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Nobody Becomes Somebody Ch. 1

By: DRxBlue



Nobody would ever call her pretty...and it really BUGGED her. It's not as if she hadn't tried to be pretty. She'd tried every kind of makeup and beauty treatment she could afford, with her limited allowance, but it seemed as if the Forces of Nature conspired against her.

Lucy had hair with the power to absorb any kind of dye or tint and yet remain a drab, mousy light brown. (except for one awful month when she attempted to bleach it blonde, and ended up with hair the color of pea soup...and this was in the late 60's when green hair was considered unfashionable.)

No amount of conditioner or straightener could remove the seemingly random curliness of her hair. It wouldn't lie down with any type of symmetry, even when using permanents and rollers, nor could anything be done about the frizz that made her head look like some kind of pot scrubber.

Her eyes were small and squinty even when thickly spread with expensive eye liners, eye shadows, mascara, even false eyelashes. (THAT was a big mistake...she looked as if spiders had nested in her face...eeewww)

Her pug nose was too small and round, her lips too fat...she looked like a Troll! She hoped that having graduated, maybe she could get away from the "cliques" that defined the high school social structure. Maybe people would be a little more "mature" in junior college. 

High school had been an endless, lonely torture for her and had left her feeling small and ugly. When she looked in the mirror (which she avoided whenever she could) she saw "Nobody". That was her private name for herself.

In the summer of 1970, after graduation, she and her Dad and Mom had retreated to "The Cabin". It was a small 2 story house on a remote little lake in Northern Minnesota, which had been in her father's family for three generations. Her family spent every summer there, her Mom was a school teacher had the summers off. Her Dad commuted to work a few days a week and did much of his work at the cabin in a little office in the backyard.

This summer they were to "babysit" one of her cousins for 3 weeks, a 19 year old boy named Kevin. Lucy remembered him with loathing. He was from Illinois and she hadn't seen him in years, but she clearly remembered his fixation on bugs, frogs and snakes ... anything that he thought he could scare or tease her with.

Lucy felt it was bad enough that her privacy was to be invaded, but WHY did the invader have to be that bully who had once pushed her face into the mud, covering her little round nose with muck, then he called her "Turd Face" for the rest of his stay. Of course, he had been 9 and she'd been 8 at the time, it was POSSIBLE he might have changed since then.

On the day of his arrival, the family set off in their little boat to the only landing on the lake. The boat was the only way into or out from their property, no roads had ever pierced the thick pine and birch forest surrounding Blue Lake. There was a small tavern/ grocery/ liquor store/ gas station next to the boat landing called, with rural simplicity "The Tavern". They were to meet Lucy's uncle and Kevin there, have lunch and return with Kevin to the cabin.

When Lucy first saw him she was filled with intense irritation. He was fairly tall, trim and quite handsome.

"I'll bet HE was popular in high school." she thought, "Oh, sure ... I really NEED this stuck-up, preppy type at MY cabin this summer ... I bet he's a total idiot!"

As lunch progressed, Lucy's uncle bragged incessantly about Kevin. He raved about how he'd gotten a great scholarship to a big school, how he'd won a prize for his term paper on (of all things) the life cycle of some obscure BUG that lived in the swamps in Illinois, and how his professor was consulting Kevin, a freshman!, on some paper he was writing for "Scientific American".

Lucy fumed, especially when her father mumbled lamely, "Lucy's going to the Junior College in September."

"Like anyone cares what Nobody does." she thought, "Only Nobody cares, and even I don't care that much."

Out loud she said with a smirk, "Still hangin' out with the bugs and the frogs, eh? ... Some social life."

She was quite surprised to see Kevin burst into laughter, then reply, almost sheepishly, "I'm afraid you're right! I've never felt very comfortable with people, some of my best friends are frogs." The whole table chuckled.

This shattered her first impression a bit. She had to admit that there was no reason to believe that he was "stuck-up" or even "popular". She'd just reacted to his appearance ... she'd been as bad as the people who'd decided that she wasn't SOMETHING enough to be part of their "society". Rich, Pretty, Smart, Stylish, Talented ... there was always SOMETHING she lacked.

But that first meeting set the tone for the rest of his visit. She picked at every detail of his behavior just trying to make him feel unwelcome, and to let him know that she was not impressed by his good looks or intelligence. After a few hours of Lucy's sarcastic sniping, Kevin started shooting back snide replies in self defense.

Lucy's folks both pleaded and demanded that they "Stop this constant BICKERING", not understanding that the two were beginning to have a wonderful time. They never saw the sparkle in the kid's eyes and the sly grins they passed back and forth as they racked up points against each other.

On the third night of his stay the weather turned hot and muggy, as the "Land of 10,000 Lakes" often does in the summer. Lucy's parents slept in the bedroom upstairs, the second story being much smaller than the first. Straight underneath their room was a living room connecting to two bedrooms, each set diagonally off from the main room.

Their rooms being hot and stuffy ... the two kids had met in the living room to play cards, hoping the night would cool enough to let them sleep. Lucy's folks had a large fan and big windows upstairs, so they were sound asleep already.

"I hate this heat," Kevin said wiping sweat from his face with a beach towel, "I wish we could go swimming."

"That would be nice," Lucy said, "but you know the rule." referring her parent's policy of NO SWIMMING without an ADULT'S PERMISSION.

"If we were quiet, they'd never know ... C'mon ... We're legally adults anyway." Kevin rationalized.

"I doubt if that'd go over with the Management..." she said, raising her eyes to the ceiling to indicate her parents. " 'Sides they'd notice the puddles under our suits in the morning."

They looked at each other, eyes widening with a simultaneous revelation.

"Unless we weren't WEARING our suits..." They chorused in harmony, then broke up laughing.

After several seconds pause, Kevin said, "Well ... do ya wanna?"

At that moment, the truth of what they were contemplating hit Lucy. She'd never seen a boy naked, nor had a boy ever seen her. The impact of the idea hit her, like a punch in the stomach, and she felt a wave of nausea.

In a moment she realized that it wasn't nausea at all. She didn't know what it was, but it was intense. She reflected for a few more seconds then said, "Uhh ... (gulp)YES ... yes i DO." Then whisper-giggled like a madwoman.

Before she had a chance to think further, or lose her nerve, she grabbed her beach towel, which she'd been using to mop her face, as Kevin had. She got up and scampered through the kitchen, quietly opening the back door and slipping into the darkness. Kevin was right behind her.

The cabin was built on a point so they had two beaches at 90% from each other. The one in front of the house was rocky, and had the dock and boat. It was also visible from her parent's front window. The beach at the side of the house was the "swimming beach", which had been built up with several loads of fine sand, carted over the lake by boat. It was invisible from all but Lucy's room and the screen porch in the front.

They headed down the slight slope, lit by a moon that was just "half empty", as Lucy always said. It was quite dark, nearly midnight, with the moon edging close to the west horizon, reflecting off the lake over the lazy waves. They both knew the beach well, having spent the last two afternoons swimming in the tiny bay beside the cabin.

They dropped their towels on the log bench which had been carved from a local tree with a chainsaw many years ago and worn smooth by dozens of family butts. They stood and looked out at the moon on the lake, each frozen with indecision as to what to do next.

Lucy realized that with the light so dim, she could only really see Kevin as a silhouette, and only if he stood between her and the moon. She made up her mind and began to take off her jeans and T-shirt, then her bikini panties and thin cotton bra, she was already barefoot. 

As soon as Kevin heard her jeans unzip, he began to fairly leap out of his clothes, not wanting to seem shy, although he sure felt that way. He was barefoot too, and was done undressing just as Lucy started to unhook her bra.

He headed for the beach, careful not to stub a toe or trip over something. "Be vewwy, vewwy quiet..." Lucy said in a decent Elmer Fudd voice, and it was his turn to whisper-giggle. He slipped silently into the cool, cool water and heard Lucy quietly crunching the sand on the beach as she approached.

The air outside was much less muggy than that in the living room, and they both breathed deeply, sighing at the relief the water provided. For about 20 minutes they paddled around in silence, until the coolness of the lake began to seep into their bodies. With teeth now slightly chattering, they both headed back to shore at the same time.

They retrieved their towels from the bench, and by the time they'd dried off they felt perfectly comfortable. Sitting down with towels draped across the bench and backrest they began to chat quietly, pretty much unaware of their nudity.

"You know this is really nice ... I'm usually so tongue tied around girls that I've never really had a chance to talk to one." Kevin said, "I don't suppose you'll believe this, but I've thought about you a lot in the 10 years since we last met. "I always thought it was so cool that you were never afraid of my little 'creatures'. And the way you didn't cry when I pushed your face in the mud that time ... just blazed at me with those pretty green eyes, waiting to get your revenge. "I guess you still owe me one..." he said playfully.

"Did he just say 'PRETTY'? ... to ME!?" Lucy thought, stomach full of butterflies again. Her mind did some kind of loop the loop, and she thought, "Dear God, I'm gonna be sick!"

Kevin went on, not realizing the effect his words were having, "If other girls were more like you, maybe I wouldn't spend so much time in the swamp. That'd be nice ... I think. You know, I've never even kissed a girl...OOPS! What am I saying? ...You didn't hear that."

"You mean it's not true?" she asked, as her mind shrieked, "I'll do it! Pick me, pick ME!"

"Yeah ... it's true, but I didn't mean to tell you that." he said slowly.

At this point, it suddenly occurred to them that they were sitting there completely naked.

Lucy jumped up saying, "Well I'm cooled off now...I think I can sleep". Both statements totally untrue. 

Kevin agreed, also lying, and jumped up too. As they began to fumble in the dark for their clothes, they realized that they'd been sitting on each other's clothes.

Of course, things got tangled, more than just their clothes and several times they bumped together, apologizing, both thinking, "Ooh ... that's nice ... I'd like to do that again." and both of them hastily rejecting the idea. Neither of them bumped anything "important", just arms and legs, and heads once.

Once their clothes were sorted out, Lucy, for reasons she barely understood took her clothes in her hand, and headed back to the cabin saying, "It's so nice out, I think I'll dress when I get to the back door."

"Good idea." blurted Kevin, who did understand. He wanted to catch a glimpse of her naked too. He realized with horror that since the cold dip his penis had shrunk to hardly more than a bump, and his scrotum was shriveled to the size of a walnut, but he wanted to see HER, so he followed her up to the cabin, also with his clothes in his hand. It seemed only fair somehow.

They raced up the hill like little kids on Christmas Day, only the packages had already been unwrapped. As they approached the back door, between their night vision and the light streaming from the living room, all was revealed.

They stood in awe, trying not to stare, but failing. They kept looking back to each other's eyes, as if they didn't want to get caught looking anywhere else. Finally Kevin gave up, he openly stared at Lucy's body, his jaw falling toward his chest as he gazed upon what seemed to be a sculpture. Yet he knew that she was really a living, breathing woman.

Lucy's body was perfectly proportioned, exquisite from her delicate ankles to her graceful neck, breasts just a little larger than Venus di Milo's, legs long and slender, meeting with a fluffy puff of pubic hair. She'd always been so fixated on what she thought was wrong with her face, that she'd never even noticed her strengths.

Any part of her could have been used in an art class as a model of elegant perfection. Now in the mirror of Kevin's eyes she could see herself, and liked what she saw.

"You are so ... beautiful." he said worshipfully, breathlessly.

Lucy almost collapsed at the words. She'd always wanted to be pretty, but she'd never even hoped for this. She actually had a kind of orgasm in that moment, but she wouldn't realize that for over a year. She could tell that Kevin was not joking or trying to get any kind of response from her. He was simply speaking the truth.

For him, the experience was not sexual, he didn't get an erection, any more than he would get an erection looking at the Grand Canyon or Niagara Falls. He was just overwhelmed by the natural, wonderful magic of what he saw.

At that instant, an owl hooted and one of the neighbors dogs began to bark in the distance. The moment was broken, but not forgotten. They both whipped on their clothes, and quietly hurried back into the living room. Lucy nearly stumbled on legs which trembled.

Everything was still, they could hear Lucy's Dad snoring softly. They'd gotten away with it! Hurriedly they went back to their separate rooms, but neither one slept for hours.

Lucy lay in bed, in the darkness, her mind a turmoil. A thousand thoughts clamored for her attention. "I didn't even really get a LOOK at him dammit!" she thought, "I think I kinda saw ... Nuts ... his Balls." her mind fumbling with terms she'd heard, but never used.

All the while, below the surface a powerful rhythm echoed her heartbeat...

"I'm BEAUTIFUL ... I'm BEAUTIFUL ... I ... am ...... BEAUTIFUL!"

Nobody Becomes Somebody Ch. 2



Lucy woke up smiling. At first she couldn't remember why. She noticed with a start that the sun was high in the sky. She'd never been one to sleep late, but then she remembered. She'd been awake until nearly sunrise buzzing with excitement.

Yesterday she had been a lonely, ugly little girl, not much caring about the future. Today she was a Beautiful Young Woman. Her cousin Kevin had told her so, and he was so smart, and so handsome. She shook her head, amazed because yesterday he'd been just a kind of irritating guy who had invaded her private world, apparently just to make her miserable.

She flashed back to the impromptu skinny-dipping party they'd had the night before, wondering how something so innocent (if a bit naughty) could have transformed them both like butterflies emerging from cocoons.

She stretched languidly, loving the feeling of the sheets on her bare skin, her wonderful skin which had so hypnotized her cousin only a few hours ago. Glancing at the clock on her nightstand she suddenly went rigid with shock.

"Holy COW!" she said out loud, "It's almost NOON! I'm in hot water already and the day hasn't even started!"

She leaped out of bed pulling on her clothes as quickly as she could. Lucy's mother detested "lazy, no-good layabouts" and expounded on the subject at length as often as she could. Besides it was Thursday: "Shopping Day", and she probably had a list of chores for Lucy to do while she and her husband went across to the lake to the "mainland" to get groceries and run errands.

In hardly a minute she was dashing into the kitchen, only to find her mother there with a stern and disapproving expression. Obviously, Lucy had missed breakfast, and she was barely in time to help with the preparation of lunch.

"Honestly," Mom said sounding miffed, "how late were you two up last night? Kevin hasn't gotten up yet either. I sure wouldn't have expected HIM to be such a lazy, no-good layabout."

Lucy set the table, mouthing her mother's exact words with her back to her. She knew the speech by heart. "Next come the chores" she thought, and sure enough she heard her Mom say...

"While Dad and I are out shopping, I want you to do the vacuuming, the dishes and clean out this fridge, it's full of junk. Wash the shelves too, so we'll have a clean place to put the groceries when we get back. Sweep the kitchen, we won't need to mop it until Monday or so."

"Okay Mom," Lucy said trying to sound cheerful, actually surprised that the list wasn't longer. "Where's Dad?"

"He's getting the boat ready and putting together some papers to send to the office." Mom sounded a little less severe, reacting to Lucy's cooperative attitude. "Do you and Kevin want to come to town? You could you know."

Lucy knew that the trip would be boring for her, and that she'd just end up lugging packages. Her parents seemed to prefer to be alone for these trips anyway. She was much more interested in being alone with the first man who'd ever seen her naked. It seemed like he was the first man to have ever SEEN her at all.

