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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Anne_the_Runaway_Girl/Kujo_Jotaro
  Character:
      Anne_the_Runaway_Girl, Kujo_Jotaro
  Additional Tags:
      Lemon, Underage_Sex, Lolicon, Loss_of_Virginity, Sweet, First_Time_Blow
      Jobs, Innocence
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-01 Words: 4697
****** Can You Keep A Secret? ******
by PencilShrub
Summary
     Jotaro is so cool...
Notes
     We all ship Jotaro and Anne. I just shipped them really hard... I
     wrote her as a 13 year old and he's 17 right? Underage warning.
     Also I apologise for OOC Jotaro. I tried :/
     Thanks Chiggy ;)
See the end of the work for more notes
Following these tough guys around had proved worthwhile really. Okay so maybe
she'd faced near death a few too many times since meeting them. But they were
pretty neat. Especially Jotaro.
Anne sighed.
Jotaro was something else. She'd never met anyone like him before. He was so
cool! Not to mention easy on the eye.
Eurgh. Speaking of cool... She sat back on the bed and leaned on her elbows,
shrugging her overalls off till she was left in her pink shirt and knickers.
Singapore was sweltering. And for a top end hotel it was pretty hot in here.
Now where was she? Oh yeah... Jotaro...
She sat up once more as she heard a firm knock at the door.
"Who is it?" She asked a little grumpily, partly from being broken from her
musing and partly because she suspected it was that jerk Polnareff coming to
check up on her.
"It's me."
Her heart skipped a beat. That wasn't Polnareff!
"Jotaro!" She couldn't help running to the door and pulling it open, realising
only after having done so that she was kind of half naked. She blushed heavily.
And pulled her shirt down.
"How's your room?" He didn't seem to notice her embarrassment as he walked past
her, grabbing the door and closing it behind himself, his mind being elsewhere.
Anne craned her neck as she realised he was holding something behind his back.
"Uh good. What's in your hand, Jojo?"
Jotaro smiled at her question. "Oh. I bought you this." From behind his back he
produced a long cylindrical icy pole still wrapped in bright blue plastic.
She beamed. "Oh Jotaro thank you!" Happily Anne snatched the icy pole away and
began unwrapping it. "It's so hot in here..." She tossed the wrapper aside and
carelessly flopped back on the bed placing the cold treat eagerly in her mouth.
Jotaro couldn't help admiring her innocence.
Intent on sucking she didn't notice as Jotaro slid his coat off and after
slipping his hands into his pockets, sat beside her.
He watched her intently for a moment as her small pink tongue slid against the
ice making light slurping noises and the cold of it made her lips swell and
deepen in shade.
"Hey..." Jotaro stopped her and she looked at him expectantly as he slipped the
icy pole out of her grasp. "Can you do this?" opening his mouth, he slid the
pole almost entirely down his throat, his lips just managing to close over the
ends around where his fingers held the stick. Looking over at Anne
challengingly, she blushed anew at the thought of his saliva mixing with hers
on the snack.
With a wet pop he slid the icy pole out and handed it back to her, glistening
and wet from his mouth. Her heart skipped again as her slender fingers brushed
his, taking the stick from his large hands.
With Jotaro's eyes watching her curiously, Anne gave him a smug look before
shoving the icy pole quickly into her mouth. Unfortunately, she underestimated
the length after seeing Jotaro manage it so easily and it was only just over
halfway consumed when she realised that this would be no small feat. Un
deterred, (she intended to impress Jotaro) she closed her eyes and focused very
hard as she pressed the icy pole further into her mouth despite it freezing the
back of her throat. The heat of her tongue proved to be to her advantage as she
pressed, for it quickly melted the tip, and with great strain she pushed her
lips as close to the edge of the icy pole as possible.
She murmured a "ha!" Around the icy pole and wiggled her eyebrows and was about
to continue her boasting after removing the obstacle from her jaw when it
suddenly snapped three quarters of the way down and fell on the bed.
Frowning she tried to pick the pieces up but Jotaro, laughing, stopped her and
proceeded to toss the pieces into the bin. "Don't worry about it. That was just
the warm up anyway..."
Anne raised an eyebrow at this and stared at him in wonder. "Warm up?"
He sat down beside her again. "Yeah. I was wondering if I could ask you a
favour..."
Her eyes lit up. "Of course Jojo! You know I'd do anything for you!"
Jotaro smiled at her naïveté and tried to look serious. "You can't tell anyone
though."
She shook her head solemnly. "No way."
He smirked. "Alright. I believe you. Do you reckon you could fit something else
in your mouth?"
She blinked vacantly, not comprehending how this skill might be useful to him.
"I can try. What is it?" She scanned him briefly, looking for where he might
have something else which she could consume.
"I'll show you." He said quietly. With one final half smile in her direction,
Jotaro's hands moved down to the first of his belts and began unbuckling. Her
eyes followed the movements of his dirty and blunt fingernails with a sickening
curiosity.
Once the second belt was undone, he opened the front of his pants and Anne felt
herself blush as she realised the definite lump in his groin region.
With a fluttering of eyelashes she couldn't help glancing away as he shifted
his pants off his hips and pushed them down to the floor, not taking a moment
to hesitate about similarly removing his underwear.
Anne involuntarily moved back from him as her eyes clasped onto his impressive
member which he quickly stroked to full capacity.
"What do you think? Can you do it?"
She met his eyes hesitantly when he spoke and it took her another moment to
look again at the thing he expected her to envelop in her mouth. It looked
frightening in all honesty. Jotaro still held it in his hand and she noted that
it twitched slightly as he moved his fingertip along it.
Licking her lips nervously, Anne must have looked unsure.
"It's okay if you don't think you can handle it." Jotaro said nonchalantly,
knowing just how to make her comply.
"I-I never said that!" She blushed furiously and sat up on her knees, one hand
moving closer to his thigh, her eyes carefully inspecting the strange anatomy
between his legs. "What... What does it taste like?"
It twitched again when she spoke and Jotaro pulled a funny face. "Why not try
it and see for yourself? There's no commitment to trying."
He seemed awfully reassuring. And her curiosity as well as her eagerness to
please Jotaro was very quickly winning out against her hesitance. She gave him
a slight nod before leaning forward, trying not to focus too much on the red
bulging tip or the dark mass of hair which all in all was just a little too
