8 comments/ 208459 views/ 26 favorites Guarding Tiffany By: GentleJake Time is a funny thing. It swirls around us, changing us ever so slowly: our bodies, our faces, our opinions, and, of course, our relationships. I first met Tiffany when she was eight minutes old. I was about twelve years old, and I wondered then exactly what the big deal was about my new baby cousin. She didn't seem terribly interesting to me at the time. Ah, there it is again...time. By the time I graduated college, my perceptions hadn't changed. My cousin was a bony kid, all knees and elbows, and she spent most of her time fawning over the latest flavor of teen pop sensation. I used to tease her endlessly about it. We got along well in those days. But I suppose we never really became close until after she graduated high school. I had been in the workforce for several years already by this time, and had made more than a little bit of money building websites for corporations from California to Maine. It kept me traveling, but it also created a need for a sanctuary, somewhere quiet and tranquil, where I could wind down between high-pressure jobs and tech-intensive board meetings. I eventually purchased a modest two-bedroom house, figuring I'd make a guest room for the occasional (hopefully rare) visitor. I splurged on the location, though, buying up seven acres of land well out in the Tennessee countryside. It was a spectacular place, with a pond on which I built a dock for my rowboat, and a stream running through, jumping from grotto to pristine grotto. It was my sanctuary, and, by the first week, it felt like home. I attended Tiffany's graduation that same year. She'd grown into quite a vibrant young lady, surrounded by admiring friends, and more than one infatuated young man. Her golden hair had grown long since I'd last seen her, and she smiled brightly as she gave her valedictory speech. I was proud of her, and her mother, my aunt Ella, was ecstatic. "She's all grown up now," Aunt Ella said to the whole family, as we sat together in the stands, watching Tiffany cross the stage and receive her diploma. We all nodded, cheering as Tiffany waved toward us from the stage. After the ceremony, Tiffany went down the line, giving each aunt, uncle, and cousin a big kiss on the cheek and a hug. When she came to me, I gave her a big bear hug. Her body was soft and warm beneath her gown, although I only gave this a passing notice at the time. "Congratulations, cuz," I chuckled. "Thanks," she replied, blushing. "Did you decide where to go next?" I asked, having been familiarized with her indecision concerning college by Aunt Ella. She shrugged. I noticed we still held one another in a half-embrace, but it was a wonderful, sweet feeling, so I did nothing to break it. "Do you even know what you're gonna study?" I pressed. She locked her big blue eyes on me. "I was thinking..." she said. "What?" I probed. She was blushing now. "Like...maybe computers, like you." I smiled. "Well, I'm flattered. It's hard work, though; you gotta have a good head on your shoulders." I tapped her forehead with a finger. "I'm the fucking valedictorian," she laughed, finally letting go. She moved on to the next person in line. As it turned out, Tiffany didn't go to any college the next year. It seemed that she considered graduation a license to go a little wild. She started drinking heavily, although I never heard of any drug abuse. She stayed out all hours of the night clubbing, and had been known to go missing for days, finally turning up with little or no explanation. She took a new boyfriend every few days, it seemed, and there was no doubt she had become sexually active. Although I was saddened by the turn of events, I decided it was best to mind my own business. I threw myself into work, keeping updated on Tiffany's misadventures via periodic, hysterical phone calls from Aunt Ella. It was during one of these calls, that one of the best and worst things that ever happened to me was set in motion. I was at home, having just gone for a dip in the pond, when my cell phone rang. Aunt Ella again. "She's really done it this time!" she wailed. "Hi, Aunt Ella," I sighed. "Jake," she said, "you know what she did last night? Do you want to know what she did? "What'd she do?" I asked, humoring her, as always. "She came home wearing nothing but a pair of panties! " she huffed. "Can you imagine that? Came home in her panties!" I could imagine that, and I was a little disturbed to realize that I liked imagining that. "Well, did she say what happened?" I asked, genuinely intrigued now. "She wouldn't say," Aunt Ella replied. "She wouldn't even talk to me. She left this afternoon without saying a word." "You shouldn't have bought her that car," I said. "I know, but it was a graduation present. Jake, you know she wasn't like this a while ago. What am I gonna do?" I didn't want to get involved. I was in my sanctuary, trying to relax. When the time was right, I knew Tiff would settle down. Then again, what if she didn't? Her lifestyle was a dangerous one for a pretty young thing; she was just asking for some predator out there to rape her, or worse, if it hadn't already happened. Worry welled up inside me, and I couldn't believe what I said next. "Why don't you send her down here to live for a while?" I asked. "What do you mean?" Aunt Ella asked, sniffling. "It's...it's peaceful down here," I said. "It's out in the middle of the country. Fresh air, open space, and no clubs to go to. I think it'd do her good. I have a guest bedroom that's never been used." "Do you think she'll want to come?" Ella asked. "I don't know. But she needs to come, whether she wants to or not. This place will do wonders for a person. I bet it'll calm her down a little." I paused. "Plus...I always wanted to get to know her a little better. "She always looked up to you," Ella said. "She used to talk about you all the time, how she wanted to be like you." "She did?" I was shocked by the admission. "Oh, yes. You've always been so smart and successful. You're her hero, or were." "All the more reason she should come visit," I said. "We'll try to get her mind off whatever problem she's having." And so it was agreed. To my surprise, Tiffany agreed to come willingly. I was waiting in the front porch swing as Aunt Ella's Crown Victoria pulled into the gravel drive. Tiffany stepped out, of the passenger's door, dressed in ripped jeans and a tank top. The sun shimmered on her hair and skin. "Hi Jake!" Aunt Ella said, hollering from the driver's seat. "C'mere!" I winked at Tiff and walked over to kneel beside the car, getting eye-level with my aunt. "My knee's acting up again," she said, "so I can't get out, or else I'd stay." "It's alright," I said, smiling. "You take good care of my baby, okay?" "Don't worry," I said, "we'll have a good time." After a few goodbyes and kisses, Ella finally drove away. Tiffany watched the car go, her brow creased. "Where the hell is she going?" she asked. "Back home, I suppose," I said. "Why, did you forget something?" She looked at me. Her face hard. "I don't have a car," she said. I shrugged. "I've got one." This seemed to calm her. She started for the porch. Her jeans, though loose, were still fitted to accentuate her curved hips and round behind. I berated myself for staring, but stared all the same. "So," she said, turning around. I quickly averted my eyes, hoping I hadn't been caught staring. "What do you do around here." "Well," I said, walking toward the porch where she stood, and taking the bag of clothes she had slung over her shoulder, "I go for walks. Swim. Fish. Read." "Holy shit, are you kidding me?" she asked, her jaw dropping. "Don't you have t.v. or anything?" "Nah," I said. "I'd rather read." "Well what the hell am I supposed to do here?" she asked, following me inside. I put her bag down in the guest room. "You'll think of something, cuz," I said. Tiffany spent the rest of the day, and most of the night on her cell phone, yakking it up to friends and boyfriends back home. I decided not to bother her, though I