The sound of Kevin's door opening signaled that he was awake too, and he came into the kitchen looking a bit disheveled, but he sure looked good to Lucy.

"Boy, this country air sure knocks you out. I NEVER sleep like that at home." he said, beaming at his cousin with a look of puppy like devotion on his face.

"Oh really?" Lucy said with a challenging tone, "Doesn't the air from the SWAMP do that to ya? I mean swamps are in the country aren't they?"

Kevin's jaw dropped and then he kind of pouted as if he'd been slapped. He looked so dejected that Lucy danced around him so that her back was to her Mom again. She smiled affectionately at him and silently mouthed, "I'll tell you later."

Out loud she said, "I suppose I'll hafta make supper for this lazy, layabout too. You guys will be eating in town as usual wontcha?"

"I'm not even sure we should go. I swear the way you two fight ... do you think you can refrain from KILLING each other?" said Mom sounding a bit concerned.

"Yeah ... I suppose so, but won't I get paid my usual babysitting rates?" Lucy growled.

"I'm not sure Auntie Rose, I can't PROMISE I won't bump her off before you get back." Kevin said, grinning and getting into the game.

She sighed loudly, shaking her head. Just then they heard her husband hollering "Let's GO!" from the dock. Aunt Rose jumped and grabbed her purse and began to prattle. 

"We had a late breakfast, unlike some people around here, so we'll catch a bite in town. We'll be back before it gets dark. Now you two be GOOD! And NO SWIMMING!"

Lucy followed her out the door and to the dock as Mom kept up a running monologue of inanities. Lucy waved as her parents floated out into the lake, the outboard motor revving up from a putt-putt to a loud whine.

She ran back to the kitchen entrance. Kevin had stayed inside. As she opened the screen door she nearly screamed when she was grabbed by two strong arms, and before she could make a sound her mouth was covered by two soft lips, surrounded with a little scratchy stubble. Almost immediately Kevin let her go, jumping back as if expecting to dodge a punch.

"There! Now I HAVE kissed a girl! That's one less piece of ammunition you can use when we fight, I wouldn't want it to get around that I was 'Sweet 16 and never been kissed' for three YEARS."

Lucy found herself trembling, partly from the adrenaline released when Kevin had grabbed her, partly because it had been HER first kiss too. She'd been a bit of a tomboy in high school, with several male friends but never a "Boyfriend". The guys she knew would have laughed even to think of kissing her.

"You're sure full of surprises ... you taste like tooth paste." she said, her voice a little shaky.

"You're surprising too, I felt like you shot me through the heart when I first saw you today. I thought you might be mad at me for ... seeing you ... naked and everything ... or something." he stammered, "You aren't are you? Are you mad that I KISSED you ... geez I never thought of that."

Lucy laughed, her body relaxing, but still feeling wobbly as a new born colt. "Naw, I'm not mad. Just surprised ... kissing me was okay, kinda short though."

Kevin blushed and gave out kind of an "Aw, shucks" grin. Lucy felt her heart thump at how appealing he looked.

"You could use a shave too." she said boldly stepping toward him and rubbing his cheek with the back of her fingers, then walking straight past him to the plate of sandwiches her mother had left on the counter.

As she set them on the table and got some KoolAid out of the refrigerator she continued, "Yeah, I was hoping you'd catch on. I didn't think we should let my parents see us ... getting along, you know? 'Cause they'd never leave us alone, and no matter WHAT happens between us, I like it when they take off on Thursdays. I need a little time to myself."

"Oh I see..." he said looking dejected again, "Well, I'll just grab one of these sandwiches, put on my boots and go sit in the woods so you can be alone."

"You dope!" she laughed pushing her fist up against his chin. "I oughta just..."

Kevin laughed too and they settled down to eat, while Lucy explained about the chores she had to do, and about "Shopping Day". Kevin gladly volunteered to help with the chores, seeming very pleased that they would be alone until almost sunset, which was fairly late in the evening in June in Minnesota.

After lunch was over Lucy moaned, "I suppose we ought to do the chores next. Would you rather vacuum or clean out the fridge?"

"I'm still a little hungry, I bet I could clean out the fridge in no time!"

"No! You big dummy ... you hafta take out all the food, scrub the shelves, then put back the good food, throw out the old, stale food, then you could wash the dishes..."

All the while Kevin was hunching over lower and lower as if she were putting sacks of cement on his shoulders. As her assignment seemed to get longer and longer he started to sing "Tote that barge, Lift that bale..." until she punched him in the arm.

"Don't worry, I think I get the idea. I've had a mother all my life. I think I know what your Mom'd like to see."

Lucy left the kitchen, laughing to herself, "I know what I want to see..." She was thinking about last night and how she hadn't really gotten to see any of the "private parts" of Kevin's body.

She started dusting the living room, and generally straightening up. The sun came beating on the front of the cabin after noon and the temperature began to rise. She was starting to sweat by the time she got out the vacuum.

Her mind had been toying with slightly obscene thoughts, so it wasn't just the sun and the exertion causing her to saturate her T-shirt. She really wanted to go swimming again ... with Kevin ... naked. Now her jeans were getting soaked too. She wondered how she could be so sweaty "down there".

How could she manipulate him back into the light as she had the night before, without making it clear that she just wanted to just stare at him. Last night it seemed so innocent and accidental. This seemed so calculated. So ... BAD!

It wasn't FAIR! He had gotten quite an eyeful last night, and he'd LIKED it! He SAID so! He said she ... was BEAUTIFUL. 

Oh oh ... now she was really melting down. She was STEAMING! She was just going to go into that kitchen and DEMAND that he take off his clothes ... RIGHT NOW!

By this time she'd vacuumed the carpet so violently that she was about to wear holes in it. Shutting off the vacuum and sitting down, she felt quite breathless. She was burning up! She went into her room and yanked off her top, mopping her streaming face with it. Oh GOD it was hot! She pulled off her jeans and panties noticing that the crotch was wringing wet.

She grabbed a clean beach towel from her dresser and wrapped it around herself. When she peeked into the living room, she could hear Kevin thumping around and making cleaning noises. 

"Everything going all right in there?" she hollered.

"Yeah...but..." Kevin called back, "there aren't any faucets on your sink. How do I wash things up?"

"The big red jug on the counter is fresh water. Heat some up on the stove and put it in the basin under the sink. Soap's down there too."

"OK!" he said sounding confident. She took the opportunity to scoot around the corner of the living room into the "bath room". It was a room with an old fashioned bath tub, the kind that stood on little claw feet which clasped crystal balls, with a high backrest. There was a stand with a basin on it and a mirror on the wall.

She hung the towel up, then filled the basin from another plastic water jug in the corner and splashed some water on her face and soaked a washrag in the cool water to sponge off her sweaty breasts.

She stepped back onto the bath mat as she continued to bathe, down her belly to her already soggy pubic hair. She watched herself in the mirror trying to imagine how Kevin had seen her. Now that her focus was no longer on her problematic face, she began to see that she had a lot of good points ... especially at the rosy tips of her breasts.

She had always liked her breasts, ever since they first developed. Not saggy or too flat, she twisted back and forth letting the light play on them, forming endlessly interesting patterns of shadows. She flexed various groups of muscles, raising and lowering her arms, pushing her breasts together and lifting them with her hands.

Suddenly she realized what she wanted to do. She dried off, a bit cooler now, brushed her teeth (in case Kevin wanted to kiss her again). She dumped out the basin into the tub drain, then tip-toed to the kitchen. She saw Kevin doing the dishes, he looked pretty sweaty also ... hot, in both senses of the word. He was concentrating on a pan that had some really baked on food and never saw her, so she stood for a moment just watching him.

He was fairly tall, nicely muscled from all his outdoor activities, kind of sandy blonde hair, but she wanted to see what was under the baggy, battered jeans he wore. She figured the best way to satisfy that curiosity was to take control of the situation herself.

Glancing down at her body one last time she saw that the dim blue green light coming from the screen porch was lighting her back. This contrasted with the golden yellow light from the walls and cupboards of the kitchen lighting her front. 

"A very nice effect," she thought "let's see what kind of effect it has."

"Is there any KoolAid left?" she asked aloud. Kevin smiled, then glanced toward her to answer. His eyes popped wide open, his jaw dropped, he let out a "Whoof!" as if he'd been kicked in the gut.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? I'm a part-time nudist." Lucy said lightly, "I was born that way, you know?"

"Oooh..." he said shakily, "I'm ... glad." a smile slowly creeping over his face. "That seems ... very sensible in this weather. Could you teach me to be a nudist too?"

Lucy felt a thrill of victory at having accomplished her goal. "Well ... one must learn by example of course."

"Of course, and a fine, fine example you are." Kevin grinned broadly, still absently scrubbing the pan in the sink. Lucy walked straight toward him, pulled open the cupboard door to get a glass then reached into the refrigerator for the KoolAid pitcher.

"Hey! Nice job on the fridge! Did you defrost the freezer too?" she asked as she grabbed some ice for her drink. She was exercising all the will she could muster to pretend that life was just going on as it always had.

She sat at the kitchen table in such a way that he could see her if he turned his head, but she could stare at him all she wanted. "You know, one of the first rules of nudism is to be comfortable. If you're going to be playing in the hot water like that, you really ought to shed a layer or so."

Kevin make a strange, fast chuckling sound, then wiped his hands on the dish towel with a jerky motion. He seemed to be getting pretty nervous and Lucy feared that he was about to change his mind.

"Yeah! hehehe...that's a good idea! Why don't I go do that? I'm gonna go ... shed a layer. I'll just put my things in my room ... okay? Then I'll be right back."

As he left the kitchen, Lucy was mystified. He was acting so unnatural, so nervous, something must be wrong. She decided that maybe it had been a bad idea. She got up and headed across the living room to his door thinking that she could apologize and let him off the hook.

When she got to his door she saw that it hadn't closed all the way. As she peered through the three inch gap she could see Kevin sitting nude on his bed, wiping his crotch area with his now discarded underwear.

"Oh ... I guess he gets sweaty down there too," she thought, "maybe that's why he was so nervous." She slipped back into the kitchen so he wouldn't think she'd been spying on him.

In a few moments he walked into the kitchen, blushing a little and seeming awkward, but not as tense as he had been before. Lucy felt relieved for a second, then that feeling of butterflies came back as she took in the image she had been so eager to see.

His shoulders were broad, a fine layer of light hair across his chest. He was not the V shaped muscle man she had seen in magazines, but trim, toned and he looked strong. His biceps had a pleasing bulge to them, and his legs were long and quite well muscled. Where they met she saw, finally, that mysterious area that was always covered in the pictures. No fig leaf here! He seemed aware of her attention, but didn't seem to mind. He seemed prepared to let "turnabout" be fair play.

She saw that tubular part, hanging neatly over what looked like a small bag with two pecans in it. "So THAT'S why they call them nuts." she thought.

For now she resisted the urge to get close up, or try to touch him, she was already overloaded with sensations she'd never dealt with before.

"Now THIS is PROGRESS." she thought, wondering what she could make him do next? Was he still her willing puppet? She spoke up ...

"So ... you done with those dishes yet? Mom'll be back in about 7 hours, and you know how moms are."

"Juss about done Mizz Lucy, den you be wantin' me t'slop them hawgs, n'chop y'all up some firewood?"

She broke out laughing at that, telling him that their tasks were almost done and that they would have the hottest part of the day to take it easy. He went back to the dishes while she sipped her KoolAid and watched him.

The muscles in his back and arms rippled as he washed and dried the last of the dishes. She directed him as he began to put the clean dishes back where they belonged, but felt herself falling into the same kind of trance that Kevin had been in the night before. It was like watching a fire until the flames begin to look like images and you feel as if you’re dreaming.

She found herself drawn more and more to his buttocks, rounded but firm and smooth. She really wanted to touch them, though she'd never really thought about a man's ass before. She knew that she'd never use the term "butt ugly" again.

Lucy wondered, "What can I do to make him turn around so I can see his ... penis, prick, pecker, dong ... whatchamacallit again... HA! I know what to do!" She grabbed the broom and started to sweep the kitchen floor. She swept as if she were dancing, making sure that her boobs jiggled, and turning so he could have a good look at all of her. "This'll make him turn towards me and give me another glimpse of ... that thing."

At first he did just what she had hoped for, once again getting that stunned look on his face. But in a very short time he turned away, he appeared to be getting nervous again. He also seemed to be talking to himself.

Whisking the dust out the door, she slowly approached him from behind. Quietly getting closer she heard him saying, "Stop it, just cut it out, you're messing up everything."

"I'm sorry!" she said, "But ... what did I do? How can I make it better?"

Kevin laughed, but with a note of sadness and frustration in his voice. He said over his shoulder, "You didn't do ANYTHING wrong, you've been wonderful! THIS damn thing is my problem."

He turned around and faced her, but it took her a moment to notice the thing that was the problem. His penis had swelled to three times the size she had seen before. It was flushed, almost red, and sticking out like a flag pole on the side of a building.

"Oh my GOD!" Lucy cried, "Is it all right? What can I do? Does it hurt?" she reached out to touch it, thinking that she should take it's temperature. It looked feverish.

"NO! Don't touch it!" Kevin shouted, making her jump back a foot. "I should have known this would happen, but it seemed like so much fun. I thought it would be okay after..." He sounded a little crazy, half laughing but on the verge of tears at the same time.

Now totally confused, and more than a little frightened, also a little let down that she was no longer in control of the situation, she decided the only way to find out what was going on was to ask.

"What's wrong with it? Tell me the truth!" she stared him straight in the eye, letting him know that she wasn't going away. She was going to help him get better no matter what it took.

He met her gaze, surprised at the determination she displayed, then realizing the absurdity of the situation he began to laugh loudly. Lucy really thought he'd lost his mind now, and she slapped him yelling, "Calm DOWN! Don't get hysterical! We can fix this! Stay with me now, you're going to be all right!"

At this he thought he would lose his mind. He began laughing so hard he fell to his knees nearly passing out, but he couldn't stop. Lucy now had no idea what to do. His cock seemed to be getting better, the swelling was slowly going down, but the patient was out of control.

She was afraid that he was having some kind of fit and might faint or have convulsions. He seemed to be in pain, yet he actually seemed to be laughing at something funny, and that made her angry. She didn't see anything funny about their situation, and if there was a joke she was missing, well ... that just wasn't fair.




Nobody Becomes Somebody Ch. 2



He had a moment when he slowed down enough to draw a breathe, and he moaned in such obvious real pain that she again began to fear for his life. The thought of losing him NOW was so distressing that she felt she couldn't take any more.

She began to cry, tears began to stream down her face and she grabbed his head and cradled it to her chest. Forgetting that she was naked she rocked his head back and forth as if she were trying to get a baby to sleep. This did have an effect on Kevin, he stopped laughing quite suddenly and struggled to get up.

He put his arms around Lucy and held her gently saying, "Don't cry baby, I'm sorry, I can explain ... it was just so .... ,” he almost started laughing again, but firmly regained control, “STOP IT! ... OKAY! I'll be okay. Please be all right ... I'm all right ..." At this point he really noticed that he had a naked girl in his arms.

Lucy, surprised and hopeful, overcame her tears, her wails diminished to sniffles. Kevin's arms around her felt so good, so safe. She changed her grip on him until they were holding each other in a real hug.

