9 comments/ 76910 views/ 26 favorites I'll Be Home for Spring Break By: MayorReynolds FRIDAY. When Jess turned off the gravel road, rain droplets began pattering the windshield. The trip's last hour had seen a darkly overcast sky, but the ashy gray clouds saved the water for the final few moments, as if to give the driver an ominous signal. As Cyndi Lauper wrapped up "I Drove All Night" on the satellite radio, Jess sighed. I'm not ready for this. The 18-year-old was divided on the issue, cursing herself for two different reasons. On one hand she'd had plenty of time to prepare. She'd opted out of coming home for Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's. She'd avoided the protesting phone calls and only listened to a few of the protesting voice mails. Jess had managed to stay away for seven months. On the other hand it wasn't enough time. Dread sprouted in her stomach when she left campus. It grew with every mile; now that Jess could make out the old family home not far ahead, the dread spawn was a monster, beckoning her to turn around, that she still needed space. "Maybe after a solid year you can try again," the dread whispered. "Year and a half?" "No," Jess said out loud to the nagging voice. "We do this. We do this now." Thunder clapped in response. A rain bomb exploded. The lane wasn't paved, and the sedan rattled in unison with the relentless weather. Jess was determined to see this through. It had gnawed at her since the 'incident,' since her tires had screeched as she tore out of the driveway. This whole stupid returning had been Tabitha's idea; Tabitha the freshman psychology major, the one person Jess trusted enough to confide in about what happened. That was earlier today. Tabitha had walked into the room to find Jess quietly reading a book. "Jess...everybody on the floor's gone home for Spring Break. You haven't even packed." "Why should I?" Jess replied absently. That was when Tabitha folded her arms, kicked the door shut and bluntly stated, "Alright. This has gone too far. You cannot keep this up, girl." And after half an hour of arguing and conversing, Tabitha closed the debate with, "It's time, Jess. It's time to go home and deal with your mom." **** Looking back, Jess couldn't fathom how the 'incident' started. It began without warning and ended as quickly—and over packing bags, of all things! Perhaps that was a big reason for Jess' apprehension. If that moment sprang out of nowhere, so could another. Jess was zipping up the final suitcase and crossing the last three items off her pack list when Adrian, Jess' 37-year-old mother, appeared in the door frame. Adrian's wavy red hair precisely matched Jess' in color, and mom and daughter both had an abundance of freckles. However, any physical similarities ended there. At 5'7, weighing 125 pounds and carrying an impressive bust, Adrian was a full-grown sight to behold. By contrast, petite Jess was eternally stuck at 5'1 with more modest boobs. She often wondered what kind of genetic conundrum had cursed her this way, to where her mother was a knockout while Jess remained stunted. "I'm proud of you," Adrian said. "# 2 in your class, an intimidating SAT score; my baby doll sure as hell didn't get my brains." Jess smiled at the compliment. "It was hard work. Really hard work." Adrian stepped into the room. "And now you're going off to college. I barely made it when I was your age on account of..." Adrian cleared her throat. "...well, it was worth it." Jess turned around; the two stared into each other's eyes. "You know," Adrian said, tracing her daughter's face, "I'm really gonna miss you. This house is gonna be empty when you're gone. Just me and myself." "Aw mom, that's not true," Jess responded. "You've got Aunt Brenda and Uncle Harry a mile away. Allison too." "Right...but I won't have my Jess." "Oh, mom!" They hugged. Tears were in Adrian's eyes. Jess was on the verge of crying herself. "I never knew the day would come so fast," Adrian whispered. "The day I'd cut you loose into the bad world. You take care of yourself, alright?" "I will, mom. I will," Jess whispered back. As they continued their hug over Adrian's sobs, one hand wandered to the middle of Jess' back and stopped, fingers resting on the strap underneath her shirt. Jess withdrew, still smiling. Adrian's hands went to her daughter's shoulders. There was silence. The two remained locked in unwavering eye contact. Jess felt a twinge of awkwardness. She wondered if she was stalling. The room was getting warmer. "Everything packed?" Adrian finally asked, the embrace unbroken. Jess swallowed. "Um..." "What's wrong?" Adrian asked. "Uh, um...y-yeah. I double checked my list. It's all there." Jess trembled. The difference in temperature was notable. "Chargers for your phone and laptop?" "Y...y-yes." "Shirts? Socks? Underwear?" Jess smiled despite something odd, something not quite right, overcoming her. "Of course!" "Good. That's good, baby doll." The two maintained the same pose. Jess' heart thumped. Her breath had quickened. She noticed another thing, too. Her pussy was wet; moisture blanketed her virgin crevice. What the hell? "Call me when you get there?" Jess had lost her voice, could only nod. Juices soaked her panties with more relentlessness, and that was when her conscience told her it was time to "GO. GO NOW." Only she didn't. She remained where she was, transfixed. Now Adrian was rubbing Jess' face again, but it wasn't as innocent-feeling. It sent tingles to pleasure centers. Her heart thumped overtime. She broke into a sweat. Her pussy throbbed in addition to being drenched. Jess knew she'd cum with only minimal contact. And Adrian's eyes...they'd changed. They were hungry. Jess swallowed. "Mom? M-maybe I-I should—" Their lips smashed together. The women devolved into a tangle of arms. Jess went lightheaded. Her mind melted into butter. Adrian's tongue penetrated her daughter's mouth and wrestled it. Adrian's mouth, suddenly on Jess' neck, triggered a short orgasm that ripped through the younger girl, leaving her with goosebumps and wetter underwear as it came and went. Mom's hand, groping a small tit, rolling the clothed nipple between her fingers. Jess' own hand, groping mom's smooth ass. The smell of aroused pussy filling the air. Juices threatening to escape down Jess' thigh. Her eyes flew open. She shoved Adrian away. Jess wasn't athletic or strong, but there was enough force to back Adrian into the dresser. It rattled knickknacks from eighteen years of mother and daughter living together. Jess' mind raced. "Mom, w-what? No. No, we can't do this!" Adrian displayed confusion and surprise. "I'm...I'm sorry...Jess." What had only moments ago been a serene goodbye was now an emotional maelstrom for young Jess. She wasn't sure whether to yell, scream, gather her thoughts or burst into tears. A fogbank of feminine arousal had set into her bedroom. As she struggled to control her own breathing, her nostrils filled with the scent. The enticing scent. "M-mom I...I-I-I- have to go." Jess snatched her bags and rushed them to the car. "Jess!" Adrian protested. "Jess, wait!" Jess didn't. In less than