Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Wanting ch.01


Summary: College grad is ambivalent toward her rich cousin.


Keywords: inc,fic





   June sunset flamed over tall oaks, arching shadows across my relatives'
rolling backyard.  But "yard" didn't begin to describe the stretches of
land wrapping my aunt and uncle's house: the tennis courts, the pool, the
terraced gardens, the golf range, the deep-rooted trees thickening to dark
woods, and the broad patio lit with swaying glass lanterns.

   Staff overran the patio: caterers, servers, bartenders and musicians
setting up.  My Aunt Rose hustled from end to end, heels clicking on the
paving stones, giving orders.

   Fanning my flushed face and trying to look like I belonged here, I eyed
Rose's shimmering cascade of champagne-colored hair, her lean calves
flashing across the patio, her glossy lips and long lashes.

   As a kid, I'd thought Aunt Rose was the most beautiful woman in the
world.  On family visits, I'd hovered near her, ooh-ing and ah-ing over her
gold and diamond jewelry.  I'd made the mistake of telling my mom, who'd
made sure I knew -- in more detail than a 7-year-old needed -- that every
bit of her sister was fake.  But fifteen years later, I still thought she
was gorgeous.  I was still a little in awe.

   "Andrea." My aunt stopped in front of me, mid-bustle.  I shifted,
balancing on my wedge heels.  Without them, I was 5'2" on a good day. 
"Lovely dress, dear.  It more or less works for tonight.  Though you really
should have had Marisol take a look.  The hem is wrinkled.  We'll plan a
shopping trip for later this week."

   "Thanks, Aunt Rose." I bent to pick up a flower that had fallen out of
an arrangement.  The staff had already ordered me not to help.  But
standing still while people rushed around felt more awkward than I could
handle.  "It's really okay."

   My cousin Will lounged against one of the tables, sipping a mojito.  A
year younger than me, Will was going into his senior year of college:
Ivy-wrapped, the son of my uncle's legacy.  Curious green eyes took in my
white eyelet dress, traveling over the tiny straps that bared my shoulders,
the scoop neck showing a generous sprinkle of freckles, the tight bodice
hugging my small breasts and slim waist before it flared out to a full
skirt.  Maybe he had a problem with the hem, too.

   I blinked at him, annoyed by his frank stare.  Crossing my arms over my
breasts, I stared right back at his high cheekbones, square jaw, and full
lips.  His brown hair waved around his ears.  His green eyes unsettled me.
His body was one lithe line.  I'd remembered Will being pretty when we were
kids.  Since then, he'd gone from pretty boy to beautiful man, in a way
that was never a good idea.

   His clear gaze moved up to my face.  All I saw was amusement.  Not a
trace of embarrassment that I'd caught him checking me out -- in front of
his mom.  Sweat pooled under my arms.  I'd worn my hair down tonight, and
my neck felt damp under the long ginger waves.  When Will's perfect teeth
flashed at me, the sweat turned to prickles.

   "Thursday afternoon?" Aunt Rose was saying.  "I'll have Tony drive me
into the city."

   "Thanks." I'd constantly been saying thank you for the past week, ever
since I'd arrived at my relatives' house for the summer.  "I work til 5 at
least, sometimes later since I'm just starting, and it's very nice of you
but really not necessary--"

   "Just take some time off.  And I have to disagree with you, Andrea." Her
gaze swept my cotton dress and fringed sandals.  "I'd say it is necessary."

   "Andie said no, Mom," Will broke in.  His voice was a casual command. 
"Let her be."

   Rose shrugged her slim shoulders.  "Sara, can we take care of this table
over here?" She turned away, giving orders to the caterer.

   Will held up his empty glass and crooked an eyebrow at a uniformed girl
hurrying by.  It wasn't a finger snap, but it felt like one.  Especially
when I saw how quickly she took that glass out of his hands.

   "Andie, you want a drink?" I looked up and met Will's white smile.  He'd
come over next to me.  A crisp shirt sleeve brushed my bare arm as he
gestured toward the well-stocked bar.  I shook my head, dizzy now.

   "No.  But thanks," I murmured.  My face was hot.  "For before.  I really
don't need new clothes.  Especially ones your mom picks out." Will raised
dark eyebrows.  His silence pushed me to talk.  "I mean, she has good
taste. She always looks amazing.  I just don't need to look like her. 
But...is the dress okay?"

   A slow grin spread over his face.  When he touched my waist, my breath
caught.  His hand paused on my hip, then smoothed my long hair back from my
face.  Fingers slipped under my thin cotton straps and centered them on my
shoulders, grazing my bare skin.  Quick hands brushed down the eyelet
skirt. He briefly stroked my cheek.

   "You look nice."

   "Thanks," I managed again.  A warm blush seeped down my chest.  I was
suddenly, painfully aware of my swollen nipples, hard and pressing against
the snug bodice.  I hadn't worn a bra.

   Right then, the uniformed girl hurried up with a fresh drink and an
enticing smile for Will.  I turned away to fix a torn streamer, as the
first tide of guests surged into the garden.

   Aunt Rose reappeared and took my fingers in a grip of delicate steel. 
Bending my wrist in the air, she led me from one person to another, gushing
with introductions:

   "This is my niece Andrea...just graduated college with honors...working
in publishing this summer...we're so happy to have her with us for a few
months."

   The day after graduation, I'd picked up the phone and heard my aunt's
smooth voice on the other end.  Stunned barely described my reaction. 
She'd heard the "unfortunate" news from my mother.  So very sorry for all
of us, and so surprised.  Divorce took such a toll.  Surely my parents had
made every effort.  And did I have plans?  A job all lined up?  Not yet? 
Of course, it could be so challenging if you didn't have the right
connections.  She and Uncle Richard wanted to help.  Will, too.  Would I
come for the summer?  No, no trouble at all.  They had plenty of room.  And
it would be so nice to have the cousins together.

   24 hours later, I'd had a summer job in the city, a train ticket, and a
packed bag ready to go in three weeks.

   A sharp tug on my hand -- Aunt Rose -- pulled my attention back to the
garden party.  The crowd was thickening, getting louder, as the patio
overflowed with friends of my aunt and uncle, friends of Will.  The garden
party split very obviously into two generations, and I was mingling with
the older one.  I smiled politely, shook hands, made small talk, and nodded
when Aunt Rose whispered in my ear that this or that person was important
and I should remember them.

   "So you're in publishing," one important person said.  I'd already
forgotten his name.  "Not an easy job to get."

   "For the summer." Because my uncle pulled strings.  "I'm hoping it will
bring more opportunities."

   "Do you visit your relatives often?"

   "We try." It's been seven years.  And that last visit ended in a fight.

   "How generous of your aunt and uncle to host you for the summer.  You
must be very close."

   "Yes, I'm very grateful." And I still don't know why they decided to
talk to me.

   When Aunt Rose had said "garden party," I'd expected a string quartet
and fine china.  But this was loud music and free-flowing cocktails.  More
and more people crowded under the swinging lanterns, laughing and trading
stories like they'd known each other forever.  They probably had.  When
Rose let go of my hand to laugh gaily at a comment by one of the important
people, I begged off to get a drink and threaded towards the cocktail bar.

   Hemmed in on all sides, I watched Will, surrounded by people.  Beautiful
girls, vying for his attention.  He smiled at them all, but he didn't
return the light touches, the giddy side-hugs.

   Uncle Richard came up next to him, dropping a heavy hand on his son's
shoulder and rubbing the muscle by his neck.  My uncle was broad and solid,
beefy to Will's leanness.  Looking from him to my aunt, a tiny glittering
pinpoint flashing through the crowd, I wondered where Will's tall grace had
come from.

   A couple of the girls beamed at Richard, flirting.  He chucked them
under the chin and they tossed back thick shiny hair, obviously working for
his attention.  Will leaned close to say something to his father, and both
men laughed.  But from where I stood, Will and Richard talked past each
other, not to each other.

   Relieved to be left alone, I tried a shrimp cocktail from a passing
server, the girl who'd scurried to fetch Will a drink.  Her eyes still
followed him.  The shrimp was salty on my tongue, the music getting louder
in my ears.

   That seven-years-ago visit had been at my family's house.  My mom had
cleaned all day, cursing and arguing with my dad.  I'd helped, turning up
the radio to drown out the sound of maybe you could ask, just ASK your
sister to help us out financially with...

   Aunt Rose and Uncle Richard had brought two bottles of very expensive
wine, a driver who stayed in the car, and 14-year-old Will.  Ten minutes
into dinner, as soon as the arguments started about my grandfather's messy
estate, Will had pushed back his chair and left the room.  Just like that.

   I'd found him in the backyard, sitting on the fence, smoking and looking
at his phone.  His clothes were perfectly pressed.

   "Hey, cousin." He gave me a slow smile.  "Don't you think it's funny how
much our parents hate each other?"

   "No." I cleared my throat.  "I don't.  And you don't either.  Otherwise
you'd be inside, watching, so you could laugh."

   Will focused those unnerving green eyes on me.  Then he patted the fence
next to him.  For a second, I'd stood still.  Then I'd shaken my head and
hurried inside.

   "Hello, sweetheart." A handsome face blocked my view of the garden
party, interrupting my thoughts.  Handsome, unfamiliar, and my age.  I
blinked at his broad smile, my fingers closing around the frosty glass he
handed me.  Another boy flanked my other side, edging me in with his navy
blazer-clad shoulder.  "You wanted this, right?  Gin and tonic.  I'm
Spencer."

   I'd never loved G & Ts.  I'd been eyeing the white wine flowing freely
at the bar.  But caught off-guard, I took a sip.  Chilled liquid bit my
tongue.  "I'm Andrea."

   "Look at that red hair." Spencer stroked my long russet waves, petting
them down to my waist.  My skin prickled.  I was too crowded by his friend
to pull away, too off-balance from Will's touches earlier to want to. 
"Natural?"

   "Spencer, that is not how you greet a lady." The other guy, whose name
had disappeared in the laughter bubbling through the patio, put a
reassuring hand on my back.  "Who are you?  We haven't seen you around."

   "I'm Rose and Richard's niece.  Will's cousin."

   "Oh." Spencer's fingers stayed in my hair, but he made more space
between us.  The other guy leaned closer.

   "Oh yeah.  Will said his cousin was coming this summer.  He didn't say
you were a beautiful woman." His bulky body oozed overconfidence.

   I cleared my throat.  "Probably because I'm his cousin.  And we hadn't
seen each other in 7 years."

   Spencer's eyes suddenly flicked to the side.  Casually, he let my hair
go, like he'd remembered something he had to do.  Following his gaze, I saw
Will watching the three of us intently.

   The other guy was busy talking about all the boating around here over
the summer, squeezing my waist like his hand had every right to be there.
Spencer coughed and jerked his head in Will's direction.  His friend
noticed and dropped his hand.

   "I'm going to get some food," I said quickly.

   "Over here--" Spencer began, but a group swarmed towards us: two girls
and a guy, laughing over some joke and ignoring me.  I backed away.

   It was easy to weave to the edge of the patio, through everyone having
the time of their lives.  There, I eyed Will, still at the center of
things. That white smile was back, dazzling everyone who turned his way,
but when the contact dropped, Will looked bored.  How many of these parties
had he been to, charming all the same people?

   Green eyes suddenly locked on mine.  I'd been staring.  I was still
staring.  And Will wasn't looking away.