confronting. As it became evident that she was a willing participant, Jotaro
extended his broad fingertips and eased back his foreskin fully.
Perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing having fan girls...
Swallowing dryly she flicked her tongue over the head and withdrew it
thoughtfully. Nothing special but it wasn't awful either. Feeling more
adventurous she placed her mouth fully over the head and gave it a suck.
Jotaro had to use his arms to keep himself upright. Not a bad thing at all.
She looked up and beamed as she noted a contented sound from Jotaro. Well. If
it made him happy...
Without needing to be asked again she placed her mouth over the tip and ran her
tongue down the bottom, slicking it up in her saliva. She guessed if the icy
pole was a warm up, she ought to apply similar principles.
Grasping his shaft with her tiny hands (not too near to the base, his hair was
was still kind of freaking her out) she began trying to consume as much of him
as possible. The tip very quickly hit the back of her throat, but this was
different to the icy pole, in more ways than one. Firstly, it wasn't quite as
stiff as a Popsicle stick so there was room for flexibility. Second, she had to
make sure not to dig her teeth in, something she figured on pretty quickly
while trying to manoeuvre the thing in her already full mouth. And third, it
was by no means cold.
Bobbing up and down, working more and more saliva into a coating on his member
so that it would slide further in her tiny mouth, Anne discovered that her
efforts were evidently quite rewarding to her crush who was uttering choked
moans. After a while, he even slid his left hand down her back and let his
right massage gently at her scalp.
"Am I doing good?" She asked breathlessly, pulling away for a moment. Her heart
skipped a beat as she saw the dazed look on Jotaro's face and all he managed
was a smile and nod. She didn't need to be asked then to get back into it,
wanting to work all the harder if it meant Jotaro was enjoying himself. After
all, he had saved her life, she owed him this much.
Suddenly she felt his shaft swell and tighten a little more than usual around
her tongue and before she knew it a blast of sticky salty gooey stuff was
filling her mouth.
Anne pulled away with a look of absolute disgust, spitting the goop into her
hand. She would've scolded Jotaro if it weren't for the blissful look on his
face. He leaned back against the bed fully and sighed contentedly. Wiping her
mouth on the back of her sleeve Anne noted with interest that he was still
erect. Wanting to please him, she reasoned that she may as well continue and so
she indulgently licked at his length and enjoyed the small groans that he
elicited.
He seemed really pleased. Maybe this meant that he would love her?
She started feeling blissful herself and the warm pulsating in her mouth seemed
to charge every fibre in her body. Letting go of her inhibitions she ran her
hands along Jotaro's thighs and fingered his curls, even going so far as to
stroke at his balls. Absentmindedly she wondered exactly why it was that boys
had all this extra stuff and why it was all so weird and strangely fascinating
when she suddenly registered a warm shooting in her own groin which she'd never
felt before, it was slightly uncomfortable and.... Her face flushed all the
more as she had a horrifying realisation that her underwear was inexplicably
wet.
Sitting up utterly mortified, her hands shot between her legs and she grasped
her underwear thinking she must have wet herself, and at a time like this! What
would Jotaro think of her?
"Anne? What is it?" Jotaro still felt lazy but he had heard her horrified gasp
and he couldn't deny having genuine concern for the kid.
She breathed deeply. She couldn't have wet herself. Her underwear would be
soaked if she had. No, this was something else.
"Anne?" Jotaro sat up fully and glanced down at her hands, still cupping her
groin. "Are you alright?"
She shook her head and looked away bashfully. "I... I feel funny."
He smiled crookedly at her statement and deliberated his words. "Down there?"
He felt his own stomach tighten a little at the thought and his eyes were drawn
again to her small hands which she had pressed between her thighs.
She wasn't sure that it was possible, but she felt herself blush further as she
nodded in affirmation.
He knew that he had probably already pushed his luck a little far but he
couldn't help himself. "Can I see?"
He fully expected her to say no. She had every right to.
Her heart throbbed at the very suggestion and despite her embarrassment she
found herself totally unable to deny Jotaro. "O-okay..." She nodded shyly as
she moved her hands away from her underwear and lay down on the bed, her tiny
hand moving up and playing with the collar of her shirt. This was so
embarassing, but also so exciting.
It was Jojo who licked his lips nervously now. He had had plenty of
opportunities to do this with girls his age, but he never liked any girls his
age. He felt himself blush as he placed his hands, which appeared giant
compared to her, on her slender thighs. N-not that he liked Anne. She was just
a kid... He looked at her face briefly, her eyes peering at him curiously and
biting into her full lower lip.
Now that he thought about it carefully she was actually only about 4 years
younger than him. But they were probably the four years that mattered the most.
Still. It wasn't like he was going to have sex with her...
Her grip on her shirt tightened and her heart rate increased rapidly as she
felt him slide her underwear down to her knees. She couldn't look at him as she
realised how sticky and gross she must have been down there.
And it was true, her arousal was undeniably evident and the scent of it hit
Jotaro fully as he pulled her underwear away with a little force as it clung to
her slit via heavy strands of it. Stretching briefly, they quickly broke and
Jotaro found his curiosity overtaking him as he pushed her panties down to her
ankles and without hesitation slid her legs open.
Her pubic hair was sparse and new and with her lips spread apart more fully he
could clearly see the pooling of white near her ass.
In her new exposed position, Anne looked down at Jotaro bashfully but also
questioningly. After all he was there for a reason.
He was confused by her questioning stare for a moment before he registered that
she was expecting him to deduce the origin of her 'funny' feeling. "Here?" He
tried not to think of himself as a pervert as he took hold of the opportunity
to brush his long forefinger against her freshly maturing flesh, still light
pink, although quite swollen.
Her hips twitched hungrily at his touch and she nodded firmly, her lip being
progressively wounded by her front teeth.
With parted lips, Jotaro observed her curiously as he ran his finger more
firmly against her heat, her whole body squirming at his touch. "Y-you're
making it worse!" She groaned pushing her body up the bed and away from him.
