Chapitre 3445: SALVATION

I was the first one there. I had been visiting a friend for a few days and got up around five in the morning for what was looking like a long drive to New Hampshire. As it turned out, traffic was pretty light the whole way and so I made much better time than I expected. I had thought it would take about two hours more.

I had forgotten to pick up sunscreen ahead of time, but I wasn't sure when the local stores would be open, so I figured I might as well take my suitcase inside first.

It was a big house, with three floors worth of bedrooms. My cousin Marilyn and I had the two bedrooms on the third floor, the younger kids had bedrooms on the second floor, with the two boys sharing one bedroom and the two girls sharing the other, and there were two large bedrooms on the first floor for both sets of parents.

I went upstairs and decided to take the bedroom on the left side, which had a better view of the lake. I put my suitcase under one of the windows and took a quick look outside. It was going to be a gorgeous day. Then I headed back downstairs and out to my car to look for a store that sold sunscreen.

It was a bit of a drive into town and when I got there the drugstore didn't open until 9:30.

I sat down on a bench in front of the store to wait. It was only a few moments before I heard the front door unlock, and I headed in. I bought three large cans of spray-on sunscreen and headed back.

There were two other cars there when I returned. I looked around and didn't see anyone. Then I looked out at the dock and my parents were out there with the youngsters. I figured I would just go upstairs and put on my suit and join them.

I headed up to my room...

* * *

For anyone who grows up in a normal home, we learn basic rules of politeness. In particular, we learn to respect each other's feelings and each other's privacy, and if we offend against that, even if completely by accident, we try to apologize as quickly as possible.

It's not as if we get individual lectures and lessons on every possible situation, but we learn enough so that we are expected to be able to figure it out anytime the need should arise. So, if you should happen to walk in unannounced to find a member of the opposite sex completely undressed, you should: a) close your eyes immediately, b) turn around and walk out of the room as quickly as possible while apologizing to the other person the whole time, and c) close the door behind you and continue your explanations and apologies through the closed door.

Hopefully, this situation does not arise often, but you should be able to figure out what to do on the spot. Right?

So, when I opened the door and saw my cousin Marilyn standing there completely naked with an open suitcase on the bed, it was completely obvious what I should do.

The problem was, that none of the steps I mentioned were happening. She had been checking her suitcase, but when she heard the door pushing open, she had turned towards the sound and was now facing me full on, giving me a complete view of everything. I was just standing there, eyes wide open, staring at my cousin's naked body. My feet were fixed in place, and instead of uttering apologies, my jaw was just hanging there.

The thing is, I had had a girlfriend, Abbie, in high school this past year, and we had been having plenty of sex. She had a really cute body, along with iconic blonde hair and blue eyes. She had left for Europe for the summer, and was going to be going to college at some fancy private school in the Northeast in the fall, so that was over, but still...

On the other hand, here was Marilyn. Truthfully, I don't think I would've been expecting much if I had thought about it at all. Marilyn had always seemed conservative and dressed in pretty...well, frumpy clothes. But now, looking at her naked body -- I guess gawking at it would be the word -- Marilyn had a rack that would've been right at home in some men's magazine centerfold. Abbie had had nice, perky breasts, but this was a whole different league. And the rest of Marilyn looked almost as good as her rack. A slim waist, a nice ass, and toned legs. Her body looked lean and athletic, which I wouldn't have expected at all. Unlike Abbie, Marilyn had dark brown hair and brown eyes (along with a trim-looking brown bush), but right now that didn't make any difference at all.

I knew I shouldn't keep staring, but part of me also realized that every second I didn't spend staring was going to be time that I wouldn't get to see her naked. And I certainly didn't expect to get to see her naked again after this.

* * *

While I was standing there, fixed in place and staring like an idiot, Marilyn was getting more and more incredibly pissed off. "Ricky? What the fuck?"

I finally managed to blurt out, "I'm sorry, Marilyn. I didn't know you were in here. I apologize for barging in on you like this. I didn't mean to."

Marilyn was having none of it. "Are you sorry for seeing me naked? For still staring? Do you apologize for humiliating me like this? Are you truly sorry?"

I could understand her being pissed. I really hadn't intended any of it, and I totally understood how she was feeling embarrassed and angry. But now things were getting confused. Was I really supposed to be "truly sorry" for seeing her naked? When she had the most amazing body I had ever seen?

Marilyn wasn't done. "You do know we're cousins, don't you? Cousins don't look at each other naked. I mean nobody is supposed to look at each other naked this way, but especially not cousins. What are you anyway -- some kind of pervert? Haven't you ever heard of incest? That's disgusting!"

I was trying to figure out what to say, even as I realized that anything I might say wasn't going to work and was only going to piss her off more.

Besides, she had grabbed a tiny hand towel and was holding it up to try to block my view. The problem was, it barely covered things and it made me work even harder to see as much as I could. So I was still feeling plenty distracted.

"You've humiliated me! And now you're still standing there, just ogling me, without the common decency to look away!"

Nothing good was going to come of anything I could say right now. I just stood there, still staring, of course, wondering what was coming next.

"Do you have any idea what it feels like to be humiliated like this? Well, you're about to find out. Take off your clothes, right now, right here, right in front of me!"

What the hell? Was this for real? Did she really want me to take off my clothes right now, in front of her? What about the cousins thing? The incest thing. We were cousins, after all, and there was no way she should be asking her male cousin to strip for her. I stood there, not knowing if she meant it, or if this was a joke, or what.

"God dammit! Didn't you hear me? Take off your clothes! Right now, right here where I can see you!"

I kicked the flops off my feet, and then pulled my T-shirt up over my head, and dropped it on the floor. I looked at her again to see if she really wanted me to keep going. She wasn't smiling. She did.