After a minute or so Lucy pulled back from Kevin to look into his face. "Thanks," she said, "this is nice, I needed a hug." Then feeling her nipples rub against the hair on his chest, she said, "A BARE HUG!" and SHE exploded into laughter

As she laughed, her chest was bouncing up against Kevin's. He also noticed that her nipples were rubbing against his chest. In no time his erection began to rise again.

In a minute, she calmed down a bit and couldn't help sneaking a peek down at that cock again. Lucy noticed that it was getting bigger and stiff, but she wasn't quite so worried this time. Kevin seemed not to mind too much, but she wanted to know what was going on.

"So what is it with that thing?" she asked glancing at his hardon, "is it gonna blow up and kill us?"

With a burst of wry laughter he said, "I don't think so. I guess I'm not a very good nudist. I thought it would be fun to just hang around naked together, 'cause I LOVE your body. I didn't know I would react this way, especially since I just ... umm." he stopped, seeming embarrassed.

"Since you WHAT! C'mon...level with me or I'll tell my Mom you were walking around naked!"

"OKAY! ... I masturbated! Are you happy now? Guys DO that ya know."

Actually, she didn't know. She'd heard the girls at school talk about all kinds of things, but it never seemed as if it would concern her. Sex education was possible in the late 60's, but Lucy had always thought "Free Love" was about people hugging and kissing and Flower Power and dancing in the park.

Masturbation was a subject she'd never even heard of. "Beating Off" and "Monkey Spanking" were subjects as arcane as "Mandelbrot Sets" and "Quantum Mechanics" to her. She'd heard some of the words, but there was no understanding attached to them.

"Okay ... so you 'mastumbrated' ... uhmm ... help me out here a little bit. What does that have to do with your c-c-cock getting bigger and smaller like something from 'Alice in Wonderland'?" she fumbled with the new vocabulary.

Kevin blinked with surprise, he was not an authority in the field either. He knew more about amphibious mating behavior than what people do. He decided that he might as well share what he knew. Lucy seemed curious and not at all judgmental.

"Well ... okay here goes. Let's start at the beginning ... it's called sex. People do it to make babies, and lotsa times just for fun..."

He gave her a lecture for several minutes, quite clinical and professional. Lucy asked good questions, they had all the "visual aids" that weren't allowed in school in those days. There were a lot of gaps in their knowledge, but they got to talk about subjects you don't hear about in class.

"So how come your wanger there keeps getting big today, does it think you're going to have sex?"

"Well ... I guess it would like to." he grinned. "You make me pretty horny, but we can't do that, we're cousins."

"Yeah, I guess that‘s ... huh? I make you WHAT?"

"Horny ... it's like ... filled with desire, lustful ya know?"

"Desire? ME!?"

"You bet ... I go a little crazy when you get naked. I've wanted you from the moment I saw you at 'The Tavern', I mean ...you're BUILT and awfully pretty.”

“Yeah, you’re pretty awful yourself.” she said doing a fair Groucho Marx impression. A butterfly blizzard began doing aerial gymnastics in her tummy.

Laughing he went on, “I almost went nuts when you agreed to go swimming last night. I guess you excited me even back when I pushed your face in the mud, I just didn't know how to express myself then, I still don't"

Smiling and blushing prettily, "Aww ... you're not doin' so bad. So, what is it you want to DO?"

"I dunno ... I've never been in this situation before."

Looking down at his penis again Lucy saw that it was BIG again, about 7" long and thick as a flashlight. "So if you mastrumpet that thing, it gets smaller again?"

"It's 'master bait', and yeah it gets smaller and softer again, until I see you move, or jiggle or something."

"Does it hurt?"

"NO! It feels really good, it hurts a little if you DON'T mastrumpet." he chuckled.

"Well ... go ahead, if it will make it feel better."

"Uhh ... okay, you wanta watch?"

"Hell yes!" 

They went back to his room. Lucy asked why he was grabbing his old soggy T-shirt, which he'd been wearing while cleaning.

"Well ... stuff comes out of it ... the stuff that makes a woman have a baby"

"Yuck! Like PEE?"

"Naw ... it's white and it comes from a different place than pee."

"Well ... go on." she said and watched in fascination as he gripped his cock and started to stroke it. He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, then opened them again and stared at Lucy. Only seconds after that he grunted and shot a load of semen onto the shirt.

Lucy watched in amazement, looking closely at the small puddle there before her. She dipped the tip of her finger into the stuff. She rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger, sniffed it, touched it to her tongue.

Kevin grimaced, "What's it taste like?"

She took a little more and smeared it on her tongue, "Not much ... maybe salty ... nah ...I dunno. Ooo it gets kinda sticky. Hey, your p-pecker looks kinda softer now, is that better?"

"Yeah, it's okay ... I don't think it's gonna stay that way for long though."

"s'It all right if I touch it while it's like this?"

"Yeah I suppose so, if I can touch your tits." he said with a wicked grin.

"Deal!" Lucy lay down next to where he was sitting, reaching out and gently grasping his shaft. She squeezed it, pulled on it, slid her hand down to encircle his scrotum.

"Careful ... that part's kinda fragile." 

"So I've heard." Lucy had seen guys get hit in the crotch while playing sports, and the kind of displays they put on when it happened. Lying on the ground with their hands between their legs rolling in pain. She was very careful.

She felt Kevin's hands gently caressing her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. She had never been treated to such attention before and she was loving it. Both of them were beginning to understand the meaning of the phrase "turned on", but neither of them had any real idea of which way to take this petting session.

Lucy enjoyed the soft skin of Kevin's testicles, silky and slightly hairy. She looked at the head of the penis, remembering a girl she new had called it her boyfriend's "Nazi Helmet". Now the remark made sense.

It wasn't long before Kevin's dick began to get hard again. She watched the process that changing the soft fleshy mystery in her hand into a rigid bone-like structure that she could just barely get her fingers around. It seemed like magic. She started to pump it as she'd seen Kevin do before, but he stopped her.

"Thanks, but please don't do that. At least not yet. I already came twice this afternoon, and my balls are kinda aching."

"You CAME? From where?" 

"Oh that's what they call it when it shoots, 'coming'. Don't ask me, I didn't make this stuff up."

"Will you let me do it later?" 

"Sure ... that'd be great, I just wish there were something I could do for you."

"You're doing PLENTY ... this is super! Let's go out on the screen porch and sit on the porch swing, I bet it's nice and cool out there. Nobody can see us in there in the daytime."

They walked through the living room as if they were welded together, neither one of them wanting to relinquish body contact for a moment. They settled into the huge wooden swing hanging from chains in the screened-in front porch. Birds chirped all around, and the sound of insects humming lazily filled the air.

It was not exactly cool, but a light breeze kept them quite comfortable even with their bodies pressing close. Kevin reclined on the big cushion of the swing which was covered with light sail cloth in big red and white stripes, a matching pillow beneath his head. Lucy curled up, spooning him, and using his left shoulder as a head rest.

Their bodies fit together wonderfully, Kevin continuing to massage her breasts, running his hand down her stomach and brushing her fluffy pubic hair. She reached behind herself to grasp his cock and even to feel further back to get her hand on his firm rump, which she had been so taken with just a little while ago.

Watching the waves on the lake, hearing the natural sounds around them, the warmth of the day and their lack of sleep from the night before soon lulled them into drowsiness. They drifted off to a blissful sleep.

They were awaken hours later by a noisy fishing party who were trolling by drinking, talking and laughing. Stretching and yawning they sat up and smiled at each other, both of them still excited and delighted with their situation. Kevin said that he had to visit the little outhouse in the back, so they got up and headed to the kitchen.

“You better put some clothes on,” Lucy said though she really didn’t want him to, “our neighbors to the south can see most of our yard pretty well.”

He slipped on his swimming trunks, a loose shirt and sneakers then left by the back door. As he walked away Lucy hugged herself with joy, she’d never have guessed that something like this would happen. Seeing that is was nearly six o’clock, she set about fixing a meal for them. Frozen chicken, boiled potatoes and carrots and a tossed salad were all being prepared by the time Kevin came back.

“You wanna set the table while I get this ready? Oh ... and it’s gonna get hot in here when that oven warms up.”

“Oh NO!,” he said feigning shock, “sure is a good thing you taught me the art of living without clothes.” He left to discard his clothes and wash up. Returning nude he grabbed some dishes and silverware. 

Lucy nearly cut of the tip of one finger as she tried to chop potatoes and watch her cousin’s beautiful butt. He kept dropping silverware on the floor doing exactly the same thing.

“I suppose they’ll be home pretty soon. What if they catch us?”

“Aww ... it’ll probably be at least seven before they get to “The Tavern”. Then they put their groceries in the cooler there while they have dinner. Usually they stick around and have a couple of beers afterward and talk to the neighbors. They should pull in here just before nine, put away the groceries and head straight to bed. That’s the routine. “Besides we’ll hear the boat coming back in plenty of time to get dressed.”

“Great! I really like this, being here alone with you. How come you don’t have a boyfriend hanging around monopolizing your time?”

She was totally flustered by the question. Couldn’t he see what a plain, boring little nobody she was? How could a handsome, bright college man like him fail to notice what a catch she wasn’t?

She started to explain about what an outcast she’d been in high school and how she’d stopped even trying to be accepted after years of ridicule.

“Well I don’t blame you!” Kevin said with disgust, “why waste your effort on people that stupid! You’re one of the most witty, honest, interesting people I’ve ever met! It’s people like them who kept me in the woods and the swamps most of my school life.”

Lucy was not accustomed to this kind of praise, but she didn’t let on. She sat at the table and rested her chin on her linked fingers, In her best Scarlett O’Hara voice she said, “Oh my! How you DO go on ... Li’l Ol’ ME? Do tell me more about my eyes.” batting her lids like humming bird wings.

Kevin roared with laughter, then without warning grabbed her face in his hands planting a long firm kiss directly on her mouth. He then plunked himself down in the chair next to hers letting out a “Whew!” of astonishment.

They gazed into each other’s eyes for a long moment, until the pot of carrots and potatoes boiled over. Lucy leapt to rescue them, turning down the gas flame, then turning back to that crazy man again.

“You have the softest lips ... ,” he said dreamily, then rising and approaching her he firmly embraced her and kissed her again. For long seconds they held each other tightly just rolling their heads back and forth. Feeling the texture of each others lips, their cheeks rubbing together, his still stubbly, hers silky smooth.

By the time they came up for air Kevin’s cock had started making itself obvious again. Lucy smiled down at it as if it were an unruly pet. “SIT! ... STAY!” she chuckled.

Blushing, he said, “I‘ll get a leash for him.” The timer dinged and Lucy wearing only oven mitts served the meal. The talked quietly as they ate, subdued and savoring the feelings that were coursing through them.

For them there was no sensation of time. They had no past, and the future defied them to imagine it. Alone ... together ... they had everything, for now.



Nobody Becomes Somebody Ch. 3



The sun had set but it was still blue in the western sky, stars shone in the east as Ralph and Rose approached their cabin on Blue Lake. The humming of their little Evinrude made them both feel a little drowsy. They were also worn out from running errands and shopping all day, but a bit elevated by the beer they'd had with their supper. The light on the front porch had been turned on to guide them to the dock.

"Well it looks as if at least ONE of the kids must have survived to turn the light on. How do you think they managed today?" said Ralph as he cut the engine back to the lowest speed.

"Oh... they're good kids, I think Lucy just resents having Kevin here, I think she's still mad that he bullied her 10 years ago when they were just children." Rose said, "He won't be here that long anyway. I wish they could get along better."

At that very moment, the two kids in question were pulling on their clothes then sharing a deep, if hasty kiss before they rushed to the screen porch. They paused one more time before opening the front door for a quick embrace and a greedy last kiss.

"Mmmm... tastes like chicken." Lucy said tasting the flavor of the meal they had just shared. Kevin laughed, but stopped before his aunt and uncle could hear him.

As they approached the dock his tone changed to one of annoyance. He said loudly, "Lucy! I'm telling you! I can handle the groceries!"

"Sure you can, but then who's gonna help Dad with the oars and the gas can. You let Mom and me handle the groceries, we know where they go!" Lucy said as they moved onto the dock just as the boat pulled alongside.

"So you're BOTH alive, thank heavens. Have you two been going at it all day?" Aunt Rose said, not noticing the kids quickly stifling laughter to the point where it hurt.

She might have phrased her comment a little differently if she'd known that the two had spent most of the day naked in the cabin "exploring nature" one might say. Kevin picked up the oars, gas can, and the life preservers as Ralph made the boat fast to the dock. Rose handed a bag of groceries to Lucy. Taking the other, everyone headed back to the cabin.

"Lucy, we brought you two some turtle sundaes from 'The Tavern'. You best get to them before they start to melt. So how was the day really? Did you fight the whole time?" Rose asked.

"Well... it wasn't too bad. He was pretty helpful with the chores, he got the fridge and the dishes, I did the living room and the kitchen floor. We had the chicken for supper..." the two women headed to the kitchen. The two men to the boathouse, which was attached to Ralph's little office, where he did most of his work in the summer.

Both parents prattled on about things of little consequence, the alcohol fueling their increased chattiness. The weren't drunk by any means, just feelin' good. As Kevin and Ralph entered the kitchen by the back door, Rose began to rave about Kevin's work in the kitchen. She praised him for not cleaning "like a MAN" which was a terrible sin to her. She spoke of one of her great fears, which was that she would be laid up in the hospital, then to have to come home to a kitchen that looked "like a GARAGE".

Kevin and Lucy set to consuming a glorious concoction of chocolate, caramel, candied pecans and ice cream. Lucy picked out her pecans and fed them to Kevin who was feeding her his caramel. Nobody seemed to notice that they were eating from each other's silverware. It wasn't long before the parents, complaining of exhaustion, retired for the night, much to the kids' relief.

Less than a minute after the folks had gone the two were lip-locked again and groping beneath each other's clothes. After a little while they pulled back from each other, panting. They sat down to finish their melted ice cream.

"God! I love that! You have the most perfect mouth, LucyLips."

"I always thought my lips were too fat and... flubbery." she said, putting her finger between them and wiggling it to make a ridiculous noise.

"Ahh... but you've never kissed you. I've kissed a few girls before, and you are something special."

Eager to change the subject, embarrassed to BE the subject, she asked, "So how in the world has someone as attractive as you stayed a virgin for all these years?"

"Who said I was a virgin!" he demanded with artificial anger, "I'll deck the bastard! I'll... okay you caught me. What gave me away?"

"Wasn't it you who told me just last night that you'd NEVER kissed a girl, wasn't that why you STOLE a kiss from me this morning? I ain't complaining, mind you, but I figured that if you'd never been kissed that you'd probably never been laid either. Am I right?"

"Yes... I can find no flaw in your logic. It must be true. The truth is that the girls I liked, or thought I would like, I was sorta scared of. Rejection is something I don't want to experience. "The girls who liked ME I've never had anything in common with. They mostly wanted to show me off at parties anyway and I hate that! "You're different though, you don't WANT anything from me, you don't expect me to play a part for others to see, you have yourself together so you don't hafta cling to me, or remake me. You're just right. I haven't even THOUGHT about heading out to the swamp since I got here."