two minutes, her car was loaded and she was gone. **** Jess threw the car into park and yanked the keys from the ignition. She didn't have to look in the overhead mirror to know her cheeks were flushed as red as her hair. When the engine and radio died, the rain grew louder, a sheet threatening to break the windshield. Jess was struck with another urge to leave. Though it would be a waste of gas and a disappointment to her mother, Jess almost started the ignition again. But she stopped herself. "Nope," Jess said out loud again. "Too late to turn back. Gotta do it." Jess exited the car and was immediately soaked head to toes. As she faced the house, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Adrian—mom—had inherited the white two-story place from grandpa. His broken heart had given out a few months after grandma passed. Adrian was given the house despite being the younger of two daughters by seven years. Families usually fought over these things, but Jess had been surprised at how well Aunt Brenda handled it. Adrian was just as gracious. "I know what it says on the paper," she'd told her older sister after the will reading, "but the house belongs to all of us." It sure seemed that way. Aunt Brenda, Uncle Harry and their daughter Allison lived a mile away, but they were always staying over—well, Brenda and Allison anyway, but not Harry. Since Allison's son was born it was, as of two years ago, either Jess' aunt or cousin spending the night but hardly ever both. Someone tended to the baby while the other crashed here. Jess often thought that was odd. Everything she heard and saw suggested Brenda and Harry were happy together, and only more content with the new addition plus Allison still living with them at 22. "My God, Jess! You're soaked!" Jess returned to reality. Standing at the top of the steps, protected by the porch covering, was Jess' mother. On this hellish day Adrian was dressed in a white t-shirt with "All You Need to Understand is 'I Said So'" written on it, and jean shorts that exhibited her smoothly shaved, athletic legs. "I'll help you with your stuff. But let's hurry or you'll be sick all week!" Jess popped the trunk and grabbed a bag. Adrian took the laptop bag. As they trudged through the saturated grass, Adrian remarked, "Honestly, Jess. Standing in the rain like that? You ought to know better!" Jess noticed her mom was being...casual. Very casual. As in, she was carrying on as if nothing had happened. Thunder. Lightning. "How was your trip?" Adrian asked as they neared the front door. Still weirded out, Jess replied with a short "Fine." "It just blew up like this out here. Was it raining when you left?" Jess arched an eyebrow. "Nope." Adrian ushered her daughter into the house. "Well in any case, let's get you out of those wet clothes." Jess' eyes bulged. 'Let's' get you out of those... "Your room's the same, just like you left it," Adrian finished. "I didn't change around a thing. Best go put on something dry, though. You'll be having a coughing fit at the big dinner and we can't have that." Jess picked up her other bag and then turned. "Big dinner?" "Oh. Forgot." Adrian chuckled. "Surprise! Aunt Brenda's coming over with Uncle Harry, Allison, Bobby and the baby for your birthday. We debated about whether to make it a surprise party but I opted to just tell you." Jess was moved in spite of the persistent awkwardness. "R-really?" "Of course!" Adrian beamed. "I know your birthday's not till Sunday but it's the only time everybody could gather at once. Jess smiled. "Thanks." Adrian smiled as well. "Glad to have you home, Jess." After a short pause, Jess realized her mom expected a hug. Jess quietly declined; she wasn't ready for any physical contact with Adrian. Not like that. Not yet. "Me too, mom," Jess replied. She entered her bedroom and shut the door behind her. Everything was exactly the same. No furniture had been moved or changed out. The bed was dressed with the same comforter. The jewelry box and framed pictures remained on the dresser. But as soon as the door closed, any warmth over the birthday plans reverted to apprehension. In the space between the queen sized bed and the dresser was where the 'incident' happened seven months ago, the incident that Adrian seemed to pretend didn't exist. Only Jess wasn't. She shivered, not sure whether it was from her wet clothes or mixed feelings. She heard her mother's feet pattering on the hardwood floor outside. How long will she keep up his act? As far as Jess was concerned, that's exactly what it was: an act, and a fine performance at that. It was impossible to go an entire week without discussing this. Sooner or later one or the other would need to bring it up. And Jess wasn't sure if she could handle that. She sighed and grabbed her soaked red t-shirt from the bottom. She looked toward her door. She'd forgotten to lock it and quickly secured the doorknob. Rain and wind shook the window as Jess removed her shirt. Her bare arms were covered in freckles. The rain had soaked all the way through, and two small bumps were visible through her mauve bra's cotton fabric. Beneath her wet jeans were matching panties; Tabitha had helped her pick out the set. Jess struggled out of tightened jeans. As she stood in her underwear, she examined the door again. She wondered if her mom was standing on the other side, listening to her daughter's clothes drop. A memory appeared in Jess' head, something she'd averted her eyes from. Adrian's own nipples had been peeking out of her t-shirt, except in her case they'd been fully visible, red, half-dollar sized areolae. There was a twinge in Jess' panties. She watched a damp spot form. It wasn't much—but it was enough. Jess hurriedly changed into dry clothes. **** Dinner was a lavish affair, despite there being only six confirmed guests. When Uncle Harry showed up with Aunt Brenda (followed closely behind by Allison and baby Cody in their own car) rain still blasted down. Allison acted surprised at seeing Jess there. As soon as she put Cody down she swept her cousin up in her arms. Allison was thicker than Jess and Adrian, standing 5'4 and weighing 150 pounds. A lot of that was what remained of her baby weight, which she continued struggling to shed after two years. "Hey, don't hog it all!" Aunt Brenda protested from behind. "I want some hug, too!" Brenda was the tallest of the women at 5'9, and also the oldest. Being 44 hadn't at all detracted from her figure. She was stunning. Unlike Adrian and Jess, Brenda and Allison were comparable in many ways. They both had brown hair, hazel eyes and sported impressive D cup breasts, which neither was afraid of hiding. Today Brenda wore a low-cut halter top and Allison was in an equally revealing dress. "Hi Aunt Brenda," Jess greeted as she embraced the woman. She hugged Uncle Harry as well. "Little Ghost," he said when they broke away. "That's been my new name for you." To his wife and daughter he said, "Did you get the gifts out of the car?" "One thing at a time, Harry!" Brenda chided playfully. "See the firmament flooding the earth out there?" "I see it," Harry acknowledged. "I'll grab