I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them off. I wasn't wearing underwear. So there I was, standing completely naked in front of her. Fortunately, I didn't have a boner -- I think I was too confused to get hard.

Marilyn had been watching me as I took off my clothes. Now she just stood there, looking as if she was caught slightly off guard by the fact that I was actually standing naked in front of her.

After a moment of confusion, she began perusing my body, basically ending up staring at my cock.

I knew this was supposed to be about making me feel humiliated in retaliation for what I had done completely accidentally, but somehow, I wasn't feeling humiliated. In fact, I was kind of enjoying it. I was feeling liberated or something and was enjoying having her looking at me naked. In spite of why this was happening, it felt very sexy. I guess what I was really liking most was having the two of us standing there naked, both of us looking at each other. And the only way this could have happened at all was by my walking in on her. Was this one of those "God works in mysterious ways" things?

By now, however, I could feel my cock starting to respond to the situation, and I knew that it would only take a minute or two for me to have a full-on boner.

Marilyn was definitely getting distracted at this point. She had been holding her towel up in front of her using the thumb and forefinger of each hand to cover herself. But she seemed to have forgotten, and one corner of the towel slipped from her grasp and she ended up just holding the towel up dangling from her other hand, leaving her body once again on full view.

So, there we were, staring at each other's naked bodies. I was loving it. Her body was completely amazing and I would've been happy to just stand there for the rest of the day looking at it. And on her part, I saw Marilyn looking even more intently as my cock began to twitch and grow.

Suddenly, Marilyn seemed to snap back. She noticed her towel was just dangling and grabbed it with both hands once more. "Okay, that's enough, Ricky. Grab your clothes and your suitcase and go over to your bedroom and get changed. Everyone else is down at the dock already."

Reluctantly, I picked up my clothes and got my suitcase from where I had left it and went across the hall to the other bedroom. I got out my bathing suit and put it on. Then I put on a T-shirt and flops and headed downstairs. I grabbed a can of sunscreen from the kitchen counter where I had left them, and headed out to join everyone else.

* * *

Everyone else was out at the dock and beach area. The group consisted of my parents, my eight-year-old twin brother and sister, Jerome and Caitlyn, and Marilyn's younger brother Toby (7) and sister Jessica (just turned 6). Marilyn had driven her younger siblings up in her parents' car. Her parents were on a private vacation of their own, and would be joining us in a few days.

Marilyn appeared about 15 minutes after I came down. She was wearing a pale blue one-piece bathing suit (naturally). It was pretty conventional and even kind of old-fashioned, but at least it didn't have one of those old lady skirts on it.

I could tell she was trying to figure out what to do about me. She probably would have liked to be able to not have anything to do with me, but with everyone else there, it would look suspicious and the kids or my parents might start asking questions.

I offered to spray some sunscreen on for her. She looked at me a little suspiciously, but then relented and even lowered the straps of her swimsuit so I could cover her shoulders. She let me go ahead and spray the back of her legs, but when I started moving around to her front, she took the can from me and said, "I think I can handle that, thank you."

When the two of us had finished, I passed the sunscreen along for everyone else to use.

We spent about two hours swimming and splashing and playing on the beach. Then we went back up to the house. My dad cooked up a bunch of hot dogs for us on the grill and my mom had made potato salad so we had a picnic lunch followed by ice cream.

After lunch, we were moving into the hottest part of the day. I'd gotten up really early that morning for the drive and so I was getting ready for a nap. I think everyone was ready for some downtime for the afternoon.

I went back up to my room for a nap. I took off my damp bathing suit and hung it over one of the radiators to dry out. I didn't bother to put on any boxers or shorts, so I was just wearing my T-shirt, and went ahead and pulled down the bedspread.

* * *

I thought I heard some sort of a sound at the door of my room. I paused for a moment, but didn't hear anything more. I started going around to the other side of the bed, and heard something again. I wasn't sure what was going on. Instead of heading for the door, I walked over in the direction of my closet. Then I walked very quietly along the wall towards the door. When I got there, I pulled the door open. There was Marilyn in her bathing suit, kneeling down and now suddenly caught off balance.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

She looked up at me, totally embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I don't know what to say, except I'm sorry."

"Were you peeping through the keyhole at me? Why would you do that?"

She looked as if she was ready to cry. "Yes, I was. I'm sorry. I'm just so embarrassed. I don't know why I would even think of doing something like that."

For some reason I wasn't really feeling angry, just curious. "I don't understand. What's going on? Look, why don't you come in and tell me? We don't need to have the kids hear any of this."

She followed me in, and I sat down cross-legged on the bed and motioned for her to sit down facing me. She got on the bed and sat there cross-legged.

I saw her looking down at my cock. "Uh, did you want to put something on to cover up?" she asked.

"You already saw it this morning. No big deal. I just want to know more about what's going on. I mean this isn't the way I remember you being."

"No, it's not. But I really screwed up everything in my life, and now I don't know what to do."

* * *

Marilyn paused, and then began, "I don't know how much you know about my so-called marriage and how it ended."

"So-called? I just knew you had married that guy Billy you had been going with for a long time," I said. "Apparently, you guys ran off and eloped right after high school, and then you ended up getting divorced pretty soon after that."

Marilyn looked down. She said in a quiet voice, "We didn't get divorced. The marriage was annulled."

"Oh?" I said, "I didn't hear that. What does that mean? What's the difference?"

"Basically, it's kind of a way of saying the marriage never happened. It's kind of less complicated legally, and it keeps me from having to say that I'm divorced. Not that that's a big deal these days, but whatever. And the truth is, in a lot of ways, it never really did happen."

"Didn't happen? What?" Was this really the Marilyn who had freaked out her family by eloping with her boyfriend rather than going to college?