Lucy chuckled and blushed, then got a deliciously wicked idea. "Hey! It's been a hot and sweaty day, I feel like I've been SOAKING in a swamp. I wanta take a bath! See those buckets over there? Go out in the back, just on the other side of the hill there's a pump, you know the kind with a handle? Fill'em up and bring'em back okay?"

Tempted by the thought of Lucy bathing, Kevin grabbed the pails and ran to the pump. It was pretty dark by now so he had to watch his footing. When he got to the tub room in the house Lucy was already there. She had clean towels, soap and shampoo ready.

"Dump them in the tub, then we'll need one more to heat up on the stove." Lucy said. Kevin poured the two buckets into the old-fashioned tub, then headed back to the kitchen.

When Lucy came out to the living room, Kevin was standing there in silence. She came up beside him and gave him a quizzical look.

"Listen" he said.

Lucy heard some bumping and moaning coming through the floor from the bedroom above. "Is that my parents?... f-fucking?" she asked.

Kevin shrugged and grinned, then headed for the pump. When he brought the water back to the kitchen Lucy turned on the burner and he set the bucket on the stove.

"So that's why they always sleep so good after shopping day. Well that's just perfect, 'cause we might make a little noise." she said wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh, good." Kevin said. As the water heated, Lucy crawled up on his lap and put her arms around him.

"You gotta shave," she said rubbing her cheek against his, "or my folks'll think I'm getting a rash. Show me how you do that thing with your tongue again." They had both learned a lot about kissing since that morning. All too soon the water started to hiss and steam. Breaking away from each other, Lucy grabbed the pail with oven mitts, Kevin went into his room to use his electric razor.

When he got to the tub room he saw that Lucy had turned off the electric light and lit three candles. He turned off the lights in the living room and stepped into the intimate darkness. Lucy was there wearing a floor length robe... dark, with a small pattern printed on it. He felt inelegant in his T-shirt and shorts, until she came around the tub and, like a geisha, undressed him. She pulled his shorts all the way to the floor so that her face was almost level with his penis. She stared at it, smiling, as she rose to a standing position again, then looked into his eyes.

"Mmm... Old Spice." she smiled as he pulled her into his arms. She closed her eyes and leaned back her head making a gift of herself to him. He gladly and gratefully accepted. After a lingering, sweet kiss Kevin reached down and undid the belt of her robe. Pulling it off her shoulders, he let it drop to the bathmat, stood back for a moment to see her body, then crushed her to his chest. Lucy stood on tip-toe so that they were nipple to nipple, pubic hair brushing pubic hair. Again they kissed, Kevin gently probing her mouth with his tongue, feeling the moist smoothness of the inside of her lips and cheeks.

Lucy now opened her mouth to him, a technique they had invented just three hours ago, her tongue eager to share some of the sensations which were offered. After a feast of glorious feelings she stepped away from Kevin and into the tub, holding his hand and pulling him with her.

She guided him to a kneeling position in front of the tall backrest of the old tub. She had thoughtfully placed a couple of large washcloths on the bottom of the tub to cushion their knees. The water was warm and almost up to their hips as they embraced again, the flicker of candlelight making them seem to glow from within.

Slowly they picked up water in their hands and poured it on each other. The opportunity to touch and feel every part of the other feeding powerful emotions neither had experienced before. Lucy reached down beside the tub and brought up a large china coffee mug. She filled the cup, then tipped Kevin's head back pouring the water over his hair. Passing the cup to him she squeezed some shampoo into her hand and lathered his hair, kneading her fingers into his scalp.

Kevin taking the cup, then the shampoo did exactly the same to Lucy, they gazed into each other's eyes as they indulged in the sensations. Kevin's cock slowly became rigid as they shared the moment. 

Lucy took the cup again and thoroughly rinsed his hair. As Kevin did the same for her he asked. "Are we gonna follow the instructions? On the label, doesn't it say: Lather, Rinse, Repeat? I could gladly do this forever."

Lucy smiled but never said a word, rather she picked up the bar of soap from the little rack on the side of the tub. She pulled him close and rubbed it over every inch of him, except his pubic area. She handed Kevin the soap and while he soaped her up with great delight, she rinsed him off.

As he rinsed her his erection became even more engorged; Lucy now devoted all her attention to it. He began to see how carefully she had timed this erotic ballet, he was very impressed, but he didn't have time to think about that now.

She pushed him against the backrest and he straightened out his legs. She let some water out of the tub so it just covered his scrotum, then starting there began to gently work him into a lather. She washed then rinsed the hair around his cock, then at long last, she began what she had been longing to do all day.

The bath had been a necessity, but now it was time to mix some pleasure with the business. With a generous handful of soapy foam she grasped his shaft and slowly slid her fist up and down it. With her left hand she returned to his balls, all loose and velvety soft, she cradled them in her hands. 

With her thumb she explored the tip of his prick, then making a ring of her thumb and forefinger she began to pump it again, slowly. She could feel his heart beating in the pulsing veins which wrinkled the surface of her new favorite toy.

Without realizing it she began to mumble, crazy little thoughts that were going through her head. " Ooh what a dirty little prick you are...C'mere let mama make you all clean c'mon pretty baby rub a dub dub that's better now..."

Kevin couldn't understand what she was muttering, but somehow the rhythm of her voice was thrilling. His cock, which had known only his own hand up until now was transmitting waves of exquisite joy through his whole body. The soap, the unfamiliar beat of her strokes, the sound of water splashing all transported him to a place he'd never been.

Lucy found a rhythm close to his heartbeat and heard a change in his breathing. He started to pant a little and moan a bit. She kept on that track, his dick like a piston enclosed in her soapy hand.

She sped up a little and he began to twitch back and forth, really starting to make some noise now. "C'mon little darlin' come for mama c'mon let's see you do that thing again, do it, c'mon do it for me" she rambled, unaware that she was speaking aloud. She felt like a cheerleader, rooting for her favorite team.

A little faster now, she tightened her grip on what seemed a carved shaft of living rock. As Kevin let out a whoop of pleasure and exertion, his cum jetted out with amazing force, hitting her right between her breasts. She threw her hands up in the air like an Olympic athlete who'd just taken the gold.

Kevin felt as if he'd been thrown off a cliff, suddenly cut off from the sensation which had brought him to orgasm. Another gout of cum burst from his forsaken dick and he reached down to complete the process.

Lucy now realizing that she was missing something grabbed again at the still spasming cock and their hands met, each of them covering half of its surface and together they stroked it until it had calmed down.

Speaking right to his penis, Lucy said with all sincerity "I'm sorry Fido, I didn't know you weren't finished." Kevin shook his head, not believing his ears.

"Fido?"

"Yeah, you said you were gonna get a leash for him before, and I guess I started thinking of him as my little puppy. I'm sorry I stopped before, I just didn't know it would last that long. I was so proud that I made it happen... but, well... I just didn't know."

"Fido, huh. Hey, don't worry about it, you were GREAT! I loved it! Fido loved it! Besides, maybe if you practice a little more you'll get even better." he said slyly.

"Okay, I think I could work that into my schedule." Lucy said giving him a pixie grin twisted his heart around. Using the washcloths they sponged off the sperm and then dried each other with big soft towels. A task they had barely started when they locked together into a kiss that seemed like it might last forever.

They cuddled naked for a while out on the screen porch, talking quietly but after an hour or so they started yawning and decided to call it a night. Neither of them said it, but they both were wishing that they could sleep in each other's arms as they had on the swing that afternoon.

After a long good night kiss that involved every part of both bodies, they parted for the night. It had been quite a day.

The next day they got up fairly bright and early, but they couldn't explain why they seemed so "fidgety" and nervous. Mom said she was very impressed with the job they'd done cleaning the cabin. She commented that the carpet in the living room was going to need replacing soon, which brought a wry chuckle from Lucy, who'd vacuumed it within an inch of it's life yesterday.

The rest of the day dragged by, Kevin did a little fishing with Uncle Ralph, Lucy read a book that Kevin had brought. Then finally the sun set and Ralph and Rose went to bed.

As soon as they could, they got together in the front porch. Lucy had brought a candle, a towel and a washcloth. She lit the candle and they began to slowly strip each other. Ritualistically they kissed each part of each other's bodies as if greeting old friends after a long absence.

Kevin shivered as Lucy kissed "Fido" and his balls long and lovingly. After they ran out of clothes, they lay down on the swing, held each other very close, their hands running over each other like spiders. Touching, squeezing, probing, always in motion so as not to let any part feel neglected.

Eventually Lucy's hand settled on Kevin's cock. She pulled on it gently until it decided to come out and play. As it grew and stiffened in her hand she slid off the swing, grabbed the towel to put under her knees then set to work. Her object was to make him come again.

Once again she found a rhythm that seemed to get a response. She pumped and stroked. With her other hand she touched and teased at what she thought of as his little "bag of eggs". Before long, unknowing, she began to talk again.

"C'mon little Fido, do that trick again, do it for mama, sweet little puppy, good pretty baby, Oh you're growing big and strong..."

So softly she whispered that Kevin never caught a word of her nonsensical baby talk, but he caught the spirit evoked by the sounds. He felt himself drifting away, hypnotized by the stream of sound and the torrent of sensation.

Soon, altogether too soon the energy began to rise within him and he knew that his climax was on it's way. Lucy looked far away, between his legs performing her heathen and magickal rite, causing this tide of pleasure to rise around and inside him.

He heard a sound like singing, a low droning imperative chant, then realized it was his own voice moaning. He felt pulled into a coil of energy at the base, the bottom of his penis, then felt Lucy, as if by design reach up and touch that very spot with her thumb and press. The energy exploded up and up like a bullet from a rifle. He opened his eyes just in time to see his seed leap like an attacking cobra and hit Lucy right in the throat.

This time she followed through and kept up her rhythm, crooning happily as the cum flowed down her neck onto her beautiful breasts. Slowly the energy dissipated leaving him quivering and drained. He focused again on Lucy who with a satisfied smile was rubbing his cum into her skin as if it were lotion.

She picked up the washrag, which was wet and quite cool and cleaned his sticky cock. As soon as he could move again he knelt down beside her, gathered her in his arms and kissed her with all the feelings he could not speak.

He kissed her as a god, he kissed her as a worshipper, he kissed her as his slave and possession, and as her humble and devoted servant. He kissed her pure and chaste as an angel, and lasciviously and debased as a whore. He must have kissed her over a hundred times, each one a separate and unique expression of the feelings he could never describe. She accepted and returned every one with her seal of joyous approval. She knew she deserved it.

For the next several days they played variations of that first day, it was as if they were leading two lives. After sundown they shed their mortal guises and became superheroes of love. Their belief in the taboos of society kept them from actually engaging in real sex, and their ignorance kept Lucy from enjoying their situation even more than she did. 

She was having a wonderful time, but she didn't know that females could have orgasms too. In 1970 it was not well known, even most of the medical profession back then considered it a myth. She'd never had girlfriends close enough to tell her how to masturbate, and unfortunately Kevin only knew about the sexual habits of insects and small amphibians.

She was content to work on her techniques for stimulating Kevin. It gave her a feeling of control that she had never known. Her habit of rubbing his semen into her chest not only drove Kevin crazy, it gave off a musky smell that she grew to love.

One evening at the dinner table, while her parents were distracted, she and Kevin made eye contact. She pulled up the collar of her shirt over her nose, inhaled deeply then popped back up smiling dreamily. Kevin got an erection that made it impossible for him to stand up until the folks had left the room.

When shopping day came again they were up early, practically hustling the folks out the door. They knew what they had in store this time. As soon as the boat pulled away they ran into the cabin, exploded out of their clothes and practically slammed together on Lucy's bed. It was a rare treat for them to stretch out on a solid surface. The swing was nice, but it swung. One could fall out if the other hadn't held her such a tight grip.

After they had kissed and hugged for a while, Lucy turned around so she could "wake up the puppy". As she settled into her new position Kevin lay down to find Lucy's pubic hair right in his face.




Nobody Becomes Somebody Ch. 3



"Okay, you play with the puppy; I'll play with the pussy."

"Mmmm... sounds like a good deal to me."

It had almost always been dark during their explorations of each other's bodies. Now with sunlight filtering into Lucy's room they both had a chance to really see what they'd been learning by Braille. 

Kevin pulled Lucy's legs apart a bit so he could look into that space where even Playboy dared not go. He'd seen pictures of pubic hair before, but now he gazed upon unknown territory. He decided that he liked the smell he detected in this new land. He gently brushed his fingers through her bushy little muff, then pushed deeper.

As his fingers parted the hair of her pussy he uncovered her labia, bringing his other hand around, wearing her muff like a beard his softly pried them apart. Inside he found another pair of lips. "How long does this go on?" he wondered. When he pulled these lips apart he found a moist tight little cavern.

The inside lips were so soft and delicate, like flower petals. There was something so beautiful about them and the scent surrounding him, that a wave of affection came over him. He pulled her by her smooth, soft butt closer to his face and kissed those sweet, inviting lips.

Lucy was on more familiar ground, having studied Kevin's cock all week. She too found the level of illumination a pleasant change. She held up his shaft and saw the penis now as a little soldier doll. She wondered what Kevin was thinking of her private area and what he was going to do.

As his fingers began to probe into her, rubbing, touching, pushing and pulling, she began to have feelings she didn't know what to do with. She felt as if she were riding on a merry-go-round that was going too fast. Her limbs began to feel loose and rubbery and she feared she would faint.

She grasped the cock more firmly and began to pump it, trying to concentrate. She thought of how nice it had felt when they were in the tub and his dick was so slick, all soapy... and then he kissed her... a big smacker planted smack dab in the middle of her cunt. Oh! How could he... a shudder ran down her spine, then continued to her toes. She broke out in goose bumps all over, though it was quite warm.

Suddenly she flashed on an idea. She could get his cock all wet! That would make it slippery. She was so impressed with her genius she grabbed the little soldier and kissed him full on the face. She didn't know that it was the most sensitive part of the whole penis.

She stuck out her tongue and started licking the cock from bottom to top to the bottom again, covering the whole thing with saliva then pumping it to see if it was slippery enough. It sprang to life turning almost purple in it's effort to take in more pleasure.

Kevin, in an agony of ecstasy moaned, "Oh YES baby... Suck it!" Lucy hadn't even thought of that, but it sounded like a great idea. She flipped around again so she was kneeling between his legs then pulled the whole head into her mouth. She was familiar with the flavor, but her jaw wasn't used to opening quite so wide.

She kept her tongue moving and learned to cover her teeth. Soon her muscles adjusted to the new position and she pulled more cock into her mouth. Her hand kept stroking from the base to her lips and kept spreading moisture across the whole shaft.

She started moving his cock in and out now, striving to get more in her mouth. She pinched and tickled his balls until he started making frantic noises. He could make as much noise as he wanted to now.

She loved having a cock in her mouth, pushing it all the way to the back of her throat again and again. She wondered if it could go any further. Her hand was now making a slopping sound with every stroke, because everything was slippery and wet and moving like precision machinery.

Kevin whimpered and moaned for uncounted minutes, beginning to thrash about as the feelings got more intense. His hips began to pump in synch with Lucy's strokes. He clutched at her head.