everything," Allison volunteered. "I'll help," Jess added as the hugs and greetings continued around her. The young women walked to Uncle Harry's SUV; the deluge was awful. "So, Lil J," Allison spoke over the downpour, "it's been a real long time." Jess tried maintaining a positive front. "I know." "Your poor mama missed you real bad." "I know." They reached the car. Allison opened the back hatch. A gust of wind forced Jess to hug herself. "Why don't you take your spoils and I'll bring the steaks?" Jess grabbed a stack of wrapped gifts—there were four—while Allison carried the food. "Oh by the way, I got you two," Allison said. "The one on the bottom's not for opening till later, alright?" "What is it?" Jess asked, noticing the package's rectangular shape. Allison grinned. "You'll just have to wait and see!" Back inside, Allison told Jess to leave the 'special' present in her room. And from then on day went into night with the same terrible storm. Uncle Harry grilled steaks on the covered back porch. Cody, with his newfound curiosity and wild streak, had to constantly be told "No, don't touch that. Don't pull on that. Don't throw that! Leave that alone, Cody!" Jess and her mother said hardly a word to each other before dinner was ready. By then it was dark. Six guests, including Cody in his high chair, sat around a table of steaks, baked potatoes, rolls, sour cream and butter. "So Jess," Adrian piped in when the conversation dipped, "tell me about this roommate of yours. What was her name, again?" Jess was baffled by this question. "Tabitha." Adrian chewed and swallowed a piece of steak. "What's Tabitha majoring in?" "P-psychology," Jess replied. The attention caused a quiver. "Psylogy," Cody added in. He was a disaster-mess of food. Adrian looked at Jess after another bite. "Do you and Tabitha get along okay?" Get along? What does that mean? "S-sure," Jess said. "She's my best friend. We do everything together." "Oh. Everything?" Adrian and Allison exchanged a look. Jess caught it, knowing exactly what it meant and what her mom had been implying. What was worse was that all eyes were fixed on her now—save Cody, who pretended his roll was a fighter jet. "B-but we don't see each other as, as often t-this semester. She's dating a guy." That was a lie. But hopefully it would throw them off this wrong impression. "Ohh. And what about you, Jess? Are you dating anyone? Not that...I would know." "N-no," Jess stammered, caught between guilt and anger. Adrian studied her daughter, perhaps in a 'you're lying' manner. "Hey, maybe that's why she's waited so long to come home!" Allison said. Everyone laughed at the remark except Jess. She sank lower in her seat. "No, I-I'm really not," Jess continued. "I don't have time for a g-guy. The first year's the most important for my average." "Guy," Cody parroted. "She's right, you know," Uncle Harry agreed. "Mess up your freshman year and your GPA never recovers. Smart girl. But Jess...why did you stay away so long?" There was a pause. Jess realized she had no good answer. Allison had asked the same question earlier; Jess couldn't recall the response. Uncle Harry went on. "I mean, Thanksgiving, Christmas. New Years. You stayed hidden at that school for so long I was wondering if you'd ever even existed." Adrian appeared nervous. Aunt Brenda stared. "I-I was...b-busy. Like I said." "Busy?" Harry scoffed. "Well—" "—Um, dad?" Allison interrupted. "Could you pass me another baked potato, please?" Uncle Harry did, dropping the interrogation. Jess caught Adrian and Allison looking at each other again, but with more concern. Wait a minute. Does...Allison know? Jess surveyed the scene. "Allison, where's Bobby?" Frustration blanketed the girl's face. "He's...working. Late again." "Bobby stays busy, that's for sure," Aunt Brenda said. Allison was eager to drop the subject. "You know, I was thinking—" "—Oh, that's a new one!" Brenda cut in. Laughter erupted all around. "I was thinking," she continued, "maybe since we finally have Jess back in the house, we should stick around a bit, mom. Would that be alright, Aunt Adrian?" "That would be wonderful!" Adrian said. "I'd love to have you!" Uncle Harry wiped his mouth with a napkin. "I'm sure it would be..." Adrian glanced at Jess. "...lonely in this house with just me and Jess by ourselves. It's fine with me." "Yeah, no big deal," Uncle Harry said. "I'm only a mile down the road." "You sure that's alright, dad?" Allison asked. Harry sliced a piece of his dwindled steak. "Fine with me. You girls have your fun." When dinner ended, Adrian cleared the plates and reminded everyone not to scatter. From the kitchen she brought out a birthday cake. It had a '19' number candle in the center and eighteen regular ones, nine per side. As soon as she set the cake on the table, the entire group broke into the birthday song. Jess smiled and blushed. I'll Be Home for Spring Break Over the flickering candles, her eyes met her mother's. Adrian continued singing along with the others... ...but neither woman smiled. SATURDAY. The old house had three bedrooms. Adrian and Jess' rooms were downstairs; it had been her late father's. Jess currently slept where Adrian and Brenda had as children. Upstairs was a guest room, and always had been. Conveniently, all three bedrooms were adjoined with their own small bathrooms, complete with tubs and showers. Jess had a restless night, often waking several times and struggling to settle back down. She swore she heard noises outside. Twice she'd even peeked outside to check, but there was never anyone there. She awoke in tangled, sweaty sheets. Her pillows were on the floor. The mattress pad was ripped out of place, exposing blue like badly peeling paint. The girl staggered out of the mess. She still wore the previous day's clothes, including her jeans and socks. Normally her sleepwear of choice was a bra and pajama bottoms. Last night was the first time in a while she'd kept everything on. Jess parted her bedroom door. No one lurked outside. She shut it again, and at that moment, realized she was dirty. Filthy, actually. In between the drive, the grimy rain, and the night spent drowned in sweat, Jess felt unsanitary. As she turned toward the bathroom, she noticed her panties were sticky. There had been an exciting dream in her few hours of sleep. The rain continued falling, albeit with less force. Jess pulled off her shirt as she walked to the bathroom. When the shirt was still over her head, her foot tripped over an object and she almost fell forward. Luckily she regained her balance. Jess tossed her shirt aside. Behind her was the small box she'd stashed in here yesterday—the one Allison had given her. Jess felt guilty for forgetting it, though it had been a short trip from the dinner table to her bed. She promised herself she'd open it after her shower. She flipped on the bathroom light. She unclasped the mauve bra and let it fall, exposing her tits to the mirror. Jess straightened her shoulder-length red hair and put her hands on her hips. In her opinion her tits were woefully undersized. Protruding a half-inch from her chest, they were pale fleshy mounds