"I'm sorry." He said quietly, he knew he should have stopped there but
confronted by her wet pussy and the faint smell of her arousal, he became
acutely aware of his own desires.
Anne pressed her thighs together and scrunched up her face at the slippery
feeling therein, her delicate fingers pushing her fringe out her eyes. She was
pretty damn cute.
Jotaro gulped as he realised his dick was quickly taking the reins in this
situation. Holding onto it he lowered himself on the bed beside her and spoke
softly. "Do you want me to make the feeling go away?"
Her large brown eyes regarded him innocently. "How?"
He smiled at her question and kissed her on the forehead, "Just trust me."
She gasped. Anne felt so happy she could die. He kissed her! She nodded dumbly,
heedless of what he had actually said.
"It'll hurt a bit at first, but then you'll feel better, I promise." He
couldn't really believe he had just said that...
"I trust you." She said devotedly.
Pressing his lips against her hot cheek, Jotaro pushed his hands between her
legs, opening them up again. Moving his forefinger gently, he pushed betwen her
slit till he reached her opening which gaped a little in her excitement.
She relished the feeling of his lips as kissed different parts of her face, she
particularly enjoyed when he pressed them against the tip of her nose making
her giggle just a little, but her giggle soon turned into a squeak. Her muscles
tightened as she felt him press his finger into her. His length twitched again
at the initial feel of her virgin tightness on his finger. Pushing onwards,
Anne gave a small groan; the manifestation of uncertain pleasure. Pressing
their heads together Jotaro wiggled his finger around, feeling at her soft
velvety walls and enjoying the way they contracted around him.
Satisfied with his exploration he slid back out and kissed her gently on the
nose again, as if to reassure her. Anne looked content enough and so without
asking permission he rubbed her hot flesh till he noted a dramatic increase in
the secretions of her lower lips. Feeling infinitely curious, Jotaro brought
his sticky hand up to his mouth and sucked her pre-cum off his fingers earning
him a disgusted look from Anne.
"Isn't that gross?" She asked bewildered.
He smirked at her and brushed his lips against hers, laughing as she was caught
between wanting to kiss him and wanting to avoid the mouth that had just
consumed her bodily fluids. Getting up on one elbow, Jotaro reached out to the
other side of the bed where a neat stack of towels still lay. Taking the
topmost one, he sat up and unfolded it till it was in half and slid it under
her bottom.
Anne stared at him in wonder as he did this. It appeared to be a kind of
precaution but she couldn't tell what it was for. Regardless, whatever was
happening to her, Jotaro seemed to understand and evidently knew how to fix it.
He brushed her cheek affectionately with his hand before crawling over her. Due
to the dissonance in their size he had to crawl over her body until her eyes
were in line with his chest so that their hips were more aligned. She grinned
at how close he was to her. This was all like a dream come true.
Pulling her slight legs upwards, he put one on either side of his hips. Anne
gulping as she felt another jolt of the shooting warmth in her abdomen.
Feeling brave, she glanced downwards, immediately wishing she hadn't. The size
of his shaft from this angle looked thicker than the gap between her thighs and
it terrified her as she finally realised what he was going to do. Crying out,
she grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt and shook her head.
"Jotaro no way! You're too big, you'll tear me apart!" She craned her neck and
looked at him with desperate eyes.
His heart ached a little at her outburst, but he knew that anyone would feel
nervous in her position. He wasn't feeling the best himself.
"You'll be okay, I promise." His voice resonated earnestly in her ears and she
calmed considerably. Jotaro had saved her life now on more than one occasion.
He would never hurt her intentionally. No, he had said that this would make her
feel better!
Deciding it was best not to look again at the monstrosity that was about to
enter her, she nodded trustingly and eased back down against the bed, her heart
racing in nervousness.
Jotaro grabbed at her legs again and held them open as he pressed his tip into
her. There was little doubt in his mind that she would feel incredible, but he
didn't want to hurt her either, so for her sake he moved in slowly and paused
as she adjusted.
Her breath hitched as she stretched to accommodate him and she unconsciously
grabbed onto his T-shirt again, trying to bite back a yell of discomfort. He
had said it would hurt at first...
After waiting a moment and Feeling her still a little beneath him, he pressed
in further, his right hand guiding his member while his left kept her legs
apart. He moaned loudly at her incredible tightness and he wasn't even halfway
there.
Anne pulled her body up against his and cried out verbally this time, her chest
heaving. "J-Jotaro..." She whined weakly.
He moved his hand which was pressing her legs apart and brushed it over her
hair with a soothing sound as he pushed forward a little more reasoning that
perhaps he ought to try and move a little faster for her sake.
He was over halfway when she finally yelled properly, a stray tear escaping her
eye. It felt like she was being torn in two. But not wanting to make Jotaro
feel bad she bit her lip and did her best to bear it.
Gasping when he finally bottomed out he curled his neck downwards and brushed
his lips against her forehead. Very steadily, he pulled out of her, her
constricted breathing spacing out the further he withdrew.
Anne's pupils widened as she realised that she was bleeding, she looked down
and fought back a sob. "W-what's happened? Jotaro there's so much blood..." She
blinked heavily to try and calm her watering eyes.
He shushed her soothingly and pulled the towels corners up, wiping her clean.
It seemed there had only been a finite amount of blood and apart from the
aftermath of being stretched, she didn't feel anymore pain.
"It'll be easier now." Jotaro sat up fully and pulled his t-shirt over his
head. He was already sweating and he huffed a little for air.
Anne bit her lip and gazed at him with glossy eyes. "D-did it hurt you too?"
Jotaro felt his face grow red in guilt and he smiled crookedly, "I'm okay."
Her chest swelled anew. He was doing this for her benefit. He really cared
about her. Laying back down, she held her hands over her burning cheeks and
grinned.
"Are you ready to try again?" He pulled the towel away and tossed it aside,
hitching her legs up again.
She nodded happily. With his t shirt off, the smell of his sweat was so strong
and it filled her nose as he bent over her once more. It was hardly a pleasant
smell, but she couldn't get enough of it. There was something dizzying about it