did paint a mental bulls-eye on the cell phone. It would have to go. It was a link to the lifestyle that so worried my aunt and me. As for me, I tossed and turned all night. I found my mind unwilling to calm down, always returning to thoughts of Tiffany; her tight little behind, her golden hair, her pouty lips and big blue eyes. I had such a raging hard-on the whole night that I had to wriggle out of my boxers. By the time morning came, I was still dead tired. Stifling a yawn, I forced myself out of bed and headed down the hallway toward the bathroom. I noticed the door was half closed, but, still half asleep, I paid it no mind until I got close enough to hear singing coming from the other side. It was Tiffany's voice. Trying to blink away some of the sleep in my eyes, I cautiously peered through the doorway. It was incredible. There she stood, naked as she had been when we first met. She was peering at herself in the bathroom mirror as she applied eyeliner. She was bent forward, her perfect, round ass sticking out. From the side, I could only see the bottom of one of her breasts, obscured as it was by her upper arm. Her skin glowed, even in the fluorescent bathroom light, and her muscles moved beneath taut skin as she shifted from one foot to the other, bending the knee of one long, bare leg, then the other. Just enough baby fat remained on her otherwise fully developed body, accenting her gentle curves. I stood transfixed, not caring that this was my young cousin, only enraptured by the sight of such a beautiful creature in all her naked glory. I was snapped back to consciousness by my cock's stirring. I looked down to find him fully erect and throbbing, and was suddenly reminded that I had kicked off my boxers. I was standing in the hallway as naked as Tiffany! I quickly tiptoed back down the hall and into my room, retrieving my boxers. I sat on the bed, trying to calm myself, trying unsuccessfully to focus on something-- anything-- but my cousin's nude body. "Hey, are you up?" There was a light knock on my door. "Uh, yeah," I said. "Everything okay?" "Do you have any toothpaste?" she asked. "I didn't bring any." "Did you look on the shelf?" "Yeah, it's not there." "What about the cabinet?" She opened the door. I hadn't though to lock it. "Can you come help me find it?" she asked. She was dressed now, in pink shorts that left half her ass hanging out, and a white t-shirt that clearly showed she wasn't wearing a bra. "Sure," I said, scrambling to cover my raging erection with a throw pillow. "Be out in a sec." "M'kay," she said, her gaze lingering on me. I felt her eyes appraising me, roaming over my chest and back, down my arms and to my crotch. After a long moment, she closed the door. I flopped back onto the bed. What had I gotten myself into? I was right; the old homestead did have a calming effect on Tiffany. For the first week or so, she practically raged about being bored, but by the third week, she was going for long hikes in the woods and helping me build fences and plant fruit trees in the orchard. We talked as we worked, talked about everything from politics, to religion, to plain old family gossip. There were dirty joke contests, outrageous confessions, and plenty of horseplay. I was glad to see the old Tiff, so sweet and intelligent, coming slowly back to life. Every night I went to bed with a stiff cock. Sometimes, it was so bad that I would wake in the middle of the night, sneak into the bathroom, and masturbate, just to get relief, although the erections always returned within a few minutes, whenever my mind wandered back to thoughts of Tiffany, sleeping just a room away. One night, unable to bear it, I crept up to her bedroom door, and opened it a crack. I had officially become a peeping tom. Inside, the moonlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the room with a mystical blue aura. My eyes went immediately to the bed, where she lay sleeping on her side. She was above the covers, curled up in a fetal position, clutching a pillow to her tummy, and bare ass naked. The moonlight was bright enough that I could even see part of the crease between her thighs that marked the edge of her slit. My heart was pounding, and my cock was throbbing. I dropped my boxers once again and began to stroke myself, eyes locked on my cousin's nude form. She looked so innocent as she slept, and I felt extremely filthy. That made it all the more exciting. It only took a few minutes for me to climax, and I tried in vain to stifle my groans of pleasure as I drenched the carpet with streams of cum. I continued stroking, milking every last drop of semen and pleasure out of my cock, never wanting the moment of orgasm to end, not as long as Tiffany lay naked before me. It was my final sputtering grunt that woke her. She started, her head popping up. I stumbled backward, scrambling as quietly as I could back to my room. Once I'd made it back, I realized I'd left my boxers at the foot of her door. I started cursing myself. There was no way I could go back for them now that she was awake, but if she found them, well, she was smart enough to figure it out. Finally, I decided I had to retrieve them; it was worth the risk. I opened my bedroom door slowly, leaning forward to peek out into the hall. As I swung the door back, however, Tiffany was standing right outside the doorway, face-to-face with me. She was smiling slyly. "Forget something?" she asked. She was twirling my discarded boxers on the end of a finger. I could feel my cheeks flush. "I...I..." I stammered, covering my unclothed crotch with my hands. I noticed that she was still naked as well, but my embarrassment robbed me of any arousal this time. "Did you like what you saw?" she asked, stepping forward, snaking her arms around my neck and pressing her bare breasts against my chest. I could feel her soft pubic hair brush against the backs of my hands as I continued to cover myself. I took a deep breath, and let it out in a long sigh. I was caught, and there was no turning back. I found a kind of calm in that. "I...was...amazed..." I admitted. She smiled up at me, her eyes glittering in the darkness. She stroked my hair with one hand. "Will you come back?" she asked finally. "Back?" I asked. "Into the hallway?" "No, silly," she whispered. "Back to my room." She swallowed. "Come and sleep with me tonight." "Just sleep?" I asked, wary and hopeful at the same time. "Yeah," she nodded. "Just hold me, and sleep with me." I smiled back at her. "Okay...let me get some clothes on..." "Noo," she whined. She took my hand, pulling it away from my crotch, and led me down the hall to her bedroom. She crawled into bed, and tugged at my hand until I lay beside her. There were no other words exchanged for the rest of the night. She snuggled against me, and I wrapped my arms around her body, relishing the sensation of her soft, warm skin, and the intimacy of our closeness. Although I was still mad with sexual desire, there was also a feeling of innocent calm, and it pushed away all other urges. That night, all I wanted to do was hold this beautiful young woman in my arms, and be held in hers. We slept well into the afternoon, until the path of the sun brought its light into our eyes. The glare forced me to roll over, and my head came to rest on a pillow. It was only when my bleary vision cleared that I noticed my pillow was one of Tiffany's breasts. She giggled, seeing my surprise, and pressed my face between them with her hands, squeezing her shoulders together so that I got a face full of cleavage. "Good morning," she said, as I planted kisses all along her sternum and up to her neck. I raised my head eventually and looked into her crystalline eyes. "Yes, it is," I laughed. She smiled brightly. "You were poking me all night," she said. "It's your fault," I responded. "You were naked." "I didn't mind," she said. "It even felt kinda good...you know, like I had something to grab onto if I had a nightmare." She wrinkled her nose. That was irresistible. I pulled myself up, face-to-face with her, and kissed her