with cherry-pink areolae sitting atop each. She recalled a scene with Tabitha from a few months ago. They'd been changing for morning classes; Jess was topless. "There's nothing there!" Jess complained. Tabitha smiled. "Relax, Jess. All you need's enough for a boy to get his hands around." Jess frowned. "Yeah...except a guy couldn't get half his hands around these. They don't stick out that far." "Oh, please. You've got it, Jess! Don't worry about it!" "Easy for you to say. What size are yours?" "These?" Tabitha peered at her bra-clad cleavage. "Same as yours." "Yeah right. Mine are way smaller, and we have almost the exact same body!" "Do you wanna feel?" Jess did a double-take. "W-what?" "Do you wanna..." Tabitha removed her own bra, letting her nubile tits bounce free. Her tips were slightly larger and darker in color. Tabitha also used the tanning bed, so her orbs matched her skin. "...test? See if there's really that big a difference?" Jess had politely declined. But now, as she stood topless in the mirror, she realized that if she could alter the past, she would have done Tabitha's 'test.' Just out of curiosity. Just to see. Her nipples stood solid atop their bases. Touching them sent a shockwave through her nervous system. Damn. Must've been some dream. Jess slid her bottoms down. Once her socks were discarded, she stood again, now completely nude. Her light-orange pubes were matted down. Unlike Tabitha, Jess only trimmed enough to keep things neat. Tabitha's mound sported only a dark landing strip above her pussy lips. Jess turned on the tub faucet. She drummed her flat belly as she waited for the water to heat. The shower was too hot for Jess' naked body, so she adjusted the temperature to a tolerable warm. The water soothed her muscles, relaxing and revitalizing her. For the first time since her arrival, she'd found a comfort zone. Jess grabbed a new washcloth and bar of soap and lathered herself up. As she applied to the suds to her tits, she jumped. So sensitive today. What's up with that? She closed her eyes, letting the water work its magic. But suddenly a THUMP alerted her. It came from behind the door. Evidently Jess hadn't locked her bedroom. Who would be in there? And why? Jess returned to her shower. She had an inkling that the 'whoever' was approaching the bathroom. Jess slid the glass open and peeked out. She didn't hear any footsteps. All the same, she couldn't shake the notion that she had a visitor. The bathroom itself was locked; Jess didn't dare call out. Although she didn't expect anyone in the house to have the audacity, the doorknobs all had very simple locks. All it took to best one was one screwdriver jab. Jess tried putting it out of mind. It was difficult, if not impossible. She pictured the door, and how at any moment it could fly open. Who would be standing there? How would Jess react to being discovered soapy, wet and naked? Her mind wandered through a buffet of desirable possibilities. Like Professor Quinn, her World History instructor, who'd just gotten tenure. That beard of his was unsightly, but if he shaved it off... Or how about that news reporter in town, the one who covered all the cultural events and bizarre stuff? Leon-something. He was a married father now but to Jess he'd never been half bad looking. It'd be bizarre for any of those men to find their way to the house, not to mention this bathroom. But as Jess continued thinking about it, her free hand drifted. It touched her right tit. Her index finger brushed the hard nipple. The bathroom door is thrown open...forcefully enough to break it. Thrown open by whom? This stranger didn't have a face. They resembled one of those shadowed-out witnesses from crime shows. Jess' wandering fingers left her nipple, tracing their way down, down to her thigh. Clothes hit the floor really fast. Oh, yeah. Jess combed through her fiery bush; brushing her pubic hair always felt tingly. They yank open the shower door. I act surprised. Well, why shouldn't I be? But I'm not angry. Eyes shut, Jess found her clit. She lightly touched it. One sweep told her it was fully aroused. They step into the shower. I smile and I step aside. They get behind me. They wrap their arms around me. Now Jess' left hand squeezed her left tit, kneading the flesh in her fingers. Two fingers on her right barely penetrated her entrance. They play with my tits. They kiss and suck on my neck. Her weak spot. She moaned, almost loud enough to be heard over the water. Her fingers plunged further inside. Jess was a virgin—fully, not in the 'technical' sense—but a horse riding accident had taken care of her hymen. They whisper things in my ear. Filthy things. Suck my earlobe. I push back against them. Her hands worked at full capacity. Her breathing increased to a desperate pace. Her tits and pussy ignited in a gas fire. She worked the two fingers—and then a third—in and out of her sopping cunt. More juices greeted them. The stranger was buried in her snatch, making art out of eating her pussy. In reality a orgasm began building. It had been a while—too long—since Jess had masturbated, and she was facing the consequences. In and out, in and out her fingers plunged. Her thumb rose and massaged her clit. Her climax ballooned and ballooned. The stranger is Professor Quinn. It's the reporter guy. It's the RA. Ryan... Pleasure spread to every corner of her being. She screamed as juices flooded her eager fingers. It's...mom! And suddenly, the shadow stranger was nude, soaked Adrian, firm tit flesh pressed against Jess' own, nipples kissing as tongues violated mouths. Jess went over the edge with a rollicking, soul-shattering second orgasm. She dropped. Her back slammed into the tub's rear as her fingers probed in and out. Jess savored every last remnant of pure delight. As her climax receded, so did the imaginary stranger. When Jess regained control of her breathing, she opened her eyes. Nothing remained but the sound of shower water. And guilt. Crushing, despairing guilt. **** Allison was munching on cereal when Jess, dressed in fresh clothes, exited her room. Her hair was wet and unbrushed. "Hey, Lil J. Bout time you got up." Jess found a seat at the table and said nothing. Her guilt-ridden face was glued to the floor. "What's eating you this morning?" Allison asked without looking. "Huh? Oh. N-nothing." "Yeah, right," Allison remarked before taking another spoonful. "Hiding was never your talent, Lil J. So what's the problem?" "Nothing, I said. I-I'm just hungry, I guess." Sizzling noises drifted from the kitchen. "Aunt Adrian's cooking us breakfast," Allison said. Jess looked over her shoulder and shuddered. After what happened a few minutes ago, she was in no mood to face her mother. "Speaking of not being able to hide secrets very well..." Allison got Jess' attention. The older girl was grinning. "...what exactly were you doing in the shower?" Jess was taken aback but managed a shrug. "Getting clean. What else?" Allison giggled. "Oh, sure you were! Your cheeks are redder than your hair!" Jess shook her head. "W-what are you im...I-I wasn't...w-wasn't d-doing that. You're wrong." "Oh, don't