   Turning, I knocked back the rest of my drink, trying to do something
about my dry throat.  The burn of the gin flamed my face and went all the
way down my body.  I'd had enough garden party.  Leaving my empty glass on
a table, I slipped off the patio into darkness.

   Fresh-mown grass sank under my high-heeled sandals.  Walking quickly, I
found a quiet patch on the edge of the woods.

   For the first time this week, I felt at home.  Stately trees rustled
overhead.  A creek gurgled nearby.  Breathing in the fresh scent of sweet
grass, I wiped beads of sweat off my forehead, as laughter and clinking
glasses sparkled across the lawn.

   Spencer and his friend had been too pretty, too perfect-looking, too
forward and slimy, but their hands on me had sent waves of embarrassed
excitement over my skin.  My breasts felt heavy and hot, confined in my
white dress.  My nipples still throbbed from reacting to Will's light
touches before the party.

   A hand on my back made me jump.

   "Looking for something?"

   Will stood close to me, in the shadow of an oak.  A flush spread over my
cheeks.

   "A little peace and quiet."

   "You don't like parties?  This one's tame." His hand moved over my
coiled muscles, massaging.  "But you're tense."

   "It's really okay."

   "No, it isn't." He expertly rubbed further and further down my back. 
When he found my hip and squeezed, I stifled a gasp.  "Relax, Andie.  Were
Spence and Pax bothering you?"

   "Not for long." I tried to catch my breath.  "Fortunately."

   His smile gleamed.  Behind us, a frog croaked.  Fireflies lit the air in
tiny bursts.  "Aren't you here for an experience?  Something you can't get
at home?"

   Will's exploring touch felt intimate.  Too intimate.  I should tell him
to stop.  I should go back to the party, or better yet, to the stack of
books on my nightstand.  But as he kneaded my petite waist and hips,
tingling warmth spread over my skin and concentrated in my crotch.

   "I'm here because your parents invited me," I muttered.

   "Mm," was all Will said.  One hand cupped my chin.  Warm lips met mine.

   "Will!" I gasped into his mouth.  He tasted like mint and lime.  He
pulled me closer, one arm snaking around my back.  His tongue -- hot, wet,
thick -- parted my lips.  "Will--" I protested, stunned, before he kissed
me again.

   "Mmm, little cousin." His fingers were wrapped in my hair.  His other
hand trailed down to toy with the scoop neck of my eyelet dress.  My hands
found his shoulders, confused and squeezing the swells of muscle.  "You
were worried about what to wear." One finger slipped inside the cotton
neckline to tease my cleavage.  I grabbed his hand.  "Worried you wouldn't
fit in."

   "I'll never fit in here.  It's fine.  I don't want to." My voice ended
on another gasp as Will stroked my breast.  His hand easily twisted free of
mine.  His fingers were so warm -- and so intrusive, roaming over the soft
flesh.  "Will, you have to stop."

   "No." His fingers kept exploring the curve of my breast.  Shameful
pleasure washed over my body.

   "Please," I begged.

   "Let's see..." He paused as if thinking.  "No."

   A finger tilted up my chin.  His mouth closed over mine.  I tried to
bite back a moan and nipped his lower lip instead.  Our tongues kept
brushing.  Will grunted softly, pressing his firm leanness against my body.

   Slowly but surely, I was being backed against one of the stately old
trees, Will's hand tangling in my long hair.  A warm palm cupped my breast,
covering it completely.  I gripped his shoulders and pulled on his tie. 
Bark, rough and solid, pressed against my bare back.

   "What are you doing?" I panted.

   Will flashed a smile, white in the darkness.  "Feeling you up."

   A thumb found my nipple, tender and pointing through the cotton eyelet.
I jerked against his sudden pinch, my hands sliding over rolled-up
shirtsleeves and down bare forearms.  Will's skin was warm and a little
sticky from the night air, his muscles wiry.  Need radiated out from his
touch on my breast.  My panties were damp.

   "Stop," I breathed into his mouth.

   "Cute," he muttered, his gaze on my cleavage and his large hand fondling
my small breast.  "Such a hard little nipple, as soon as I touched you."

   "Will!" Shouts, distant shouts from the circle of lanterns.  "Hey man,
where are you?  We need you!"

   Relief flooded my body.  "They need you," I whispered.

   "They always do." He stepped back and tucked my hair behind my ears. 
Shivers tightened my skin at his casual touches.  "Let's go."

   A warm hand wrapped around mine, leading me back to the party.  But when
we entered the pool of light, Will was swallowed up by the crowd, and I
slipped back to the shadows.

   *******

   The next morning, sunshine teased my eyes open.  My head throbbed,
buried in down pillows.  Combed cotton sheets brushed my legs.

   It took a minute to remember where I was.  My summer bedroom, more
spacious and airy than any brick dorm, campus apartment, or my cozy
childhood room, still felt unfamiliar.  My body, naked against the sheets,
felt unfamiliar.  I ran my hands over freckled skin, soft curves asking to
be squeezed, pink nipples hard against my palms.

   I'd rolled out of bed earlier this morning, shaken from scattered dreams
by shouts and laughter outside.  Half the party had spent the night on the
lawn.  The younger half, to be exact.  Sleek bodies stretched and stood on
the rolling grass, brushing off their bright clothes, shaking out blankets
and buttoning themselves up.  I'd spotted Spence and Pax strolling out of
the rustling woods with a girl between them, crooked ties dangling from
their necks, and smug expressions.  No sign of Will.

   Sitting up in bed now, I pushed damp copper waves of hair off my
shoulders.  My lips and breasts buzzed uncomfortably, remembering hot
kisses, insistent hands, that Mmm, little cousin.

   He'd been drinking last night.  There wasn't any more to it; there
couldn't be.  I'd fended off drunk guys before, though none of them had
gone that far.  None of them had been my cousin.  And none of them had left
my body flushed and aching.

   The silent house reassured me.  The clock on my dresser pointed to
eleven.  My aunt and uncle lived in a house full of people -- maids, a
chef, gardeners, drivers and security -- but Aunt Rose had informed me that
Sunday was the house staff's day off, and the peaceful quiet told me my
relatives were out.  I could walk barefoot to the kitchen in my ancient
nightshirt, half-awake and yawning, and drink all the coffee in the world
while I flipped through the paper and talked to no one.

   Padding into the kitchen, I stopped suddenly.  A lone male leaned back
in a kitchen chair.  Wet dark hair curled around his ears.  Unlike me, Will
was fully dressed in a lavender polo shirt girls only wished they looked so
pretty in, khakis, a brown leather belt, and shoes to match.  I caught
myself staring at sleek male muscles, bare tanned arms, a heavy watch that
glinted under the blown-glass hanging lamps.

   And he was the last person who needed to see my sweaty tumble of red
hair, the oversized t-shirt I'd loved long enough to wear holes in, and my
bare legs.  One look at me, and he'd know all I had on underneath was a
pair of skimpy panties.

   "Morning." Green eyes flicked in my direction.

   I nodded back briefly, rattling through the stained-glass cabinets for a
mug.  Any excuse not to look at the long lines of my cousin's body.  The
business section of the paper was spread out on the table, taking up all
the space.  I wondered if Will and I were the only two people our age who
actually read the news on paper.

   Focusing on the shining espresso maker in front of me, I tried to act
normal.  I'd worked one of these for three months at a summer job, churning
out dozens of lattes and mochas, but as I peered at the knobs and buttons,
it felt like I'd never seen one before.

   Footsteps sounded close to me.  I felt the warmth of Will's body next to
mine.

   "Like this." He filled the handled filter with coffee grounds, tamped
them down, and locked the filter into the machine.

   "Thanks," I murmured.  I was very aware of how short my nightshirt was,
inches below the hem of my underwear.  The thin material clung to my body.

   "I lost you last night." Will flipped a switch, setting a metal pitcher
underneath the fragrant drip.  When he crossed the wide kitchen to get
milk, his arm brushed mine.  I crossed my legs.  The steam wand buzzed,
frothing the milk.  "I was going to introduce you to everybody."

   "It's really okay."

   "Did you go hide in the trees again?"

   "More or less." I ran a finger around the rim of my coffee cup.  "Your
family has nice trees."

   "Hm." Will took the mug out of my hand and tipped the pitchers over it,
pouring in espresso and milk.  He watched as I sipped, foam coating my
upper lip.  When my tongue flicked out to lick it off, I'd never felt so
self-conscious.

   "Taste good?" he asked.

   Of course it tasted good.  Everything in this house was delicious.  I
nodded and sipped again, inhaling the burnt fragrance.  "Really good."

   "Glad." A hand settled on my waist.

   "Will--"

   "Just enjoy it." He nodded toward the coffee, but his hand slid over my
stomach, fingers fanning out.  My insides turned over.  Heat spread from
his palm to my skin, burning through thin cotton.  Lips met my neck from
behind.

   "You're not drunk," I whispered, panicking.  A nervous throb tightened
my body.  I managed to let go of the coffee cup, setting it down on the
counter.  "You don't have an excuse."

   "I don't need one." His voice was low.  Both hands caressed my stomach,
moving up to cup my breasts through the soft nightshirt.

   "You can't do that," I hissed.

   "Sure I can." He squeezed the small mounds lightly.  Thumbs rubbed over
my nipples.  "I'm doing it right now." When I wriggled, a strong body
pressed me against the counter, holding me firmly in place.  I smelled
cologne, light and crisp.

   "Will, stop," I said more strongly.  My nipples had hardened instantly
under his thumbs.

   "I don't want to stop." Fingers tickled the sensitive underside of one
breast.  More fingers pinched my other nipple.  A gasp left my mouth.  "I
don't think you want me to either."

   I moaned, trying to step back, but I was trapped against the counter.

   "Are you wet, Andie?" a deep voice whispered.  One leg wedged between
mine, opening my thighs.  I shook my head, refusing to answer, shamefully
aware that my crotch was moist and my panties damp.  My nightshirt was
riding up my body, pushed there by Will's leg between mine.  I cried out
when a large, warm hand slid under the light fabric to palm my flat
stomach, touching silky underwear and bare skin.  "Let's find out."

   "No." I gasped when those fingers slipped inside my panties and stroked
the soft curls.  Slowly, they parted my moist lips.  His low chuckle made
me shiver.

   This couldn't be happening.  Will couldn't be exploring between my legs,
his muscled body pinning me to the kitchen counter, his touch light and
teasing as he discovered how slippery my folds were.  When his fingers
massaged my clit, sudden wetness trickled onto his hand.  More juice
trickled down my thigh.

   "Yes," Will murmured in my ear.  "Mmm, yes, you are.  You're so wet."

   "Will, please," I groaned, as his hand became more insistent and my
crotch became slicker.  Fingers pinched my clit, much too good, rubbing it
into embarrassing excitement.  His lips were on my earlobe, sliding toward
my throat.  Every stroke and lick happened in slow motion.  Then he
caressed my opening.

   "Uhhh." Instinctively, I tightened on his fingers, clenching thickness
that stretched me too wide, just as Will made a surprised noise behind me.

   "Please?  You said please, baby?" His breath tickled my vulnerable neck.
"You mean, please use only one finger, because your tiny, sweet, virgin
pussy can't handle more than that?" I quivered, stunned, as he punctuated
each dirty word with a little flex of his fingers.  Thankfully, the
pressure eased up.  Then I stiffened when one finger sank deeper inside me,
my cousin holding me close against the counter while he penetrated me.  I
was gasping, pinned in place by the firm leg between mine.  When I
squirmed, the material of Will's khakis rubbed against my bare thighs.  My
bare, wet, juicy thighs.  The contact made me shudder with need.  A hard
bulge pressed against the curve of my lower back.