gently. She returned the kiss eagerly. I raised my body onto hers, settling my hips between her legs and pressing my body into hers as we continued to explore one another's mouths. My rigid member was pressed between our stomachs, and my balls nestled against the lips of her pussy. After almost an hour of this, I moved back down to her neck, kissing along her throat and her bare shoulders, making my way across her collarbones. She sighed softly, running her fingers through my hair. My lips moved down to her breasts, tracing a path all around the underside, then back up, until finally I took her tiny pink nipple into my mouth. I savored the taste, sucking gently, then hard; biting softly until she gasped and giggled, then licking. I spent time on both her perfect young tits, worshiping them. "Keep going," she cooed, lust gathering in her voice and eyes. I moved down to her soft tummy, nuzzling and kissing. I didn't linger there, though; I moved directly to her pubic mound, pressing my cheek against the patch of blonde curls there, relishing their caress. I could smell her excitement strongly now, hot vapors of arousal rising from her waiting slit. I pressed my face into her pussy, breathing in the scent. The lips were pink and moist, and I took them into my mouth, suckling them, tasting her juices. She made a soft whimpering sound, and her fingers closed around clumps of my hair. Her fingernails dug into the back of my head. My tongue found its way to her little hole, licking and pressing against it. She made more sounds, and began to squirm. I could feel her juices leaking out, smearing all over my face and cheeks, dripping down my chin. I tried in vain to lap up every drop, pressing my face into her, slurping all along her pussy and inner thighs. She was writhing now, whimpering and moaning. "Oh god yes, oh god yes," she kept panting. After only a few moments of this, she let out a piercing squeal, and her entire body tensed. A gush of fluid streamed from her, drenching my face. I started coughing as it drained down into my throat, and I had to wrap a hand around each of her thighs to steady her as she squirmed violently. Her orgasm lasted several seconds, during which she kept cumming relentlessly. Finally, her screams died away into heavy panting, and she relaxed, her entire body going limp. I pulled my face away from the warmth of her pussy, feeling the cool air of the room on my face suddenly. She gazed at me lovingly from between the small swellings of her breasts, which rose and fell in a quick rhythm as she struggled to catch her breath. "Jake," she said, but nothing else. "Feel better?" I joked, planting a kiss on her pussy. I raised my chin and rested it on her pubic mound. She nodded. "I wanna do you, now." "I got no problem with that." I crawled on top of her again, engaging her in another round of kissing. She licked her own remaining juices from my cheeks and chin, and we savored them together. Then, I rolled off her and came to a stand next to the bed, my cock standing straight out before me. Tiff immediately took the cue, and rolled over on her tummy. She squirmed across the sheets toward me, wiggling her naked ass in unwitting seduction. Once she reached my cock, she came to a rest, and opened her mouth. She stuck her tongue out ever so slightly and took my cock into her mouth, cradling the underside with the tongue. I was in ecstasy. Pleasure shot through every nerve in my body, and I groaned deeply, a groan that originated somewhere inside me that was my most primal spot. Guarding Tiffany Ch. 02 Madison The Spring seemed to last forever for Tiffany and me, wrapped up as we were with one another. Since coming to live with me, my beautiful cousin had become extremely confident and comfortable in her skin, and we grew closer every day. After a month or so, Tiff began to forego getting dressed in the mornings. She spent the greater part of each day in nothing but her pink tennis shoes, her golden skin glowing in the sun. I had a wonderful time watching her, and sometimes joining her in a little nudism. We made love wherever and whenever the urge struck us, and, after a while, there wasn't a surface on the whole property that hadn't felt us fucking on top of it. All in all, it was a great Spring. As summer approached, however, I started getting frantic calls from clients. I had never considered myself indespensible to my profession, but suddenly everyone else seemed to think so. I learned that, during my voluntary leave of absence to spend time with Tiffany, rumors of my horrible death had been widely circulated in the boardrooms. I'd known all season that I'd have to go back to work eventually, and I wondered what Tiff would think of that. I doubted she'd want to be alone while I was away. I decided to ask her about it when she was most malleable. So, one morning, after our usual a.m. fuckfest, I mentioned it. "I have to be getting back to work soon," I said simply, cradling her young, nude body in my arms. She turned her head, locking her big blue eyes on me. "What does that mean, Jake?" she asked, a little touch of fright and apprehension playing across her face. "That's up to you," I said. "I don't think you can come with me; I'd be in meetings all day, and exhausted at night. You'd be bored to tears." She nodded. "What if I stayed here and waited for you? I mean, how long are you gonna be gone?" I smiled. "No more than a week at a time," I said. "But that'll be a long time for you to be here alone." I kissed her bare shoulder affectionately. "Maybe you can go stay with your mom for a week now and then." "Hell no," she snorted. "I'm never going back there. I love this place." She had fallen in love with my stretch of land out in the country. It was quiet, secluded, and private, and there was no one to disturb us should we decide to go on a naked romp in the woods. "Well," I sighed. "What do you suggest, then?" She looked thoughtful for a moment, a heartbreaking worried look on her round, pretty face. "What if I invite somebody else to stay here with me...you know, while you're gone." I didn't like that idea at all. I doubted we'd be able to find anyone who would agree to come stay with a couple of copulating cousins. "I don't know," I said. She read my mind, as she often did. "Well, we wouldn't be fucking when you're not here, now, would we? How would anybody know?" It was a good point. "Who did you have in mind?" I asked. "I know just the person who would love this place. 'Specially the quiet and all that." She grinned mischievously. "Madison." Madison. Ah, Madison. Madison had always been a mystery to me. She was another of my cousins, a young, nubile woman who was quite the opposite of Tiffany, the cousin I'd fallen in love with. Tiff was a tiger, all energy and activity, while Madison was a mouse, quiet and refined, almost snobby-seeming at times. Where Tiffany wanted everyone to notice her, Madison had seemed, all her life, to want nothing more than to become invisible. It had worked for me, because I'd never really developed a relationship with the girl, figuring it would be best to respect her obvious desire for her own company alone. Unfortunately for poor Madison, her mother was Colombian, my uncle's trophy wife from an extended visit to South America. Most of the older members of my family, a band of true Southern rednecks, had dismissed both Madison and her mother out of hand, as "Damn Mexicans." I'd always loved Aunt Luisa, and never had any problems with the quiet Madison, but I had no doubt that the disdain of these few family members had been a hard blow to Maidson's self-confidence over the years. It was obvious that this was greatly responsible for her reserved, quiet, sheepish nature. I knew there had been a time, almost a year ago, just before Madison had graduated high school, that she and Tiff had forged a small bond. I always supposed that Madison, or "Maddy" as she had come to be known in the family, saw Tiffany as an older-sister figure. I had always supposed they hadn't remained very close, but it was