she begged once again.  "I apologized."

   "Sorry doesn't heal bruises," he grunted as he yanked her shorts down.
"Revenge does."

   Nicholas reached to his end table and grabbed a switch blade.  He
ejected the knife in front of Molly, causing her to completely freeze.

   "I'm going to make you feel as bad as I felt," he said as he let go of
her neck and grabbed her shirt.  "If you fight me, I'll dig this blade so
far into your cold, black heart, you might actually feel something."

   "Okay Nicholas, don't do anything crazy," she said, still unable to
move. "We can talk this out."

   "Time for talking died the second you raped me," he said as he pulled
her shirt off over head, showing off a green bikini top, the same shade as
the one she wore on that day.  "Revenge is a bigger bitch than you could
ever be."

   Nicholas cut the green bikini off her body with the knife.  He ripped it
to shreds in front of her eyes before shoving a tattered piece down her
throat.  He held his hand over her mouth until she swallowed the fabric. 
He finished pulling her shorts off before looking at the bikini bottoms. 
He saw a small wet spot in the front.  He bent down and sniffed it.

   "What kind of twenty-six year old woman pisses her pants?" he asked,
mocking the words she told him on that fateful day.

   Nicholas tore the panties apart with one hard tug, giving her an
unexpected wedgie.  She started to sob as he grabbed her legs and spread
them wide, giving him a look at her clean-shaven privates.

   "I can still feel your cunt hair making me sneeze as you grinded against
my face and slapped my balls as hard as you could," he said as he licked
his hand and brought it down, slapping her pussy as hard as possible.

   Molly yelped like injured animal as he slapped her cunt over and over
again for almost five minutes.  She tried to sit up but his hand connected
with her other pair of lips, knocking her back to the bed.

   "You can move when I tell you," he said as he pulled his basketball
shorts down.  "You remember this?" Molly looked and saw him holding his
eight inch cock in his hand, his fingers rubbing a dark spot on the side of
it.  "That bruise was from you, when you turned your diamond ring around
and smacked me," he said.

   Molly, filled with regret, watched as he walked closer to her.  He
smacked her pussy with his cock twice before moving to her head.  He sat
against the headboard, resting his balls on her forehead.  He grabbed his
cock and slapped her in the mouth with his red member while flicking her
nipples with his free hand.  He wiped Molly's tears in his hand and rubbed
them onto his balls before sitting up and resting them on her chin before
dragging them up to her forehead, leaving a saliva trail behind.

   "I don't have a wet pussy to rub against you but this is close enough,"
he said as repeated the act for several minutes.  A knock came to the door
and Molly was about to scream before Nicholas threw his hand over her
mouth.

   "Who is it!?" he yelled out.

   "It's mom, is Molly in there with you?" the woman asked.

   "Yes, we are reminiscing about the last summer she came over," he said
as he groped her perky breasts.

   "The food is almost ready, we eat in ten," his mother said.

   "We'll be there in time," he yelled back.  "Too bad I can't spend an
hour torturing you like you did to me," he whispered to Molly as he twisted
her nipple hard.  "It's time."

   Nicholas swung around and sat on Molly's chest, bringing her mouth to
his cock and forcing the whole thing down her throat.  Molly choked and
gagged as the thick rod stretched her throat.  She tried to push him away
but was easily overpowered by the large man.  He grabbed a handful of
blonde hair and held her in place.  He groaned as he felt her lungs try and
pull any little oxygen molecule out of him as possible.  He finally let her
go and allowed her to breath.  As she caught her breath, he reached behind
her and slapped her pussy hard again.

   "Take hold of it and flip it up and down like you did eight years ago,"
he said, slapping her face,

   With a look of disgust on her face, Molly grabbed the head of his cock
with two fingers and flipped his cock up and down like a light switch while
she laughed at her.  She wanted so badly to pinch the head until it bled
but was too scared to do so.  She saw the switchblade still within reach of
him and took his threats very seriously.

   "Enough," he said after a minute.  "Since I've never had sex before, I
know that once I rape your cunt, I'll cum right away," he said as he
grabbed drum stick off of the wall.  "So this will have to do for now."

   Molly was scared but not too much since the stick was rather slim.  She
relaxed a bit until Nicholas grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto
her back.  He reached under her body to her cunt and started rubbing it
before siding his wet fingers to her ass hole.

   "No, please," she begged as she felt a finger circled around her hole.

   "Don't worry, my dick isn't going in there," he laughed.  "I don't have
slender little fingers like you, mine are short and stubby.  You didn't
stick a drumstick in my ass but this is close enough to your boney little
digits."