Marilyn had always been pretty quiet and reserved. I certainly hadn't been expecting her to be telling me about her personal life like this. On the other hand, how many other people could she talk about this with? I was her cousin, and we had known each other since childhood, so maybe that made me safer to tell her story to.

I guess she decided this was her chance to get all of this out. Even if it was embarrassing.

Marilyn sat there for a moment, as if trying to decide whether to go on. Finally, she said, "The thing is, it wasn't really about the marriage.

"The whole thing started way earlier, back in junior high. In sixth grade, I started developing breasts. I was the first one of my friends with breasts, and by seventh grade, every guy in my class, and pretty much every guy in the whole school, knew who I was, and they were all staring at me every chance they got. The other girls in my class were pissed at all the attention I was getting from the boys. I even had kind of a nickname among some of the kids -- 'Boobs.' I mean no one told me directly, but I overheard it in the hallways more than once. And it wasn't just the guys calling me that. Even girls I knew were talking about me that way. I didn't have anyone I could be sure was on my side.

"I was shy anyway, and getting all that attention for having breasts freaked me out. All the other girls would be talking about the guys in our class and how cute they were and how much they'd like to go out with them. And all I could think was, 'They would just want me for my boobs.' I was on a totally different wavelength from everyone else."

Having just seen her boobs, I could understand how she felt...but, of course, I could also imagine myself as one of the boys... Damn. Why was that image of her boobs from this morning front and center in my mind again? Maybe she could take her bathing suit off and tell her story that way? I mean, I was sitting there with my dick hanging out -- wouldn't it be fair to kind of balance it out?

* * *

"I had met Billy in eighth grade," Marilyn continued, "but we didn't start hanging out until high school. Looking back, I can see he was pretty nerdy -- not smart nerdy, more just socially awkward -- but at the time, I liked him because he wasn't spending all his time staring at my boobs. It was like we were just buddies. I don't think he had any other real friends at school.

"By high school, the other girls were starting to talk about kissing boys and making out, and some of them were starting to talk about more than that. I was still pretty traumatized by what I had experienced with boys and my boobs, and so the fact that Billy and I weren't doing any of that was fine with me -- probably better than fine.

"I knew Billy went to church every Sunday, and his family was pretty religious. I mean, in my family, none of us went to church, but I figured maybe that was part of why Billy was not like the other boys. And back then, I pretty much liked it that way.

"Because we spent so much time together, we became an 'item.' People figured we were going out together and that we were probably doing the same kinds of stuff as other people. We weren't, of course, but at least I didn't have to worry about guys hitting on me, or maybe trying to get somewhere with me just to brag to their friends.

"It was a little strange when there would be school dances, especially junior and senior proms. Neither of us was much of a dancer -- Billy was god-awful, to tell the truth. As far as the shake-your-booty kinds of dances, it didn't make all that much difference. But when it came to the slow dances, it was kind of embarrassing. Other couples would be all over each other, and making out if the chaperones were out of sight, and there we were, bad dancers anyway, but leaving lots of 'room for Jesus,' as they say."

Billy was a total goddam idiot was all I could think. What a fucking moron. What was wrong with him? I was glad my parents never tried to make me go to church.

Marilyn kept going with her story. "It wasn't as if nothing at all was happening, I guess. Billy was fine with hugging -- I suppose people hug in church services all the time -- and I kept telling myself that that was kind of, almost like, making out? I would tell myself that Billy was just going slow, that it was a sign of how much he respected me, and his being so religious? Still, in spite of my history, I was starting to feel envious of those girls who would talk about all the making out they had been doing. I guess I probably wouldn't even have minded if Billy had tried something more than that. I didn't want to think I was horny. That would have been gross. But the feeling of missing out on something was definitely growing.

"I mean the thing was, I knew Billy was really into the whole religion thing, but it wasn't like everybody in his church was all that pure. He told me that there was a girl in his church who'd gotten pregnant with her boyfriend, who was also a member of the church. None of this was announced officially or anything. I suppose that some people thought she might end up quietly getting an abortion and take care of it that way. But she didn't, and they ended up having to get married at the church. After that, people pretended they were happy for them, but everyone knew. And it meant that, whatever plans they might have had otherwise, neither of them was in a situation to go on to college.

"I wasn't quite sure why Billy told me about this. To me, it sort of suggested that some of his churchmates were actually having some fun on the side, but I think he meant it as a warning about what happened if people fooled around before marriage. He obviously wasn't going to fool around, and this was a pretty good story to justify that. But messing around doesn't mean you have to be that stupid. It was just an excuse.

"Another big difference between me and Billy was that I was good in school and I spent a lot of time studying and doing homework. I loved my classes, and was looking forward to going to college. Billy didn't care nearly as much about school, but spent a whole lot of time in Bible study sessions and hanging out with people at church groups. I was getting mostly A's and a few B's; Billy's grades were right at the borderline of letting him graduate.

"I was all set to go to State in the fall. I had the grades, and I qualified for Pell grants. I was looking forward to taking college courses and being around a whole new group of people where I didn't have that sense of history. A fresh start.

"The only problem was Billy. He wasn't headed for any kind of college in the fall. But he didn't want to lose me. I'm pretty sure he knew that when I got to college, it wouldn't be long before I left him behind. He was totally right about that.

"Anyway, he asked me to marry him. I guess I just couldn't figure out a way to tell him 'No' without really hurting him. I know that sounds stupid, and it was, believe me.

"We both knew my parents would never approve, so he wanted me to elope with him. I still have no idea why I agreed. I knew better, but we had been together so long that there was this kind of inertia about the idea. And it fit in with that whole romantic image of the young couple running off together to elope that you see in movies all the time.