now becoming obvious that they had kept at least some of the bond they'd created back then. "I didn't know you got along that well with Madison," I said. Tiffany smiled again. "Well, we mostly stay in touch on the phone nowadays. I couldn't ever get her to come clubbing with me back when we hung out, so I suppose she felt like I was all dissing her." She scratched her bare tummy. "Do you think she'll want to come visit?" I asked. "Oh yeah," Tiffany said. "She'll love this place. I'll teach her how to live off the land." She giggled. "Alright," I said. "But we have to be very careful. The last thing I need is for Madison to broadcast our relationship to the whole family." "She won't," Tiff promised. "She never fucking says anything about anything." Several days passed, and I eventually set up a job in Oklahoma. As I waited in line at the terminal, I felt very uneasy about the whole Madison situation. I didn't know Madison well enough to trust her with a secret, and I certainly didn't trust Tiffany to keep her pretty little mouth shut about anything. Oh well, I thought. It'll happen the way it'll happen. The following week was grueling. I worked on code and layout for twelve hours a day, and spent the rest in a hotel room, sleeping off the exhaustion. I was so busy that I forgot about my worries about Tiffany and Madison, and I didn't even call home until the night before I was scheduled to fly back. Tiffany answered. "Jake's Party Ranch," she said. I laughed. "Good one. How's everything?" "Oh, hi, Jake," she said. I could tell she was fighting the delight in her voice, trying to sound more distant that she'd like. "Everything's goin' great! Madison's here." "Are you guys getting along?" I asked. I lay back on the hard hotel bed as waves of longing suddenly washed over me. God, how I had missed this girl. "Oh yeah," she said. "We're baking you a 'welcome back' cake. I might even put some of my 'special sauce' on it." She giggled. "Just..um...be careful," I said. She knew I was worried, and was teasing me. "We will," she answered. "So, I'll meet you at the terminal tomorrow at three, right?" "Actually," I said, "I'll still have the rental for a couple more days, so I'll just drive myself back. You two just be ready with that cake when I get there." "Alrightey then," she said. "See ya later, cuz." "See ya. Say 'hi' to Maddy for me." Although the plane flight back was a bore, once I was on the road and nearing my sanctuary, I felt a surge of energy. I had a hard-on the whole drive, thinking about Tiffany and how great it would be to see her, smell her, touch her again. The whole drive home was plagued by traffic tie-ups and detours, so that I didn't even make it back until nearly midnight. When I pulled into the drive, there was no one there to greet me. Madison's car, a small black two-door, was parked askew on the front lawn. I could see a few dim lights on inside the rustic house, but there was no activity, only silence. As I got out of the car, climbed the porch stairs, and pushed open the door, I still heard no activity. Only a few bulbs were burning. I searched the kitchen first, then the hallways, and then the bedrooms. I finally came to the den, and thought I heard breathing. I stopped, listening. Yes, there was definitely soft, rhythmic breathing coming from the couch. I pulled back the den curtains, letting a little moonlight into the room, and slowly approached the back of the couch. As I peered over, I saw a sight that almost made my knees buckle. There lay Tiffany, naked as always, curled up on the soft cushioning of the couch. Snuggled against her was the thin body of Madison, also naked. They cradled one another's nude bodies, sleeping peacefully. I stood over them for several long minutes, amazed. It was the first time I'd seen Madison's bare body, and I had never imagined it looked so good. She was smaller than Tiffany, with a slender frame and full, perky breasts. Her hair was long enough to reach to the small of her back, and her skin was a very light brown, a feature that stood out in stark contrast to the pinkness of Tiff's body. Madison's face, resting only a fraction of an inch from her cousin's, was round and freckled brown, and her pouty lips were made all the more sexy by the very slight overbite that made her always seem to be preparing to be kissed. Although I'd never had the same feelings for Maddy as I had for Tiffany, I couldn't, as a man, stop myself from enjoying the sight of her. After savoring the view, I came around to the front of the couch and knelt down beside them. The moonlight fell on their intertwined bodies, and I could see traces of moisture glistening on their thighs. They had definitely been having a good time together. I slowly slid my arms beneath Tiffany's body, lifting her gently from the couch, and away from Madison's embrace. Madison stirred only slightly, but didn't wake. I carried the still sleeping Tiff to our bedroom, and lay her gently onto the bed. She immediately curled up, perhaps unconsciously recognizing the familiar feel and smell of the sheets. I went back into the den, this time sliding my arms under Madison and lifting her up. She was a little lighter than the other one, and I carried her easily. I lay her on the bed beside Tiffany. She immediately wriggled over to snuggle with her older cousin, still asleep. Undressing, I slid into bed next to Madison. I wrapped an arm around her slender waist, relishing the softness of her bare tummy, and snuggled up to her, her back to me. My dick was as rock-hard as ever, and I carefully nestled it between Madison's ass cheeks. I didn't go to sleep-- couldn't go to sleep-- for a long time that night. When the light of morning came streaming through the bedroom windows, I awoke. I would have been tempted to call the previous night a dream, but the long black hair in my face and mouth and the warmth of a pair of buttocks cradling my cock was enough to convince me it had been very real. I opened my eyes, brushing Madison's wild hair out of my face, and propped myself up on one elbow. Tiffany and Madison were still asleep, still cuddling as they had been the night before. I didn't wake them just yet, but instead took in the sight once again. My cock was going crazy with desire. I started to move my hips slowly, sliding my meat along the groove of Madison's naked little ass, allowing myself longer strokes each time. Her soft skin was heavenly against my hardness, and I couldn't help but put my arms around her, cupping one hand on her left breast, and caressing her tuft of pubic hair with the other. All the while, I kept humping her perfect little butt. A whole week's pent-up sexual frustration was begging to be released all over that butt, and it was all I could do to keep myself from cumming within the first few minutes. I finally realized I was going beyond my limits, and pulled away from Madison, rolling over to the other side of the bed, panting and groaning. I had to get away from these girls, had to get relief. I got out of bed and padded quietly down the hall to the bathroom. I started the shower, making sure it was nice and cold, and stepped in. The cool water was refreshing and invigorating, though it only made a small dent in my sexual desire. As soon as I'd stepped out to towel off, my cock surged to life again. I dried myself and put on a pair of briefs and some jeans, tucking my guy snugly into the fabric. Not wanting to face temptation again, I avoided the bedroom, instead brewing myself a cup of coffee and stepping out on the back porch to enjoy the morning air. But my thoughts lingered on Tiffany and Madison. What had happened the night before? Technically, I supposed, I had been cheated on. And was that the first time they'd done it? Perhaps they'd been sexing it up all week. Despite all the questions swirling in my head, I couldn't bring myself to feel offended or slighted or angry. Somehow, it seemed only natural that two beautiful, sexy girls like that would eventually let their curiosity get the best of them. But how did I fit into