   "Why are you doing this?" I whispered.

   "Why are you still a virgin, Andie?" he whispered back.

   "None of your business." I closed my eyes in embarrassment when my tight
opening fluttered around Will's finger.  He was moving it in and out,
slowly, caressing me from the inside.  His touch kept drawing slickness out
from my folds.

   "It is my business." His other hand still surrounded my breast, fondling
it through my nightshirt.  His body was warm and firm behind me.  "Very
much my business." My nipple ached, grazed teasingly by his palm.  "What
the fuck were you doing in college?  How'd they let you graduate?"

   "How'd they let you in?" I was standing on my bare toes, clutching the
granite counter.  Struggling only ground my wet mound against his wrist. 
The shining silver espresso maker swam in front of me.  I tried not to
moan. "Oh, wait.  There's a building with your name on it."

   Will laughed softly in my ear, but I felt his muscles stiffen.  The
large finger buried inside me sank deeper.  I groaned, everything in my
body crying out to push back against him.  "You're here for the summer.  I
feel responsible."

   "What are you saying?" I panted.

   "Oh..." His palm slid up my stomach under my nightshirt, driving a gasp
from my mouth when hot skin met the bare curve of my breast.  "I think you
know, Andie."

   "Will, stop, you have to stop..." I begged, just as his finger slipped
out of my wetness and found my clit again.  Shamefully, my ass arched
against the firm bulge nestled there.  I couldn't keep back a loud moan.

   "Really?" Will chuckled.  I jerked against him at a bite on my earlobe.
"Not when my sweet little cousin is so close to coming.  I couldn't do that
to you."

   "Please," I pleaded.  It ended on a sob as he rubbed my clit.  Pleasure
coursed through my pussy, rushing up to my nipples.  I couldn't help
thrusting my breast into my cousin's caressing hand.  "Please stop, Will,
please..."

   "Uh," he grunted.  He was pushing that hard bulge against my cheeks now,
rhythmically.  It felt huge.  "No."

   His hand left my breast, my nipple throbbing, to pull my panties from my
dripping crotch.  I gasped when a large finger worked into my tight opening
again, stretching me, while more fingers mercilessly rubbed my clit.  He
was stroking me with both hands, pinning me to the counter with his body.
The rich aroma of coffee wafted toward my nose.

   "Have you ever gotten off, Andie?  Ever, sweet baby?" His whisper was so
soft and slow in my ear.  "Do you know what it's like to come hard?  Do you
know what it's like to just give in to pleasure?" Each word tickled my
earlobe.  "Do you know what it's like to get exactly what you want?"

   "No...not...  Not hard," I whispered, flushing at the confession.  A hot
tongue stroked my neck.  "I mean, I have, but it hasn't-- Not with a guy,
not like-- Uhhh, Will..."

   The pleasure built until I couldn't take it anymore.  My pussy clamped
down on my cousin's intruding finger, spasming again and again.  I braced
my hands on the counter, grateful for his firm thighs holding me in place.

   "Oh..." I gasped.  "Oh God.  Will.  Oh please..."

   "There we go." Will murmured, grinding his cloth-covered bulge against
my ass.  I moaned and shook and came.  I couldn't stop.  "That's more like
it." His breath was coming faster.  "Little slut cousin," he whispered in
my ear, and I gasped and convulsed again.  Then he grunted, pushing against
my quivering body with short jerks.

   "What's happening?" I squirmed against my cousin.  I didn't -- he
couldn't be -- yes.  He was.  I knew exactly what was happening.  I was
grinding Will's solid thigh, gripping the cool granite countertop, rubbing
my cream into a froth on his hands.  My cousin was thrusting against me
with long, smooth strokes.  My body shook with pleasure as Will's satisfied
groans filled my ears.

   He held me firmly against him, cupping my pussy in both hands, as his
thrusts slowed.  Finally, his finger eased from my tight warmth.  He gave
my clit a little flick before smoothing my underwear in place and deftly
straightening my nightshirt.  And finally, thankfully, he stepped back.

   "Turn around." His voice was calm, smiling.  I realized my legs were
shaky.  Slowly, I turned around.  "That's what happened." He pointed to the
damp stain on his crotch, a stain on his otherwise impeccable khaki pants,
and gave me a brilliant smile.  "I jizzed my pants because my little virgin
cousin came so hard when I fingered her, and it was so cute the way she
kept begging me to stop."

   I ran my fingers through my hair desperately.  My panties were soaked,
clinging to my damp pussy.  "Will, listen."

   "Want to help me clean up?" He pulled his zipper down.  Just then, the
front door opened.

   *******

   Whirling, I dashed out of the kitchen and into a long, hot shower.  I
was too stunned to feel anything but the drops raining down on my body.  As
they sluiced over my breasts, Will's hands were there again, cupping the
soft mounds and pinching my swollen pink nipples.

   In a daze, my own hand slipped between my legs to find the soaked folds
that had just convulsed around my cousin's fingers.  I shuddered, leaning
against the slate tiled wall.

   Pussy.  His word, not mine.  But the syllables sent out tendrils that
wound around my arms and legs, my waist, my breasts.  Now that he'd said
it, touched me there, I couldn't stop thinking it.  Steam rose and water
splashed over me while I slowly stroked my clit, shame and excitement
twining together into waves of pleasure that peaked in long, slow spasms.

   Coffee.  I still needed my coffee.  Remembering that fragrant cup got me
into a peasant blouse and cutoffs, dragged a comb through my long ginger
strands, and propelled me out of my bedroom and back into the kitchen.  By
the counter stood Will, also freshly showered, in new clean khakis and a
different polo shirt, talking with Aunt Rose.

   "Andie, you want to hang out today?" He turned toward me.  "I'll take
you out." His voice was normal.  Friendly.  And his smile -- all wholesome
family affection.  "Here," he added, handing me my mug of cooled coffee. 
"We're going boating.  Spence and Pax will be there, from the party.  They
both really liked Andie," he added to his mother off-handedly.  Aunt Rose
drawled something about nice boys and nice families.

   "I have a lot to do." I gripped my coffee cup.  What game was he
playing? "Galleys to look over.  Books to read.  Work stuff.  I'll just
stay here." Quickly, I made for the back patio.

   Outside, alone with the whispering trees, my mind struggled to make
sense of what had happened.  What was I supposed to do?  Talk about it with
Will?  No, I should stay the hell away from him.

   When the twin sounds of motors rumbled softly from the front of the
house -- Aunt Rose with the driver, Will in one of his cars -- I slipped in
through the back door, got my embroidered purse, and walked the two miles
to the train station.

   For hours, I followed the sidewalks in the city.  The constant parade of
color, sound, and smell absorbed me in its flow.  I found a ramen shop and
slurped noodles, my legs curled under the vinyl chair.  I flipped through
magazines in a store, smelling the inked pages, a retreat from the sticky
heat outside.  I played chess in a plaza with an old man who also had
nothing to say.  Bubbles rose in the air above us.

   Why was I still a virgin?  I'd told Will it was none of his business,
but the truth was, I wasn't sure myself.  I'd had boyfriends.  We'd
touched. It had been okay -- just okay.  And I'd never felt the urge for
more.  I'd never told my boyfriends I liked my own hands on my body better
than theirs, or that I thought penises were a little ridiculous.  I'd never
wanted someone enough to take them inside me.

   On the train home, the vague thought came that I should be furious.  But
all I felt was Will's hand between my legs.  All I heard were his
shockingly crude whispers in my ears.

   *******

   It was easy to avoid Will, the next few days.  Between work and reasons
to be out of the house, I simply didn't see him.  Maybe he was never home
during the week, anyway.

   Sunday night, I'd stared at the lock on my door: clicking it, then
unlocking it again.  Finally, I left it unlocked.  I tossed and turned on
the smooth sheets, sweaty and sleepless, alert for the soft squeak of the
door being pushed open.  It never came.

   At work, I made some friends, or at least people to linger with in the
city.  Meg and Emily were also just out of college, trying to save and
moaning about their dating woes.  Like me, they were up for splitting a
bottle of cheap red three ways at Meg's apartment and making stovetop mac
n' cheese.

   During the man discussions, I listened more than I talked.  Will's name
didn't come up.  When Emily insisted on setting me up with a friend of a
friend, I agreed more quickly than I ever had to a blind date.

   Thursday, Aunt Rose informed me over dinner that she and Uncle Richard
would be going to Nantucket over the weekend, and asked pointedly if I had
my own plans.

   "Or are you included in Will's plans for the weekend?" She speared a
cherry tomato with a fork.

   Will, home for once and studying his phone at the table while I found a
hundred reasons not to look at him, glanced up.  Those clear green eyes
settled on me.  Uncle Richard, bored, was dictating something into his own
phone.

   "No," I said brightly.  "I'll be busy.  And I have a date."

   "How nice, dear." Aunt Rose patted my arm.  "Be safe."

   Will's eyes flickered.

   "With who?" Uncle Richard put his phone down, next to his plate of squid
ink tagliatelle.  Will's gaze made me nervous, but Uncle Richard's dark
stare bored right through me.

   "A friend of a friend.  Of a friend."

   "What's his name?"

   "Richard, you don't need to launch an investigation," Aunt Rose
murmured.

   "He's advertised as being very nice." I took a long gulp from my glass,
hoping the subject would blow over.  I might be under Richard's roof for
the summer, but I was an adult.  Whether or not I felt like one.

   "Nice is good." Will pushed back his chair and stretched.  "I'm going to
the Bahamas this weekend."

   I choked on my cucumber water and tried to cover my snorting.

   "Andrea, really," Aunt Rose drawled.  Richard grunted, focused on his
phone again, and Will, grinning broadly, reached over to pat my face with a
napkin.  I pushed his hand away.

   "No, you're not," I said once I'd caught my breath.  I could feel my
blush, but spraying liquid across the elegantly set table had been
satisfying.

   "Sure I am.  Leaving work early on Friday.  Staying for two nights. 
Want to come?" Under the table, a warm leg nudged mine.  Will's slacks
brushed my bare skin.

   "No, really, it's okay."

   Aunt Rose twirled her fork, watching us lazily.

   "I can buy you a ticket right now.  First class."

   "I already have plans."

   Will cocked his head.  "Don't you want to come, Andie?" he murmured.

   This wasn't real.  The travel, the money, the foot stroking my ankle. 
Will's eyes on me, like my aunt and uncle weren't in the room.  I
swallowed.

   "No.  Thank you.  I already have plans this weekend."

   Will got up.  The grace in his body made my stomach curl.  "Andie's
welcome to come with me any time," he said to his parents.  "She knows
that. Standing invitation," he added over his shoulder as he left.

   *******

   That night, I phoned my own parents.  Dialing the two numbers made me
wince.  I wondered how many weeks it would take until I got used to calling
them separately.

   "Are you holding up okay, sweetie?" my mom wanted to know.  "I know you
probably have all your needs taken care of, and I'm sure you're doing well
at work, but my sister and her family--"

   "They're crazy." Sitting on the plush carpet, I leaned my head against
the carved bed frame.  "I know.  I don't know how they couldn't be."