Lucy felt as if she were riding a bucking bronco. She found that she could take in more of his cock because she had no choice. She could have broken away easily and stopped it all, but that was not an option. She wanted to ride it out and see what would happen.

As he humped her mouth, increasingly uncontrollable, she felt as if she were going to gag several times. Then something at the back of her throat gave way, not as if it had broken, but it let go and let her throat loosen. She had to hold her breath, but soon the strokes moved smoothly deeper and deeper.

Just then Kevin shouted, "Look out! CUM!" and pulled her head up and off his cock. Reflexively she pulled back slightly and looked up at Kevin. A stream of jism flew up over her head leaving a trail across her hair, forehead, nose and chin as it came back down. She laughed as she kept her hand moving until the jets of aftercum subsided. Kevin lay on his back shivering, twitching from time to time. His arm was thrown over his eyes and he kept panting and moaning "Oh God... Oh my God."

After about a minute he reached down and grabbed Lucy's hand which had still been absently massaging his prick. Pulling her hand to his chest and hugging it he whispered hoarsely, "Wait."

Lucy, now growing concerned, moved up beside him. She pushed her captive hand up to grab Kevin's chin. She turned his face towards her and asked, "Kevin? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Weakly he smiled, then opened his eyes. He looked at her with something like fear in his eyes and said, "Lucy... oh my dear, sweet cousin. Are you trying to kill me?"

She opened her mouth in shocked protest, but before she could say a word Kevin reached out and gently pulled her toward his chest. He wrapped one hand around the back of her neck and with the other wiped the cum from her face.

"Don't you know that if you take a mere mortal that close to Heaven there's a risk that he won't come back? For a minute there I really thought I was gonna die, but I had to come back to kiss you again."

He kissed her then, softly to start then more passionately as he rubbed her back, tweaked her nipples, pulled her up to lie on top of him. The kiss went on and on as their bodies squirmed against each other.

Lucy felt good, but somehow unfulfilled. She wanted more, but she didn't know what. She was afraid of the feelings that she had felt when Kevin's face was between her legs, and probably for that reason she eyed him curiously and finally asked.

"Would you do that again, what you did before?"

"Gee, I'd love to, but I really haven't got the strength right now. Later for sure, but really I..."

"No not THAT part, you silly. I'll give you a chance to charge up... for a while," she gave him that pixie smile again, "I mean that other part , you know when you kissed my pussy, and you had your fingers all in there and stuff."

"You BET I would!" Kevin said with enthusiasm. He got down on his knees beside the bed, grabbed her legs and hooked them over his shoulders. He pushed his face again into that new place he had discovered so recently. He inhaled her sweet musk as he pulled open her outer fuzzy lips and found that beautiful flower again.

He kissed it again biting gently with his lips at the whole area, nibbling a little here, a little there. He pushed his tongue into the hole then pulled it out. Lucy hissed as if she'd been burned. He looked up with concern, but she smiled, ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him back where he'd been.

She was getting dizzy, tingling all over, her stomach felt full of fluttery things. She didn't know if she liked it or if it was going to make her sick. She let him go on for a little longer, but when his nose brushed past the front part of her cunt, she started to shake and the goose bumps came back.

"Okay wait... hold off for a little. I'm not sure I'm ready for this. You can leave you fingers down there, but you better move your face out where I can see it." He smiled and pushed one hand past her pussy, between her butt cheeks and picked her up, the one hand at the base of her spine, the other behind her shoulders.

He held her in the air for a second then bounced her down lengthwise on the mattress. She laughed as he lay down on the bed again. As he pulled his hand from underneath her back his thumb rubbed against her asshole. The feeling Lucy got was pure excitement.

"Oh! Do that again! Where your thumb was rubbing between my butt cheeks. Yeah! Oooh... YES! That's it! Why does that feel so good?"

Kevin shook his head in confusion. Neither one of them had ever heard of anal intercourse, they didn't talk about THAT in school, but as Kevin probed the area with his fingers he soon homed in on the exact spot which was setting off the reaction.

"Is that the spot I think it is?" Lucy asked with a blush.

"Yup... that'd be the old poop chute all right." Kevin said smiling at her embarrassment. "Do you really LIKE that?" he asked pushing and prodding her little rosebud.

"Uhh... yeah, I think I do. Could you... kinda... NO never mind. C'mere and kiss me again."

"No... I'd like to find out what it is you like. You've done so much for me... to me, I'd do anything to make you feel as good as I do."

"Anything?" she drew the word out as he nodded vigorously, "Well... would you try to push your finger into my ass?"

He didn't reply, but immediately put the tip of his middle finger against her anus, he pushed then eased off over and over as the muscles relaxed and soon he was pushing in up to his second knuckle.

"Oh... ohhh that feels so... I don't KNOW, but I like it. Say, there's some hand lotion on my night stand right there, could you put a little of that on your finger?"

He did exactly that, then returned to his strange task. Now he felt his whole finger disappearing up her ass, and she was starting to breath heavily.

"Mmm... hmmmph ohh ohhhh... Kevin! Put in another finger! c'mon mmm oof"

He added a bit more lotion then pushed both fingers in. Lucy reacted even more strongly now. After a while he began to twist his fingers back and forth as they went in and out. Lucy clutched at him, moaning and telling him not to stop.

Next he moved his thumb up and let it slide around and into her now soaked pussy. That was all she could take. She had a climax which hit her like an electric shock. It held her rigid and trembling for several seconds, then let her go leaving her limp and dazed on the bed. She grabbed Kevin's hand to let him know that he'd done enough.

He held her close for a while, and as she started to revive he kissed her briefly then went to wash up. By the time he returned Lucy was dressed.

"Gotta head to the back house for a little bit, then it's time for lunch. I'm STARVING!"

"The feeling's mutual," Kevin grinned. He started making sandwiches while she went out to the latrine.

Sitting there alone for the moment, she began to wonder about the things that had been happening to her lately. She'd had her first personal sexual experience and was really confused by it.

She didn't know that the climax she'd just experienced was just a little thing. She wouldn't know that for another year, but it was enough to shake her world to the foundations.

"Why my BUTT?" she thought, "How the hell can this be?" She was so embarrassed, but she wanted to do it again. Her ass was still tingling and sensitive, but that was the whole thing. It was sensitive, not sore. It was making itself known to her as it hadn't before. 

She really wanted to suck on Kevin's dick again. REALLY. She even wanted to make him come in her mouth, but she didn't know where these feelings were coming from.

"Aww, what difference does it make?" she decided walking back to the kitchen. When she saw the table laden with sandwiches and soup, even cloth napkins she wondered aloud, "What am I gonna do with you... what am I gonna do WITHOUT you?"

"I only care what you're gonna do TO me for now." Kevin said with his mouth full. He was soon to find out.



Nobody Becomes Somebody Ch. 4



(i'd like to thank the wonderful members of Lit who have put up posts on the subject of fellatio. i owe whatever is true in my scenes to the wonderful descriptions i've read. Anything that's wrong is because i never knew how to do anything but GET a blowjob before. That was enough until now. Thanks people.)

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Lucy was humming "Penny Lane" as she finished rinsing the last of the lunch dishes. Looking out on the sunlit forest outside the window she felt a glow of happiness she had never known before. Her cousin Kevin came up behind her and pressed himself against her back, wrapping his arms around her waist which made a smile burst upon her face rivaling the summer sun.

"You have a beautiful voice..." he said, sliding one hand up her smooth belly to fondle her breasts and the other down to curl his fingers in her pubic hair. "...not to mention a number of other fine attributes."

Lucy chuckled deep in her throat, arching her back in pleasure and turning her head to offer her lips to him. Gently, he accepted the offer, then clutching her tightly, greedily sucked a kiss from her mouth like a starving vampire.

As their naked bodies molded to each other, she felt his cock press between the cheeks of her ass. Goosebumps covered her and she shuddered as his partial erection probed her most secret and sensitive area. She moaned into his kiss pressing her bottom against him; she was filled with new and mysterious emotions.

The two of them had changed dramatically in the past week Last Thursday they had been practically strangers, two cousins forced to share the limited space of the small cabin on Blue Lake. After just seven days here they were, their naked bodies straining to get closer, press tighter, to envelope and consume each other.

Lucy broke away from the kiss and squirmed around to face Kevin. Stroking his back with her still wet hands she looked up at him and said, "I’m hungry."

"WHAT?! We just finished lunch!"

Lucy made a face which Kevin adored, a sly pixie grin with a suggestive bobbing of the eyebrows. His face lit up with an expression of feigned shock and surprise.

"You mean it’s time for DESSERT?"

"Just desserts!" she said grabbing his hand and leading him through the living room to her bedroom. Pushing him down on her bed she stood back for a moment, lovingly scanning his long lean body with a growing excitement. He grunted slightly as she flopped down on top of him, her breasts against his belly, her cheek nuzzling the fine hair on his chest. Just above her stomach she felt a slowly increasing pressure as his cock began to expand.

Pushing his knees apart, she knelt before him and wrapped her hand around his hardening erection. With a gentle pumping of the shaft, she began to speak to it, lapsing into baby talk.

"Why hello, Fido. How’s the puppy? Can you sit up for mama? Ooooh - Good Doggy!" Kevin’s quiet chuckle turned to a moan as he stiffened in response to her loving touch.

She bent down and rubbed her cheeks against either side of his prick, then starting at his balls covered the whole thing from bottom to top with lingering, full lipped kisses. Starting again at the bottom she poked and prodded with her warm, wet tongue. Then over and over she ran her tongue from balls to crown, pressing firmly and wetting the whole length.

This was only the second time she’d been so close to his cock and she loved it. She sat back a moment and just gazed at it. Glistening with her saliva, it stood rigid, the veins standing out and throbbing with his rapid heartbeat. So alive -- so alive --

Kevin moaned again as she blew a cool stream of air over it, believing she could see waves of heat rising from it. She decided to be merciful and end the suspense. Closing her eyes, opening her mouth, she slowly rocked forward.

Licking her lower lip just before she made contact, she pressed her wet lip against the crinkly seam just below his head. Sliding slowly back and forth she stuck her tongue out to cover the crease on the very top. Pulling the tip of her tongue into a fine point, she pushed it into the hole at the bottom of the crease, wanting to know everything about the marvelous mystery she had before her.

Now she rose up and looked the beast straight in the eye. Making an O of her lips she lowered her face to take in just the velvet head, now up, rotating her tongue all around it, now down again. Inch by inch she let more of the cock enter her mouth, wetting it with her tongue then pulling it out to see it again.

When she had nearly five inches in she felt the head reach the soft flesh at the back of her throat. She had learned only this morning how keep from gagging, but she was just getting to the part of the process she wanted to know about. Kevin was so stiff even he was surprised by how long his prick had gotten. There was still about three inches of dry skin at the base and he could not imagine what would happen next.

Lucy stuck out her tongue and tried to reach the balls with it. Just a little short of the goal. She got up further on her knees to straighten her throat a bit.

 Okay, let’s slalom all the way to the top again and lick twice around the head. mmmm 

Now slow - slow back to that spot. Push -- push -- no. It was in there before.

Tighten your lips up and suck HARD! - mmm he likes that.

She opened her eyes to look at him, his mouth open, he looked amazed, stunned. She sucked hard again, his eyelids fluttered, eyes going out of focus, rolling slightly upward.

 I did that ~she smiled with his hard cock in her mouth.

 Up - down deeper, push - no. Relax -- push - move your jaw No that’s not- Wait! it moved a little! hmm getting wet back there I have to swallow some of this... YES! it moved! Out! 

Breathe--okay, Again! - close your nose like you were going to SWALLOW! YES! there it goes! A little. Oh, Out!- breathe - 

Again! Oh, I don’t - NO! Out - 

Again! Push! How can I--Ow! Okay now, breathe - Now close your nose ah-aaah OH!

There it goes! It’s like YAWNING! Aaah-But I can’t breathe!--that’s okay I can breathe in a minute.

OH! It’s going right IN!

OH!-- what’s that? HAIR! Against my lip! It‘s like... Oh QUICK! Out! OUT! OUT!!!

She came up rapidly, breaking Kevin’s mood and then his heart by bursting into raucous laughter. Seeing the expression on his face she laughed even harder. His erection began to wilt, but Lucy flung herself onto him hugging him tightly as she tried to control the gales of laughter that shook her.

"Moustache," she said, wiping her teary eyes as she regained a bit of control, " I thought -- Now I know what it’s like to have a moustache - but I couldn’t laugh! I couldn’t laugh ‘cause your prick was halfway down my throat." She continued to laugh, but now Kevin joined her.

"Hey! I never heard you talk like that before, have you ever said ‘prick’ before?"

"Only when I was sewing!" more laughter, more hugs. Time for a big kiss.

"Is that what I taste like?" Kevin said licking her lips and then his own.

"Yeah, I like it! I’m going back for more" Kevin groaned but smiled as she resumed her position.

She had to start almost from the beginning, the distraction had Fido sprawled out, napping. It didn’t take long to get him up and ready. Again Lucy tackled her project for the afternoon. She soon learned how to control the muscles she needed to use to engulf Kevin at will. By pretending to herself that she was VERY sleepy she could fake a yawn that made her throat open up every time. 

Now she began to apply the things she had learned from beating him off for a week. With one hand around the base of his shaft, she started a rhythm close to his heartbeat. She rocked from her hips and knees sliding the O of her mouth from just behind the head to the point where the head met the back of her throat.

When she felt his breathing change she lengthened the strokes slightly and slowed down. As soon as she felt ready, she took a deep breath through her nose,. She then slid all the way down to the bottom.

For an endless time she fucked her throat with his cock. Then she stuck out her tongue so it rode up and down across his balls. Kevin nearly stopped breathing too, giving out short grunts and moans as if he were straining to lift something immensely heavy. 

When her breath ran out, she went back to the other technique, her tongue now darting back and forth across all the skin she could reach. With her hand she began pumping, not squeezing too hard, in time with the rest of the action.

Now she let go with her hand and swallowed him whole again, poking her tongue in between his nuts forcefully. His legs began to twitch and his hips to buck; something liquid was collecting at the back of her throat. Once again she changed her rhythm as she pulled back until his head nearly came out of her mouth, then she opened her throat and practically slammed her mouth all the way to his groin.

Kevin grunted at the assault on his senses. The feelings were pleasurable beyond belief. He felt as if he were shooting the rapids of a river without a canoe. As ecstasy battered him, he felt his orgasm approaching like a huge waterfall. He was about to go over the edge.

Again and again she jammed his whole length into her mouth, then rode him to the top. Her lips now tight around him, now loose with a little bit of tooth exposed. Her hand had slipped down to gently knead his balls in counterpoint to the tornado of sensation above.

He literally screamed when he came, feeling as if he were turning inside out. Lucy knew what was going to happen and had pulled about halfway up his shaft as she pumped furiously on the lower part of him. she tightened the grip of her lips, and closed off her now aching throat.

She felt his jism filling her mouth and pumped him in time with the jets of fluid. She felt it collect in her cheeks and under her tongue. She began to hum gently, a deep moaning sound. The flavor she now tasted was familiar, to her it was more of a texture than a flavor. She had tasted it before only when she licked her fingers.