feel bad, Lil J. Anyone would after..." Allison paused. Her grin dropped. "Wait a minute...did you even...?" Jess squinted in confusion. "Did I...what?" Just as Allison prepared to answer, plates landed in front of them. Jess looked up at the face of her smiling mother. She tried forcing a smile herself. "Here's some breakfast," Adrian said. "I don't want you going hungry and optioning leftover birthday cake." Adrian looked back and forth between the two girls. "So what were you talking about?" Jess glanced at the plate of eggs, bacon and toast. "N-nothing rea—" "—Lil J's trying to hide the fact that she was getting herself off in the shower," Allison cut in. Jess nearly toppled over. Her entire face went crimson. At that moment, struck by surprise and rage, she could have murdered Allison. "Oh, quit running your mouth, Allison," Adrian scolded. "Embarrassing my baby girl like that." Adrian shook her head and walked out. As she left she squeezed one of Jess' shoulders. The humiliation, combined with the touch, brought tears Jess struggled to suppress. When Adrian was gone, Allison said "That...is what you get for not opening my present." Jess sniffled as a tear escaped. Allison grew concerned. "Aw c'mon Lil J, it was just a goof," Allison said with genuine empathy. I wasn't trying to hurt you. Here, hang on." Allison left the table and came back with a tissue box. She handed one to Jess. "I apologize, Lil J. But there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Whether you were or you weren't, we all do it. Trust me." Jess nodded. On the inside she roared with anger, but the breakfast helped her regain composure. After Jess and Allison cleared their plates, Allison stood. "I got an idea. Maybe it'd be weird, but do you wanna open the present together?" Jess was done crying but her eyes were bloodshot. "Weird? Why would it be weird?" "Let's go," was the answer. Allison stacked her plate atop Jess' and took them to the kitchen. Jess figured it out before her cousin returned. It's a vibrator. She bought me a vibrator. Jess had never used one—or any sex toy for that matter. She'd seen them, though. Tabitha had some in her nightstand. Thankfully Jess had never walked in her. And yes, it was 'weird' that she was opening such a gift from her blood-related cousin, in front of her blood-related cousin; nevertheless, she cooperated. When they returned to the bedroom, Allison shut and locked the door. "Just so I don't embarrass you in front of your mom again," she explained. Jess picked up the gift and joined Allison on the bed. "I already know what this is," Jess said with a smile and a blush. "Are you sure?" Allison asked. Jess stared at the box, hesitating. The box was pretty long for any vibrator Jess was familiar with. "Well go on, open it!" Jess hurried with the wrapping. What came into view confused her. The picture on the box was of a long hard cock, not a vibrator. "'RealisticCock?'" Jess read off the box. "Oh yeah!" Allison said slyly. "I have one at home. It's made of rubber but when it's in you? Feels just like the real thing, I swear." Jess opened the package and extracted the thick dong. It felt strange between her fingers. She shifted on the bed. "I've never...um, n-never...h-had...the...the real thing," Jess confessed. Allison's eyes widened. "Seriously? After all that time at college?" Jess blushed. "N-no. I...I d-didn't." "You're kidding me, right!?" "Nope." "Not even in your mouth? O-or hand?" Jess swallowed and averted her gaze. Allison's smile was like a Cheshire Cat. "Well. Sounds like I just corrupted an innocent little maiden!" Jess fondled the RealisticCock. She squeezed her legs together, shivering. "Well, since I already stole your innocence, might as well keep going," Allison said. "Check this part out. On the bottom." Jess giggled. "He's even got balls!" "But look under his balls. There's a suction cup. You can stick it on something like a hardwood floor, even your headboard, and just ride it." The prospect made Jess wet once more. "One more thing." Allison rumbled through the torn wrapping paper until she located a small bottle with light colored liquid inside. "You missed this. A bottle of lube." She tossed it to Jess, who caught it. "Course you got your own to help it in," Allison explained, "but this'll make it even better." Allison got up. "Well, Lil J, you probably want to take it for a test run. Get some practice before a real college boy works his way in there. So I'm gonna take my leave." Allison walked to the door. Then she stopped and turned. "But try not to make too much noise this time." Jess was surprised. "Wha-huh!?" Allison smirked. "You're a loud one. Even over running water." With that, Allison left, closing the door. Jess rushed to lock it. Her back against the wood, she faced the new 6" friend that lay on her bed. She'd told Allison the entire truth. She hadn't ever had a cock—a real cock—in her hand, much less anywhere else. Her only education about cocks came from medical books and the few minutes of a porn clip she'd watched. She picked up the RealisticCock, which looked 'realistic' enough. Jess studied it, noting its thickness, abundance of veins and bulbous mushroom head. She traced her fingers over the shaft. It was also quite large and as someone who had only been penetrated by her own fingers, Jess was apprehensive about taking the RealisticCock for a 'test drive,' cherry or no cherry. But cherry or no cherry, Jess' panties were dampening again. Her pussy throbbed with intensity. Clearly it wanted to try the RealisticCock regardless of whether Jess herself was willing and ready. She smiled. I wonder how it tastes? **** The rest of Saturday crept by. The rain returned to its relentless state by early afternoon. Depressing clouds loomed outside the windows. During the times when Jess wasn't occupied with the RealisticCock, she did her best to avoid her mother. It wasn't difficult; Adrian was a recluse today too, holed up in her study as she typed an erotic story. They were quite popular with Adrian's audience, but Jess hadn't so much as glanced at any of them even before the 'incident.' There was simply too much of 'mom' behind those tales. It was night—and still raining—when Jess emerged from her bedroom after a fifth orgasm. By now she was exhausted. She'd changed yet again; the smell of pussy had clung to her old clothes. The TV was on in the living room. Jess investigated despite her lightheadedness and desire for sleep. She found her mom, sitting alone on one of the two couches. Jess froze. Adrian was marking up a draft. She smiled when she saw Jess. "Hi, baby doll. Where have you been?" "Nowhere," was Jess' answer. "You wanna...come sit down?" Adrian offered. Jess wasn't sure how to react. She reluctantly took the couch adjacent from Adrian's. "A-are Allison and Aunt Brenda s-still here?" Jess managed. "They're upstairs," Adrian replied. "Uncle Harry brought the baby over a while ago. You missed them while you were in your room." "Oh." A long pause followed with nothing but Adrian scratching on her draft, the TV droning on, and Jess squirming in her seat. Finally, Jess could bear