   "Rose was always crazy," my mother said dismissively.  "Money's just
given her more of an outlet.  I don't know that she's ever loved Richard,
or even Will, but she certainly loves her lifestyle.  Has she had any
procedures done since you arrived?"

   "She looks great, Mom." Not the right thing to say, but I was too tired
to care.  There was a short silence.

   "And how's work?"

   "Long days." Thankfully.  "Lots of challenges."

   "I'm sure.  But this is an amazing opportunity, Andie." My mom sounded
like she'd repeated that phrase to herself, a lot.  "The way they've
stepped in-- Your uncle has connections beyond what I can even imagine.  I
don't want to imagine.  In fact, the less I think about Richard and what he
does with his time and influence, the better."

   "So let's not think about it." I ran my fingers through my long hair,
twisting the red strands.

   "I hope Will, at least, has been welcoming."

   I closed my eyes.  That deep voice murmured in my ear, taunting me: Do
you know what it's like to just give in to pleasure?  Do you know what it's
like to get exactly what you want?  Don't you want to come, Andie?

   "Andie?" My mother's voice, now.

   "Welcoming." I cleared my throat.  "You could say that."

   "I'm so glad." Relief filled my mother's voice.  "That boy is beyond
spoiled.  I doubt he's ever heard the word 'no.' But I remember you getting
along when you were kids."

   Right.  At my house, we'd climbed trees.  At his house, I'd gasped at
all the toys, overwhelmed, while he looked amused and even curious about my
reaction.  We'd gotten along fine on family visits, as long as I'd
overlooked Will's calm, total assurance that everything would go his way.

   "He's working most of the time." I drummed my fingers on my bare knee.
Seeing those unsettling green eyes, hearing those soft crude whispers, made
my fingers itch to slide up my leg and into my wet panties.  I stroked my
thigh, shivering, then squeezed the smooth flesh to keep my hand from going
further.  "Or partying.  I have no idea.  I hardly ever see him."

   "At Richard's firm." My mother sighed.  "Andie.  Your aunt, uncle, and
cousin live very differently than we do.  Please, I beg you, don't get
caught up in it."

   And who the hell was "we"?  My parents and I didn't make a family
anymore.  I'd moved out; my dad had moved out.  I wasn't sure where home
was, these days.

   "I won't ever." I kissed the phone, like I always did when Mom and I
talked.  "Love you, Mom."

   *******

   Sunday night, I came back to a large, dark, and empty house.  My feet
ached from too much walking.  My date tonight had been forgettable -- at
least, I was trying hard to forget.  The house stretched open to me, an
invitation.

   Tiptoeing down the thickly carpeted hall, I swung doors open, peering
into room after gracious room.

   Will's room was dominated by a huge bed in the middle.  Mahogany
headboard, snowy white sheets, pillows piled high.  The mountains of toys I
remembered from childhood visits had been replaced with rowing trophies, an
oar hanging on the wall, and a full-length pivoting mirror.  I didn't have
to open the big closet to know it held twice the number of clothes I owned.

   A deep blue rug cushioned my feet.  The antique globe on the desk was
smooth and bumpy under my fingers.  Next to it lay a stack of finance
books. Why bother, I wondered.  I could only guess the size of the trust
fund my uncle had set up for him.

   I pulled open the top drawer of the matching mahogany dresser and rifled
through perfectly folded, stacked briefs straight out of a clothing store.
Did Will put away his own damn underwear, or did the maids handle it all
for him?

   Photos clustered on one end of the dresser: Will at his prep school
graduation, seducing the camera; Will between Spence and Pax and other
beaming, back-slapping boys; Will with countless shiny-haired girls,
different in every picture but looking the same.  Will hurting my eyes with
that dazzling smile in every photo.  Will, Will, Will.

   Climbing onto the bed, I pressed my face in a pillow and picked up his
scent.  Male, crisp, fresh.  A hot flush ran down my body, chased by an
uneasy curl of need.  Suddenly I wanted to squeeze Will's plump pillow
between my thighs.  Wetness pooled in my panties, but I was already wet.  I
tossed down the pillow and hurried out.

   In the master bedroom, I eyed the four-poster bed and the wall safe and
touched the few exposed pieces of my aunt's jewelry curiously, running a
finger over heaped pearls and sparkling gems and gold outlines.  Paintings
hung from the walls.  The gleam of marble beckoned from the bathroom.

   My jaw dropped when I saw the tub.  Black veined marble, enormous, big
enough for six people to relax on the curved bench running around the
inside.  Gleaming gold faucet and knobs.  Jets inside.  The whole bathroom
was black and gold.

   My body ached from traipsing around the city in thin-soled satin flats.
No one else was home.  My aunt and uncle were still in Nantucket; Will was
in the Bahamas; the house staff was enjoying a much-deserved day off. 
Soon, the tub was bubbling and my gauzy purple dress lay in a heap on the
shining counter.

   The bath salts I poured in smelled like luxury and release.  Twisting my
ginger waves into a bun, I sank into the hot water, letting out a sigh of
pleasure.  Minutes passed.  My eyes drifted closed as my muscles loosened
in the fragrant bath.

   The door pushed open.  I sat up frantically, then scooted backwards to
hide my nakedness in the foaming water.

   "What are you doing in here?" My cousin stood in the doorway, leather
jacket slung over his shoulder, his hair tousled.

   "I didn't know anyone else was home." My voice dropped to a whisper.

   "Just got in." His smile was bright.  He came in, closed the door with a
soft click, and dropped his jacket on the counter next to my dress and
underwear.  He looked like he'd been dipped in sunlight.  "The beach was
nice.  You would have liked it, Andie.  Why are you home so early?  Weren't
you going to have fun this weekend?  You had a date, right?"

   "Yeah." I tried breathe normally.  "Fun didn't happen so much.  Uh, he
was boring."

   "Boring." Will shook his head.  "I'm so sorry."

   "And cheap." Green eyes traveled over my freckled shoulders to the tops
of my bare breasts, softly swelling above the steaming water.  I shifted,
sinking deeper into the tub.  "He refused to get on the subway, and he
didn't want to pay for a cab, and we walked everywhere.  I mean, I like
walking, but this was crazy.  I'm so sore now.  I wore the wrong shoes. 
That's why I..." I gestured at the tub, flushing hotly under Will's gaze. I
was babbling.  I should tell him to leave.  "And I would have just paid for
the cab myself, but..." I trailed off.  "I'm trying to save up."

   "For what?" He looked at me curiously.

   "Life.  Next year.  The year after.  Do you even know what that means?"

   Will blinked, but he just shook his head.  "All worn out.  Sore.  We
can't have that." He smiled over his shoulder at me, turning away to toss
his wallet and keys on the counter.  "I'll tell my parents to start giving
you an allowance."

   Tell, not ask.

   "Don't," I muttered.  Will began unbuttoning his oxford shirt.  I peered
at him, wondering if I was seeing things.  "I'm already uncomfortable
enough."

   "No shit." He pulled his shirt off.  "You should make the most of it,
Andie.  Most girls would take advantage."

   "Will-- What are you doing?" I gaped at his naked chest and shoulders.
His body was lean and sculpted, his skin burnished.  His belt buckle
clinked under his fingers.

   "Taking my clothes off," he said calmly.  "And you look pretty
comfortable right now in my parents' tub."

   "I really don't think--"

   Will unzipped his slacks and stepped out of them.  His briefs came down
over his slim hips, and he dropped them on the marble counter.

   I stared up at him as he bent over me, naked.  He was gorgeous.  Like a
statue, but warm and alive.  His hard penis pointed toward me -- thick,
carved, perfect.  His balls hung like ripe fruit.

   "I hate you," I whispered.  "You have everything."

   Will tested the water with his hand.  "Mm.  You like it hot." He grinned
at me.  "Your mouth's open, Andie." Stepping into the tub, he knelt on the
marble in front of me and cupped my chin firmly in his hand.  We were eye
to eye now.  I could almost taste the kiss about to happen.  My body
clenched.

   "Look." I put my hand over his mouth, trying to move him back.  Fingers
circled my wrist and pushed it easily against the marble lip of the tub. 
Will tilted my chin towards him again.  Lips met mine in a hot, wet kiss.
My mouth opened helplessly to take in his tongue.

   He pulled back suddenly, leaving me panting.  "I am looking." He smiled,
flashing white teeth.  "I see you naked in my parents' tub.  Isn't it good
that I found you here, and not them?"

   I gasped at a sudden pinch on my nipple.  Will's eyes feasted on the
little pink bud, caught between male fingers.  He still held my other hand
captive, one thumb rubbing my wrist.

   "Not answering that." I tried to pull my wrist away and couldn't.  When
I pushed my free palm on his chest, I met wet, unmoving muscle.

   "Mmm." Will's hand closed over my breast.  He moved over the uptilted
slope, exploring the shape with leisurely fingers, openly drinking in the
sight of my bare freckled skin.  I shuddered, digging my own fingers into
his sculpted shoulder.  "Nice tits, little cousin.  Very nice.  Beautiful,
really.  Remind me why you're a virgin, again?"

   Suddenly my nipple was in his mouth -- hard, eager, and treacherously
aroused by his nibbles and sucks.  Biting back a moan, I grabbed a handful
of brown hair and shoved him away.  He chuckled and grasped my hand,
maneuvering my wrists together so that he held them in one large palm right
above my head.  My breasts thrust toward him, the soft mounds slick with
bathwater.

   "Maybe because you date guys who are boring and cheap," he whispered.

   His mouth engulfed my nipple again, his tongue wet and warm on the
sensitive bud.  When he finally pulled away, I was panting, off-balance on
the bench, my feet splashing in the tub.

   "Don't you know how much fun you can have?" Will leaned close to my
face. "Why aren't you taking advantage, Andie?  Why not?" His scent made my
nipples tighten.  "Why aren't you my mom's best pal by now?  Why aren't you
trying to make it with my friends?  Why aren't you trying to butter me up?
Why aren't you flirting with my dad and letting him feel your sweet little
body in the back hallway?" I shivered.  Will's free hand was devouring the
soft slopes of my breasts, the smooth flatness of my stomach, and the
slight curve of my hips.  "He would, you know.  You think he's not looking,
but he is."

   "Because," I moaned.  "I don't want to."

   My cousin was looking at me directly at me now, his deep green eyes
holding mine.

   "Oh really?" He cupped a handful of the water I'd drawn in his parents'
magnificent tub and let it spill over one bare breast.  Water beaded on my
tender nipple.  "You should have come with me this weekend, Andie." His
finger trailed down the path of freckles on my chest.  "You would have
gotten so many more of these, lying out in the sun." A hot tongue followed
his finger, lapping freckled skin in slow circles.  I sucked in my breath.
"You could have tried so many new things." His tongue played over the swell
of my breast.  When my wrists twitched in his grasp, his fingers tightened.
"Ever had champagne poured over your naked body?" His voice dropped."Bet
you haven't."

   "Waste-- of good wine," I managed.  My muscles tensed, fighting the
feeling of cold liquid fizzing on my skin, running down my neck, spilling
all over my breasts and belly, trickling between my legs...

   "Oh, don't worry.  I'd lick it all up.  Maybe I'd even share." A little
smile played over his lips as his hand slid over my trembling stomach and
pushed between soft thighs.  The fragrant bathwater surrounded us both,
lapping at our bare skin.  The bathroom was full of steam.