all and she was still smiling like a fool when he plunged into her, taking it
bit by bit, rocking his hips back and forth as he eased in again. He was right
about it being better the second time. Still not entirely comfortable but Anne
felt the beginnings of pleasure as he worked his way in.
Noting that she was now more comfortable, Jotaro wrapped his arms around her
delicate torso and pulled her close to his chest, rolling over and moving into
a sitting position, Anne still attached to him.
He took a moment to admire the intense blush on her face, her eyes glossy and
her hands falling onto his pecs for support as she smiled dumbly.
His chest moved up and down in ragged breaths, his shaft still consumed by
Anne's tiny pussy. "Can you move up and down a bit?" He asked her quite
breathlessly, his hands pushing lightly under her thighs to support her.
It took her a moment to realise that he had asked her to do something, and
gathering her wits she used his chest for leverage, moving her hips upwards
before sliding back down his shaft with laboured breaths.
He hadn't done this before and so he was pretty sure he wouldn't last very
long, so he decided to try to change his focus and so moved his hands from her
thighs and began pulling at the buttons on her shirt, opening it while she
wriggled back and forth with a broken moan. Her body still lacked the
definition of a fully grown women, only a slight curve evident at her waist and
a largely shapeless form otherwise. His hands traced her sides under the cloth
as Anne bit her lip and squirmed from his lack of assistance.
"W-what are yo-ou doing?" She sounded slightly whiny.
Jotaro poked her freckled nose briefly with his forefinger before moving his
hands down and running his thumbs over her puffy nipples and grinding upwards
slightly out of need but trying his darnedest to control himself.
Her breasts, if they could be called that, were not impressive. They weren't
supported by much fat tissue yet, but she couldn't be described as completely
flat chested either. Grinning at the way she arched her back at his touch,
Jotaro squeezed the skin together bringing her nipples forwards a little more
as the tissue underneath was forced to settle en masse.
"Cute." He grunted as Anne pressed onto him a little more in an attempt to
regain his attention.
"C-an we ke-ep going-g p-please?" She had to keep biting her lips to keep them
closed and her neck strained upwards as she shuffled on his length a little
more attempting to create some friction.
She had never imagined that she could feel so completely full. Nor had she
imagined that she could feel this good from something so simple. Of course
she'd feel better if Jotaro hadn't stopped... Grimacing at him as she tried
futilely to grind his ridiculous length of her own volition she pinched
Jotaro's chest out of frustration.
Realising her impatience Jotaro decided to be more helpful, even if he knew he
wouldn't be helpful for long. Grabbing onto her waist he bucked his hips
upwards and assisted her movements, Anne's head quickly moving backwards and a
line of saliva running free from the corner of her mouth.
He was finding it difficult to concentrate on much. His nerves were frazzled,
and he felt like he was only getting glimpses of Anne between focusing on
increasing his pace and noting how magnificently good she felt. He smiled
dumbly as he saw her puffy nipples, only half hardened, bobbing up and down
with their movements.
Anne must have lost her balance, for her hand suddenly slid down his stomach
and she grasped at his hair harshly before steadying herself but that intense
sensation coupled with everything else sent Jotaro past his limit and he held
Anne more firmly as he rode out his orgasm.
She stopped moving as she felt the heat building up inside her and begin
trickling down her legs. Her own body surged at the sensation but in her mind
she still registered the thought that this was pretty gross.
Her euphoria started to fade fairly quickly after that and she felt really
quite exhausted when Jotaro lifted her off his now limp member and pulled her
against his chest.
She hugged him tightly.
"That was pretty fun." She said with a yawn.
Jotaro nodded in agreement and pushed her further up his chest, wrapping his
hands under her thighs which were now sticky from their activities.
"And it worked. I don't feel weird anymore." She added as an afterthought,
remembering why it had happened in the first place.
"Hey." He pulled his head back a little bit to try and look at her.
"What is it?"
Jotaro smirked. "You have a secret of mine to keep now."
She sat up astride his abdomen and looked at him curiously. "And?"
"What about you? Don't you have something you're not telling us?"
Anne blushed. Well...
"N-no. I don't know what you mean." She wasn't a very convincing lier,
particularly as she couldn't meet his eye.
"You're father isn't meeting you in Singapore, is he?"
Anne looked startled. "How did you figure that out?"
Jotaro shrugged. "I guess it's because I like detective shows... So why are you
here then?"
She beamed at the question. "I want to travel the world." She said with a quiet
ambition.
Jotaro couldn't help laughing a little bit. Most kids probably thought the same
thing but this one was actually doing it.
"I thought so. That's why I bought you a ticket on the train with us to India."
Anne's eyes lit up. "You did?!"
Jotaro nodded. "Yeah. Don't let the others see you though." He gave her a
serious look and she nodded solemnly for the second time that afternoon.
"I promise I won't... Jotaro?"
He had closed his eyes briefly. "Mm?"
She lay down against his chest again and sighed. "Thank you."
End Notes
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oud made it more real and he hid himself behind his
palms. Vivien reached out and gently patted his shoulder. "I don't know..." He
fumbled for words. "I think...it might have been the wine." That's it, blame
the wine. Perfect excuse. 
When Vivien spoke, her voice didn't reek of disgust and hatred. "It's alright."
She said calmly, moving towards him, hands not leaving his shoulder. Trae
wanted to die, then and there. "I don't know what happened. It was stupid. I
mean you are my sister and, I shouldn't have. I just..."
"Wanted to?" She supplied. Trae jerked at the word. He could hear his own blood
racing in his ear. She had caught him. To his surprise, her fingers clenched
around his wrists and forced them apart. "Look at me" She instructed, harsh but
not cold. And Trae did. He couldn't focus, his vision was hazy and mind,
unorganized. Vivien's voice got lower, "It's all good. You did what you
wanted." Trae turned away. Just because he wanted doesn't male it right.
Eventually, she asked in a low and husky voice, "Do you know what I would have
done if you haven't kissed me?"
Trae could only imagine the drama that would have been avoided but didn't
reply.
She had put her mouth at his ears, warms breaths blew across his skin. "I would
have kissed you." She confessed.
 