Gradually in the gathering calm she became aware of what she had just done. She was soaring on a wave of self-approval; she'd never really approved of herself before. The flow of cum was stopping now; Kevin was still jerking as if he were being given electric shocks. 

She gradually stopped pumping him and let some of his seed pour down the side of his cock. She kept some in her mouth, let it drip into her hand and began to rub it on her breasts. Unconsciously she was still humming, crooning quiet notes because she felt so good it seemed she would explode if she didn’t let something out. 

Kevin stopped twitching after a while, then he began to moan and whimper as if he were going to cry saying, "How did you DO that?"

"I’ll show ya again later, don’t you think you oughta rest a little first"

"NO!" he said chuckling and moaning at the same time, "I mean get my whole... I mean it was... and I never came like THAT before. What did you DO?"

"I guess I’m just good." she grinned, polishing her fingernails on her breast.

"Oh no -- you’re BAD!" he laughed flipping up to grab her, pulling her in to kiss her, "You’re wicked and evil! I must punish you now." 

She pretended to be afraid. He began to growl low in his throat, stepped onto the floor and picked her up by the knees and shoulders. He kissed her, which thrilled her vaguely, considering where her mouth had just been. He carried her around the bed and threw her down, with her head on the pillow.

He lay down beside her and kissed her several times on the mouth, then proceeded to run a line of kisses down to her neck, then up to her left ear. Biting her ear lobe he growled again softly, sending shivers through her and making her moan. Licking all around her outer ear he poked his tongue into the hole then pulled in her earlobe again, biting and pulling at it.

Now he kissed across her face, deeply penetrating her mouth with his tongue, then biting her lips. He moved over to treat her other ear the same way then kissed his way down to her right breast. For a moment he just gazed at it and caressed it with his left hand, then he began to kiss and lick her nipple. Bracing himself with his left arm now, his right grasped and pinched her other breast.

Lucy again felt a twinge of excitement knowing that he was tasting his own sperm on her breast, but her mind soon gave way to pure bliss as his hand moved from her breast toward her pussy. He pushed her legs apart, pressed his hand flat across her labia and squeezed. Rubbing and pushing on her pubic lips his hand soon became wet with the juices beginning to flow there.

Lucy’s head was spinning so much that she felt nauseated. As Kevin’s middle finger began to slide into her inner lips she whimpered in distress. He seemed to know what she meant because he just moistened his fingers in her deep pool and pushed on toward her sweet rosette.

As the tip of his finger reached her favorite spot she gave out a short cry of pleasure. Spurred on, he inserted his finger bit by bit into her anus. He twisted it back and forth to the sound of her joyful moans. Then he got an idea.

"All right you nasty little girl! Roll over!"

Lucy was shocked by the commanding note in his voice. She flipped over on her stomach before she had a chance to question why. She peeked back over her shoulder to see if Kevin were really angry. He had a mischievous grin on his face and a glint in his eye.

"You wicked child!" he said smacking her bottom soundly. Lucy could tell that he’d spanked her with little force, but maximized the noise. Six more times he spanked her, each time to emphasize the things he was saying, "We must DRIVE the DEMons of LUST from your NASty LITtle SOUL!"

She felt a rising excitement as he did this, a heat came to the skin of her buttocks which made her wish he would spank just a little harder. When he’d finished the short spanking he rubbed her buttocks around and around, the friction increasing the heat.

"Now I shall BANISH the demons with LOVE!" he intoned, pulling on her hips to make her lovely butt poke up in the air. Then before she could react, his face disappeared behind her.

She could feel his breath against her backside, then kisses crawling up her thighs. His hands crept up massaging her from her hips toward her pussy, then she felt thumbs prying her labia apart. Lips pressed lips, then his tongue pushed deep into her hole and slid back and forth until she made him stop.

Slowly now his tongue moved up until it reached her puckered little anus. She shrieked when he deliberately and firmly licked across it. A combination of extreme discomfort and pleasure just as intense began to battle inside her. He planted kisses all the way around her ass, then pushed the point of his tongue right in the middle. She cried out for him to stop.

"Why?" he said licking his lips, "don’t you like it?"

She was trembling so that she could barely say, "I don’t know. --I don’t know HOW to feel."

"Does it hurt?"

"No."

"Mmm--I think I like it," he grinned at her over her hip, "I think it’s scaring away the evil spirits. Let me continue and if you decide you can’t stand it I’ll stop." 

He disappeared again and Lucy felt herself being peppered with kisses from her ass to the very front of her labia. He returned to her anal region and began to run his tongue around and around the hole. Now he changed to long strokes up and down punctuated with little tongue flutters.

Lucy was grunting and moaning throughout this overload of her senses and she started to whimper as his hand slid up the back of her thigh to cover her whole pussy. It pushed and squeezed her, then the middle finger slipped into the flow of juice now running from her cunt.

It made a trail of fluid as it crawled up to her ass, then snuck beneath the maddening tongue and inside. The heel of his hand was still kneading her labia as his finger commenced it’s rhythmic penetration. Her moans became almost musical as she responded to the beat. Soon he added his index, then his ring finger, needing no artificial lubrication, getting what he needed from her pussy which was flowing like a spring.

He increased the tempo, circling her quivering, delicate inner lips with his thumb. Now Lucy’s head began to spin again, there was a feeling of dread rising as if she were beside a dam about to burst. She felt herself being washed away by emotions she could not control and as his thumb pushed into her vagina, rubbing against the knot of nerves at the front she reached her limit.

She grabbed his wrist, sobbing for him to stop, shaking uncontrollably. Immediately he threw himself down beside her on the bed and wrapped her tight in his arms. She clung to him desperately, shivering as if she were freezing.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you. Oh little darlin’ are you cold? What can I do."

Still crying, teeth chattering, the warmth of his arms and concern soon brought her back to some semblance of self-control.

"No you didn’t hurt me," she smiled weakly, "I don’t know what happened. It was all of a sudden--too much. Up until then it was---weird. Where do you come up with this stuff?"

"I’m sorry. I told you that you drive me kinda crazy. I was trying to find out some way to make you feel as good as you do me."

"And that made you spank me?"

"Oh god Lucy! I’m sorry! I was just going to lick your ass but when you rolled over your butt was just so beautiful I couldn’t keep my hands off it. I told you I was going to punish you for being wicked, but that’s not what I meant. Did I hurt you?"

"Uhhh---well, no. I kinda liked that," she blushed, "pretty weird, huh? And what EVER possessed you to stick your tongue in my ASSHOLE?"

Kevin laughed, "Well, I was thinking how disgusting it must be to suck my cock and everything. I wanted to show you that I was willing to do yucky stuff for you if it would make you feel good----did it?"

"Jesus Kev, I really don’t know! I felt something--REALLY felt something. I liked it! But I don’t know if it felt good! I can’t compare it to anything."

"Can I do it again then?" his face eager and willing.

"If you don’t mind--Hell yes! But not right now, whew."

They lay back, sharing the pillow, still skin to skin. Suddenly Lucy rolled over and whacked him on the shoulder.

"Yucky stuff! You’re willing to do YUCKY STUFF?! Should I be flattered? From now on I should make you suck your OWN cock!"

Kevin Burst into loud laughter, "My, my sweet cousin. Such LANGUAGE! I’ve been a bad influence on you." She pulled him close for a kiss, but he had time to say, "Don’t put your tongue in that mouth! You don’t know WHERE it’s been!"

By the time Lucy’s folks came home, the kids had gone back to their feuding cousins routine. This time with the groceries Aunt Rose had brought them banana splits. 

Of course Lucy had to make some lewd gestures with one half of a split banana, only to be interrupted as Rose unexpectedly bustled into the kitchen. Lucy had to made use of her new found skill to push the whole piece in her mouth so her mom wouldn’t see her obscenely sucking it.

Kevin, seeing the whole banana vanish, laughed so hard that milk came out his nose, causing Lucy to blow banana puree all over him as she started to laugh. When Aunt Rose asked what was going on, Kevin with his sides aching said,

"Lucy made a face while my mouth was full." sounding like a little kid tattling on a sibling. That set off another round of laughter. Rose shook her head, mystified.

It wasn’t long before the folks went to bed; Thursday was their special "frisky day". It was also "bath day" for Lucy and Kevin, a tradition they had started a week ago. Soon the two of them were nestled in the big old tub, soaking in hot perfumed water. Kevin had his back against the high backrest with Lucy between his legs, wrapped in his arms.




Nobody Becomes Somebody Ch. 4



"So what’s up with your pretty little pussy m’love? Every time I get close to it you freak out. I’m not complaining, I just wonder."

"I really don’t know. All I know is that when you touch me there, I get dizzy, confused, sometimes even sick to my stomach. It’s just--too much. I’m sorry, does it spoil things for you?"

"I think you know I’d do anything to give you pleasure..."

"Yep! I think you’ve proved that Mr. Freaky. I appreciate it!" she snuggled into his arms, rolled a bit to her side and craned her lovely neck up to get a kiss.

"...ahem, as I was saying, I’d do anything, but there’s so much I can’t do. I feel like I’m just taking and it bothers me a little."

"Kevin--you have no idea how much you’ve done for me. It feels as if I never existed until you came along. I get great pleasure from exploring with you and finding out what you like. For now that’s enough for me. Don’t give it another thought."

"Are you kidding? I don’t think about much else..." here they were interrupted by the faint sound of Lucy’s parents squeaking the bedsprings. They both chuckled, then cuddled, then kissed. 

Lucy then picked up a huge dipper from a bucket of still steaming water they’d left beside the tub. They squirmed in pleasure as the warmth seeped up and down their bodies. 

"You know, a guy could get kinda used to this, Lucy. I think a lot about the fact that we only have like 15 days left together. I don’t want to think about it, but I do."

Lucy felt her stomach drop right out of her body, she’d been avoiding such thoughts. Now it was out in the open and there was no putting it back in its hiding place. She rolled over a little more so she could get her arms around him. Looking up to get another kiss she saw that Kevin’s eyes were red and tears were just beginning to trickle down his strong face.

"Now STOP that!" she demanded. She felt a surge of anger; she didn’t know at what, "Two weeks is a LOT of time, we’ll probably be SICK of each other by then." The words rang hollow, and she knew it.

"You’re so beautiful when you lie," Kevin blinked and got some control back, "but that’s bullshit, admit it." Now Lucy started to mist up and her chin to quiver. "I know there’s no way around it. This year at school is going to be ridiculous for me, and besides were fucking COUSINS! No matter what, there’s no life for us, we couldn’t even rent an apartment together. But, I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you." Tears were coming back.

"Oh Kevin, for god’s sake! You’re a wonderful, handsome, talented guy. You’ll find someone just perfect for you. She’ll be the luckiest girl in the world. And if she ever treats you bad, I’ll beat the snot out of her!"

"No Lucy---I’ve been looking for years now and I’ve never felt a flicker of what I felt for you from the first time I saw you. No matter what happens, I’ll be in love with you for the rest of my life."

Oh shit! ~Lucy’s insides froze. The fun was over now. She didn’t want to deal with this. She’d avoided naming any of the emotions she felt for him, but she couldn’t say she loved him and mean the same thing that he did.

She pressed her face against him, kissed his nipple and tasted the tears now running down his chest. A huge dark wave of pain washed over her, threatening to break her into a million tears. Then suddenly, as if the wave had passed over her, she felt as if she were floating to the surface of the ocean of emotion.

She got up on her knees, grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him with unexpected joy. His arms encircled her and the joy seemed to pass right through their lips. His tears stopped as he basked in the warmth of her. After a while she broke away and looked him in the eyes.

"All right," she said in a firm, no-nonsense tone, "then we’ll have to love each other a whole lifetime in the next two weeks. We can’t waste a second of the time we have together. It’s not as if we’re going to lose each other, not if we take all that we can, while we can. No more tears now! Give me all the love you have, so I can keep it when you go."

She saw a light dawn in his eyes, and a smile come back to his face. He laughed a little laugh of astonishment as the storm clouds in his heart broke up and blew away.

"You know, yer plumb right, pardner." he drawled, then pulled her close for a kiss made from all the passion he felt. His free hand began to run over her body, touching, caressing, squeezing all the parts of her he loved so much. 

She drew her hand down his chest, gently digging her nails in all the way, until she got to her favorite toy. She cupped his balls, softly rubbing and squeezing. She moved up and wrapped her hand around his penis, now spongy and limp, but already starting to swell.

She broke the kiss and stood saying, "C’mon let’s go to bed."

They hurried to dry each other off, then grabbing their clothes from the floor went sneaking into Kevin’s room. All was quiet from upstairs now and Kevin’s room was as far from the folks bed as they could get.

For hours they shared themselves with each other, hoarding every spark of the feelings they had. Kevin came twice more for a total of four times that day. Lucy poured so much essence of pussy onto his bed that by the time she left, the place smelled like a jungle.

It wasn’t long before sunrise that they parted, exhausted. They both slept better than they had in days. They wanted to be up early tomorrow. They had a lot of loving to do. 



Nobody Becomes Somebody Ch. 5



"All right," Lucy had said to Kevin, "then we'll have to love each other a whole lifetime in the next two weeks. We can't waste a second of the time we have together. It's not as if we're going to lose each other, not if we take all that we can, while we can.

"No more tears now! Give me all the love you have, so I can keep it when you go." 

Lucy and Kevin's time was limited, but their sexual energy wasn't. Complete virgins only two weeks ago, the two had embarked on a voyage of discovery which had taken them into uncharted waters.

They now were routinely doing things they had never heard of. In the summer of 1970 nobody openly discussed oral sex, let alone "deep-throating", except some of the wilder kids in the gym locker rooms. Anal sex was something you could be arrested for. Even TALKING about it in public could put you behind bars, where it was a routine practice.

As they counted down the days, they took every opportunity to get and give the most pleasure possible. Sometimes they could get away for a little privacy, down on the little hidden bay where they first went skinny-dipping. There was time for kissing, constant touching, even occasional oral play.

One evening they were cleaning up the kitchen. Lucy was washing the counters and mopping the floor, Kevin doing the dishes. Lucy's parents were in the next room discussing plans for the upcoming Fourth of July. Lucy crept up beside her cousin.

Looking straight into his eyes, she raised her finger to her lips, giving him a silent "ssshhh!" Quickly she pulled his prick, already stiffening, from his battered jeans. She deftly ran her nails under his balls making him shiver, and stiffer. Cupping his soft scrotum in her left hand, with her right she pulled on his shaft. She kissed him to insure his silence while she stroked him.

"Oh, Kevin! Your dad called yesterday--says he and yer mom'll be up next Friday on the third. They'll stay over the weekend and we can all see the fireworks together."

"Great, Uncle Ralph!" His voice just barely trembling from the workout Lucy was giving his cock. He rejoined the kiss, already in progress, one of his hands still holding the pan he had been scrubbing.

In the short time she'd had to explore it, Lucy had learned every nerve in Kevin's cock, her beloved "Fido". She now proved what she could do with that knowledge.

With her soft, subtle touch she masterfully played his organ like a sexual virtuoso. She constantly surprised him with touches and pinches in places and to rhythms he could not predict. He struggled to remain quiet as the level of his excitement increased. In less than two minutes he was on the verge of orgasm, completely under her manual control.