"Of course we were going to get married, after all this time. He even kissed me when he asked me. Not with tongue or anything, of course, but still... Maybe that gave me the idea that once we were married things would be different, that we would be making out, and that things would get really passionate, the way they did in movies. I mean I knew he was big into the whole church thing, and so I thought that maybe if we got married it would be okay for him to do stuff."

* * *

Marilyn stopped and just sat there. I didn't know if she was going to start crying or something. But I also saw that her telling me about all this was good for her.

"So," I said, "what happened?"

Marilyn looked back up at me. "After graduation, my parents were very proud of how well I had done, and held a party for me with all my relatives. My relatives were very happy for me, and some gave me checks as graduation presents. I'm pretty sure they were thinking it would help me buy stuff for college, like school supplies and new clothes and that sort of thing. (I definitely could have used a change of style.) My parents didn't invite Billy, which was probably just as well, since some of my relatives might have hesitated about giving me a check when I was involved with someone like that."

Marilyn paused. "I know you're going to think I was a total idiot. And I was. Aside from my parents, I haven't been able to talk to anyone about this, and I haven't told them a lot of the stuff I've told you so far. The problem is, it gets worse."

* * *

Marilyn paused and then returned to her story. "Even when I was doing all this, I knew I was being stupid. But I had gotten myself into something I didn't know how to get myself out of. I mean going all the way back to the breasts thing, I had felt like an outcast with my friends and with the girls in my class generally. Billy had offered me an out. Only the 'out' he offered me was so much worse. It just took me way too long to realize it.

"The really stupid thing is that I did have the biggest breasts of any of the girls in my class through most of junior high, but by high school, and especially by junior or senior year, a lot of girls had caught up with me. Some had way bigger boobs than me. But in my mind, I couldn't get past the idea that I was a freak -- that I was just a pair of walking boobs for guys to stare at.

"Billy barely managed to graduate from high school. His parents had given him a 'beater' car as a graduation present. It sputtered a lot, and the tires were ready to go at any moment. He arranged to pick me up in the morning a few days after the party my parents had held for me. He set up a time after my parents had both left for work. (His parents didn't know about this either.) I had packed a suitcase and we got in his car and he drove us over to his church. He had arranged for the minister to do a quickie wedding for us. The minister was one of those really fundamentalist types, and Billy had told him that my parents would try to stop us if they knew about it, so he agreed to marry us privately in his office, with his wife as the witness.

"The whole thing probably took less than five minutes. When he said, 'You may now kiss the bride,' Billy looked a little flustered and kind of leaned forward and gave me a peck on the lips. I thought he was just embarrassed about the idea of kissing me in front of the minister...

"We headed out in Billy's car. I was pretty sure Billy hadn't thought the next part out at all. We just started driving northish, making what seemed like random choices about which road to turn on next. After about 50 or 60 miles, we were in a pretty rural and slightly rundown area. It wasn't like vast beautiful farms, it was like occasional trailers and old houses with peeling paint and kids' play equipment and other stuff scattered around the lawn. Occasionally there would be a small cluster of buildings, with some kind of a store and some other random stuff.

"Finally, when it was starting to get dark, we spotted a rundown motel, with a diner attached. Billy pulled into the parking lot. 'What do you think?' he said. 'This might be a good place to stay for a little while. I could look around and see if there are any jobs in the area.'

"My parents never would've stopped at a place like this. This was my first real moment when the full extent of what I had just gotten myself into hit me.

"That should have been enough to make me call everything off, and phone my parents and have them come get me. But, of course, I didn't. I had left them a note telling them that I was going to marry Billy and I would be in touch with them sometime in the future. It wasn't that they had ever done anything bad to me. I was more like the little kid announcing she was going to run away from home. I had always been good -- a good student, nice to people, and, with Billy, not messing around at all. Some part of me was sick of it all. Was that what I was stuck with being? Was I just Miss Goody Two Shoes? Couldn't I do anything on my own?

"I could see I had made a huge mistake, but was I just going to call my parents after only a few hours and ask them to come get me? I was feeling really bad about running away. And now, having gotten myself into this stupid situation, I was really embarrassed, which was appropriate, but I should never have let that be an excuse.

"Billy went into the office and rented us a room for a week. He had only brought along $20, which about covered the gas we had used, so now we were using my money from the graduation party. I had gotten a total of about $2,300, which could have bought me a ton of textbooks and a completely different set of clothing to start a new life in college. Now we were just going to be pissing my money away with no plans and no jobs."

Marilyn stopped, looking as if maybe that was as much of her story as she wanted to tell.

* * *

That was definitely not the end of the story, godammit.

"Wait a minute," I said. "What about sex? What happened about that? After all, that's kind of what you got married for, right?"

Marilyn just sat there. Finally, she said, in a very soft voice, "There isn't actually much to say about the sex part. That's why I didn't mention it. Did not want to mention it. Ugh.

"Well...okay, that first night when we were staying together at that crappy motel, that was our wedding night, right? And I'd had my hopes up that this might be when everything would change for us. I hadn't bought any fancy lingerie or anything, but I did have a white nightie that was sort of see-through. After we had unpacked a little, and we had each taken a shower -- not together of course -- Billy went into the bedroom. I put on the nightie and went out, thinking that maybe that would help turn him on. But when I stepped out of the bathroom, Billy had turned all the lights out. He couldn't see anything about what I was wearing.

"I had to feel my way over to the bed in the dark. I was tempted to turn on a light, I mean after all, neither of us had ever seen the other naked, but now it was completely okay for us to do so. Pretty much expected really, right? Still, I also understood that after all this time of not doing anything, Billy just wanted to hide in the dark. When I realized this, I figured my only chance was to take off my nightie and my panties on my own, under the covers. Then I turned on my side and reached for him. I was hoping that this was when he would be ready to really kiss me and be passionate about it. Well, he kissed me, but just on the lips. By now I could tell that the only way anything was going to happen was if I took charge, and I didn't know anything about sex either. Finally, I reached down and found his cock. He had his pajamas on, but even through the pajamas I could tell that there wasn't a lot going on. I untied his pajama bottoms and pulled them off, and then I took his cock in my hand and began rubbing on it up and down.