   "Why are you doing this?" I pleaded.  I struggled to get my wrists free,
but his grip was firm.  My thighs were no match for his hand, wiggling its
way into my tightly closed crotch.  No -- not tightly closed.  My legs
quivered, opening to him.  He moved between them, close to me, keeping my
legs apart with the bulk of his body.  My hips couldn't help lifting to
meet his hungry touch.  Will's lips captured mine again.

   "Because," he murmured into my mouth.  Fingers were parting my lips,
discovering my moist secrets.  I squirmed against his invading hand.  "I
want to."

   "No one gets what they want all the time." My breath was coming in
pants.

   "I do." He found my core and penetrated my tightness, watching me
closely.  I cried out.  "You could."

   "Will..." I moaned softly.  My wrists still strained against his hand,
but they relaxed a little.  My soft folds quivered around his probing
touch. My skin prickled, suddenly sensitive everywhere to the warm currents
of water.  Curiosity, nerves, arousal sent a shudder through my body. 
"That is just -- one finger, isn't it?"

   A broad grin filled his face.  "Just one finger, baby girl.  Such a
tight, hot little pussy."

   "Please," I moaned.  I didn't even know what I was asking for now.  A
hot flush bloomed on my cheeks when my pussy suddenly clutched his finger.
Will laughed and leaned even closer, sinking his finger deeper and firmly
massaging my tight core.  Water splashed around us.  The marble tub was
hard against my back, holding me in place as I squirmed against rising
need.

   "You know how unbelievably wet you are?" he hissed.  "Admit it, Andie.
This feel good." Without warning, his finger slid out, replaced by
thickness and a stinging sensation.

   "No..." I looked at Will pleadingly, writhing against the firm fingers
filling my pussy.

   "Mmm." His voice was deeper, his eyes darkening with lust.  He took in
my naked body arching in the water, my wrists pinned together above my
head, my puffy pink nipples crowned with condensation, and my vulnerable
pussy, soft and wet and slowly yielding to his intrusive fingers.  "Yum."

   Shame washed over me, tightening my nipples, as I realized my thighs
were parting completely, giving Will's hand full access to my aching,
throbbing crotch.  Need followed.  I couldn't keep it back.  Oh God, I had
to give in...

   When I thrust my soaked folds against my cousin's large palm, rubbing
and moaning, I groaned in frustration.  The smug grin on his face made my
hands itch to smack him.

   "I don't care," I burst out.  "Tell your parents I used their tub. 
Don't hold it over my head.  I'll do it myself.  What's the worst that can
happen?  I'm going to tell them everything their precious boy has done to
me.  Just wait."

   Will looked at me for a minute.  His brown hair was curling in the humid
air, and little droplets of moisture clung to his upper lip.  His green
eyes were smoky.  His face was very close to mine.  His fingers flexed in
my tight pussy, and I gasped and bucked my hips toward him.

   "You don't know my parents," he said softly.  "I do.  And you using
their private bathroom without permission would be a way bigger problem
than me taking your virginity."

   For a second, I couldn't speak.  "You're lying," I snapped, when I got
my voice back.  "And you're not taking my virginity.  Not going to happen,
and that's not what I'd tell them.  I'd tell them you're forcing me, having
your way with me, making me do things."

   Will's breath was warm on my face.  "And you think they'd tell me to
stop?"

   "Of course they would." My voice dropped to a whisper.

   "No." He kissed me, nudging his tongue between my resisting lips while
he probed my pussy more firmly.  "That's where you're wrong, Andie.  They
wouldn't."

   "They would," I said weakly.

   "Try it." He nipped my lower lip.  I groaned, my soaked crotch throbbing
from his insistent touch.  "They'd tell me to enjoy myself."

   "No," I whispered.

   "Go on, tell them." His lips slid over my throat.  "And I'll tell them
you used their tub.  If you're lucky, you'll get off with a little
spanking. My dad doesn't go easy, though." He pulled back and broke into a
sparkling smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.  "Especially on pretty
girls."

   I stared.  "You're full of shit, Will." My tight opening quivered around
his spearing fingers.  My wrists strained against his gripping hand.  When
his tongue swirled over my earlobe, I gasped.  "You're just trying to scare
me.  I don't believe a word."

   "Try me." He laughed softly in my ear.  "Or I could spank you myself. 
Maybe I will.  Would you like that better, Andie?"

   My head swam.  Will's words, his breath on my face, the steam in the
bathroom, his fingers wriggling inside me as he held me against black
marble -- I could barely think straight.  My arms were pins and needles.

   "Will," I said quietly.  I had to convince him.  "Can you please let my
arms go?  They hurt."

   I expected him to laugh and ignore me, but he leaned down and kissed me
again.  "Depends, little cousin.  No pushing, no shoving.  Promise?"

   "Promise," I murmured.

   He released my wrists and eased my arms into the warm water.  As I
groaned softly, rubbing my tingling muscles, his thumb pressed my clit.  A
hand closed over my breast, caressing the soft swell.

   "Will," I whimpered, as he teased the hard nub.  Confused excitement
lanced through my body.  My pussy quivered, clamping down on his fingers.
"Too much..."

   "Uh," he grunted.  His handsome face was beginning to contort with lust.
"Uh-huh.  Sweet little virgin.  Mmmm.  Such a tiny little pussy.  It feels
good too, right?"

   It did feel good.  Much too good.

   "Please." I clutched his muscled arms.

   "On my lap, baby."

   Fingers slid out of me.  I struggled in the warm water, but he lifted me
easily onto his lap, holding my back tightly against his wet chest.  One
arm circled my slim body.  My nipple hardened under insistent pinches. 
Will's fingers were back between my legs, stretching and stroking the slick
folds.  His thumb rubbed my clit again, pushing me toward a precipice of
painful pleasure.

   But now I could feel his bare cock against my back, trapped between us,
hot and smooth and hard.  It had looked so beautiful when he stripped.  My
mouth watered.  Hunger was building and building inside me.  I squeezed his
arms again, wrapped around my waist.  My head arched back.

   "Will, oh God, Will..." I sobbed.

   "Slut," he breathed.  "You're going to come, aren't you."

   "No," I whispered, wriggling on his lap.  He rubbed my clit harder,
relentlessly, his large hand swallowing my tender breast.

   "Yes.  You're going to come so hard for me, little cousin.  With me
inside you, filling you."

   I turned to look at him pleadingly.  "Will, please, let up just a
little...you don't have to stop, just let up a little..."

   He grunted with pleasure, moving his fingers firmly in and out of my
aching pussy.  Lips met mine from behind, hot and wet with an eager tongue.
My thighs began to shake.

   "Will!" I screamed.  Heat flooded my body.  My tight opening quivered
and spasmed around my cousin's fingers.  Waves of pleasure washed over me
again and again.

   "Oh God..." I sobbed.  "Oh...  Enough..."

   Will grunted again.  His firm thumb on my clit found just the right
spot. As I shuddered with need, he pushed against the tender bud and rubbed
harder.  Another, deeper orgasm rocked me from bottom to top.  The steamy
bathroom blurred in front of me.

   "Fuck," he whispered.  "You are, Andie.  You're coming so hard for me."
I twitched and moaned at his insistent touch, panting for breath.  Finally,
he pulled his hand from my creamy folds.

   Tears were streaming down my cheeks from the intensity, and impulsively
I turned and buried my face in Will's hard chest.

   "Mmm," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.  "Hot." I felt him
arranging my limp limbs so his heavy shaft nestled against my wet core. 
Pulling me close, he rubbed my back in the warm water, the way he had at
the garden party.  The touch soothed me and made my skin crawl all at once.
Slow thrusts of his hips rolled against me, the thickness of his penis
sliding through my folds.  "I like your tears, little cousin.  Maybe I
should fuck you right now."

   I could only shake my head against his chest.

   "Or maybe I'll give your perfect pussy a rest." One hand cupped my ass,
and I was too exhausted to protest.  "Hmmm, what's this?" A finger,
exploring my cleft, brushed sensitive skin.  The tip pressed inward, making
me twitch around teasing touch.

   "Will..." I groaned.  "Stop."

   "Is your little asshole sensitive, baby girl?" His finger stroked the
tight pucker.  I clamped down, shocked by the surge of pleasure.  "Nice."
Suddenly the finger was gone, leaving my ass to clench up.  "On your
knees," he said softly.

   I couldn't believe it, but I was complying, rising off my cousin's lap
as he helped me up, then sinking gracefully to my knees on the bench of the
marble tub.  He sat down on the lip, his muscular legs spread.  His
sculpted cock was deep red, angry-looking and delicious.  Cock.  I'd never
used that word before, never thought it.  The thick shaft glistened with
water, right in front of me.  A pearl of liquid hung from the shiny head. I
couldn't keep my eyes off the plump, softly-furred balls hanging below.

   "Wrap your hands around it," he said in that same soft voice.  I did. 
"Lick it." I licked.  "Take my cock in your mouth, sweet cousin." Shyly, I
opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the fat head of Will's cock. 
"Mm, such a good girl." He stroked my hair, and a flush of pleasure, chased
with shame, swept my body.  "Take it deeper.  That's right." He was
massaging my head now, loosening my knot of hair, and I hated and loved how
intimate his touch felt.  My nipples tightened, my pussy throbbing.  "Lick
the underside, little slut.  Suck my cock.  Ah, yeah.  Deeper, baby.  Look
at you, Andie."

   I moaned around the thick flesh, bringing my hand up to cup and fondle
Will's balls as I caressed his cock with my tongue.  I couldn't help it. 
They felt perfect in my hand.

   "Ooohhh," he groaned.  "Little slut cousin.  You're gonna-- uh!"

   A thick spurt of hot liquid filled my mouth.  Then another.  Will's
fingers were tangled in my hair as he grunted with pleasure.  More liquid
shot into my mouth.  Will kept me firmly in place as he thrust between my
lips, his cock twitching with each jet of cream.  Finally he eased his
softening cock out of my mouth.

   "Now swallow, baby girl," he murmured.  I swallowed, flinching a little
at the flavor.  Not the first time I'd tasted the bitter saltiness, but it
was the first time I hadn't spit it out.  I ran my tongue over my lips. 
Will chuckled.  "You'll learn to like it." He held out a hand and helped me
out of the tub.

   "Will, look--" I began.  Then I blushed when I realized he was staring
at my naked body.  When I tried to grab a towel, he held it out of my
reach. "A lot of girls have swallowed your cum, haven't they?" I blurted
out.

   "You care?"

   I shrugged, blushing harder.

   A slow smile spread over his face as he took in my blush.  "The answer's
yes.  Ever had a man's face between your legs?"

   "Tried it once." My throat was dry.  "Tickled too much."

   "Hm." He put a hand on my neck, rubbing his thumb over my throat.  I
felt so exposed.  His eyes traveled over the loosened tendrils of wet red
hair brushing my freckled shoulders, my softly curving breasts capped with
little pink nipples, the smooth flat expanse of my belly and my slightly
rounded hips, stopping on the tuft of ginger curls at my crotch.  I'd never
studied myself naked like this before, never been studied naked.  Then he
wrapped the fluffy towel around my body and took one for himself.

   "Why are you doing this?" I whispered.

   He shrugged gracefully.  "You said you had a boring night.  So I helped
you out with that.  Come to bed."

   Dazed, I followed as he led me to his room, our clothes bunched over his
arm, his hand securely around mine.

