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(MFf, ped, inc, bi, oral) *** Author's Note: This story takes place in a world where there are no STDs, unplanned pregnancies, or HIV/AIDS. In other words, it is FANTASY. In the real world, be safe, people. *** PART II When I arrived home, MTV was blaring, and I could hear noise coming from elsewhere. I walked into the kitchen and found Mia bent over, digging through the fridge. She was singing at the top of her lungs (rather poorly) and was bobbing her ass back and forth to the beat. I took a second to admire that ass, clad in only blue short shorts, before announcing my presence. "Hi Mia!" Mia screamed and jumped up in the air. "Goddammit, Matt, you scared the piss out of me!" Mia laughed. She went back to reheating some pizza from last night's dinner. "What are you doing home?" I asked. "Well," she said, looking up from the microwave, "is Emmy home?" "No, I just dropped her off." "Oh, good. It's just that, well, it's Friday, the weather is beautiful, and I decided to cut my afternoon classes. I mean, Math and Physics on a day like today? No way!" I was definitely relieved that she hadn't decided to skip school any earlier and stumble across her sister and I. "Please don't tell Mom or Dan." "I won't tell anybody, Mia," I replied. "You’re old enough to make your own decisions." I had learned a lot about Mia today. From her sister I learned she was no stranger to male genitalia, and just now I found out she swears like a sailor and skips school. I thought telling her she was old enough would be "cool" to her. "You think so?" she asked, pulling the pizza from the microwave. "Sure," I said. "Well, then...do you think I could have some friends over tonight? All girls. No boys or anything." "I don't see why not," I said. "Cool. And, Matt, could I ask another favor?" "Sure, Mia, what did you have in mind?" I reached into the fridge for some pizza as well. This was the longest single conversation I had had with Mia since my arrival, and it was nice to talk to her as a peer, or acquaintance, instead of a stranger. "Well," she hesitated; "do you think you could by us some alcohol?" "Uh..." I was trying to stall and buy some time to think. "Oh, please, Matt!" she pleaded "I won't let any of the girls drive home, I won't tell Mom or Dan or even Emmy and I'll have it all cleaned up before you even get up in the morning! Pretty please!" During her rant she had taken a few barefoot steps closer to me and was swaying back and forth slightly, giving me a chance to see her chest jiggle back and forth. She had used this tactic before, I was sure. "OK, Mia," I said, she squealed and gave me a quick hug. "I knew you'd be a cool cousin," she said, she ran off to her room and came back with a $50 bill. "I like fruity drinks, so whatever you think would be good for that." "Where did you get a $50?" I asked. "Allowance," she replied, and went singing back into the living room with her pizza and MTV. ** Mia told her friends to come over about 8. They had all told their folks they were staying the night, so right before anyone arrived, I reminded Mia not to let anyone drive. "I said I would, Matt. Chill out. I'm not an idiot." Her demeanor had slid back into her normal mode while I was at the liquor store. "That bitch," I thought, "was just sweet long enough to get what she wanted." I vowed to learn a lesson. I had bought a fifth of vodka and rum for the girls, along with some fruit juice and a couple of bottles of cheap wine. For myself, I bought a 12 of microbrews, figuring that no teenage girl drinks beer. I took up a spot in the living room on the couch with the last of the leftover pizza, a beer, and the NBA. For the most part, Mia's friends would arrive without incident, the doorbell would ring, Mia would run out from her room, swing open the door, both girls would squeal, and the would run through the living room to the kitchen to make drinks. They would take them back to her room, completely ignoring me. Her friends all looked like the popular senior girls I could remember from my high school days. Dressed and made up so they thought they looked hotter than they really were. Most seemed rather flighty, not unlike Emmy. Or maybe Emmy was just weighing on my mind that night. About 9, the door bell rang, Mia ran out to get the door, and an adorable strawberry-blonde girl walked through the door. "Rachel! Hi!" Mia led her through the living room en route to the kitchen, when Rachel turned, saw me, smiled and said "Hi," the only girl thus far who, as far as I knew, noticed me. "Hi," I replied. Before I could say anything else, Mia said "Oh, that's just my cousin" and then the girls busied themselves with their drinks. The game was in the fourth quarter, and I was on my forth beer when Rachel came out of Mia's room. "Just need a refill" she said. "What are you drinking?" I asked. "Vodka and Cranberry" she replied, from the kitchen. "Try it with a little bit of lemon juice," I said, "It makes it a little better." "Oh, OK, I will" she replied. We were both quiet until she came out stirring her drink. "Who's playing?" she asked "Suns and Mavs" I replied. "Oh, I hate the Mavs," she said. "Really?" I asked, "You follow basketball?" she came and sat next to me on the couch. "Yeah, I play on the school team and like to watch for strategies." I was shocked. I didn't remember a single cute girl being on the basketball team when I was in school. Up close, Rachel really was darling. She had long reddish-blonde hair, green eyes and freckles. She didn't have much in way of curves, but she was slender and getting cuter with each beer. "I'm Rachel," she said, sticking out her hand. I introduced myself and asked how she knew Mia. "Actually, I know her through Emmy. We play basketball together. I thought Emmy would be here tonight." I told her about Emmy's softball tournament