"Eventually he started getting a little harder, and I moved over and began rubbing his cock against my pussy. I put one leg over his so I could rub the head of his cock between my pussy lips. That should have felt good, but since it was just me doing everything, I might just as well have been alone in bed playing with myself. I really wanted to feel his cock inside me, but it was hard to tell much of anything. Eventually, I felt something sticky, as much on my hands as anything else.

"So, that's the story of the wedding. Every night after that he was off at a church group till at least 10, and after a while later than that.

"I was surprised he had found a church group that fast, or even a church in that area for that matter. He told me a friend of his from high school had relatives living near there and when he visited them, he would go to a local church and so he suggested that Billy try them out. His friend also mentioned that now that he was out of school, he would probably be spending some time in the area, so he would be able to see him at the church group.

"Looking back, I have the feeling that our elopement drive wasn't all that random. I think Billy already knew about the church. But, of course, I had no idea the time.

"Well, that brought things pretty much back to pre-wedding and pre-elopement status, and I had less than nothing to show for it. I told myself that if Billy hadn't found a job by the end of the week, I would call my parents and have them bring me home.

"As it turns out, on our second day there, Billy went to the local gas station to get gas and started talking to the owner. The owner also had a repair garage there. It wasn't very up-to-date, but a lot of cars in the area were pretty old, and it was the only garage in a 20-mile radius. The owner had gotten too old to do much of the repair work. He had one mechanic, who was fairly experienced, but really needed someone else to help him with the workload and with some of the heavy stuff. Billy didn't know much about cars, but he would do, so they hired him.

"So now, Billy did have a job, but I was on my own all day in this godforsaken area. When I went into the diner to get coffee in the morning, I ended up talking with Rose, who ran the place with her husband, who did the cooking. Rose wasn't all that educated, but she was nice and had a lot of common sense. When I got to talking to her about me and Billy and about how we had eloped and all, she was pretty skeptical, especially when I told her about Billy spending all his evenings at the church. 'That doesn't make a lick of sense,' she said. 'Why would he do that after just getting married.... And why the hell are you putting up with it?'

"I don't know if she suspected what was going on. If she did, she probably didn't want to hit me with it right out of the blue.

"I wasn't quite ready to bail -- at least not quite yet, but I knew she was right. Anyhow, she hired me to help wait tables with her. It wasn't all that busy, except at breakfast and lunch, but she was happy to have someone there to keep her company.

"I told you that Billy was staying at the church until at least 10 at night. But by that weekend, he was staying out until midnight, and one night he didn't get back until one in the morning. I knew there wasn't another woman, not with Billy. But I also saw that this was no way for me to live.

"I decided to go to the church during the day while Billy was at work and talk to the minister, Rev. Angus. Rose was happy to lend me her car, especially if there was a chance that it could help me get out of the situation with Billy. Rev. Angus turned out to be pretty nice and very sensible. Given where the church was, he had lots of different kinds of people with different backgrounds and levels of religiousness, and the big thing he could provide for his congregation was someone to listen to their problems and give the best advice and help he could come up with.

"I told him about my situation with Billy, and in particular, about how Billy was spending every night at the church groups, and how he was getting home later and later.

"I wasn't a member of the congregation, but Rev. Angus listened to me carefully, with a very serious expression on his face. Even without my telling him about what happened on our 'wedding night,' Billy's behavior was enough to raise a red flag for him. He told me he hadn't been personally involved with that men's Bible study group, but he would check out what was going on and see if there was some kind of problem. He said he would get back to me in a day or two.

"After I left the church, I decided to take advantage of having a car and drove about 30 miles to a bigger town that had a walk-in health clinic. I got a woman doctor, and got her to give me a prescription for birth control pills. It wasn't likely that it would matter, what with the way Billy had been behaving, but I didn't want to take any kind of chance on getting trapped in this situation. I wanted a sense of control for change.

"Rose was delighted to hear that Rev. Angus was going to look into the situation. She definitely seemed to feel there was something going on that I wasn't paying attention to.

"Sure enough, two days later Rev. Angus called the diner and asked to speak to me. He told me to wait till the next morning, and after Billy left for work, for me to pack my suitcase and be ready for his arrival.

"I wasn't sure what was up, but I felt a huge wave of relief. I was totally done with this whole thing. I told Rose about the call, and she hugged me and wished me well. The next morning, after Billy headed off to work, I quickly packed everything of mine in my suitcase, and made sure to take all of my money that was left.

"Rev. Angus came in his car and told me he was driving me home to my parents. He said he had called them to let them know I was coming. He also told me that my parents were very excited that I was coming home. That was really helpful. Otherwise I would've been totally freaked out the whole ride back.

"I imagine you have already figured out what was going on. Rev. Angus tried to be discreet, but he indicated that Billy and his friend from high school were hanging out for, you know...non-biblical reasons. He also said that that was plenty of reason to get the marriage annulled.

"My parents were really happy to see me. I was afraid that they would be really mad at me, but they were so glad to have me back that that was all that mattered to them.

I was glad that whole thing was over, but it was so awful and embarrassing I couldn't handle the idea of heading right off to college as if nothing had happened. My parents understood, and suggested I take some time off first. I ended up taking a job at a fabric store in town until mid-year. I didn't really want to start at State in midyear, so I decided that I would just go to community college for the spring semester and take whatever courses I wanted, maybe take some courses I might not take otherwise. I also figured it might give me a chance at starting a new social life.