 
 
***** 6 *****
Trae froze mid-thought. Surely he didn't hear properly. But when he glanced at
his cousin, she looked perfectly serious. She stared straight at him, willing
him to lean in, to submit himself. Her parted lips looked so soft and lush;
Trae wondered what they will taste like. As if reading his thoughts, Vivien
moved in slowly so that he can remember each frame of the moment. She placed
her hand on either side of his neck and Trae shivered involuntarily. But this
didn't hinder her effort. She cocked her head to her side to allow herself
better access. When she is inches from his lips, she shifts her head to her
side so that she was nuzzling his cheek softly. Trae's breath was warm on her
skin, it gave her goosebumps. He could feel himself drawn to her and he too
leaned to his side, waiting for her to do it.
Vivien took it as approval and she pulled herself from his cheek and once again
lingered, only hair breath away. She had her eyes closed; terrified as she was,
she didn't want the young boy to know. She had done this many a times but all
her experience proved useless now. Trae on the other hand had remained still as
stone column. Didn't blink, just held his breath. In due course, their lips
met; his cousins lip had pressed his with slight pressure and the grip around
his neck tightened. Her upper lip fit perfectly between his own and he pressed
them together. In a wink however they had parted, again inches away from
touching again. Trae released his breath and glanced at Vivien. 
Without thinking Trae had moved in. He closed his lips around her full bottom
lip. Vivien opened her mouth to kiss him back and teeth clattered as both of
them dove in at the same. It was a tangled mess: hot, wet and sharp with
slithering of lips. He opened his mouth trusting her to do as she pleased. She
was sensational, the way her tongue played with his and teeth that caressed his
lips. Vivien urged him to angle his head and Trae followed tilting backwards
and he slumped into the sofa. His fingers clutched her top, something to take
out his passion on. 
Their kiss became more frantic and rushed with time and soon he was tugging her
top without actually being aware of it. He couldn't breathe but he didn't care.
Vivien stroked his neck as they moved closer, heat building inside both of
them. She pulled away once only to plunge back and bite his lower lip. It
didn't hurt; he could say he enjoyed it. Then again they are back in their
dance.
Vivien's hand dropped from his shoulder and gripped around his waist, pulling
him closer. Heat radiated from her body pressed against him. Her breasts were
touching his chest; two small tips peaked through the layer of top.  Something
was burning deep down in him, it was unlike anything he had ever felt. He
moaned into her mouth, loud and whining. Vivien retracted and Trae gasped and
panted. Her lips were on his throat this time. It was no use suppressing his
 groans; he had no control on himself. He laid back and let her take over.
Vivien hovered over his slight frame and lowered herself on him, taking care
not to smother him. She had no concept of the extent he can go so she chose to
take it slow, planting feather light kisses on his neck, down to his collarbone
that was exposed under his shirt and licked a stripe along his skin. The sofa
was wide enough so she placed her knees on either side of his body and hunched
on him. Little thing had his eyes screwed shut and his lips quavered as her
lips swiped softly across him. 
Deciding he was relaxed enough, Vivien pushed down on him and rocked her hips
on the swelling mass between them. The impact startled Trae to the point he
cried out and whimpered and before he knew it, he was moving his hips. He had
no idea of what he was doing; he was afraid if he stopped, she'll stop and he
didn't want to.
His prick was hard and buzzing with eerie craving; he held his breath and
bucked to satisfy the torment. The friction frustrated him even more and he
pressed harder. Vivien lingered over him blocking everything and it felt like
night to him; she had stopped kissing and her fingers were gliding down his
stomach. Another involuntary moan that sounded like a sob escape his mouth and
they doubled as her palms caressed his enlarged cock. She brushed her fingers
up and down his throbbing shaft. "Mmm" Trae mumbled in delight. It encouraged
his cousin to push up his shirt; Trae didn't oppose. He raised himself so that
Vivien could pull off his shirt; now he laid bare chested under her
appreciating gaze.  Under different circumstance, he'd never have allowed that
but his only thoughts were about him and her.
Vivien sat up and observed him for something. Panic started to fill his nerve
the longer he was pinned under her. Eventually, her fingers came down and
touched his nipple. It hardened between her fingertips. His body was doing
puzzling things he never thought it could. Her other hand skimmed his bare
chest; her touch was calming and regarded him softly.
Vivien stroked him leisurely, building the drive. His rigid body relaxed and
Vivien moved to his other nipple.
It was almost painful for Trae to rein in it in. When her lips closed on his
tip, he flinched. There went only restraint he had. He clutched the mattress as
Vivien sucked gently then increased her force. Her tongue flicked and brushed
his skin; Trae sucked in sharply. Vivien pressed down a bit on him and let go
of him. Her hands were now sliding down to his jeans. Trae was only aware of
her touch. His brain is too disoriented to make any decision. All the while,
Vivien doesn't stop sucking and moved onto other nipple.
She took hold of his jeans and popped the button. The sensation that whizzed
through him engulfed him in every way. Having undone his fly, Vivien tugged
down the jeans that hugged his slim body. Apprehension bloomed in him abruptly
as Vivien struggled to pull it off him. His unclenched his fists that were
gripping the mattress and placed his hand on hers, deterring her from further
advancement.
Vivien sat up anxiously, feeling hurt. She must have been forcing her upon him,
he's too young. But she wanted him with every fiber of her body and it took all
her self control not to lunge at him despite his protests.
"Look at me" She instructed and Trae, shy as ever, didn't look up. Vivien
withdrew her hands from underneath his own and inching forward, placed them on
his shoulder.
"Hey" She called softly. "Look at me. Please." She added.
With reluctance Trae met her smoldering eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" She
asked lightly. Trae was torn. He was scared of what came after this but also he
didn't want her to leave him. He looked at her uncertainly, unable to say yes
which was not true because he wanted her, to show him the things he didn't
know.
"Tell me." She pressed, a little bit urgently. It was hard to ignore his
hardening erection under him.
Trae closed his eyes and shook his head. Heedfully, she tugged down his jeans.
Trae didn't protest and raises himself so she can draw it down to his knees so
he was now in his underwear. Her finger curled around his waistband and pulled
down with slow but steady hand until he was fully exposed.
Trae peeked through his lashes. He couldn't bear to look down at him so he
fearfully gazed at his cousin. He couldn't tell if she was disgusted and
satisfied as she watched him squirm under her.
Some time later, her palms were brushing over his stomach, close to his member
that lay hard on him. His legs had started to tingle with weird sensation that
affected his entire body. His breath grew scarce and heavy. 
Vivien moved down trailing her palm over his trembling body. When she reached
his cock, she carefully touched the tip of it. Trae moaned at the exposure and
it stimulated her to take him in her hand.
He wasn't big, not that she had expected him to be. He was only a kid, hadn't
hit puberty yet. But he was deliciously warm and hard, his cock enlarged with
every stroke. She started at the base, gripping and rubbing as she went
upwards.
When she had achieved the desired rhythm, she shifted her eyes to his face. He
was flushed and sweating. His eyes were squeezed shut, eyebrows pulled in;
heavy pants elicited from his parted cherry lips. He looked so young, and
vulnerable. His body arched off the mattress and Vivien increased her pace.
Sudden wave of sensation splashed on him and he heard himself cry out
distantly. The place between his legs was hot and wet. Trae didn't try to dwell
on it. Instead he drifted into the ecstasy that overwhelmed him.
When he was spent completely, Vivien let go of his cock and climbed off him.
One arm covered his eyes as he laid naked and trembling covered in his own cum.
Vivien's own hand was sticky but she was in no hurry to get up. She leaned back
against the sofa stroked herself with her wet fingers until she too came.
Trae didn't realize when Vivien had got up but sometime later he felt wet cloth
sweeping on him. He raised himself on his elbow and reached out for the cloth.
Vivien let him clean himself, she settled down, worry seeping in once again. 
When he was down, Trae pulled up his underwear and jeans. Vivien tossed his
shirt that was lying on the floor to him. He gave a shy smile as he caught it
and slipped it on.
"Are you okay?" Vivien asked, she couldn't keep her anxiety anymore. Trae shook
his head forcefully without looking up and rubbed his palms. They remained
quiet for some time, as neither of them knew how to address the uneasiness. 
"Was I alright?" Trae mumbled eventually. 
Vivien chuckled a little then coughed before answering "Yes." softly. It was
ridiculous how she sounded. With more force she assured him he was good. She
deterred from asking if he enjoyed it, a part of her didn't want to face what
she had done.
 