and she seemed disappointed. "You're more than welcome to watch the end of the game with me," I offered. "It's been a good one." I was glad to see that she did stay and we made conversation during the game. She knew basketball very well and eventually we got to teasing each other about the other's opinion of the game. "Steve Nash?" she laughed. "He's alright, but he's no MVP." "Oh, you have a better pick?" Before she could respond, Mia came stumbling out of her room. "Rachel!" she slurred, "W-what are you doing out here?" "Just talking basketball with your cousin." "Jesus, Matt. Way to flirt with a 16 year old. You old perv. C'mon, Rachel, let me get you a refill." "Uh, OK," Rachel replied. "Bye," she said to me, walking into the kitchen. I was fuming. We were getting along so well. It's not like I was going to take advantage of Rachel. Well, she was cute, and I was getting buzzed, but I think I have more common sense than to try and seduce and underage girl at a party full of them. I didn't see Rachel again that night, even though I stayed up to watch a late movie, just in case Rachel came back out. But she never did and I finally wandered off to bed once the girls' room was quiet, which must have been around 3am. ** The next morning, I woke up around 11, hungover, and came downstairs after a shower. The kitchen looked like a hurricane went through and the path between it and Mia's room was pretty dirty. Before I could think about cleaning, however, I needed food. I opened the fridge to look for eggs. I noticed there were only two beers left. I guess that would explain the headache. I grabbed the eggs and closed the fridge to find Mia standing there. "Jesus!" I said, spooked. "Sorry. Revenge for yesterday." She giggled. "Oh, ow" she said, holding a hand to her head. "Hangover?" I asked. “Oh yeah," she replied. "You want some breakfast?" "I can't even think about food right now. Wow, this place is a mess." "You’re telling me. You want to help me clean after breakfast? I'm making you eat some toast" I threw two pieces into the toaster. We made small talk about the night while she nibbled at her dry toast and I wolfed down some eggs. "Is there nothing that will make this go away?" She asked while rubbing her temples. "Well, I said, there's always some hair of the dog." "That sound awful," she said, making a barfy face. In spite of myself, I laughed and said "in my experience, it's the only surefire cure." A pause "What the hell," Mia said. “What do we got left?" All that was left in the fridge were my two beers, and unopened red wine and a white wine someone drank only the neck out of. "How about this?" she asked, holding up the white. "Fill up two glasses" I said. "Big ones." We drank first glass still sitting at the table. Mia was friendly again, but didn't apologize about being rude to me last night. When she finished the first, I refilled her and topped mine off and said "let's get to work". We started in the kitchen, since it was the worst. I started doing dished while she drank more wine. "I think this is starting to work," she giggled. "Well then, you do some dishes and let me catch up!" I threw the wet sponge at her. "Hey!" she screamed in mock anger. "Watch it," she bent over (score!) to pick up the sponge and started slowly cleaning glasses. I went to fill up my wine glass when I heard "think fast!" I turned around just in time for Mia to spritz me in the chest with the sink sprayer. "You bitch!" I yelled and ran at her. We wrestled for control of the sprayer, getting us both fairly doused in the process. Finally we called a truce and finished up the glasses. “Thanks for buying booze last night, Matt.” “Anytime, Mia.” I guess that was as close to an apology as I was going to get. "Do you mind if I take a shower before we tackle the rest of the house?" "Go ahead" I need a breather after that fight anyway. Mia giggled and stumbled down to her room. I turned on ESPN and sipped some more wine. I pretended not to notice when Mia came out of her room wearing only a towel, humming as she popped into the bathroom. My cock noticed, though, as I flew at half mast. "Whoa," I said under my breath. I went to go open the red wine, making sure to be back on the couch in case there was a repeat performance on her way back. Mia did not disappoint as she came out wearing nothing but the towel, her hair wet this time. She closed the door to her room, changed, and came out in a baggy sweatshirt/pants combo that at least wasn't threatening to give me a boner while she was around. "What are you watching?" she asked. "Well, ESPN, but Pulp Fiction just started." "Oh, let's watch that. I love Tarantino movies." So I switched over and Mia came and sat next to me with a big glass of red. "I like this stuff" she said. "A hangover fixer, that's for sure" she giggled. We watched the movie in relative quiet and I noticed we were both starting to nod off. "Can I use you as a pillow?" Mia asked. "Sure," I said, trying to keep my voice from cracking. Mia laid down and put her head on my leg. My arm rested just above her hip. We stayed like that for quite some time, and I assumed she was asleep. After Travolta got shot, she got up and slurred, "I have to pee," stumbling towards the bathroom. I changed positions a little on the couch and tried to not think about the halfie Mia had given me with her head so close to where her sister and been yesterday. Mia came out of the bathroom and stumbled back into the living room, watching the TV I didn't really watch her advance until she straddled me. Slowly she brought up her right knee, then her left until she was rested on my now-attentive crotch. She learned in for what felt like an eternity until our lips met. Her first chaste kiss was the last I felt with her mouth closed, as she quickly escalated her attacks on my mouth. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere in my mouth, yet she allowed time for me to return the favor. She started rubbing her crotch into mine and let out a low, quiet moan as she felt how hard I was. Her mouth moved down to my neck and began licking and sucking the entire area along my collarbone. I looked up at the ceiling and thanked whoever was beyond it that this was happening. We nibbled and licked each others neck for minutes, until Mia sat up. Looked me in the eye, and in one smooth motion, pulled off her sweatshirt. I was now staring right at two of the most perfect breasts I have ever seen. Huge, hard nipples graced the ends and I wasted no time pulling them into my mouth. "Oh!" Mia yelped as I ran my tongue around and over her breasts, spending a disproportionate amount of time on her nipples. If I was sucking on the right one, I would grope the left one with my hands, tweaking and teasing her until my tongue returned. Meanwhile, Mia was trying to unzip my pants with her right hand while her left held my head tight against her tits. She was eventually successful and began to stroke my full erect cock. I then tried to pull down her sweatpants, but our position made that difficult. Mia stood up in a flash, pulled down her pants and underwear, and was back on top of me, all in about 3 seconds. She grabbed my cock and positioned it for entry and she slowly, slid down it until she bottomed out at my balls. "Oh, fuck," was all she said, all I could let out was an animal grunt. Mia slid up and down my cock slowly and sensually, which allowed me to appreciate the feel of her wet silk pussy. I had never stopped playing with her fabulous tits, and I went back to them wildly licking sucking, and even nibbling on those glorious nipples. As her nude frame bounced up and down on me, slowly gaining momentum, Mia began to repeated mumble, "Oh yes," under her breath. As her body moved faster and faster, her "oh yes's" came out faster and faster and louder and louder and I found myself attacking her tits with more and more zeal and even found myself grunting more and more. Eventually, with Mia nearly screaming "oh yes!" I emitted and long, loud, and low groan as I proceeded to shoot load after load into her cunt. Mia stopped moving her body, but I could feel her snatch grab my cock and squeeze. We sat there, cumming together for what felt like ages. Until, finally, I sat back and looked up at her. Mia smiled the sweetest smile I have ever seen and then went to work on me. Before I could stop her, she was licking and sucking my cock. "Mia!" I said, alarmed. Normally my dick can't tolerate physical contact for a while after cumming. Mia just replied with a "mmm?" as her mouth was full of my semi-limp cock. She continued with the "mmm's" but without the questioning tone and much longer and lower. This began to have a magical affect on my cock and libido. Before I knew it, I was back at full force, and Mia was having a hard time keeping me all in her mouth. To help her out, I reached down to play with her beautiful tits. Her moaning and humming on my cock would change with the amount of pressure I applied to her nipples. With her tits in my hands and my cock in her mouth, I was in heaven. At my hardest point, Mia stopped her ministrations, looked up, and said simply, "Take me!" She hopped up on the couch on her hands and knees, waving her sweet ass in front of me. I didn't wait long to join her, kneeling behind her on the couch, I took my dick and slid it slowly into her hot, waiting cunt. This time it was Mia that groaned. Each time I slid in and out she would emit a small grunt. I went as slow as I could, as I knew from past experience that I can be a little much for girls in this position. I took time to admire how good her pussy felt on my dick and even reached around to play with her tits a while longer. Eventually, Mia's hips increased the speed at which she thrust against me and I had to abandon her tits to hold onto her hips. I squeezed that ass I had been admiring all summer long and starting plowing into her. Mia sounded like a wild animal in rut. With each thrust her guttural grunts would gain intensity. She had moved one hand down to play with her clit and this sent her over the edge. Her animal sounds went to a new, high pitch and I felt the now-familiar sensation of her pussy grabbing my dick and milking it. This time, her orgasm set me off, and I could only get out "Oh, Mia!" before I unloaded into her pussy the second load in under an hour. Mia's pussy was spasming before I came and long after I was finished. The noises she made seemed to change with each spasm of her cunt. Finally, she collapsed in a pile on the couch. I laid next to her and held her in my arm. "Fuck, that was amazing," she said, barely a whisper. "I'll say," I replied. Mia opened up her arm and we laid there holding each other for a long time. "The reason I was so mean to you last night is that I didn't want any of the other girls to have you" Mia said, out of the blue. "What?" I asked, shocked. Mia's head came up to look me in the eyes and say "I've wanted you since you first came through that door." She nodded in the direction of the front door. "I'm real good at hiding my true emotions. I couldn't just come out and start flirting with my own cousin. But I wore enough low cut clothes around you to know you were interested in my body despite our relation. I also noticed a certain bulge in your pants when I was around." I guess I blushed. "Don't be embarrassed" Mia said, giving me a soft kiss and snuggling back up in my arms "I like you too. And this won't be the last time we do this." Mia was drifting off to sleep, and I would have too except for one little thing I couldn't stop thinking about: If Mia didn't want to share me, what was I going to do when Emmy came home? To be continued... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 61