"The problem was that community college isn't like going off to college. It's not quite like high school either. The students are kind of random, and there's not a big sense of community. There aren't any dorms. Most of the students live at home or whatever. There aren't really any parties or student social events.

"I mean it was good going to classes, but in terms of, you know, dating and stuff, I didn't learn anything. There was no one I was interested in going out with, no one seemed to be interested in going out with me, so...

* * *

"Anyhow," Marilyn said, "that's my story. I'm sorry I unloaded on you like this. But who else can I talk to? You're my cousin, so I feel like you care. I really can't talk to my friends about all of this because their experience was so different, and they just wouldn't understand any of it. I can't really tell my parents anything more than I've already told them. They're just happy to have me back, and they would love to help me more, but they don't know what to do. So, thanks for listening to me and my long, boring story."

"Marilyn," I said, "It was a long story, but I'm really glad you told me. I understand how you could have ended up in that situation. Billy was an asshole -- actually, he was worse than an asshole. But we can all get stuck in stupid stuff. At least you knew enough to get out of it, and you got out of it before you ended up spending any more time with him.

"Don't worry, I'm here for you. No matter what."

I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips to reassure her. I kind of realized there was an irony to that, especially sitting there with my dick out, but I wasn't sure what else to do.

* * *

I had been planning to take a nap, but Marilyn's story had taken a lot of time. We heard my mom calling up the stairs, "Ricky, Marilyn, there's a storm on the other side of the lake so we want to go ahead and start dinner now before it reaches us."

"Be down in a minute, mom," I called out.

Marilyn got off the bed and went back to her room to change. I got up and looked for a fresh T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

I headed downstairs to see what I could do to help. Dad had fired up the outdoor grill. Mom had a big pile of hamburger meat out in a bowl on the counter. I got a platter and started shaping patties. When I was almost done, Marilyn arrived and started carrying out the buns and ketchup and relish. Mom had made a fresh batch of potato salad and got it out of the fridge to bring out.

The younger kids had been playing outside, but started heading back towards the outdoor table when they smelled the hamburgers cooking.

On the other side of the lake, we could see dark clouds and hear the rumble of thunder. Occasionally we saw flashes of lightning. It made kind of a neat backdrop for eating outside.

* * *

After we had finished eating and had helped clean up the dishes, the kids went back to play a little longer and mom and dad sat down together to relax with a couple of beers.Marilyn and I headed out to the dock to watch the thunderstorm. It was a nice place to watch everything, but it also gave us a chance to be on our own.

While we were standing there on the dock, Marilyn looked out at the approaching clouds and said, "I don't know, Ricky. I'm just so damn angry these days. And I hate being that way. It's not who I want to be, and I would hate to be stuck this way for the rest of my life.

"I mean when you walked into my room when I was getting ready to change, and I was just standing there naked, you didn't plan that. It wasn't your fault. I hadn't noticed your suitcase, and you didn't know I was there. And I absolutely freaked out at you.

"Of course, to be fair to me, you were just standing there, gaping at me. It's not like you turned around and looked away and said 'Sorry.' But still, I mean that's what I'm talking about. I'm just so angry. That's why I was yelling at you like that.

"When I was attending community college this spring, I decided it was my chance to take courses that I would probably never take at State, courses way outside of whatever my major may end up being.

"One of the classes I took was a course in Human Evolution. If I had had that course in junior high, it would have changed everything. I mean the professor talked about how among humans, female breasts evolved to become a sexual signaling device. I mean like when chimpanzee females walk, they are always bent over, so their breasts aren't all that visible. Instead, when the females go into heat, their female parts puff up and turn bright red, and since when they're walking, they're bent forward, it's sticking out there for all the males to see. That doesn't happen with human females, and I'm happy about that. Instead, when humans started standing upright, female breasts became much more visible, and the other stuff became hidden, and that was a chance for female breasts to become a sexual signaling characteristic.

"So, when I was in junior high and was the first of my friends to start growing breasts, of course guys would be fascinated. That's natural. It might be awkward for someone like me, but at the same time, I could have tried to learn to distinguish between guys who were just checking out my boobs and guys who actually liked me. Many of the other girls started catching up with me after another year or two anyway. The problem is that I never figured out a way to understand what was going on and put it in perspective. And that's how I ended up with Billy.

"But being with Billy all that time meant I didn't go through that learning period that all the other girls were going through. I'm still back at the seventh-grade level, or even less. So, I'm angry, I'm frustrated, and I'm freaked out. I have no idea what to do. I'm terrified about the idea of some guy asking me out on a date. What if he wants to kiss me? What if he wants to do more than that? I have no idea about anything.

"But I'm grateful for the chance to talk to you about all of this. It really helps, even though I know I haven't been very nice to you."

She looked at me. I guess she was trying to see if I was feeling mad or anything.

"Marilyn," I said, "I totally understand why you would be angry about everything. I mean you didn't do anything to make any of this happen. And you got stuck with just a really bad hand, especially with Billy. I guess Billy was pretty screwed up too, and didn't know how to deal with who he really was. Especially being in a church like that.

"But look, you're headed to State in the fall, and so am I. Given that you lost a year, we will both be freshmen together and we can kind of look out for each other. I mean we are cousins, after all. It will give you a chance for a fresh start, and I think you'll do just fine."

Marilyn stepped forward and hugged me. "Thank you, Ricky. That means a lot to me. And thanks for giving me the chance to get all of this off my chest. Well, I don't know if that's how I should put it, but you understand."

The wind was getting stronger, and the clouds were beginning to make their way across the lake. It was getting dark so everyone decided to head in.

About the time that everyone had gotten inside, we heard the rain start. Not too hard yet, but we knew it would intensify.