 
 
 
 
 
***** 7 *****
Trae hid in his room all day, refusing to see anyone. When grandma asked why,
he had told her he wasn't feeling well.
"Just stomach ache. I'll be alright, grandma."
That earned him another ruffle. "Lie down then. I'm gonna make you some tea
later."
Tucked warm under cover, his heart won't stop beating so frantically. He was
sweating but wouldn't remove the covers. He still felt naked, could feel the
ghost of her touch on him. His breath hitched every time he remembered and he
started to tremble all over again. He wished he could go back and change the
events. Then he wouldn't be cooped up in his room, waiting to melt into the
floor. Won't remember the way she pumped him while he writhed on the sofa.
Wouldn't have been kissed like it was important like breathing. 
Without her, he would have been back home, playing soccer with his friends.
Working on the project on light that was due next month. Live without knowing
how sweet she tasted and the things she did to him.
He liked it, Trae realized. He more than liked it. Hell, he longed to be kissed
like that again, to be held and caressed. Only it came with regret that
poisoned his peace of mind. But he wanted her all the same. 
When it was dinner time, he slipped out of his hiding after rigorous thinking.
Aunt Helen was laying down the plates and Grandma was setting down a pot of
rich smelling soup. Vivien was stirring one pot on the stove in the kitchen.
The sight of her rendered him numb. His Grandma asked if he was feeling better
but Trae couldn't hear her. If his legs would allow, he would have bolted.
Vivien had that effect on him, he loses all senses when she is around him.
Vivien didn't glance at him even once. Her sad eyes were fixed to the work in
her hand. Trae felt himself being pushed to the dinner table and pushed down on
the chair.
"I think it's done, Vivi." Aunt Helen said as the two older ladies took their
own seat. Trae had his gaze fixed on his own bowl. He heard the drag of chair
opposite him and the heavy thud as the pot was put down.
With her shaky and wrinkled hand, grandma filled his bowl with chicken soup. He
dipped in his spoon, relishing the distraction provided by the hot, spicy
gravy. Rest of them commenced too.
"So Trae" Aunt Helen began, "What did you do all day? You and Vivien had fun?"
Trae choked on a mouthful of soup. Of all things, she had to start with this.
Vivid images of her mouth, soft and swollen flooded through his mind. His moans
still echoed in his ear and Trae could feel his skin heating and turning
crimson.
"We watched Ice Age." Vivien said in perfectly controlled voice. That was true.
They did watch Ice Age after doing it. Hardly taking in what was going on
because he was too focused replaying everything.
"Yeah? Which one?"
"Collision course." Vivien informed. Was it? 
After that three of them had fallen into comfortable chatter and Trae joined in
occasionally.
"You'll love that, won't you Trae?" Aunt Helen was smiling brightly. He had
zoned out during the conversation.
"He's tired." She observed. "We are going to stay with Brendan this week.
Remember Cathy, hmm?"
Great, more extended family. 
===============================================================================
 