She pulled her face back, maintaining eye contact with him as he approached the edge. With her will, she kept him quiet. Although his breathing deepened, he only shivering with his tension. Then a with a sudden kiss, she touched the exact spot that would set off every nerve in his body. It was a spot she had found early on in their explorations.

She was holding his shaft like a flashlight, and when she knew he was ready she pushed the knuckle of her index finger deep into the tissue at the base of his shaft. She could feel his balls drawn up tight to the underside of her finger, then she made a move exactly like pulling the trigger of a gun. Like a gun firing backwards, he shot a liquid bullet into her waiting palm.

Now he felt as if he were melting. He trembled. He felt rubbery and weak. Lucy smiled sweetly, nastily as she raised her sperm-filled hand and stuck her tongue into the pearly pool, lapping his seed up like a kitten.

His long suppressed moan escaped. She quickly slapped her other hand over his mouth to silence him. He smiled, ran his tongue across her palm, then fluttered it between her fingers.

Now she moaned and Kevin whipped his sudsy hand from the dishpan to cover her mouth. Startled, she clapped her cum-filled hand over his. A jet of semen squirted into the air and landed right on the bridge of her nose.

The two of them exploded into uproarious laughter. Quickly they rinsed off, then reached for towels to clean themselves up, giggling uncontrollably. 

"What's going on in there?"

"Mo-o-om! Kevin put bub-bub-bubbles in my mouth!" Lucy half-wailed, half-giggled in reply.

"Well--SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Rose yelled, then chuckled. Kevin fell to the floor; his legs kicking in the air as he tried to zip up his pants. Everyone was laughing by then, each at different things. 

Every night they got together in "their swing" on the front porch or Kevin's bed, holding and loving each other in every way they could think of, except one

At the beginning of their sexual play, Kevin had left Lucy's vaginal area alone because of social taboos and their mutual fear of pregnancy. Later, Lucy found that any time Kevin played too long near her pussy, she found herself overwhelmed with feelings that she couldn't deal with. Strong turbulent emotions raised a clamor in her mind. The intensity of thought and sensation was such that she became dizzy and nauseated and had to make him stop. 

When he touched her anal area, it was a different story. Although she was disgusted by the thought, the feeling was so pleasurable, that she had convinced Kevin to pump her with his fingers for as long as she could stand it. She soon learned to "stand it" for longer than Kevin could. His fingers would get some sexual variation of "writer's cramp". 

It was June 25 the next time they got the cabin to themselves. Lucy's folks headed out before noon across the lake to shop. The two quickly undressed; they loved to see each other nude and let their skin press together. The night before had been long and strenuous, so they settled on the swing in the screened front porch, invisible to the rest of the lake residents.

Kevin and Lucy talked for a while about school and the future, but soon the topic turned to their favorite subject--sex. They had, from the start, been totally frank and comfortable discussing what they knew of techniques and general information, but unfortunately neither knew a lot. Together they had tried almost everything they knew about, and had now begun to experiment. Mad scientists of sex using their own bodies as laboratories. They had become used to what anyone else might call seriously deviant behavior and they were still looking for new borders to cross.

In this spirit, Kevin looked Lucy straight in the eyes, saying seriously, "We gotta try something--something kinda weird, but I think we hafta try it."

"Something weird, huh? What's left?"

"Well, look at the way you're holding my hand, right now." Unconsciously she'd been clasping together the index, middle and ring fingers of his right hand. "You know what fingers those are."

"Yeah," she grinned sheepishly, looking up at him; "those are the fingers you stick up my ass."

"You've been doing that a lot, holding those fingers. You like it when I put them in you, don't you." He spoke that as a statement, not a question.

"Yeah, I don't know why, but I like it."

"What does it feel like in your hand right now?"

"It feels like your dick, that's what you're gettin'to isn't it?"

"Eeeyup--I never heard of anybody doing such a thing, but I bet it would work. You wanta try it?" His hopeful expression completely open and innocent, despite the subject he was proposing.

"You want me--to let you--put your cock in my ass."

Kevin's forehead wrinkled as he made a face like a disappointed puppy. He silently nodded.

"Hell yes! Let's go." Lucy laughed, grabbing his hand and yanking him up from the swing.

In her bedroom, Kevin kissed her, pulled away and disappeared for a moment. He came back from the kitchen with the butter tray. Lucy looked at him skeptically.

"Hand lotion dries out; this'll stay slippery."

"You've been planning this for a while haven't you?" She gave him a sly grin.

"I been thinking how it might work, yeah." Putting the butter within reach, he grabbed her in a hug and fell backwards on the bed. She straddled him, her pussy lips already starting to swell. She rubbed up and down the length of his cock. It swelled and soon became hard. As his erection grew Lucy felt her pussy growing moist, warm and that dizzy overload feeling came over her again. She pressed her whole body against him, then she slid down to kneel between his legs.

For two days she hadn't had his cock in her mouth; she had missed it. Licking and gently biting she worked him to a completely rigid state. She rocked way up on her knees, gently worked his balls with one hand, and then drove his shaft into her throat like a sword into a scabbard. Kevin's breathe puffed out of his, lungs then he inhaled with a hiss.

There was no pause even as he passed the back of her throat, just a momentary catch as she stopped breathing. As she withdrew, the tip of her tongue raked along the bottom of his shaft. She pulled it into a hook like a beckoning finger signaling "come here, come here". Kevin was now whimpering from the pleasure he was feeling. 

Kevin reached down, picked her up by her chest and hips and turned her around 180º. As she went back to his cock, he pulled her crack down onto his face. His hands slid up her ribs, grasping and squeezing her soft breasts. His tongue broad and flat he brushed and tapped her labia gently, savoring her taste. 

Lucy soon made a noise indicating her discomfort, so he moved up to her pucker. Licking around it and poking, even kissing and sucking, he could feel the reaction he was causing as her cock-sucking became wilder, verging on frenzy.

He rubbed his fingers against her pussy which was now soaked, moved the middle one up to her asshole and slowly pushed it in. He followed the rhythm of her sucking, moving his finger in and out, soon adding another. He left both fingers in deep and began to spread them apart, twisting slightly, spreading again and again. Soon her mouth was bring him close to the edge of orgasm. 

"Oh--Okay wait; wait now" he pulled her off like a blanket on a too-hot night. She was flushed, half-blinded by passion, eyes out of focus. He wasn't in any better shape, but he had a mission. He pulled her in for a steaming kiss, then pushed her face first into the pillow. Grabbing her hips, pulling her beautiful ass into the air, he reached for the butter.

Pinching up about a tablespoon he spread it on his hard cock. The salt in the butter stung as it hit all the little scratches Lucy had left with her teeth. Gently with his thumb smoothed it on, then into her now opening asshole. He worked his fingers slowly into the space, which opened ever more. Lucy began to pant and moan, wondering what she'd gotten herself into.

As his fingers worked into her she felt excitement and fear both building. She heard him move behind her and tension gripped her. She wanted to cry and make him stop; she wanted to push back and make him hurry.

The head touched her. It pushed. Too big, too big, this can't work. Don't do it. He backed off, moved the head around and around, Oooh nice--so smooth, slippery, More. Pushing again, slow, I want it--aah too BIG gotta pull myself open. Now he was pulling back and pushing, a rhythm, then he stopped and went around--around. Then by accident,  I'm pushing against it--it's going IN!

"Oow! Oh! Ssslow!"

"Should I..?"

"NO! Go on! PUSH, but slow--push it"

In and out, in deeper, and out---all thought stopped.

Only feelings now. Skin too tight. Full--Whole body feeling FULL. It's rubbing, the skin pulling and pushing. Warm and smooth and slippery and touching. Now pumping deeper --deeper until it's all inside, out and in --faster! Thighs against thighs slapping - smacking together. Balls bumping pussy lips--tightness and squeezing and bouncing and FULL! 

They were focused now, synchronized. A smooth mechanical process, a dance, a feeling like waves. The strokes became longer, increasing in speed. Friction creating a heat that flowed through them both. They made sounds, but never heard them. The feelings expanded until they were too large to feel. Then all too soon, Kevin began to feel the unstoppable rush of his approaching climax.

It started for him at the back of his thighs. There was a tingle like electricity which grew from his hips to his knees. The rhythm of his pumping became uncontrollable as his muscles started shivering. His pelvis kept moving, his erection still plunging in and pulling out. His spine arched, throwing his head back and he felt something open deep inside. Hot semen felt like a torrent as it left his cock in jet after jet. He clutched Lucy's hips to keep from collapsing. He felt as if he had turned into a molten stream and was pouring deep into Lucy. 

Lucy was in a place where she hardly knew what was happening. Her arms were wrapped around the pillow, her head turned to the side, her eyes open, yet she wasn't really seeing anything. Her mouth was open and her breath flowed in and out to the beat of the pumping. She could only feel. She was a throbbing ball of light, expanding and contracting to the rhythm of Kevin's cock. There was no sight or sound, no memory or person left in her mind. There was only the huge, good light. She was that light and she loved it. At some point it was over, and one piece at a time her world came together again 

Sometime later they lay side by side, shivering, uncoupled, like survivors of a shipwreck awakening on a beach. They entwined, clutching each other. Lucy cried for a bit, quietly sobbing, not from sadness or pain, but from a sense that she was no longer in the world she'd started out in.

Kevin, spent, pulled a sheet over them and they slept in each other's arms.

A couple of hours later Kevin awakened, moaning. Lucy snuggled close for a moment and covered his face with kisses. He couldn't open his eyes, but he started to smile. Suddenly something warm and dripping wet smacked him in the face.

"There you bastard, it's a washrag! Clean yourself up! Hurry, I wanta change the sheets."

As he reached for the rag, he could feel that his hand was still covered with butter and the essence of pussy and ass. He washed off his face first, peeking at Lucy and seeing a stern, slightly aggravated face. Fear and a little remorse touched him as he began to think over what he'd just done to her. 

He felt as if he'd destroyed the best thing that had ever happened to him. It caused a roiling nausea to churn his guts. He sat up to clean off his penis, and saw that the sheets were a terrible mess. With a look of pain and sorrow he opened his mouth--

"It's a good thing it's bath night. You're a MESS!" Lucy laughed and pushed him down on his back, crawled on top of him and kissed and hugged him.

"Oh GOD, Lucy you scared me! I was afraid I'd hurt you..."

"You DID dummy! I guess you never had a dick pushed up your ass! It HURTS--for a minute--" slowly smiling, lowering her eyes, "then it's----it gets better."

"Jeez! You're still scaring me!"

"Yeah? GOOD! How do you think I feel?"

"What? --What do you mean?"

"I LIKED it! God dammit, I LOVED it! Think about that for a while! Ain't THAT scary?"

His mind whirling, trying to make sense of what he was hearing. He shook his head in confusion.

"Okay look--I like getting FUCKED! In the ASS!" She burst into tears, "what kinda freak does that make me? Who can I tell about this? If I had a close girlfriend, what could I say to her? This ain't like having the football captain kiss you behind the bleachers.

"After you go, if I find a boyfriend, what do I tell him when were going through our Likes and Dislikes? Oh--by the way I love getting fucked in the ass and I like coffee, but not tea. Besides, be-be-besides you, who in the WORLD would even DO something like that?"

Sobbing softly in his arms, Kevin held her close and began to realize what she meant. A cold, lonely feeling crept over him and he felt guilty. He was sorry for making her feel that way, but there was no taking it back. Soon he realized that she'd stopped crying. She was moving, reaching for the wash cloth. She was washing his cock off.

"What are you doing?"

"C'mon Fido, let's get you cleaned up pretty baby." Looking up she asked, "Can you do it again? Slower this time-- c'mon--who knows when I'll ever get the chance again?"

"You're kidding right? You're making fun of me. Look, I'm..."

"Kidding?! Not a chance. If I'm gonna be a mutant freak, make me a happy mutant freak. Does this look like the face of someone who's kidding?" She gave him a smile, then plunged his cock into her mouth.

He shouted out the pain and the pleasure. He laughed and groaned and in a minute he was hard as a marble statue. They did take it slower, savoring all the feelings. He learned he could push back on her legs and take her face to face. When he came the second time they were both getting very sore.

When he pulled his penis free, he watched his come running out of the space he'd just left. To his horror, he saw that her ass was still a gaping cavern.

"Lucy! Are you all right? Oh Christ I think I broke you! Your--your poor sweet ass..."

"Relax!" Laughing and pulling him into her arms, "I noticed that before. I didn't fall asleep as quick as you and I couldn't help noticing that the wind was whistling around inside me. I was kinda worried too, but it closes up pretty soon."

"So you were awake after I passed out--I spoze you had a lot to think about." He hung his head a little in shame.

"Yeah--that's true. Don't look so sad. It's weird, but I wanted to try this as much as you. If I weren't so sore and hungry I'd want to try it again. I don't know--it does something for me. It feels like I want to...HEY! WAIT A MINUTE! I know that look! You stopped listening to me when I said 'hungry' didn't you?"

"What are you? A mind reader? Yeah, I'm STARVED!"

"Me too! I'll race you to the kitchen. HEY! Don't forget the butter!"

They didn't race at all. They both hobbled like senior citizens. Moaning and laughing at the aches and pains they discovered. They cooked up nearly everything they could find. They indulged in an eating orgy until they had to stop.

Then as they cleaned up some of the mess they had made, they kept "oopsing" into each other. They always said, "sorry", but they weren't. By the time the dishes were half done, their hands became uncooperative. Patting and stroking became hugging and deep kisses.

"You know my sheets are still dirty, and so is my mind"

"I'm so glad you said that! I don't know what I have left to give, but I think Fido has a trick he wants to show you."

"Oh goody. C'mon puppy! Let's go play!" She grabbed him by the cock and dragged him away.

They played like porcupines, "Very Carefully". Both of them still quite sore, but they were determined to satisfy their new-found appetite again. Kevin loved the feeling of being surrounded completely by Lucy's tightness. He found the pushing and penetrating fed a primal urge he had known nothing about before.

Lucy found that the pain from the pounding, rubbing and stretching she had received that day actually fueled a more enveloping, more fulfilling experience than before. Her mind retreated to a slow motion, sticky feeling. It was like being in space, floating with no direction pointing up. There was only the slow beat in and out. Filling and emptying.

Her body seemed to melt away, arms and legs no longer defined as shapes in her mind. It was like being a beating heart, with a hot, smooth flow passing though her in waves.

Eventually Kevin came again, and she could feel the jets of semen inside her. She felt the fluid flow out and drip onto her thighs as his penis softened and slipped out of her. For a long time after the act was over, the feeling of being far away remained. She became aware that Kevin had pulled her close against himself. She could feel the hair on his chest softly rubbing between her shoulder blades. His breath was slow and warm on her neck and she soon joined him in slumber.




Nobody Becomes Somebody Ch. 5



When she awoke, she realized that it was nearly dark outside. Off in the distance she heard the familiar whine of the boat's motor signaling that her parents were almost home.

She leaped to her feet scrambling to find clothes in the darkness, yelling to wake Kevin. In a T-shirt and shorts, with no underwear she ran barefoot out to the dock. Just as the boat reached the mooring she slowed and approached her parents, rubbing her messy hair and yawning.

"Wow, did I sleep! I heard the boat and it woke me up."