the picture? Or did I? As I stood there, wondering about the whole situation, I heard the screen door creak behind me. I turned to see Tiffany, swathed in a bedsheet, step out onto the porch. She smiled sleepily and hugged me from behind. "I'm so glad you're back, baby," she cooed. I stroked her forearms lovingly. "It's good to be back." "I guess...I guess you saw what happened last night." I nodded. "Are you okay with it?" she asked. "I mean, we were just bored an' horny." "I'm okay with it," I admitted. "As long as I don't have to compete with her." "No, no, no," Tiffany said. "She's hot, and I like her, but it's not like it is between you and me. I just thought...you know...we could show her a good time while she's here." "We?" I asked. "Is that an invitation?" "Hell yeah," Tiffany said. "I asked her about it already. She's a real horndog underneath." She giggled. "In that case," I said, "I'm ready to start now." Tiffany took my hand and led me inside. As we headed down the hall toward the bedroom, she shrugged off the bedsheet, revealing her curvaceous nude body to me once again. When we reached the bedroom, she crawled onto the bed next to Madison's sleeping form, snuggling up to her again and nuzzling her neck and ear. I shed my jeans and briefs, freeing my aching cock once again. I lay down, snuggling with Maddy as I had the night before, though she was lying on her back, making her butt inaccessible to me. I could, however, get a better view of her fit little body, especially the patch of black pubic fuzz that I'd only felt until then. I placed a hand on Maddy's ribcage, just below her left breast. Her skin was baby soft, just like her cousin's, and she seemed to radiate warmth. I kissed her bare shoulder, moving along its cap toward her collarbone. I could barely hear the rhythm of her breath increase, though she slept on, or pretended to. I moved my hand up and cupped her naked breast. It fit perfectly in my palm, and the tiny brown nipple hardened immediately as I gently tweaked it. "She's so sexy," Tiffany observed, kissing her on the cheek. I noticed her hand moving slowly down between Madison's thighs, gently caressing her young pussy. This was driving me crazy. I pressed my dick against Madison's thigh and kept kissing along the base of her neck. After a while, I moved slowly down, kissing my way to her uncovered right breast. As I licked all around her nipple, it also hardened almost immediately. I took it into my mouth, sucking gently. Tiff wasn't about to be upstaged. She took my wrist with her free hand and removed my palm from Maddy's other boob. She took the other nipple into her mouth, and we worshipped our young cousin's beautiful tits together. Madison moaned in her sleep, spreading her thighs wide, revealing her bare pussy, an island of pink surrounded by an ocean of tanned skin. Tiffany's fingers played across the naked lips and clit, urging Madison to moan and whimper more enthusiastically with each passing moment. After a few minutes of this teasing, I released the nipple, giving it one last lick, and leaned over toward Tiffany. She did the same, leaning over her cousin's bare body, and our lips met in a passionate kiss. We lingered on one another's lips for a long time, enjoying the sensations we'd been denied for more than a week now. When we finally broke the kiss, we looked back down at Madison She stared back up at us, her big brown doe eyes wide with excitement and nervousness, now fully awake. "Good mornin', sweetie," Tiff whispered, kissing her on the forehead. Madison smiled and looked at me expectantly. I smiled down at her. "Good morning from me, too," I said, kissing her on exactly the same spot, softly stroking her side. Seeing that I wasn't angry, Madison's nervousness melted away, and she smiled a sunny smile that was just heavenly. She wriggled against Tiffany's probing fingers and sighed with desire. "Good morning," she cooed happily. "We want to make love to you, Maddy," I said. "Are you okay with that?" She nodded eagerly. "Uh huh," she breathed, though there was still a trace of uncertainty in her voice. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothin'," she said. "Come on," Tiffany urged. "We're all family here. We're not going to be offended or anything." She kissed her forehead again. A trace of red rose on the edges of Madison's cheeks. "I've never, um...had one in me," she said, the blush deepening with every word. "You've never had sex with a guy?" I asked. She shook her head. "No way," Tiffany chuckled. "You're tellin' me no guy has ever wanted a piece of this little puss-puss?" She stroked Madison's crotch again, gently. Madison shook her head again. "Do you want to try it?" I asked. It would be heavenly to fuck this beautiful girl, but if she was uncomfortable with the idea, well, there were other ways for us to enjoy ourselves. "Yeah," she said. "I wanna try it." I smiled at her, then at Tiff. We would have to take it easy on our cousin, inexperienced as she was, but we both relished the idea of deflowering her. Tiff smiled back. "Jake," she said. "You have got to taste this pussy." I nodded, sliding off the bed, kneeling at the foot. I took Madison by the hips and pulled her toward me. She spread her slender legs wide, presenting her nineteen-year-old pussy to me in all its glistening wet glory. I lunged for it, taking the dangling pink lips of her naked cunt into my mouth, slobbering and suckling on them furiously. The tangy taste of her juices was intoxicating, and the smell of her excitement was much the same as the scent of Tiffany's pussy when aroused. I licked and slurped and sucked, unable to contain my desire to taste every inch of this perfect pussy. As soon as I began, Madison was squirming. She made little gasping sounds that grew louder and more urgent as the minutes passed. As I buried my face deep between her thighs, she began to whimper and moan. Now and then, as my tongue tickled her clit, she would let out a piercing staccato shriek, then return to whimpering and gasping again. She started to suck her thumb. Tiffany wasn't idle during this time, returning her attentions to Madison's tits, licking the nipples and all around the underside of her cousin's perfect breasts, urging her to even greater heights of excitement. If Madison had never been fucked before, Tiffany and I were certainly getting her off to a good start. As more and more pussy juice flowed out of Maddy's hole, I pressed a finger against her opening, applying gentle pressure against it. It resisted my penetration, promising of tightness to come. I pressed with steadily increasing force, eliciting a sharp squeak of pain and pleasure from my young cousin. Finally, I broke through, and my finger slid into her slick little hole. I started to finger fuck her slowly, teasing her naked clit with my tongue all the while. She wailed, awash with sexual pleasure. Her juices began to drip down my finger and off my knuckles, onto the bed. "Look at this, Tiff," I said. "She's dripping wet." Tiffany quickly squirmed off the bed, coming to kneel close beside me, pressing her warm naked body against mine. She pulled my finger from Madison's hole, eliciting a squeak of protest from her, and began to suck the warm moisture from the finger. "Mmm," she moaned, savoring the taste of her younger cousin. Her smiling blue eyes locked onto mine, and we kissed, sharing Maddy's flavor. Guarding Tiffany Ch. 02 "I've missed you so much, Tiffy," I said. I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her, rising to my feet. I returned her to the bed, laying her on her back beside Madison. I climbed on top of her, lowering my body onto hers, letting my weight slowly press my cock down and inside her warm folds. "I've missed you, too, Jake," she breathed. She reached out for Madison, who lay watching us with wide eyes, and took her hand, lacing her own white fingers with Maddy's darker ones. Madison rolled onto her side, sliding her naked little body next to Tiffany's. As they held hands, she brushed her lips against her