   *******

   Will's bed felt as enormous as it looked.  We didn't need most of the
mattress, because he pulled me close to his naked body, twining an arm and
a leg over me as we sank into the soft sheets.

   "'Night, Andie," was all he said.  Lips brushed my ear, and my skin
tingled when his arms tightened around me.

   Exhausted, I murmured a goodnight, my eyelids already drooping.  I was
too worn out to wrest myself free and stumble down the labyrinth of dark
hallways to my bedroom.  Will's shoulder was warm and solid under my cheek,
his hold on me firm.  His body was still, but I could tell he was awake. 
For a while, I listened to our quiet breathing.

   "You were bullshitting me, right?" My voice came out a whisper in the
soft darkness.  "About your dad."

   "Bullshitting," Will repeated drowsily.  "I wish I was."

   His voice was sleepy, but the dim light showed that his eyes were open:
pale, rimmed with dark lashes, close to mine.  His mouth was soft and
relaxed.  Some hair had fallen over his face.  My hand itched, not to smack
away a smug grin now, but to stroke that hair off his forehead and feel his
cheek under my palm.  I clenched my fingers tightly instead.

   "I don't want--"

   "He won't touch you," Will mumbled into my hair.  "If you don't want him
to."

   Not like you, I thought.  But I couldn't say it.  My tongue still tasted
the musk of heavy male flesh, the warmth of Will's cream.  My palm felt the
eager betrayal of sliding up a firm thigh to cradle silken balls.  My whole
body remembered the rush of pleasure when he'd groaned with pure need and
flooded my mouth.

   "Remember when you said..." I began.  "'Don't you think it's funny how
much our parents hate each other,' the last time you were at my house."

   "Um." Will's body felt more alert.

   I pushed on.  "I always thought you meant that-- my parents hated your
parents, and the other way around.  But that's not all you meant, was it?
You meant, your mom and dad hate each other.  My mom and dad hate each
other." Each word hurt.  "I didn't see it, but you did."

   Silence.  "Yeah," Will said finally.  His voice was quiet.  "Sorry."

   "And it's true." I stared across the room at the the globe, my cheek on
Will's naked shoulder.

   "Go to sleep, Andie." His hand patted my back awkwardly.  "There's
nothing to do about it."

   "No.  I guess there really isn't."

   But I was awake now.  Tree forms moved across the shutters, reaching
branches out in the night.  Soft sheets wrapped around us, but the fabric
was getting warm: Will gave off a lot of body heat.  His chest rose and
fell under mine, reminding me with every breath of my naked body pressed
close to my cousin's.  I twitched, then shifted to get rid of a crick in my
neck, then tried to stretch my legs, which were completely intertwined with
his.  His thigh wedged firmly between mine, parting soft skin and holding
me still.

   "Stop moving," he whispered to the top of my head.

   "I move around a lot in bed," I murmured.  "That's how it is."

   "Just go to sleep," he whispered back.

   "Can't sleep."

   A pause.  Then fingers worked through my damp hair, unknotting the
loosened bun.  A slow hand smoothed the thick waves over my neck and down
my back.  I tensed, then let my body sag against Will's, naked skin sliding
against his.  My head relaxed against his chest.

   "If this doesn't work," he said in a low voice, "there are a lot of
things in this house you can take to make you sleep."

   I shook my head, eyelids closing again.  "Don't want them." As Will
rubbed my head, I drifted into darkness.

   Sometime during the night, I stirred.  Why were heavy limbs wrapped
around me?  And my skin against sheets -- naked?  I thrashed against the
male body close to mine and heard a sleepy chuckle.  A hand closed over
mine, wrapping my fingers around something hard and soft, velvety and
inviting.

   "Will?" I mumbled.

   "Stroke me, baby." His breath was warm in my ear.

   Still groggy, I let him move my hand over the warm rod, squeezing it
involuntarily.  His cock.  I was holding his cock.

   "Will, no," I breathed, coming more awake.  Wetness gathered between my
legs.  "Let's just-- lie here, okay?  We can talk more.  It's nice to lie
here."

   "Mm-hm, it is." His fingers tightened on mine, moving my hand on the
thick rod with sure, sensual strokes.  "Uhh.  Uh-huh.  Squeeze it just like
that, sweet girl."

   I tried to pull my hand free, but Will held it firmly in place.  His hot
skin, smooth against my palm, sent shivers through my body.  When the hard
little buds of my nipples brushed his chest, I moaned and buried my face in
his shoulder.

   "Hmmm." A large hand cupped my ass, pulling me close against my cousin's
firm body and trapping his cock between us.  Fingers slid into my crevice,
exploring.  "Wet, so very wet."

   "Will--"

   I moaned when he pinched my clit.  I was squeezing his cock with both
hands now, flushed and aroused by the feel of his flesh, sliding one hand
down of its own accord to fondle his balls.  I needed to feel them in my
hand.

   "Uh," he groaned, thrusting faster into my palms.  "Fuck."

   Warm liquid flooded my belly.  My thighs clenched.  More spurts dripped
down into the soft nest of curls between my legs.  Will kept his hand on
mine, pumping droplets of cum onto my skin while I writhed shamefully on
the fingers that probed my melting entrance.  Finally, he released me.

   "So good, Andie," he murmured.  I moaned when his hand left my wet
folds. "Go to sleep, baby girl."

   I clutched his hand in protest, ready to pull it back, then pushed it
away, shocked.  Had I really tried to guide his hand between my legs?  Had
I really wanted to talk?

   Will laughed softly and rolled over.  Soon, he was breathing lightly.

   Now was my chance to slip out of my cousin's bed.  I could tiptoe naked
back to my bedroom with his cream wet on my stomach and my crotch throbbing
with painful excitement.  My nipples ached.  I pinched one sleepily. 
Turning my head, I moaned into the pillow.  I couldn't help rubbing my
soaked thighs together.  When I moved, Will's arm came up to rest on my
back, a solid weight that finally pulled me into sleep.

   *******

   Warmth, wet warmth and teasing pressure between my legs brought me out
of sleep.  Soft morning light filtered through white shutters, outlining
silver-framed photos on a dresser, an old globe and a stack of books on a
wooden desk.  Where--

   Will's room.  My thighs were spread wide, held open by heavy male hands.
Something was -- licking over my folds.  I blinked awake, struggling
fruitlessly against the strong hold.

   Smooth brown hair tickled my thighs and stomach.  My cousin's head was
nestled between my legs.  His lips and tongue moved casually but firmly
over my clit, my swollen lips, my aching entrance, and back to my clit
again, swirling over the little nub until it throbbed with need.

   "Will--" I gasped.

   Green eyes flicked up to meet mine.  A pink tongue ran one long lick all
the way up my cleft.

   "Morning," he murmured, stopping long enough to give me a white grin. 
His full lips were shiny with my juices.  "Look at you.  All wet and
dripping for me."

   "Will, I need to get to work." I clutched at his hair, trying to pull
him away.  I felt so open, so exposed to his gaze.  His fingers tugged at
my folds, parting them even more.  "I'm going to be late."

   "Poor baby.  You did move around a lot during the night." He slurped at
my entrance, pushing his tongue over and over against the soft flesh, and I
moaned.  "You taste so sweet, Andie.  I knew you would." His eyes met mine
again.  "Does this tickle too much?" His voice was low and concerned.  That
pink tongue flicked my clit, and I moaned.  "Or is it better than last
time?" A soft stream of air blew over my eager little nub.  "With that
other guy?" I cried out, my legs trembling.

   "Stop." My thighs shuddered against his hands.  Will just bent to lick
me again.  One palm slid inward over my tender skin.  Fingers played in my
dripping folds.  "Wait," I pleaded, hips bucking upwards as my pussy
quivered against a sudden intrusion.

   "You took two fingers so well yesterday, sweet baby." When I spasmed
around the thickness filling me, his face broke into a pleased smile. 
"Now, let's see..."

   Another finger grazed the tight pucker he'd explored in the bath.  "No,"
I groaned.

   "Yes.  Let me in, Andie." He caressed the resisting entrance, massaging
soaked and sensitive skin until I relaxed.  Fingers sank into both my
openings, deeper, before he began to stroke in and out.  A hot tongue
bathed my folds, soothing the sting of being stretched around Will's
fingers.  His touch was so intimate, so wrong.

   "Ow," I whimpered.  Juices gushed over Will's tongue and fingers.  His
probing, wiggling touch in my ass set my nerves on fire.

   "You love this, little cousin," he murmured, his glazed eyes meeting
mine.  Deliberately, he licked circles over my clit, never breaking our
gaze.  I thrashed and moaned.  His tongue was hot and soft.  "You can't get
enough."

   "Don't," I begged.  My thighs shook.  I clenched against a tide of want.

   "I'm going to fuck you, Andie.  Soon.  We both know it." He buried his
face between my legs and sucked hard, his fingers stroking, penetrating,
taking.

   "Will!" I shrieked.  "Oh God, Will..."

   My wet core clutched his fingers in a long spasm.  Oh God, my ass
too...I could feel him inside me, everywhere.  His tongue didn't stop
licking, didn't let up, as my whole body tightened, a rush of warmth
bathing my crotch like a pail of warm water had been tipped over me.  Will
was growling into my pussy, sucking and licking the soaked folds as I came
helplessly on his tongue and fingers.  His mouth found a sensitive spot,
and I cried out, spasming again and kicking my bare feet into his soft
downy comforter.

   "Oh." My voice was shuddering as he slowed his licks and thrusts.  His
luxurious sheets were soaked with my juices.  I could feel them puddling
under my naked cheeks.  "Oh God.  Will."

   He pulled his fingers out of my still-quivering body.  Climbing over me,
his face glazed with lust, he straddled my chest.  His thick sculpted cock
pointed at me.  "Suck me, Andie," he whispered.

   Like it was a dream, I wrapped my fingers around his pulsing shaft and
took his cock in my mouth.  The hard flesh was satin on my tongue.  I
lapped up the warm liquid that oozed from his silky head, licking more
eagerly as his breathing got faster, sucking his crown, caressing his sac
with soft fingers, secret excitement clutching my body, until he grunted
loudly and pulled out from between my lips.  Gripping his shaft, he aimed
at my breasts, pumping hard and fast.

   Spatters of cream painted the soft curves, coating my puffy pink
nipples. I moaned softly at the feeling of warm cum dripping down my
sensitive skin.

   "Fuck, yes," Will groaned, staring at each spurt with hooded green eyes
as it slicked my chest.

   Finally, his hand slowed and his breathing did, too.  I lay sprawled
beneath him, stunned, my pussy still throbbing.  Down the hall, far away, a
door opened and closed.  Muffled voices floated through the air.

   "Stay there," Will said softly, getting off the bed.  "Don't move.  My
parents are home."

   "And you said they wouldn't care what you did to me," I murmured.  "Were
you lying?"

   "No." Will looked back from the doorway, pulling on clean boxers.  "They
wouldn't care.  But you'd care if they, and all the staff, saw you naked
and dripping with my cum." He gave me a dazzling grin and left the room.  I
closed my eyes, wondering if this was real.

   I could leave now.  This room, this house.  Nothing was stopping me from
rolling off this gigantic snowy-sheeted bed, pulling on Will's preppiest
clothes over the mingled juices on my body, and glaring at my aunt and
uncle when they looked at me sideways in the hall.  I could pack my bag in
minutes, cross the landscaped grounds, run to the train station, and crash
on my friends' busted couch in the city.  I could show up at my dad's new
apartment that I'd never seen.  I could move back in with my mom to the
house I'd always known, the house which was missing half the family
pictures now.