The younger kids would probably have enjoyed staying in the living room playing for a while longer, but mom and dad decided it was late enough and sent them upstairs to brush their teeth and get ready for bed. They protested a little bit, but they were tired enough that they weren't that upset about having to head upstairs.

While mom and dad went upstairs to oversee the younger kids as they got ready for bed, Marilyn and I sat on a sofa in the living room watching the progress of the storm as it made its way across the lake towards us.

It was impressive to watch, especially as the lightning began to flash over the lake itself, producing some truly impressive pyrotechnics.

Eventually mom and dad came back downstairs, having finished getting the younger kids settled in for the night. It was getting late by now, and Marilyn and I decided to just say good night and let my folks have some time to themselves.

We went upstairs, treading lightly so as not to give the younger kids any excuse to wake up. When we got to the top floor, we said good night and gave each other a quick hug and Amy headed for her room and I headed for mine. I stopped off in the bathroom to brush my teeth and pee. Then I headed into my room and put on a nighttime T-shirt and shorts, my usual sleeping outfit.

* * *

I left the shade of my window up slightly so I could keep watching the storm, even after I turned out the light. I also left the window open a crack so I could listen to the rain and the thunder. It was the kind of perfect soundtrack to fall asleep to.

I didn't quite fall asleep however. As the storm kept moving in our direction, so did the thunder and lightning, and before long, the flashes of lightning were coming closer and closer. Suddenly, there were some flashes of lightning that lit up the whole room, and the thunder seemed to shake the whole house. It was impressive, but also kind of scary.

I thought I heard a sound at my door, and then I saw the door open and close, and a shape coming towards my bed.

"Ricky? Are you awake?" It was Marilyn's voice.

"Yes, I'm awake. Are you okay?"

"I guess so, but I was just getting really freaked out by the lightning. I guess I just wanted some company. Is it okay if I get into bed with you for a little while until the storm lets up?"

"Sure, you can hop into bed here with me and wait out the storm. That's fine," I said.

I pulled down the bedspread on her side to let her get in with me. She got in beside me, and we lay there looking out the window at the lightning and the storm.

She pulled the bedspread up, skooching her back towards me as she did so. I moved forward a little bit to snuggle in with her. It felt good having her there with me and to have her body nestled up against me. I moved my arm over her to hold her by the waist. It was all completely innocent of course, but even so, I felt my dick beginning to twitch.

Suddenly there was another huge crash of lightning, and the whole room lit up again. Both of us pressed up against each other, and I felt her take the hand that I had put around her waist and move it up to her breasts.

Holy shit! Was this really happening? I couldn't believe she had taken my hand and moved it up to her breasts. Now, suddenly, I was feeling the softness of her breasts and...were her nipples actually sticking out hard against my fingers? I seemed to feel her reacting as I ran my fingers over her nipples. Granted, this was all while she was wearing one of those long T-shirts that girls wore as nightshirts. But, for all it mattered, she might as well have been completely naked.

I remembered how amazing her breasts had looked when I walked in on her that morning, and how pissed off she had been at me. And now she had moved my hand to let me feel them.

I was loving it. I mean, my mind was kind of blown, but her breasts were amazing and getting to play with her nipples felt even better. Marilyn was definitely responding, pushing her body back into mine, and I felt her beginning to breathe more heavily. And of course, by now, my hard dick was pressing back against her.

Then I felt Marilyn turn over, facing me. "Ricky," she said in a soft voice, "You know I've never made out with anyone. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Would you be willing to make out with me, just this once? Please?"

I reached my arm over her and pulled her against me. Then I moved my hand up against her face and cheek. I moved my face to hers and began kissing her, first just on the lips, and then running my tongue against her lips until I felt her lips and mouth began to open and I could begin moving my tongue into her mouth and playing with her tongue. For a moment she seemed slightly uncertain, but then she began to respond, playing with my tongue and then sticking her tongue into my mouth. Very quickly, we were making out as if we were an established couple. Except that for Marilyn, this was all new, and she brought a level of almost frantic intensity to it.

She paused for a moment, and said, "Ricky, this feels amazing. Am I doing it right?"

"Marilyn, you're amazing," I said. "You are incredibly sexy and incredibly hot. You kiss better than anyone I've ever dated, and I can't believe how much I love your breasts."

I reached my hand back up to her breasts to feel them some more and to feel her nipples sticking out. Marilyn put her hand over mine, pushing my hand harder against her breasts.

Feeling her nipples sticking out was starting to drive me crazy. I moved my head down and took one nipple between my lips and began sucking on it and then running my tongue around it. It was frustrating that she still had her nightshirt on, but she was loving it anyway. I switched over to her other nipple and started doing the same thing.

Just then, Marilyn said, "Hold on a second." There were still enough lightning flashes for me to see her silhouette as she sat up in the bed. Then she skooched around a little bit as she started pulling her nightshirt out from under her ass and pulled it up over her head and dropped it on the floor. Another flash of lightning let me see the silhouette of her breasts and her nipples sticking out.

She lay back down, and I immediately returned to sucking on her breasts and her nipples. Now I was feeling her naked breasts and her naked nipples in my mouth, and started playing with her nipples with my tongue. I was pushing in on her nipples while I was sucking on her breasts and then just burying my head between her breasts.

"Oh my God, Ricky, that feels amazing! I love it! I can't believe it's taken all this time!"

I kept on sucking on her breasts and nipples, feeling her body responding more and more. Then, I felt her hand running down to my shorts and slipping inside them. I was already turned on from what we were doing, and I felt her hand wrap around my dick.

"Ricky, you're so hard! I can't believe it! I love it!"

She held my dick in her hand, not trying to do anything more at this point. I think she just liked feeling my dick while I was sucking on her breasts and nipples.