cousin's bare shoulder. Her free hand was tucked between her thighs. Intoxicated by the sight of these beautiful naked girls, I took a deep breath, and plunged into Tiffany's bare pussy, fucking her deeply with a slow rhythm. Her tight hole was wet and welcoming, and she began to squeal the familiar squeal that I so loved to hear. Tiffany pressed Madison's palm against her own bare breast, panting and moaning as I pounded her into the mattress. Madison smiled a smile full of desire, her brown eyes locked onto my cock as it disappeared and reappeared between her cousin's pink thighs. She squirmed as she pleasured herself. "I'm cumming," I announced after a few short moments of hard fucking. A week's worth of pent-up sexual frustration was bearing down on me, surging from me, every nerve priming for my orgasm. "Watch this, Maddy," Tiffany commanded. She looked up at me, though she seemed barely able to focus through the cloud of pleasure in her brain. "Cum on me," she said. I tried to nod, but my body had gone rigid. My orgasm slammed into me, and I felt cum surging up my dick, ready to explode out. It took every ounce of will I had to pull out of Tiff's perfect pussy, and as soon as I did, my cock began spurting relentlessly. Stream after stream of jizz leapt onto Tiffany's body, painting her face, breasts, and tummy with globs of white. Tiff raised her arms and arched her back, squealing in delight at the feeling of my warm cum splashing onto her. Madison recoiled slightly as she was splashed by a particularly forceful blast, but quickly recovered and drew close again for a better look. Her mouth was wide with amazement as she watched her cousin being drenched in cum. "Oh my god," Tiff giggled as I squeezed out the last few drops onto her blonde bush, "that was so awesome!" She turned her head and laid a passionate kiss on the lips of a surprised Madison. As their faces pressed together, some of the liquid on Tiff's cheeks rubbed off onto Maddy's. When the kiss broke, Madison licked her lips, tasting the cum she'd just acquired. "How's it taste?" Tiffany asked, her forehead still pressed against Maddy's. "I like it," Madison said sheepishly, as if she expected us to laugh at her. "Here's some more, then," Tiff said, scooping a glob off her tit with a finger and presenting it to her cousin. Madison took the finger in her mouth, eagerly sucking off all the cum. She swallowed it, drawing gasps of arousal and appreciation from both Tiff and me. Then, encouraged by our approval, she squirmed forward and licked a few droplets from Tiffany's collar. Watching her lap up all my cum from Tiffany's soaked body was making me aroused again. I could feel my cock stiffening once more as I knelt between Tiff's legs. "Clean it all off me, Maddy," Tiffany demanded, and Madison obeyed without pause. As if unleashed, she began licking and slurping her way across her cousin's body, drinking deeply every bit of my cum, leaving only a glossy sheen of saliva as she went. Eventually, she reached Tiffany's neck and face, and gave the poor girl a soaking wet tongue bath, even going so far as to slurp up the sparse drops that had landed on Tiff's nose and eyelids. "There's some down here," I announced as Madison searched for any spots she'd missed. She eagerly slid her nude little body over Tiff's, coming face-to-pussy with her cousin. Her pink tongue appeared again, probing Tiffany's pubic hair for signs of moisture and licking all that she found there. Tiffany took hold of Maddy's left leg and placed it beside her head, spreading the naked thighs, giving herself a perfect perspective of the pink pussy, still glistening with Madison's excitement. Without pause, Tiff lifted her head and pulled down on Maddy's hips, pressing her own face into her younger cousin's muff. "Ngh," Madison groaned, pressing her face into Tiff's inner thigh. She began to pant furiously as her pussy was licked again. In the meantime, my cock had been growing progressively harder. As Madison pulled her face away from the thigh, she beheld my dick at eye-level. There was a tiny droplet of cum on the tip. "Gotta get it all," I said, smiling lovingly down at her. She smiled mischievously and lurched forward slightly, taking the head between her soft lips. She began to plant little kisses all along the tip, exploring her first cock with admiration and lust in her innocent eyes. I moaned, relishing the feeling of my quiet little cousin's virgin lips against my sensitive flesh. I felt her slowly taking more and more of me into her, until she was finally officially sucking my dick. Tiffany was still slurping full-throttle on Madison's naked cunt, urging her on to greater and greater fits of squealing and squirming. The vibrations from Maddy's moaning felt incredible as they ran down the length of my shaft. Suddenly, Madison's mouth came away from my dick. Her face was scrunched up and her eyes closed tight. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." she chanted, unable to catch her breath. I realized she was about to cum. I pressed my cock against her soft cheek, sliding the underside across her face, spreading trails of her own saliva all over her. I could see muscles tensing beneath the taut skin of her bare back, clenching harder and harder with each gasp she made. Finally, she caught a deep breath and prepared to scream as her orgasm hit her. The pleasure was so intense, however, that the scream caught in her throat, and she made a loud choking sound instead. As she came, she pressed her beautiful wet face into my stomach, squishing my cock between the two. Every time she started to shriek, she only managed to cough and sputter. Her first orgasm was definitely a memorable one. After several minutes of cumming, she finally collapsed, rolling sideways off of Tiffany and curling up in a fetal position on the bed, shivering and panting as the waves of orgasm slowly ebbed. Tiffany sat up in bed, completely soaked with Maddy's juices. Drops of it trickled down her breasts and chest, dripping off her nipples and onto her thighs. I watched, amazed, wondering how such a small girl could produce so much pussy juice. She must have come even harder than I'd thought. I didn't dwell on it for long, however; instead, I leaned forward and took Tiffany's nipple in my mouth, sucking Maddy's cum from it, then moving on to the other. I gave her her second tongue bath of the day, drinking all the moisture from her bare skin. "Oh, baby," she said, "you're hard again." "Yeah," I said. "You two are just so hot." "Well," she sighed, "we did promise Maddy a fuck." I looked over at Madison, who was still curled up, looking at us hopefully. I opened my mouth to ask her about it, but the pleading look in her eyes was all the answer I needed. I drew away from Tiffany and moved over to Maddy. I rolled her over and situated her on all fours, her perfect little ass arched toward me. Tiffany scooted up to the headboard, sitting upright against it, her tits at the perfect level to allow Maddy to nibble away at them, which she immediately began to do. I knelt before Madison's presented pussy, stroking my cock, preparing it for the experience. My little cousin's naked pussy opened for me, the most pink lips coming apart with a sticky slowness. I was about to pop a nineteen-year-old cherry. I pressed myself against her slit, rubbing the tip of my cock against her. She moaned into Tiffany's chest, and I could see a tiny drop of moisture trickle out of her and dangle off her hanging labia. Unable to resist any longer, I jammed my dick into the soft, slick flesh. There was resistance at first, but I pressed harder and harder, eliciting shrieks and gasps from Madison, and finally pushed my way inside her. I stopped about two inches in, letting her clenching hole adjust to my size. She was pressing her face into Tiff's chest, right between her tits, and Tiff squeezed them together against Maddy's brown-freckled cheeks. After a few moments of this, I began to pump my cock in and out of her, shallowly at first, but going deeper into her