the tension and confusion no longer. It was too heavy. "Mom?" "Hm?" "We need to talk." Adrian leaned her head against the couch and sighed. "I guess we do." "A-about what happened, I mean. Before I left." "I know." Now that Jess had opened this line of communication she wanted to escape it—but acknowledged that it needed to be seen through to the end. Jess struggled to find her words. "T-the reason...I came back...it was, it was Tabitha. She said I had to, h-had to have c-closure or it was gonna eat me...up, inside. I-I can go home, she said...b-but I'd never be home unless we talked this out." "So you told you friend Tabitha everything?" Adrian asked. Jess nodded. not sure if that revelation had angered her mother. "What a damned mess this is," Adrian said gravely. "I can't even write something this...real." Adrian looked at her daughter. "But Tabitha was right, Jess. Things will never be the same unless we talk. Why don't we...take turns, then? Would you like to go first?" "M-me? Alright." Jess cleared her throat. "I...still can't believe it happened. Sometimes I...t-think it was just a dream. B-but I know it isn't. Wasn't. Whatever. I-I don't think, that I stayed away because I was angry. I was...m-mostly scared." "Scared how?" Adrian asked. "Scared of it happening again," Jess replied bluntly. "A-a-all we were doing was saying goodbye, and before I knew it...w-we were...and if it w-was that easy...who says it won't happen again...just as quick?" "And if it happened again, Jess...would that bother you?" Jess was surprised by the question. "Of course! Y-you're my mom! Mothers and daughters don't do that. I-it's...wrong!" "Even if you liked it?" Jess shook her head angrily. "M-mom, what kind of question is that!?" "I'm just trying to get to the bottom of it," Adrian responded plainly. "Get all the dirt out." "I....I-I didn't like it," Jess stated. "It didn't feel right at all." Adrian nodded. "Since you've been away, I've had a long time to sort things out in my own mind. At first I felt very guilty—mostly because I'd hurt you, baby doll. And yes...I'll admit it felt good to me, which made it worse. But as the months passed without you here, I started realizing the real truth of the matter: sometimes, Jess, things just happen." "Wait, i-it felt—just happens? What do you mean?" "I mean the...oh, might as well call it what it is. The incest taboo exists in nearly every culture on earth. Not just on principle level, but a biological one. Brothers and sisters are repelled by the idea of being together sexually. So are fathers and daughters. Grandfathers and granddaughters. Cousins. Mother Nature puts up that mental wall to prevent introducing inbreeding to the gene pool. I'll Be Home for Spring Break "But sometimes, Jess....given the right time, the right place....chemistry and hormones intertwining...it just happens. The mental, biological wall goes down—and it just happens." "S-so, you're totally cool it then," Jess inquired with discomfort. Adrian shook her head. "I wouldn't say that. That's just a mantra I've used to help myself sleep. That's not the behavior of a woman who's 'totally cool' with it, like you put. But just because it happened in that moment, under those conditions...that doesn't mean it will happen again, Jess. Think of it as planets aligning—or impossible events occurring every so often. They just happen...they just happen." Jess was hugging her knees. "I...I-I guess they do." "How long are you planning to stay, Jess?" "Huh? Well, m-maybe...all week?" Adrian smiled. "That's good then. It will give us time to work through this. What do you say to that?" Jess smiled in spite of herself. "I'd like that." "Good." Adrian stood and stretched. "Well, it's getting late, baby doll. The story's wrecked me for today. I'm headed to bed...and you look tired for somebody who hasn't done anything all day." "I am," Jess agreed. Although she had been 'doing' something all day—namely the RealisticCock. "Goodnight hug?" Adrian offered. "I-I mean if that's..." Jess' inner voice protested, so she simply smiled at her mother before returning to her room. But simply being in her mother's presence had Jess' pussy pulsing and her nipples tightened. She went to bed feeling no better. SUNDAY. Jess woke up in a wet spot on the morning of her 19th birthday; her fingers were sticky. It was all the evidence she needed that she'd slept through another erotic dream. As before, Jess couldn't quite remember it. But small fragments remained. Of Adrian. If Jess wanted even a vague sense of comfort around her mom, these occurrences would have to remain a secret. Confessing to her own mother would only lead to more confusion, more tension...and possibly another 'incident.' Harboring the secret didn't make matters easier, though. Jess tried leaving her bed. An invisible force seemed to pull her back. Her dream had left her outrageously horny and unfulfilled. She fumbled in the sheets and found the RealisticCock, ready for a good morning fuck. Afterward, Jess took a shower, dressed and went outside, where Uncle Harry was talking to Aunt Brenda in the living room. They stopped when they saw her. Cody was running around their feet, faster than a two-year-old should be capable. He was holding the TV remote. "I have the power!" he boasted. Uncle Harry chuckled. "You sure do. But wait till you find a woman. See how long you hold onto that." Aunt Brenda playfully slapped him. "Jerk!" "So, Little Ghost," Harry greeted Jess, "back from the dead another morning?" "Hi Uncle Harry," Jess said warmly. "Aunt Brenda." "Say, I hate to drop in with bad news," Harry said, "but when I got here you had a flat. Now I've already pumped it up, but you'll want to get that checked out. These problems don't just fix themselves." He handed Jess a twenty. "Here, take this. Go up to Earl's Place. You remember Earl, right?" She nodded as she took the cash. "Him and me go way back. If you got a leak he'll fix you right up." Jess gave Harry a hug. "Thanks, Uncle Harry!" Jess left, unaware that Uncle Harry watched her until her car was in the distance. He turned to his wife, shaking his head. "Damnit, Brenda..." **** Jess returned two hours later. The rain had reawakened while her tire was being patched. She walked through a watery curtain to reach the front door. The house was empty. Uncle Harry, Aunt Brenda and little Cody had cleared out. Cody's stolen remote sat on the living room coffee table. Aside from the ruthless rain, there was only silence. "Hello?" Jess called out. No answer. "Hello? Anybody around?" She moved from room to room, finding no one. In the kitchen, ice falling in the freezer made her jump. "Mom? Aunt Brenda? Allison?" Still no response. Jess shrugged. Wherever they were, they'd be back. They hadn't been abducted and this wasn't The Langoliers. No worries. Jess plopped down on the sofa and picked up the remote. She raised it. And stopped. She heard a noise. It was very faint. But the more Jess listened, the more it shaped into a continuous, low hum. Jess stood. The noise was louder from one direction. It was coming from Adrian's room. The closer Jess got to the door, the