   But I didn't fit in the places I'd counted on, and home was nowhere.

   I stayed on the bed.

   A minute later, the door opened and closed.  Will knelt over me, the
firm mattress sinking slightly.  A warm, wet cloth rubbed circles over my
naked breasts and belly, wiping me clean.  It felt good.  So good.  I
couldn't deny it.  Will had just the right touch -- not too hard, not so
light that it tickled.  And he knew it, a bright smile lighting up his face
when I tried not to arch my back for more.

   Fingers suddenly pinched my nipple, rolling it.  I gasped and shook my
head, but hands began to move over my damp skin.  When I wriggled, Will
settled onto me with his muscled weight, one hand pushing inexorably
between my legs.

   "No," I moaned.  "No, Will, no...  Not again...  I have to get to
work..."

   "Yes," he murmured.  "I want to."

   "I'm sore." I squirmed under his heavy touch.

   "Mmm." He kissed me softly.  "So hot and wet and sore just from taking
my fingers."

   "Please," I gasped.  He was right.  I was so hot.  I was so wet.

   "Like this, baby girl?" he murmured between kisses.  Easing his fingers
out of my creamy heat, he caressed my clit in slow circles.  "You want me
to make you come like this instead, Andie?"

   "No, I don't-- Will, don't--uh..." I whimpered.  My legs closed around
his wrist.  I clutched his sculpted shoulders.  Will just kept rubbing and
rubbing until I couldn't hold back any longer.  My soaked lips pushed
against his palm as I shuddered through hard spasms of pleasure.  His
tongue was so invasive between my lips.

   "Slut," he murmured into my mouth, squeezing my breast in one large
hand. Sure fingers forced more contractions from my crotch.  "You love
this, you love every minute of it, sexy little cousin."

   I could only gasp, opening my mouth to his slow kisses, as I shook under
his touch.

   When he let me up after one last kiss, he went to his enormous closet
and opened the doors.

   "I'm not a slut." I stared at the smooth lines of his back, narrowing
down to the waistband of his boxers.  "You know that."

   "Between the two of us?  I think you are." Will took out a thick robe.
"Only because you get so wet every time I call you that."

   My cheeks were stained with red.  "I'm going to be late," I muttered,
unkinking my muscles as I climbed off the wide bed.

   Will draped his robe around my shoulders.  "If you hurry, I bet you'll
still be on time to work.  Almost." He flashed me a grin.  "I know you're
trying to save up.  Better run, Andie."

   "Bastard," I snapped.  Knotting the sash of the robe, I slammed the door
on my way out.  I hoped the whole house felt it.

   *******

   I didn't see Will at all the next week.  I stayed out as much as
possible, and when I was home, he wasn't.  I didn't ask my aunt or uncle
about his whereabouts.  Maybe he'd flown back to the Bahamas, or gone to
frolic in Ibiza, or drowned in the Bermuda Triangle.

   His robe hung in my room.  I wasn't inclined to return it.  One night,
after talking on the phone to my parents -- separately -- I couldn't sleep.
Everyone had been very busy reassuring everyone else that we were all doing
fine.  Pulling my nightshirt off, I wrapped myself in the thick robe, much
too big for me, the velvety blue terrycloth soft, rough and scented on my
bare skin.  I didn't hold back the tears that trickled onto my pillow, or
the hot juices that soaked the sash between my thighs, before I drifted off
to sleep.

   Mid-week after work, in a little club with no cover, I perched on a
wooden chair with Emily, the friend who'd set me up with her friend's
friend.

   "Ladies.  Can I get you another drink?" The waitress raised her voice
over the music, smiling at us significantly.

   I shook my head.

   "We're sharing a chair, so we're sharing a drink," Emily chirped,
holding up our cosmo.

   The waitress wrinkled her nose in an Isn't that cute but not really
expression, and left.

   "I googled your rich relatives." Meg, on her own chair with a drink to
herself, poked me.  "And by rich, I mean moneyed as fuck," she added to
Emily.  I'd told them the basics, nothing more.  "Your cousin's dreamy."

   "He's insane." I shifted on the chair, bumping Emily, who laughed.

   "Even better.  Rich, handsome, and twisted -- now that's hot."

   "My whole family's insane," I muttered.

   "Oh, I know," Emily said.  "I'm the only normal person in my family too.
It's a burden, right?"

   My phone buzzed.  Andrea.  My aunt's number.  I'd like you to accompany
me to a luncheon on Saturday.  We haven't had nearly enough time together.
Dress nicely.

   I held up the phone.  Meg shook her head.  "Who texts the word
'luncheon?'"

   *******

   Saturday, I stood next to Aunt Rose on the wide front porch, waiting for
the car.  The sun shone brilliantly.  The leaves on the solid old trees
whispered secrets.  Her floral perfume wafted toward me as she turned
abruptly and reached into her leather handbag.

   "Here." She pressed a stack of folded bills into my hand and closed my
fingers around them with a little pat.  "Will told me we should be giving
you an allowance."

   Irritation surged through my body.  "Really, it's fine, Aunt Rose.  It's
very kind of you, but I told him it wasn't necessary."

   "Well, he clearly thought it was, so there we are.  The car's ready."

   "Aunt Rose." I toyed with the zipper on my handbag, the bills soft and
heavy in my palm.  "Why'd you and Uncle Richard invite me here this
summer?"

   "It seemed like you could use a little care at this point in your life,
Andrea." Aunt Rose pursed her lips, pausing on the steps.  "Care that your
parents are not equipped to give you." I can take care of myself, I
muttered in my head.  "And it's nice for Will to have his cousin around."

   "Right, because he's home so frequently," I couldn't help saying, and
why did I give a damn?

   "As are you." My aunt arched one delicate eyebrow.  "I'd thought you
might be out together.  I'm sure Will would be happy to arrange for some
cousin time.  In fact, he was the one who suggested we bring you here this
summer." She smiled at me blandly.  "You know we can't deny that boy
anything."

   A chill clenched my stomach.  She knows.

   I nodded and followed her down the broad steps to the car.

   *******

   Lunch was endless.  An endless parade of conversation about everyone's
children, but mostly about Will, because my aunt could dominate any
discussion.  He was the most talented, the most charming, the most handsome
and intelligent boy who had ever walked the earth.

   I sipped my coke and chased ice with my straw, happy to be ignored after
the initial pleasantries from the other women.  Oh, YOU'RE Rose's
niece...we've heard about you...we can see the family resemblance, while
their eyes took in my black knit dress and scuffed ballet flats.  The shoes
were my favorite.  I'd wear them until the soles fell off.

   Was there a family resemblance?  I'd never looked past Rose's perfect
makeup, shaped and highlighted hair, and smoothed-out skin.  But I saw it
now, as the sunlight hit her face from the side in the elegant restaurant.
The little nose, the petite frame, the faint smattering of freckles under
her powder.  The large, teardrop-shaped eyes.  Will's eyes were the same
shape.  A hard curl of uncomfortable excitement wound through my body.  I'd
seen one picture of my mother and Rose together when they were young, in
their late teens or early twenties, and Rose's long, wavy hair had the same
burnished glow as mine.

   "Will is just having one success after another," my aunt gushed.  "All
we can do is sit back and watch.  It gives us so much pride."

   "We should see about him getting together with my Maddie," another woman
cooed, stroking the handle of her coffee cup.  Mrs.  Platt, who'd commented
on the family resemblance.  "They'd make a very attractive couple."

   "Well, he has his choice of girls." Aunt Rose smiled.  "Andrea can
attest to that."

   My fingers tightened around my coke glass, and I crossed my legs,
managing a polite smile.  My crotch was throbbing.  Juices trickled into my
underwear.  Since the night of the party, when my cousin had first put his
hands on me, I'd been wet.  All the time.

   "But I think he and Madeleine would enjoy each other," my aunt
continued. "They'd go far together.  They're cut from the same cloth."

   Manipulative, entitled, creepy cloth.  Gorgeous, angry cloth.  I'd hated
this Maddie as soon as she was mentioned, but suddenly I felt a flash of
pity.  And I'd never met the girl.

   "What do you think, Andrea?"

   "As long as they make each other happy." Excusing myself, I pushed back
my chair to visit the opulent bathroom.  As I leaned my forehead against
the cool stall wall, breathing the softly perfumed air, I slipped a hand in
my sopping underwear.  I stroked my clit, feeling Will's sure fingers
inside me and his dirty whispers in my ears, until I convulsed in pleasure.

   *******

   Aunt Rose insisted on taking me shopping after lunch.  I let her.  At
the boutique, she informed me that my colors were blue, green, and white,
and I should avoid everything else at all costs.

   Back at the house, I changed into one of the dresses she bought me, a
pale blue sheath, to appease her, and kept my face fixed in an expression
of polite gratitude when she told me over dinner that I finally looked
presentable.

   The meal over, I slipped out to the empty back patio and curled up in
the glider.  Lanterns dangled, unlit.  Fireflies zipped through the humid
air.  My hair, thick and heavy, clung to my neck and shoulders.  The sky
darkened until I squinted at the words in my book.  The leaves and grasses,
rustling, got louder.

   I looked up.  A tall, lean figure stood a distance away in the trees. 
The house was a large faint outline in the background, against the velvet
dusk.

   Green eyes met mine.  Will began to walk toward me.

   I knew what would happen.

   I ran.

   Footsteps pounded after me.  Gravel crunched underfoot.  I darted into
the trees, away from the house and its posted security, taking advantage of
the shadows.  My breath came in shallow bursts.  I heard low pants behind
me.

   Will was fast, but I was quick-footed, leaping over logs that rolled
under his feet.  The polished cotton of my new dress bunched around my
legs. I pulled up the snug skirt.  I didn't care what Will saw.  At some
point I lost my shoes.  My bare feet gripped the ground, moss and leaves
underfoot.  Cracking branches followed me.

   I kicked a log in his path.  He cursed when he tripped over it. 
Zigzagging through dark murmuring trees, I aimed to throw him off,
constantly switching direction, my throat dry, my heart pounding.  Leading
him deeper into the woods.

   In a clearing, as I gasped for breath, a hard arm wrapped around my
waist, pulling me up tight against my cousin's body.  A hand gripped my
hair.  A hot tongue thrust against my neck.

   I hadn't fought Will before this, not hard, but I did now.  I kicked,
gripped, yanked.  I wanted to rough up his perfect hair, scratch his
sun-drenched skin, get him messy and dirty like he deserved.

   "You little bitch," he grunted.

   "Bastard." Twisting in his arms, I raked my nails over his cheek,
shocked at the scratch I left there and his sudden roar.  A hard bulge
thrust against my stomach.  "I hate you."

   I bit his lip hard when he kissed me.  When I didn't taste blood, I bit
again.  Will jerked against me.

   "Jesus fucking christ," he groaned.  "You little animal."

   A large palm pulled my crumpled skirt around my waist.  The same palm
squeezed my mound, then slid inside my underwear, hot and invasive against
my tender skin.  Fingers plunged into my wet folds.