virgin cunt with every stroke. Each time I dove inside, she whined anew, sometimes screeching so piercingly that her voice gave, and she went quiet, her mouth open and her face screwed into an expression of ecstasy. "Fuck her," Tiffany commanded. "Fuck my little bitch." She pulled Maddy's face up to hers, laying a sloppy kiss on her. I obeyed, finally shoving my full length into the "little bitch's" spasming pussy, groaning as I felt her final resistance give way before the onslaught of my rock-hard dick. I began to fuck her madly, pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back into her until my balls slapped hard against her slit. She was whimpering and groaning now, though most of this was muffled by Tiffany's full lips against hers. Streams of pussy juice dripped down my balls and thighs, as my cock grew wetter with every stroke into Madison's sopping wet hole. Her naked ass smacked loudly against my stomach. I pressed a thumb against her little brown, exposed asshole, applying steady pressure. "Yes, yes, yes," Maddy squealed, another gush of her juice splashing aganst my nuts. She began to buck against me furiously, grunting with effort as she slammed herself onto my rigid cock. I met her halfway, groaning loudly, overcome with the intense pleasure of fucking this tight pussy. It felt as if her hole was trying to suck me inside it, dick first. After several more minutes of filthy, hard fucking, I shoved my thumb hard against her asshole, sinking it into her up to the second knuckle. "Aggghh!!!" she wailed, her elbows buckling. She fell forward onto Tiffany's chest, and I fell forward with her, still fucking her naked cunt with my cock, and fucking her spasming asshole with my thumb. I lay on top of her, pounding her against Tiffany's body, taking in the wonderful feeling of her naked ass cheeks cushioning me with each blow. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Madison shrieked, tears streaming from her eyes and warm liquid surging out of her pussy. I kept plowing her pussy as she climaxed, her frantic cries drawing my own orgasm near. "Yeah," Tiffany laughed, "yeah, cum on that hard cock, Maddy." She caressed her little cousin's head against her beautiful bare tits. Madison kept cumming. Seconds later, I let out a loud yell, my cock swelling inside the cleched pussy. I shot streams of cum deep into Maddy's untouched cunt, hosing down her insides with my cream. Feeling her pussy being filled, she began to cum anew, her second orgasm even stronger than the one before. She went limp as a rag doll, her eyes glazing over and her head lolling against Tiff's shoulder. She could only make hoarse gasping sounds. As my balls emptied into her pussy, I refused to relent, pounding her with my full length. Eventually, I filled her so full that jizz began to leak out of her pussy, the mixture of her juices and my seed dripping down the base of my cock and running in rivers down my balls. My dick kept spasming long after it had miled itself dry, my body refusing to end this most incredible of orgasms. Finally, all my energy drained, I collapsed on top of Maddy, squishing her naked body against mine and Tiffany's. We all lay there for a long time, panting and gasping, unable to move, paralyzed by the afterglow pleasure of our amazing fuck. After almost a half hour, I managed to roll myself off Madison, finally slipping my thumb and dick out of her, and pulled her off Tiffany, situating her between the two of us. Tiff rolled onto her side and began to kiss Madison full on the lips, and I did the same, kissing her neck and cheek. We shared the taste of our little cousin's sweat as we all slowly came down from our sexual high. "How was it?" Tiffany asked, her voice a hoarse whisper, her beautiful blue eyes locked onto Madison's brown-eyed gaze. "Awesome," Maddy answered. "I feel so good right now." She snaked a hand down between her legs again, scooping up a bit of the cum that still leaked from her, and offered the glob to Tiff, who eagerly sucked it off. "You aren't weirded out by this?" Tiffany asked her, licking her lips and swallowing the cum. Madison looked over to me, then back. "Yeah," she said, honestly, "it does a little. But..." she blushed. "But what?" Tiffany urged. "But I still wanna do it," she said sheepishly. "No one's ever treated me this nice." "Maybe..." Tiffany said, looking at me expectantly. "Maybe you can stay with us a while. You know, to, like, relax and stuff. Unwind." I nodded. "Stay with us, Maddy. We love you." Now it was my turn to look at Tiff expectantly. Tiffany smiled brightly, sighing with relief. "We do," she said, kissing Maddy's forehead. "We love you so much, Maddy-Maddy." "I...I love you, too," Madison responded, taking us both by the hand. We snuggled up to her, draping our arms across her protectively. She drifted off to sleep, safe and secure in the arms of her cousins, and Tiff and followed soon after. I watched them both sleep for a long while. Madison had brought a shy charm into our lives and our relationship that had been missing. Teaching her to become comfortable with herself, mind and body, was going to be a fun adventure. I hoped she really would stay. I tucked my head into the crook of her neck and drifted off to sleep. Guarding Tiffany Tiffany giggled, and closed her lips around my shaft. Her cheeks caved slightly as she began to suck. She could only take about half of me into her small mouth, but I had no complaints. Her head bobbed slowly, administering an expert blowjob. She started to kick her feet slowly against the mattress, and her big beautiful eyes were looking up into mine as I growled in pleasure. One of her hands closed around the part of my cock that she couldn't cover. Her palm was soft and warm as she stroked half of me, and suckled at the rest. I could feel my balls tightening, my orgasm surging upward, urged on my the feel of my hardness against the softness of the insides of this beautiful girl's cheeks. "Tiff, baby," I groaned, "you're gonna make me cum.." I thought it best to warn her, since most women seem to detest having cum squirted in their faces. I don't blame them. I was sure Tiff heard me, but she said nothing, just increased the rhythm of her sucking. She began to moan with pleasure, as if my dick was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. "Agh," I grunted, over and over, paralyzed by the waves of pleasure crashing against me. My knees threatened to buckle with every one of her strokes, and an urgent tingling was growing in my nuts. Only a few more seconds passed, and though I resisted for as long as possible, my orgasm finally hit me like a sledgehammer. Tiffany gagged and choked almost immediately, as I shot streams of jizz deep into her throat. She tried to pull away, but I took her head in my hands and kept her still. I began to pump hard, shoving my meat into her tiny throat, yelling at the top of my lungs, emptying my balls into this perfect little face. I finally released her, and she tumbled backward on to the bed, coughing and sputtering, spitting up gobs of cum and sobbing for breaths between gurgles. "Holy shit," she said, laughing in between gasps, "you almost drowned me in that shit." I laughed along with her, every muscle of my body tingling. I fell forward on to the bed, catching myself just in time to lay beside her. It took her a few moments to finally stop coughing, and I wiped away the tears I had caused to stream down her face. They mingled with the strands of cum that drizzled from the corners of her mouth, and I mixed them and shoveled them back into her mouth. She swallowed every bit eagerly. "Nobody's ever fucked my throat like that," she admitted, a touch of amazement in her voice. "Nobody's ever sucked my dick like that," I said, propping my head up on one elbow, so that I could look down at her. "I've had some blowjobs in my day, but nothing like that. I thought I was going to shrivel up." "I sure never saw anybody cum that much," Tiff said. "I musta swallowed, like, a whole gallon." "Eh," I said, "it's good