Her mother laughed, "I know how you feel. I fell asleep in the car on the way from town. It was quite a scorcher today."

Lucy now realized how much she ached all over, and the crotch of her short cut off jeans was riding up the crack of her ass, making her really uncomfortable. She heard the screen door slam from the cabin and Kevin's footsteps running down to the dock.

"Did you FALL ASLEEP too? Wow, so did I! That HEAT really knocks you OUT doesn't it?"

"Oh--Yeah! Me too! That book I was reading put me right to SLEEP!" Kevin yawned convincingly and, like Lucy, tousled his own hair. "Oh yeah, after supper I really conked out all right."

"What did you have for supper?"

"SALAD!" Lucy yelped as Kevin hollered, "EGGS!"

"YEAH! Ha ha--I had eggs and he had--I mean, I HAD eggs--HE HAD EGGS! and I had SALAD!"

Rose looked at them quizzically. They picked up the things from the boat and split up to put them away.

"Phew! Lucy! You STINK! You really need a bath!"

Lucy barked with loud laughter for a second, Kevin began coughing and wheezing with his own stifled laughter.

"Yeah, Mom! I know. Good thing it's bath night!"

Later they filled the tub with more than double the usual amount of hot water, so it steamed and rose to their armpits as they gingerly nested their battered bodies together. They just sat and soaked Kevin against the high backrest, Lucy using him as a backrest.

They touched each other from time to time, sending little love notes to each other by skin telegraph, but spoke not a word. Finally, when the water cooled so much it was not helping any more, they got out. They both moaned quietly and laughed. 

They dried themselves off separately, kissed and split up in the living room. Lucy groaned when she realized that she never had changed the sheets, but flopped down on them and fell asleep almost instantly.

The next morning Lucy and her mom went into town to clean the house so that Kevin's parents could stay there over the weekend of the Fourth of July. They stayed overnight, and Lucy found herself very frustrated as her time with Kevin was wasted away. Much to her horror on Saturday afternoon she heard her mother on the phone with her father, discussing how it would be better for the women to stay at the house until Sunday since the men were coming in to stay over until Monday night.

Lucy paced the house like a caged animal, now realizing how much she had been taking for granted that Kevin would always be right where she could get her hands on him, and her lips, and...

By the time Kevin got to town Lucy was absolutely ravenous for some attention. She practically dragged him into the kitchen while her parents settled in front of the TV. The two teens fell into a crushing embrace, feasting on each other's mouths, their hands swiftly digging beneath their light summer clothes.

Lucy slipped a hand into Kevin's shorts as he clasped her breasts through her T-shirt. After a short minute they heard Rose call from the other room.

"Lucy, could you bring your father a beer? Is supper just about ready?"

"Okay, Mom! The potatoes should bake another 10 minutes. I'll get this oaf to set the table while I make a salad."

She popped open a beer from the fridge, grabbed a glass, and breathlessly kissed her cousin on her way into the living room. Supper seemed endless, but finally Lucy and Kevin left the house to ride around town in her father's car.

They stopped at the local root beer stand trying to think of a place to be alone. A few girls Lucy knew drifted over to say hello and ogle Kevin. He was polite, but made a big show of his devotion to Lucy, the fact that they were cousins just never came up. After the girls had retreated enviously, the two got back in the car.

"Those girls would never have come over to talk to me if you hadn't been there. Thanks for making them so jealous." She grinned and snuggled up to him.

"Let's do something that'd make'em really jealous! Is there a 'Lover's Lane' kinda place in this town?"

"Hey! Yeah! I never been there before, but everyone knows where it is! Turn left up there and head up the hill."

In a short time they were on a rustic dirt road. The sun was setting and they passed two cars pulled into little clearings that dotted the sides of the road. They pulled off onto a little cliff that overlooked a pond. Lucy had pulled a can of insect repellant out from the glove compartment. She sprayed around the windows and vents then hit their ankles and the backs of their necks.

"You'll appreciate it later for sure."

Sneezing, Kevin choked, "I know, don't forget that I spend a lotta time in the swamps. You done now?"

By the time she had nodded once his lips were on her mouth. From there they traveled to her jaw and down her neck. As he pulled up her shirt to pinch her nipples, she unsnapped his jeans and slid her hand down into his jockey shorts.

Little Fido was "sitting up" like a good doggy and with a few strokes he began to solidify. Much as she loved the attention she was getting, she pushed him back, bending down as she pulled his cock out to where she could reach it.

Moments later he was in her mouth. They were both very happy about it. They moaned simultaneously as she pushed him deep into her mouth. Her moan cut off with a gulping sound as he passed the back of her throat. She went into her now familiar pattern of pistoning him in and out, then pushing down all the way to fuck her throat for as long as she could before having to breathe.

In a few minutes, Kevin pulled her away. They grunted and strained for a few moments but very efficiently repositioned themselves so that Lucy's shorts were down past her knees, Kevin's jeans down to his thighs, Lucy was on top with Kevin buried between her legs, his tongue in her ass.

They didn't last long, but before he came Kevin had soaked two fingers in Lucy's juices and put them just where she wanted them to be. For the first time Lucy swallowed Kevin's cum. She'd been wanting to for some time, but now this had the added advantage of saving the fabric seat covers from becoming a sticky mess. She knew the flavor well, but it took an extra push to let it go down her throat. As she gulped she felt Kevin shiver and the extra flutter his tongue made within the rim of her anus.

"Oh, God Lucy! How do you DO that?" He grunted from between her thighs.

"Very well, and with delight!" She pushed her ass up against his nose and giggled as he lashed his tongue back and forth across her bottom, shaking his head like a wet dog.

They stopped at a little diner on their way home, partly because they were starving, partly to use the rest rooms to get straightened up before facing Lucy's folks. Some of the kids Lucy went to school with were there, including one of the girls who had been at the root beer stand.

She gave Lucy a sly and friendly wink as she waltzed past their booth. "Looks like we're gonna hafta start calling you Lucky Lucy from now on." She flashed Kevin a bright smile and walked away to sit with people she'd come in with.

"Gee, Kev. That was cool! That's Corinne Wilmer, she's pretty nice, but she never really talked to me before. You're good for my image."

"Hey, I bet you've always been cool. You just didn't know it. Have a little faith in yourself and other people will notice you more."

At that moment, Lucy felt a change in herself which was to last for the rest of her life. From that day on she began to spread her wings. She had shed her cocoon.

The rest of the week was total chaos. Lucy was caught up in her mother's cleaning frenzy. Her Dad took Kevin back to the cabin on Tuesday. On Thursday Lucy and Rose went out to the cabin, Ralph came into town. He would stay with Kevin's folks on Friday in the house because there wasn't room for everybody to stay there comfortably.

On Thursday, when Lucy and Kevin were finally together again they were desperate to be alone, but it wasn't a normal shopping day. They were stuck with Rose who tried to keep them busy and "entertained". After supper Lucy produced a special surprise. She had made a chocolate cake, but instead of frosting it she made a great show of topping it with canned cherries and brandy in a sort of cross between Cherries Jubilee, chocolate covered cherries and chocolate cake.

It was spectacular and delicious. After applying the flaming brandy from a snifter, Lucy slyly set the snifter next to her mother and asked if she'd like to have a little with dessert. Amidst the oohing and ahhing, in the excitement, Rose said she would.

She had what amounted to a double shot mixed with water. After dessert Lucy hit her once again before putting the bottle away. Rose, a virtual teetotaler, was quite elevated by the time she finished the brandy, which had been a Christmas present years ago and had mellowed to a seductive but potent smoothness. She really never knew what hit her.

Hit her it did, and before long Rose began to yawn and headed off to bed. As she left, bumping sleepily up the steps, Kevin grabbed Lucy in a congratulatory hug and would have whispered praises to her, but his mouth was suddenly otherwise employed.

They quickly moved to Kevin's room and within moments were naked on his bed. After they had gotten reacquainted, just as Lucy was moving her head toward Kevin's cock, she saw him pull open the drawer of his nightstand. He pulled out a tub of petroleum jelly, the sight of which made Lucy tilt her head and grin.

"Found it in the bathroom at your house. There was dust on it. I don't think it will be missed." His whisper was answered by a quiet giggle.

Lucy sucked him until he was stiff, turned and let him kiss and probe her ass which had missed his attention. After he had kissed and poked his tongue into every crevice in her anal area, he scooped up some of the jelly and pushed it inside her with his fingers. She felt her senses begin to change. They focused on a different level. Her body seemed farther away from her mind and blurred in a way, but her feelings were up front and clearly defined.

As he slipped away from underneath her she lowered her head to rest on her forearms. Her butt was still in the air as Kevin lubricating his erection crawled up behind her. He stayed still with the head of his cock pressed into her ring of anal muscles, then waited for her to push herself back to enclose him.

It worked wonderfully. She felt in complete control as she pressed up against his cock head and pushed her muscles open. She could choose how fast or slow to let him in, she could decide how deep to go, and when to pull away.

She whispered, "thank you, this is perfect." As she pushed back again and again, deeper and deeper, until she could feel his balls against her labia. As she lifted up onto her hands, she rocked back and forth to feel his whole length fill her then pulled away until just the tip of his head was still inside. Kevin stayed rock steady enjoying the action as much as she did.

She looked back over her shoulder, smiled and gave him a nod. He understood and began to control the pushing and pulling with long slow strokes. Every now and then he would add a little to the lubrication, either from the jar of jelly or from her own juices which were beginning to flow quite freely from her pussy.

They played with various rhythms, they wiggled back and forth to let different parts touch. They stopped, then started again. For Lucy the warm, glow she had felt before returned. It opened and expanded into that "out of this world" feeling which made her feel as if she were melting.

Time disappeared until Kevin began to feel his climax coming. He held it off again and again, not wanting to let go of the feeling they were creating, but soon his body's cry for release was too much. Even though he fought it he began to speed up, moaning as his long denied orgasm approached. They finally found themselves shuddering in the grip of the final thrust. Though they wanted to scream the kept the energy inside and let out only grunting, whimpering sounds which could not be held in. 

An explosion of pleasure filled them as his seed spurted into her with a heat they both could feel. Twitching and jerking with the aftershocks of the moment of complete passion, Kevin bent over Lucy and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He pulled her upright, held her close, kissing her neck, kneading her breasts, smearing her with his hand still covered with the grease and wetness from their union.

As he softened he stayed inside her, pulling her down so that they lay side by side in his bed. Lucy pulled a sheet over them and before long they were blissfully asleep.

Lucy awoke with a start to the sound of pots clanging in the kitchen. Kevin snored quietly near her ear. Panic-stricken, she scrambled from the bed and got dressed. She opened the door a crack and when her mother's back was turned, she made her move.

As the door opened it clunked against one of Kevin's shoes and Lucy felt the bottom of her stomach drop away as if it would never come back. She moved resolutely to her room, but not before she caught a glimpse of her mother's shocked expression. 

She put on some clean clothes, then she stopped for a moment in the tub room to wash up and brush her teeth. She felt nauseated, and could barely look at herself in the mirror. Her fears notwithstanding she met her mother in the kitchen and began to help with the preparation of ham, eggs and toast.

Rose smiled a bit wanly, but allowed Lucy to join in the cooking. They spoke only about the tasks at hand. As the smell of coffee and food drifted into his room, Kevin got up. He greeted the women, a little bleary eyed, as he headed to the outhouse in the back, not suspecting the tension he had just passed through.

"Uhhh--Lucy? Did I see you coming out of Kevin's room this morning?" Rose opted to home right in on the subject.

"Yeah, Mom--we got to talking and reading last night and I guess we just fell asleep." Her lack of experience in lying making the words drop like lead weights to the floor.

"Well you ought to talk in the living room or out on the porch."

"We didn't want to wake you up. Kevin's room isn't right underneath you. Sorry." Lucy figured that she had nothing to lose by digging herself in deeper. Maybe she could dig herself all the way to China and escape.

Rose gave Lucy a suspicious look, but quickly relented and smiled a bit sternly saying, "Well, just don't let it happen again."

"Okay, Mom. I won't." Kevin came in the back door at that moment, so she continued quickly with, "Kevin! How could you let me fall asleep on your bed like that? Mom saw me coming out of your room this morning, and who knows what she must have thought?

"The last thing I remember we were talking about that Kurt Vonnegut book."

To his credit, Kevin made the story much more believable by blushing a bright red and stammering, "You slept there all night? Sheesh, I didn't know! Are we gonna get grounded or anything?"

Rose now laughed, and the atmosphere cleared considerably. For the rest of the day, she did tend to eye the two a little strangely. By suppertime that night everything seemed to have been forgotten.

Lucy couldn't pull the brandy trick on her mother two nights in a row, so they sat around playing cards until Rose finally got sleepy and went to bed.

As she started up the steps from the kitchen she eyed them a little sternly, "You two be good, now."

The two agreed, sheepishly, but knowing that this was their last night together, they didn't go so far as to actually promise anything. They went out to the porch swing, there to slowly savor each other.

They spoke barely a word for hours, letting all communication be purely skin to skin. Lucy fellated Kevin with superb grace, again consuming every drop of his seed. They went into a 69 position and prepared to concentrate on Lucy's need.

This time she had Kevin sit up, then she straddled him, taking total control of the act. Kevin held his erection for a long, long time as Lucy rode him, facing away, then facing toward him. They had learned so much in such a short time.

Finally they finished with something of an anticlimax. It was sweet, but too sad to really enjoy. The night had cooled enough that they were forced to put on their shirts. As they cuddled and caressed, they suddenly heard the squeak of the upstairs door opening. They scrambled to pull on their pants, making enough noise that Rose poked her head into the living room and called out, "Kids?"

They stumbled into the living room, looking guilty as hell. Rose pursed her lips slightly, then headed to the outhouse without a word. Lucy and Kevin kissed and went to their rooms. On her way back to bed, Rose knocked on Lucy's door and stuck her head in for a moment, still without a word.

The Fourth was a madhouse; the two never got a moment alone. They watched the fireworks, both thinking that they couldn't compare with the fireworks that had happened between the two of them.

The next morning, Kevin's folks wanted to get an early start, so it was just after daybreak that Kevin came up behind Lucy in the kitchen.

"Lucy--I'm going to love you every day, for the rest of my life."

She turned to hug him, kiss him, tears flowing freely. Kevin was weeping too, but it wasn't long before his dad began to call for him to hurry. He wanted to leave right now.

"I'll write to you!" He trailed his fingers along her arms, sadly smiling as he stepped backwards out of the kitchen and out of her life.

She composed herself enough to go to the door and wave as the car moved out of sight. Rose came up beside her.

"So, you two got pretty close. And here I was afraid you'd kill each other." She laughed gently, but it sounded sad.

Lucy grabbed her mother and held her tight. She sobbed for only a few seconds, then regained control.

She looked her mother straight in the eyes and said, with a trace of bitterness, "Don't worry Mom, I'm still a virgin!" The irony of the statement stung her to the core.

"Lucy--I love you. It really doesn't matter. I found that out last night. I trust you. You're a good girl." She kissed her daughter gently.

"Hell, Mom--I'm the BEST!" She thought. Then she ran to her room and cried for a month.

When she came back out, she was a different person. She no longer thought of herself as "Nobody". She was "Somebody" now, and she knew it. She was going to prove it.