   My knees turned to liquid.  I grasped Will's arms, wrapped tight around
me, as he ran his hand all over my swollen pussy.  Every crevice, every
secret place needed his touch.  I whimpered, my slick juices soaking his
hand and my nub hardening into a pearl.  When fingers sank inside me, my
head went light.

   Will groaned into my hair as I struggled against his sleek body.  The
insistent fingers between my legs were forcing me to the edge.  Sensations
swirled, tightened, and snapped in a long, fiery burst of desire.

   With every contraction, I sobbed into Will's shoulder, biting skin
through fabric.  My cousin was taking private things from me.  Making me
come.  His relentless touch on my clit pushed me to new peaks of painful
pleasure.  Each spasm rushed up to my sensitive nipples.  That light
expensive cologne was lost in his natural scent.  He was soaked in sweat
and male musk, his shirt damp.  I buried my face in the crevice of his arm,
moaning when a fresh wave of desire rolled over me.

   "Stop it," I hissed.

   "Nuh-uh," he grunted.  "Keep coming for me, slut."

   His finger slid over my sensitive clit again, and my growl ended in a
gasp.

   "Go be with Madeleine Platt.  Leave me alone."

   I felt the start of surprise in his body.

   "I don't want Madeleine fucking Platt."

   Hot hands wrestled me down onto the ground, grasping at my neckline. 
Soft moss pressed against my back.  Will ripped hard, furiously, the smooth
fabric of my new dress tearing under each yank of his hands.  I grabbed at
whatever I could, fistfuls of his shirt, trying to ruin the expensive
cotton, trying to breathe.  A button came off in my hand.  Swift fingers
pulled down my soaked underwear, yanking the lace off my thrashing legs and
tossing it aside.  I squeezed Will's shoulders, digging my nails in.  I
heard a zipper coming down.

   "Where have you been all week?" I snarled.

   "Where have you been?" he shot back.

   "Why do you care?"

   Lips enveloped mine, a warm tongue licking and licking and licking until
my mouth opened, unwilling, to take it in.  Palms captured my breasts,
squeezing the soft little swells through my bra, then impatiently tearing
off the lacy fabric.  Sticky night air closed over my naked curves.  I
sobbed with need at the greedy sucks on my nipples, arching my body to
Will's hungry mouth.  Will ignored my hard scratches down his back,
covering my breasts completely with his mouth and hands.

   Dark trees surrounded us.  Half a moon through the branches, above
Will's head, lit the scrape I'd left on his cheek.  His perfect hair was a
mess.  I grabbed the brown waves and pulled, hard.  I was shaking under
Will's hands and kisses.  My thighs were slick.  Pushing them open, he sank
down, his body sleek and powerful and soaked with sweat.  Hot flesh nudged
my tender skin and lodged at my opening.

   "No," I rasped.  My whole body cried out yes.

   "Yes."

   "Don't you dare."

   "Uh," Will grunted.  He flexed his hips and pushed.

   Roundness, hard roundness, thrust against my soaked entrance.  Slowly,
my pussy opened.  When his head slipped into my tight wetness, I gasped.

   My pussy stung, quivering on his thick flesh.  I moaned around Will's
tongue in my mouth, clutching his head, stunned at being pierced so
intimately.

   "Will," I whimpered.  He just kissed me harder.  His body was heavy on
top of mine.

   He felt huge, so huge, growling with desire as I writhed beneath his
weight.  His cock kept twitching inside me, and each twist of my hips urged
it a little deeper.  My pussy convulsed around the swollen head, bathing it
with cream.  His long kisses weren't letting me breathe.  My hands were
still in his hair, pulling as hard as I could.  My tender nipples ached
with every brush against his chest.  Green eyes, locked on mine, glittered
with lust.  Will eased back, then sank deeper into my quivering pussy,
groaning softly with each slow movement.  Everything was slow now.  His
handsome features were contorted with animal need, unrecognizable.

   With a sudden twist, I wrenched my lips from his.

   "I know why you want me." I gasped when his cock jerked, halfway inside.
"I look the way your mom used to.  Am I right?  Did you think I wouldn't
figure it out?"

   Will stared at me in the dim light.  I could barely see the stunned
expression on his beautiful face.

   "No," he said finally.  I didn't feel like asking which question he was
saying "no" to.

   "You disgust me," I spat.  Will stopped moving.  My pussy throbbed
uncomfortably, eagerly, around his cock.  "You've had everything handed to
you.  You just take and take.  You don't know what it's like to lose
things. You don't care, you don't care about anyone except yourself. 
You're just a golden boy, in a golden bubble, and nothing you do ever means
anything.  It's like you're not even a real person."

   Fireflies flew by.  Will's face flickered in and out.

   "You think so?" He said in a low voice.

   Suddenly, I couldn't speak.

   "Why do you keep saying no, Andie," he said in that same low voice,
"when you're so hot and so wet and so fucking wanting every time I touch
you?"

   "Because..." I took a shuddering breath.  Because you disgust me. 
Because you're my cousin.  Because you get everything you want, and what
you don't get, you take.  "Because you've never given me the chance to say
yes."

   Smoky green eyes opened wide.  The hips pressing mine slowly, slowly
eased up.  The thick cock invading my entrance dragged back.  A low moan
left my lips as hot flesh rubbed mine.  Will withdrew from me inch by
agonizing inch, until I was empty, and stopped with the silken tip just
outside my pussy.

   An eternity passed.  The trees watched.  My cousin's breath was warm on
my face.  His arms were beginning to shake with the effort of holding
himself up.  The space between us, room enough to crawl out from under his
body, throbbed with waiting.  I bit back moan after moan at each twitch of
his cock, coming to rest against my wet, aching opening as his arms
trembled.

   Finally, I arched my back, then pushed up with my hips.  Just enough for
Will's cock to open me again, painfully pleasurable.

   "Please," I whispered, need heating my skin.

   "Fuck," he groaned.  "Andie."

   He plunged in.  I cried out, my voice echoing through the woods at the
sudden sharp pain.  His firm cock, sinking into me without mercy, made me
impossibly full.  But he pulled back, then pushed into my soaked core
again, deeper.  And again.  And again, until he'd filled me.

   I buried my face in his warm neck, gasping from too much sensation.  He
was so hard, I was so wet, juices trickling down my ass, my pussy spasming
and fluttering on the thick cock buried inside me.  It hurt, it burned with
pleasure, I couldn't take it, I wanted more, and there was no escaping. 
Will's skin was warm and salty and scented under my tongue.  When I bit
down, he roared and thrust hard into my clasping flesh, flexing his hips to
move in and out of me in a way I was only beginning to understand.

   "Ugh." His hands were all over me, squeezing my breasts, cupping my
cheeks, pulling my hair.  A thumb pressed against my lips, insistently, and
I couldn't help opening my mouth to suck on it.  "Sweet little baby.  Fuck,
you're tight."

   "Will, it hurts," I whimpered.  My whole body shook from excitement.

   "I know," he whispered.  "I know, Andie.  Just stay with me." His face
was contorted with arousal.  He stroked his thumb in and out of my mouth,
letting me eagerly suck.  Then hot lips closed over mine, and I groaned
when thick flesh jerked inside me.  "First time always hurts."

   "What about later?" I couldn't keep back a moan.  My legs opened and
wrapped around his back.  I squeezed his shoulders, feeling the sculpted
muscles work.  Sobs left my mouth as Will thrust rhythmically into my
clinging tightness.

   "You tell me, Andie," he whispered.  "Will it hurt later?"

   "Will..." I groaned.

   "Uhhhh," he grunted.  His eyes were locked on mine.  His thrusts were
longer, smoother, stretching my soaked pussy wide.  "Ohhh yeahhhh.  Oh
fuck. Sweet girl.  Take me, Andie." I buried my face in his shoulder again,
caught between pleasure and pain.  "Look at me," he hissed in my ear.

   I looked at him.  Narrowed green eyes lanced right into me.  Hot tears
trickled down my cheeks as his thick cock sank into my core, again and
again, faster on each stroke.  I hung onto his rippling back, lifting my
hips to meet him.  Will was pushing against something firm and resisting
deep inside me, and a sheer wash of pleasure and discomfort made my wet
pussy clutch his cock.

   "That's it," he groaned.  "Just like that.  Fuck!"

   His sudden hard thrusts forced gasps from my lips.  His face was soaked
with lust.  His hand closed over my breast, and the dam broke.

   I started shaking, kissing him hungrily, devouring his hot mouth.  A
tidal wave swept over my body.  The tears flowed hard now.  Slow, deep
contractions radiated out from Will's cock.  I moaned into his mouth,
holding him tightly, as he grunted with pleasure through each deep spurt
inside me.

   Finally, we collapsed together and rolled to our sides on the mossy
ground, kissing.  I heard Will's whispers asking if I was okay, felt him
smoothing tears off my cheeks.  I nodded and tasted his lips again.

   "Are you okay?" I whispered back.

   He gave me a half-smile and ran a finger over my torn dress, gaping open
at the front.  Silently, I worked my arms out of the shredded fabric and
eased it down my body.  I sighed when Will's hands moved over my breasts
and back, soothing my skin.  Unbuttoning his shirt, I pulled his undershirt
off.  I watched in the near-darkness, trees whispering, as he slid down his
pants.  Naked, we curled up on soft moss.

   His hand closed over mine, warm pressure.  Stroking his hair back from
his face, I rubbed my thumb across his cheek and felt his shuddering sigh.
When he wound his fingers through the long waves of my own hair, brushing
it off my shoulders, my eyes fluttered closed.  I rested my head on his
chest, feeling his thudding heartbeat slow, as the crickets made their
sounds and the lights from the big house went out one by one.

   *******

   The last sticky day of summer, I waited at the station for the train to
arrive.  My patched-together duffel bag dangled from my hand.  The driver
waited discreetly in a black town car, parked nearby until I boarded the
train.  In my phone was the address for the city apartment I'd share with
Meg and Emily, a tiny 4th-floor walkup.  The publishing house had offered
me a full-time job, and I didn't ask if my uncle had anything to do with
it.

   I hadn't wanted to say goodbyes, so I'd said them all the night before.
Rose -- frosty, Richard -- hearty and hollow, Will -- in the middle of the
night, outside.

   I still didn't know if it would hurt later.  I hadn't done a lot of
thinking.  I only knew the summer had been a patchwork: slipping into
Will's bed at night, sighing when he climbed on top of me in mine, meeting
outside and running into the woods -- together, not a chase.  Sucking on
his fingers as we curled up together at the lookout rock near his house,
while we whispered about nothing.  Sinking my teeth into his shoulder when
he speared me deeply outside on the grass.  Running my hands through his
hair while his tongue worked between my legs; lapping up the pearly drops
of liquid from his beautiful cock while he groaned with need.  Laughing
like kids when we went for a ride in his car, enjoying it.  Letting him
take me out, go to all the places I'd longed to go in the city.  Teaching
him to play chess, while his foot stroked my calf, driving me to complete
distraction.  Talking through halting conversations late at night, staying
when one or the other of us got too angry to speak -- not with each other,
but with the rest.

   His number was in my phone.  He'd whispered "call me" in my ear last
night, right before we brushed grass off our skin and avoided security to
slip back into the house.  I knew the guards looked the other way.  I knew
my aunt and uncle looked the other way, too.  I knew Will and I would talk
again, but I didn't know when, or how, or if our bodies would find each
other again after this summer.

   I'd said yes a hundred times, but I didn't know what I wanted yet, not
really.

   to be continued....
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