louder it became. She was only a few feet away when Adrian cried out. "Oh yes! Oh fucking yes! Right...there!" It was Adrian, obviously getting off with a vibrator. Jess couldn't claim innocence there. She had to wrestle images from her mind. She turned and walked away. "Yeah? Yeah, you like that? You like that fucking cock!?" Jess whipped around. That was Allison's voice! What...the hell!? Jess' legs turned to lead as she put her her ear to the door. "Hmm. Somebody's fucking worked up today." Allison again. "Give it to me...make me cum again!" Mom! Jess was as petrified as the doorknob. "Quit holding back," Adrian growled. "I haven't been, Aunt Adrian." "L-liar! It's not...n-not on the..h-high..." The vibrator's volume increased. "Ohhhhhh...s-s-shiiit..." Torn between disgust and curiosity, reality crumbling, Jess did something unexpected—something she hardly realized she was doing until it was almost too late. She went to the tool drawer and fished out a small screwdriver. It was only slightly thinner than a needle. Jess approached the room. What are you doing!? the inner voice cried. Are you out of your damned mind!? The knob's hole was tiny, but big enough. Jess, no! Jess inserted the screwdriver. STOP! She grabbed the knob and poked. The screwdriver popped the lock, but with gentle maneuvering it barely made a sound. Jess parted the door. Her palm slicked with sweat. Her eyes bulged. She nearly dropped the tool and gave herself away. The smell hit her first. Sealed up in here, doors and windows closed, the aunt and niece had clouded the air with their aroused scents. It had congealed into an invisible mist. The odor made Jess go so dizzy that for a second, her vision faded to white. It wasn't a rank smell but it had such a powerful effect that Jess almost fainted. Her mother's pussy was shaved bare. There wasn't a hint of hair that matched the sweaty red fanned out on the pillow. The vibrator drove in and out of a hole surrounded by swollen labia. Her tits were similar to Jess', but bigger. They were pale in comparison to Adrian's tanned, freckled body. There was not a hint of sag despite the woman's 37 years. The enthralled areolae were dark red, the size of half-dollars. Allison lay sprawled across Adrian's right leg, as nude as her aunt. She outweighed Adrian by almost 50 pounds but wasn't any less appealing. The small of her back was branded with a barbed wire tattoo and one of her ass cheeks had a purple flower. The vibrator whirred with full-powered life. With every stroke Adrian's breathing hastened, got louder. She kneaded and worked her own tits. Her neck and chest had a red rash. Her nipples were sharpened to dangerous points. "Fuck yes, Allison!" "Yes?" "Yeah." "Yeah?" "Fuck yeah! Ooh, I'm about to cum again!" Adrian writhed all over the bed, lost in ecstasy. "Do it! Fucking do it!" Allison shoved in the vibrator to the hilt. The red-haired vixen let out a scream that almost rattled the windows. Her face tightened, twisted and contorted; her mouth fell open and hung in place. As her screams quieted down to moans and then low murmurs, Allison switched off the vibrator. She looked Adrian in the eyes as she sucked the metal toy. Jess' inner voice screamed for her to retreat. But the girl couldn't move. She was terrified, grossed out, angry, guilty...and locked in place. Her own cunt's floodgates had burst. She tried to ignore her throbbing and pulsing pussy, tried to put away her own bloomed arousal. Jess realized that despite her revulsion and mixture of negative emotions, she wanted to masturbate. And it took every ounce of her willpower to avoid doing it. Allison stuck the vibrator in Adrian's mouth; her aunt nursed it. "Alright, that was three," Allison remarked. "Now it's my fucking turn." Adrian scurried aside as Allison flipped on her back and spread her legs. Her big tits bounced when she landed. She, too, was shaved bare but another surprise astonished Jess: both of Allison's puffy areolae were pierced, as was her clitoral hood. "A-alright," Adrian rasped. "You...you asked for it, Allison." Sticky cunt juice had found both of Jess' thighs. "I did," Allison confessed. "There's only one problem, Aunt Adrian." "What's that?" Allison grinned devilishly. "I'm not Allison. I'm Jess." When Adrian didn't respond, Allison said, "That's right. I'm the one you really wanna fuck. And guess what? Guess what, mom? I just learned the big secret. And I'm ready...ready for you." Adrian attacked her niece's pierced tits, becoming a wild animal, lust her warden and master. She bit, licked and sucked Not-Allison's tits, bathing them in saliva, giving both of them equal attention, and rubbing her face between them. Allison pushed her aunt's head down... ...and spotted her young peeper. Allison winked. Jess bolted. She didn't care that she'd left the door ajar. Didn't care that her footsteps were thunderous on the hardwood floor. She made her presence known and created quite a scene. Jess retreated to her bedroom and slammed the door. She pushed in the lock. The confused daughter breathed heavily as she caressed a clothed tit. Then she stopped, refusing to act this way. She was in tears. She was sticky. She was infuriated. She was craving an orgasm. Jess stumbled to her bed. She clicked around on her laptop to shut down Windows. She threw her dirty laundry bag into the suitcase. She searched, in desperation, for anything she might be leaving behind. In the midst of her hurried packing Jess fell to her knees. She sucked an index finger. She tore at her clothes. She grabbed her heated cunt through her jeans. Jess broke from the spell and resumed her search. Here was a book. And here was a DVD. And over here...over here was the RealisticCock Allison had given her. Jess threw all the items in her bag. She stopped again to unsnap her jeans an work a hand inside. Jess halted; she touched herself; she halted again. Three knocks startled her. "Go away!" she cried. "Jess? It's me." Allison's voice. "Go away!" Allison jiggled the doorknob. "Leave me alone!" Jess almost screamed. "I don't want to see any of you ever again!" "Jess, if you don't open up I'm gonna come in anyway. Your choice." Jess caught her escaped breath. A knock. "Jess?" The girl trembled. "Lil J?" Jess gathered her courage. She crept toward the locked door. Hands shaking, she reached for the doorknob. The lock sprang on its own. Allison held a small screwdriver. She was dressed, albeit hastily. She locked the door behind her. Jess backed up several paces. She realized she still clutched her own screwdriver. "Well, well...the innocent little angel's been a very bad girl today," Allison chided. Jess pointed the screwdriver at Allison. "Don't come any closer!" Allison didn't move. "Who'd have thought untouched, virgin Lil J would end up a peeping tomette?" On the verge of tears, Jess snapped "I'm warning you! Leave! Now!" "Wow, am I that bad, Lil J? I mean, really. At least I have respect for locked doors...unlike some people in this house." "What are you talking about!?" Jess exclaimed. "W-what you did...what you were doing!? That's your fucking aunt, you...y-y-you..." Allison