The palatial house that Brendan Danelli owned was of Victorian Gothic style
with large windows and high column supporting the structure. He had his own
room on the east wing of first floor. They had been here for three days. Trae
had four more days before his fathers returns to pick him up. His birthday is
in two days; his first birthday without his parents.
He couldn't say where Vivien was. They weren't on talking terms. Not exactly,
Vivien did talk during dinner and when they were in the same room. And Trae
talked enough to avoid suspicion. Vivien looked more worn out as days passed;
her eyes tired eyes hidden behind her beautiful lids, her rosy cheeks were
devoid color; as if she was dying. Trae worried he brought this on her.
He only saw her at dinners, where she sat beside one boy: older, taller and
muscular with fine dark hair and trimmed beard. To avoid the stabs of hatred he
felt, he kept to himself in his room and had started with Divergent.
He read late into the night when the whole house slept; he slept late, no one
made fuss. It was easy to get lost in so many people who were preparing for
Cathy's upcoming marriage. He was on chapter thirty, almost complete.
The knock on the door was so startling that he dropped his book. Who wouldn't
be at one in the morning? He wondered if it was just his imagination. So he
listened.
Two knock, soft and brief on his door. Trae laid his book aside and slid out of
his covers. He shuffled to the door warily and knocked, twice.
His action was reciprocated and Trae could feel his fingers opening the door
against his better judgments.
He couldn't see anything in the dark, he was too scared to peer out in the
darkness. But as his eyes adjusted he noticed Vivien as beautiful as an angel
in her white nightie.
After a pregnant pause, she whispered, "I couldn't sleep."
Trae was transfixed, half hidden behind the door. Vivien was slightly abashed
from his impassiveness and she stepped backwards.
"Neither could I!" He exclaimed, a bit louder than he should have that made
Vivien halt in her retreat. He opened the door completely to let her in.
To hide his nervousness he had began to stutter again. "Mama..I mean my mother,
she uh...she used to stroke my hair when I...sleep. When I couldn't sleep...it
helped. You can uh..sleep with me...I meant sleep beside me in my bed..."
Vivien reached out and gave his hand a light squeeze and motioned him to bed. 
 