for ya." I snaked my other arm around her, and she snuggled up to me. My spent, deflated cock now made room for her, and she took advantage of it, lacing her legs around mine, and pressing her crotch against mine. We kissed again, well into the evening, until we noticed that the sun was close to setting. "Holy shit," Tiffany announced, "we've been laying around all day." "Best way to spend a day, if you ask me," I said, rubbing noses with her. "You hungry?" "Yeah, a little." "Want to help me cook up some breakfast-slash-supper?" I laughed. "Sure," she chuckled. I rolled off the bed, then reached down and took her in my arms, plucking her right off the bed. She squealed. I carried her, naked, into the kitchen and set her down on the counter. "Stay here and be good until I get back," I teased, waggling a finger in her face. She grabbed my wrist and forced the finger into her mouth, sucking it with the same relish she'd given my dick hours ago. "You're amazing," I said, waiting until she was finished before heading for the fridge. I rummaged around for ingredients, taking up a carton of eggs, a green pepper, and a tomato. I held them up for her approval. "Omelets?" She nodded, smiling, leaning forward on her perch. I walked over to her, putting all the ingredients on the counter. I parted her legs and stepped between them, wrapping my arms around her bare back and kissing her. My cock was stirring again, of course, but I decided not to worry about it. I had nothing to hide now. Tiffany broke the kiss. "Are you okay with this?" she asked, biting her lower lip in a way that was extremely sexy, though she didn't seem to realize it was. "With what?" I asked, softly, nuzzling her earlobe. "With us doing it," she said, sighing with pleasure. "I mean, we are cousins and all." I pulled back and pressed my forehead against hers, locking her eyes with mine. "Tiffany," I said, "I have adored you for a long time now. I love you. And I can't see anything wrong with expressing that love in whatever way I can." I kissed the tip of her nose. She seemed more than satisfied with that explanation. "I always liked you, too," she admitted. "As long as I've ever known you. It started feeling different that day I graduated." "I remember that," I said between kisses. "That's when I started feeling different about you, too. You were eighteen, I think, and it showed. I noticed that day when I hugged you, and I have wanted you ever since. " "Well," she said, "now you have me. What're you gonna do with me?" I took her by the hips and scooted her to the very edge of the countertop. "Just watch," I said, taking my cock in hand and pressing it against her opening. She gasped. "Fuck me," she said, realizing that's just what I meant to do. "Fuck me," she repeated. Her tiny hole was impossibly tight, and I soon realized there was no way I could ever enter her as gently as I wanted to. "This might hurt," I warned her. She nodded, biting her lower lip again. I flexed my buttocks and thrust my hips forward. For a moment, her tightness still resisted, slick as it was with her excitement, but, finally, it gave way with a sudden ease, and I slid into her all the way up to my balls. She howled in pain and pleasure. I started to fuck her in a steady rhythm, pulling out until only the head of my cock was left inside her, then pushing all the way back in. I started out slowly, but gradually increased the tempo. Tiff wrapped her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist. Her little nipples hardened, scratching ever so slightly against my chest. She moved her hips with me, fucking me back, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Our voices mingled into one reverberating moan, as we fucked in my kitchen. I pounded her little pussy harder and harder, shoving every bit of me I could into her with every stroke. Her hot breath blew in my ear, coming out in jarring gasps as I fucked her. Suddenly, I felt her arms leave my neck, and she came away from me, lying back onto the hard surface of the counter. She stretched her arms over her head, her little tits stretched tight as well, and lifted her knees, pulling them apart and drawing them up toward her chest. This left her bare pussy completely presented to me, and I took the opportunity to go a tiny bit deeper into her on my next thrust. I took her ankles in my hands and pulled one of her feet toward me. I wrapped my lips around one of her dainty toes, then another, until I'd sucked all of them, then started over. I kissed all over her bare foot. She giggled; it tickled her. All the time, I never relented, plowing her young, tight, slick pussy with total abandon. We were animals now, all inhibition vanished, all conscious thought suppressed. All that drove us now were primal urges and hungers, which we eagerly fed. I had the presence of mind to seize the tomato I'd set aside for the forgotten omelet. I held it over Tiffany's naked body and crushed it, spraying tomato juice all over her tits, neck, and stomach. She squealed with surprised delight, and I leaned forward, slurping the juice off her. I lingered several times on her nipples and neck, scattering kisses into the mixture of sucking and slurping. Once I'd licked her clean, I stood straight again, feeling that familiar tingle that told me I was getting close. Tiff was still wailing, writhing on the counter, ready to cum soon herself. I decided to try to hold off, and cum right along with her, though if she didn't hurry the hell up, that would be impossible. My cock was already aching to explode inside her sweet nude cunt. "I'm cumming!" she cried suddenly, as if she knew what I was thinking. She started to whimper and gasp for air. This was my chance. I let go, let the orgasm wash over me, let my eyes fill up with the sight of my beautiful cousin's perfect naked body stretched out before me, the incredible sensation of her slurping pussy squeezing my shaft. I joined her in gasping as it hit me. "Ohh goddd!" Tiffany screamed. "Cum in me! Cum in my pussy!" Her shrieking intensified my orgasm, and I shot load after load of cream deep into her spasming pussy. Our mutual climax seemed to last forever, and even when it was over, I couldn't stop pounding her, even with a spent, sensitive dick. Eventually, though, my cock started to soften, and Tiff's tiny hole squeezed me out. I took her in my arms and pulled her back up to a sitting position, locking lips with her. We kissed passionately as the electric pleasure that had just passed between us ebbed slowly away. "Oh, baby," she sighed, kissing my neck. "You fuck me so good. I can't even believe it." "You make it easy," I admitted, chuckling. "I love you," she said. She pulled away slightly and looked into my eyes expectantly. "I love you, too, Tiffy," I replied. I raised a hand up to stroke her hair, which was wet with sweat, and falling into her eyes. "Can I stay here with you?" she asked. Her pouty lips and pleading eyes caused urged my cock into life again. "That's the arrangement," I said. "No," she said, shaking her head almost imperceptibly. "Can I stay here longer than a month?" I smiled at her, and kissed her again. "How long do you want to stay?" I asked. "Forever," she said. She put her arms around me again. You wouldn't believe how ecstatic Aunt Elly was, when, upon her return, she was greeted by the sight of a calm and happy Tiffany planting spring mums out in my flower garden. "Jake!" she cried, as I came out to greet her. "How did you do it?" "I didn't," I said, honestly. "She found something she needed here, I guess." Damn right, she did, I thought to myself. "Oh," Aunt Elly said, locking me in an embrace. "Thank you so much. It looks like it's done her a lot of good. I almost wish she could stay here longer." I smiled. "That's not a bad idea, Auntie." I whistled and waved for Tiffany to come in out of the sun for a few minutes, and say hello to her mother. She waved back and started bounding up the path toward the house. "Come on inside," I said, putting my arm around my aunt. "We've got a proposition for you."