   Slowly, Nicholas slid the wooden stick into her rectum.  The drumstick
was about sixteen inches long and within a minute, only four were visible.
Molly tried to remain perfectly still as he violently pulled ten inches out
before shoving eleven back in.  Each hard thrust put the instrument deeper
in to her ass until fifteen inches were buried deep inside her.  He wiggled
and twisted the stick around while her face was buried in a pillow,
screaming for mercy.  Her fingers could not have dug into the pillow any
harder if she tried.

   For another minute, Nicholas pulled and pushed all fifteen inches in and
out of her until he looked at the clock.  He pulled the whole thing out and
tossed it aside.  He flipped his cousin onto her back and spread her legs
again.  Molly stared up at him, pain very present in her face after the
anal assault.  He held his rock solid cock at her damp pussy and started to
rub the head against her throbbing clit.

   "I knew you liked this," he said, again reciting a line she had said
eight years earlier.

   Without warning, Nicholas shoved all seven inches into his cousin's
pussy.  He let out a pleased moan as he felt a woman's pussy around his
cock for the first time.

   "If you had done THIS eight years ago then maybe I wouldn't hate you as
much," he commented as he violently thrusted his hips forward.  "Your pussy
feels so fucking good!"

   Molly covered her eyes with her hands as she felt his hands wrap around
her waist.  Holding her in place while he finished his revenge on her. 
Having been a virgin, it did not take him long to reach his climax.

   "I know you didn't try to impregnate me since, well that's not possible,
but I have to make this original somehow," he said as his body froze, his
cock twitched and a flood of semen spurted deep into the twenty-six year
old's very fertile womb.

   Molly was crying harder than ever as he collapsed on to her and kissed
her neck while his cock remained buried deep inside her.  He looked up at
the clock and crawled off of her.  Molly was too humiliated to move, she
just lay spread eagle, her hands still over her eyes.

   "Sit up!" Nicholas yelled.

   Molly sat up and dropped her hands in time to see the flash of his
camera phone.  He took several pictures before she could cover her abused
pussy and breasts.

   "You tell anyone about this, I'll send this to Fox, ABC, TMZ,
xHamster...whoever will listen," he said as he threw her clothes at her. 
"If only you just stayed away, this could've all been avoided," he said,
once again referencing something she had said back in the day.

   The two dressed and left the bedroom.  Molly, not wanting to tip
anything off, acted like the loving cousin she wished had been eight years
earlier as they ate next to each other.  After the food was gone and the
sun was set, the entire group of about twenty people made their way to the
lake and watched the fireworks show from the other side.

   Molly was sitting on a towel in the back, several feet behind any of the
other party members.  As the first firecrackers went off, she felt someone
sit next to her.

   "How is my favorite cousin?" Nicholas said as he wrapped his arm around
her shoulder.

   "Get away from me," she said, pulling away.

   "Molly, you know you deserved every bit of what happened," he said as he
put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him, not allowing
her to break free.  "We are almost even."

   "Almost?" she asked, looking up at him.

   "Well yes.  Eight years ago when you raped me, we BOTH orgasmed," he
said as his free hand unzipped her denim shorts and disappeared.

   Molly jumped as two fingers brushed past her clit and hooked between her
lips.  He kissed her forehead as his fingers swirled around as fast they
could go, his thumb pressed tightly against her growing clitoris.

   "Oh my god," she moaned.  "Stop, please, stop,"

   "Shh, let it happen," he whispered as fireworks continued to explode
over the lake.

   "No, I don't want you to make me...," Molly gasped as her body began to
betray her.  "No, no, no."

   "Yes, yes, yes, Cousin Molly," Nicholas said as his hand on her shoulder
slid down and cupped her left breast.  "Cum for me."

   "Fuck you, please stop," she begged as a very relaxed, pleasurable
feeling began to build in her vagina.  "No, no!"

   Molly screamed out as her body tightened up and exploded in one of the
most extreme orgasms of her life while the big finale of fireworks started,
masking her screams of both pleasure and displeasure.  She was beyond
humiliated as her legs kicked wildly in front of her.  She started to cry
as she felt her shorts moisten and stick to her body.  Nicholas pulled his
hand away from her and sucked his fingers clean while holding them close
enough to her nose for her to smell the pungent smell of her satisfied
cunt.

   "Now we are even," he said as he kissed her on the lips and left her. 
"When you are older you will thank me," he stated, the final reference used
to remind her of his horrible summer.

   Molly zipped her pants back up and brought her knees to her chest.  She
looked up and watched the end of the big finale before getting up and
running to her car.  Before anyone noticed, she was already miles away from
that house.  Horrible things happened eight years ago, horrible things
happened this night...this was the last time Molly would ever see the
house. She did not even visit after she gave birth on April 4th, exactly
nine months after the Fourth of July.