 
***** 8 *****
 
Trae didn't get much sleep that night. He had been carding his fingers through
Vivien's hair who was too jittery and restless until she was fast asleep beside
her. Trae watched the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest; her sheer nightie
didn't cover much of her. He resisted his urge to touch her ivory skin. His
right arm on which Vivien's head rested was numb so he carefully withdrew under
her and positioned the pillow. Vivien groaned softly and asleep again.

Watching her sleep was as much intoxicating as watching her pleasure him.
Blushing, he tried to banish the thoughts but they came to tempt him anyway.
Trae wondered if Vivien would realize if he touched her and felt her skin. He
warily placed his hand lightly above her breasts. When he was sure she didn't
feel anything, he brushed his tips softly across her skin; all morality and
sense had now deserted him.

His breath hitched when his hand brushed on the mound of her breasts. He
glanced at his cousin once who showed no sign of movement before proceeding. He
uncovered her right as quietly as he could. The dark peak stood erect on the
hill. Trae held his breath as he touched the tip of it.

He was growing aware of the much dreaded sensation that was stirring between
his legs. So this it what it feels like, he thought, this was what his friends
whispered about. Carefully he cupped her; it was bit bigger for his hands and
incredibly soft. He nudged the tip while squeezing her lightly.

Vivien only shocked him once by letting out a disturbed more. When all was
clear, Trae removed the strap of her left. Oddly, this one was slightly bigger
than her right. With it too he rubbed and pinched that elicited soft moans of
delight from her sleeping cousin. Fueled by her groans, he increased the force.
Her nipple grew hard from his assault and Vivien was breathing audibly.

Suddenly, she jerked and turned to her right side. Trae gave it some time
before he resumed touching her. He slid his hand inside her nightie and cupped
her breasts. After massaging them, his hand moved downwards, rubbing her belly.
He felt himself brush over her belly button and was moving further down. It
took him enormous effort to stop there; he lingered there, gliding across her.

Vivien moved again, quicker than before. Taking him completely by surprise she
placed her hand on his. Trae flinched and tried to retract quickly but her hand
gripped his own. He was mortified. His breathing had seized completely and he
gave up without fight, going limp at once.

Vivien dragged his hand down to the band of her panties. Trae hesitated,
completely unsure of what to do. Vivien raised her band with the other and took
him inside.
It was hot a slippery under fine tangle of hairs. And sticky, especially
between the folds. He awkwardly stuck his hand and waited for her to do
something. Vivien pushed one of his finger inside her oven-like hole.
Trae went with his instinct. After he had managed to prod through considerable
barrier, he halted and just moved his finger up and down the passage, like he
had seen them do in the porn Caleb watched. He buried his hand deep inside her
panties and increased pressure. There was almost animalistic urge in him that
longed to hear her moan. He was growing impatient so he slid in another finger
and scissored to stretch her wide. 
Vivien let out stifled growl and before long she was drawing heavy breaths and
mewling softly. Content with his work, Trae grasped her by her neck and made
her angle to. On her parted, luscious lips, he planted his and sucked hungrily.
In his mouth, Vivien groaned. He placed his hand on her forehead and held her
down, totally dominating her like he wanted to possess her body. Every sound
she made belonged to him only. Even when she writhed under his assault, Trae
wouldn't let go.
But she managed to overpower him in the end. She pushed him off her and sat up
while Trae was thrown back against the headboard.
Shit, he cursed. God, what has he done? In front him, Vivien was rigid and even
when he couldn't make out anything in the dark, he imagined her eye blazing.
Goddamn it! How could he be so stupid? This was so not like him.
Trae wasted no time in scooting away. The bed rocked under his weight and he
was going to slid off the bed and she grabbed his and pulled him to her.
The movement was so sudden that Trae literally fell on her, chest pressed
against her breast. Their flushed face close and nose bumped.  Sigh mingled
with sigh. Vivien shifted to the middle of the bed with Trae on top of her. To
cooperate, he put his legs om either side of her and was now basically sitting
on her crotch. Their groin were separated by two layers of fabric that felt too
thick. 
Trae placed his hand on her shoulder and leaned down. Vivien welcomed him by
meeting his lips half way and gripping his waist. It was a turbulent mess of
teeth, tongue and saliva. Trae would whine out loud in between sucking and his
cousin would kiss his breath away. Together, they sank into the mattress.
The place where their groin connect was pulsating with intense craving. With
double zeal, he began to rock his hips. The effect was immediate. Vivien arched
her hips off the bed and grinded into his crotch. Her eager hands started to
tug at his shirt and he let her pulling it off him, their lips disconnecting
only once. 
When he was free, he yanked her nightie upwards so that it revealed her
breasts. Trae didn't bother getting her out off it. His hands and lips were on
her breast. Kissing and lapping on her hardened nipples as her moans spurred
him on. He took as much of her breast as it would fit in his mouth and swirled
his tongue around it.
He couldn't say when she had started to pull of his shorts but he obliged and
took them off hastily so that his hard penis was pressing to her wet groin.
Trae grunted and pushed in and Vivien opened her legs. With trembling heart, he
took hold of his cock and angled in front the lips of her opening. He pushed
the tip in first, barely an inch. Clutching the mattress he dove in.
It wasn't as easy as he had thought. Trae had to push in several times before
he was balls deep inside her. And then waited for Vivien to react. She
responded by rocking her hips and he followed, moving in and out, like he did
with his fingers, so he was basically jumping up and down. Incensed by the heat
of friction, Trae lost control of all faculty until the wave of overwhelming
sensation crashed on him. Hot, thick liquid filled her passage and Trae let his
aching hands give up and fell on top of her.
 
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