threw her hands up. "You're right. That was my my blood-kin Aunt Adrian. But I'm also your blood-kin cousin and that was your own mother. How long did you stand there, Lil J? Huh? How much of the show did you watch?" With that Allison approached Jess. For every step Jess backed away. Allison's big tits bounced as there was no bra to restrain them. Jess' lip quivered. She continued holding out the screwdriver. "You're in denial about what you want, aren't you, Lil J? You won't admit it to me and you sure as hell won't admit it to Aunt Adrian. But I know it's in there, Lil J. Remember what I said at breakfast yesterday?" "Shut up!" Jess screamed. "About how hiding secrets isn't your best talent?" "S-stop it!" "I couldn't have been more right," Allison said. "I see what's in your eyes right now." There was little room left; Allison practically had Jess against the wall. Jess held the screwdriver in the same manner, but her cousin wasn't intimidated. "You can't keep running from it, Lil J," Allison said gently. "I tried. Believe me. Then I realized there was no need." Jess was close to hyperventilating. Her cheeks warmed up. Her pussy awoke with new life. "There was no need." Allison repeated. The entire room heated to a sweltering temperature. Jess harmlessly jabbed the screwdriver in the air. Silence fell. Rain poured in torrents. The two girls stared each other down. Jess dropped the screwdriver; she and Allison embraced and kissed with wild passion. Allison tossed the tool she'd used to break in over her shoulder. When the cousins' tongues found each other, Jess' uneasiness slowly evaporated. Desire bubbled up to replace it. Allison and Jess melted into a tangle of flailing arms. Jess still knew deep down that she shouldn't do this, that it was wrong, that it was a taboo for good reason. But caught in this heat she couldn't resist. She squeezed Allison's big pillow with a smaller hand. Pussy odor still clung to Allison. Was it Jess' cousin's or her mother's? She had no frame of reference—all she knew was that the scent brought her to new levels of arousal. Then Allison broke away. "Wait," she said between pants. "Wait...wait a second." Jess was disappointed. She wanted to keep kissing those lips, smelling that scent. "W-what? What, what is it?" Allison smirked. "Where's that cock? The one I gave you?" "T-t-the suitcase. W-why?" "I wanna watch you use it, Lil J." Allison scooped up Jess by the waist, carried her, and then shoved her onto the bed. Jess squealed in surprise. The bigger girl searched the open suitcase and threw the RealisticCock at her smaller cousin. It landed on her belly. "You've been using this a lot, haven't you, Lil J?" Jess nodded. "I'm flattered." Allison patted her cousin's bush. "It feel good in that little pussy?" Jess nodded again, totally helpless. "Then show me." Allison whipped off her top, exposing her pierced, ample tits. "Show me what you do with it." Jess hastily unsnapped her jeans. Allison halted her with a hand. "Hold on, hold on. Everything...take off everything." Jess removed off her shirt. Her bra was white today. Allison's grew hungry as Jess revealed her nubiles to the 22-year-old. "Mmm, I love these tits," Allison cooed as she played with them. "They're s-small," Jess whimpered. Allison rubbed the younger cousin's tummy. "They're perfect, Lil J. Perfect for this body." Jess removed her shoes and socks next. Finally her jeans and pantie went. She lifted her legs and Allison helped the clothes over Jess' feet. Allison eyed the bushy fire crotch. "You don't shave?" "O-only s-so it doesn't, d-doesn't stick out," Jess stammered. Allison brushed her palm through Jess' pubes, prompting a moan from the girl. "Mmm. You won't need much help, will you? You're soaking wet, Lil J." Allison spat on the RealisticCock and lubed up the shaft with her saliva. She handed it to Jess. "Don't just shove it in," Allison requested. "Take me through every step. Explain it to me." "O-okay," Jess agreed. She rubbed the RealisticCock up and down against her slit. "F-first...I-I tease myself. L-like this." Allison lay the opposite way and stripped off her pants, lifting her legs as Jess had. She hadn't bothered with recovering panties. Jess felt a jolt when the shaved pussy with its pierced clit hood came into view. "Mmm-hmm. Go on." "I-I try to be really horny...and w-w-wet before I...b-before I put it in." Allison nodded her satisfaction as she stroked her own pussy lips. "Good. That's how you do it right. You're a quick learner. Do you use the lube?" Jess continued the tease. "No...I-I don't...don't need it." She moved the toy up her body. "I usually, um, u-usually rub my...um, my...n-nipples with it too. A-and while I'm doing that..." Jess put the toy in her left hand and the cock head against her rising and falling tits. Her right hand wandered to her slit; two fingers swept up and down. Allison sat up. "Mmm, yeah that's good, Lil J. Really fucking good. You know if that was a real guy's cock he'd probably leave a trail of precum across those boobs." She licked a finger and traced moisture across Jess' chest. "Like that." "I-I like to stroke it, like this," Jess explained as she masturbated. "A-and when it gets wet enough..." Jess took her fingers and popped them in her mouth. Allison inhaled deeply. "You like the way you taste?" Fingers still in her mouth, eyes closed, Jess nodded. Allison licked her lips. "And then what?" "I bring it back down." Jess lowered the RealisticCock to her pussy again. "But I keep teasing." Jess inserted the cock's head into her entrance, slid it out, and slid it in again. "I keep it there. A-after I do that for a while..." "Hold up, you're a virgin, right?" Allison asked. "Yeah." "But you don't have a cherry in the way?" Jess held the cock head in place. "No. L-lost it." "When?" "The accident. Remember?" "Ohh yeah. I didn't know that busted your maidenhead, though! But...go on. Please." Jess pushed half of the rubber shaft inside her, and then slowly brought it out. She repeated the pattern, showing obvious pleasure. Her breathing picked up. She moaned with every re-insertion of the cock. Meanwhile, Allison returned to her back to furiously rub her pussy. "Oh yeah. Just like that, Lil J. Keep it going. Mm." Jess tweaked and tugged at her hardened nipples as she drove the RealisticCock further in, until only the balls were visible. By then she was moving erratically, tossing her head left and right. Her body had broken into a sweat. "Yes, Lil J, yes! Be a bad girl for your big cousin! But..." An orgasm was building. The RealisticCock's girth and hardness, combined with her own rhythm and the fact that Allison was getting off on watching her ensured that this would be one for the records. "B-but don't..." Allison rose and gently touched Jess' cock-driving hand. "...don't cum just yet." As enraptured as Jess, Allison removed the soaked RealisticCock from her younger cousin's pussy. She kissed it, sucked the juices from it, and tossed it aside. She dove between Jess' legs. Her tongue attacked a sloppy pie of hair and fluid. Jess went into screaming hysterics, shifting and thrusting her crotch.