Then I heard her say, "Ricky, is it okay for me to feel you this way? I mean I didn't ask."

"Marilyn, I love it. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

I went back to sucking on her nipples, when I felt her let go of me with her hand. I was wondering what was going on, and whether I had done anything wrong. But I felt her hips moving around and then she was kind of leaning forward and doing something with her legs.

When the next flash of lightning came, I saw her hand holding something and letting it drop on the floor. "I just took off my panties," Marilyn whispered.

I immediately moved my hand down until I ran into her bush. The hair was soft and silky, and I began running my fingers through it, thinking how it would feel against my face.

"Keep going down," she said.

I moved my hand further down and felt her mound and her lips. I began running my fingers around her mound and up and down her lips, and then began running one finger up and down between her lips. Her pussy was already wet, and her lips were pulling apart as I played with her. When I got to the bottom, I carefully slid my middle finger inside her. I loved how warm and velvety her flesh felt, and how it wrapped around my finger to hold me in.

"Oh God, Ricky, that feels so good. I love feeling you inside me that way. Keep doing that. Do anything you want to me!"

I was totally turned on by now, and moved my head kissing my way down her stomach until I got to her bush. I rubbed my face in her bush for a while, loving how it felt while I kept kissing her down there. I moved down to her pussy and kissed and licked around on her mound and then started sucking on her lips and running my tongue down between her lips and tasting her juice and feeling it all over my face. I love feeling how turned on she was, and feeling her hips moving up against my face.

When I got to the bottom of her pussy, I stuck my tongue in her as far as I could reach and played with her and felt everything about her. Then I kissed my way back up so I got to her mound. By now she had a full-on lady boner, her clit was sticking out waiting for me, and I began sucking on it and running my tongue around it. Her hips were pumping up against my face, and I could hear her moaning, "Oh yes, oh yes, keep doing that!"

I started moving my face back up over her bush and up towards her breasts and nipples again. I was kissing her all over as I went, and my face was still wet with her pussy juice.

I felt her sit up, and then get up on her knees and move her head down. She pulled my shorts off and began kissing my dick and my balls. Then she took my dick in her mouth and started sucking on it almost violently. I had been hard already, but with her sucking on me that way, it felt as if my dick was getting even bigger.

I loved how intensely she was sucking on me, but I knew I wasn't going to last long that way, and by now I knew I had to fuck her.

I sat up and took her by the shoulders and pushed her back down. I was totally horny by now and wasn't ready to wait for anything. She was lying on her back, and I pulled her legs open. I positioned myself between her legs and began rubbing my cock up and down between her pussy lips. I heard her saying, "Put it in! Do it! Go ahead! Now! I want you inside me!"

I started pushing my cock inside her. She was completely wet, and her hips were moving up against me with every move I made. Almost before I knew it, I was all the way inside her, right up to my balls. I stopped there for a moment, suddenly realizing what was happening.

"I'm inside you, Marilyn," I said. "I'm inside you all the way."

"You feel wonderful, Ricky. I want you to fuck me. Just fuck me as hard as you can. I've been waiting way too long for this."

I began moving my cock in and out of her. Her pussy felt amazing, and when a lightning flash lit up the room, I could see how beautiful her naked body looked there beneath me.

She was grabbing at my ass, trying to smash my cock into her even harder. "Come for me, Ricky! I want to feel you coming. I want to feel you shooting everything inside me. I want you to fill me up with your hot come! I want it dripping out of me! I've been waiting for this for so long! Fuck me, Ricky! Fuck me as hard as you can!"

Between how amazing her pussy felt, and how beautiful her body was, and hearing her telling me to fuck her as hard as I could, I couldn't last any longer. I felt my balls begin to clench, and then I started coming harder than I'd ever come in my life. I was pounding my hips against her as I came, trying to get as deep inside her as I could.

I kept coming for what felt like a really long time, as her hips kept pumping against me. I was just glad for the continuing rumble of thunder that helped cover up the noise we were making.

Eventually, we both relaxed. I slowly rolled off and lay beside her. I reached out and found her hand and took it in mine. We just lay there together holding hands, waiting for the occasional flashes of lightning that would illuminate everything.

* * *

I had no idea how I should feel. I mean I felt terrific, physically. The sex was amazing.

But what I just done? Had I just taken advantage of my cousin? The cousin who had had no experience at all with any kind of sex? The cousin I really wanted to help? And really cared about -- not just as someone to have sex with? And who I knew was feeling really vulnerable? Was I some kind of unintentional monster?

"Marilyn," I said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you that way. That was totally wrong of me. I had no right to do that."

Marilyn sat up. "Ricky, you take that back. All of it. Right now! That is totally insulting to me. You think I didn't know what I was doing? Why do you think I came in here in the first place? This was absolutely beautiful, and absolutely perfect. And I'll be damned if I'm going to let you ruin it by apologizing for the best thing that's ever happened to me. Don't you think I had anything to do with what we just did?

"Yes, I made a huge mistake with Billy. But what I did just now was not a mistake at all. At least I hope not. Tell me it wasn't. This was the wedding night I should have had and I had been waiting for. Tell me it meant something to you."

Her outburst took me completely by surprise. I sat up. "Marilyn, hold on. It was absolutely beautiful for me too. And I wanted to make everything as perfect and as beautiful as I could for you. Ever since you told me your story about you and Billy, and about all the things you were feeling now about having missed out on so much, I had been trying to think of what I could do to help you.

"But tonight, I couldn't tell for sure what was going on. I mean I was still working on the image of the old you, the one I remembered from a couple of years ago when I saw you when you were into wearing all those frumpy clothes and I guess you were hanging out with Billy. So when you got into bed with me during the thunderstorm, I couldn't tell what was really happening. I mean there was a lot of lightning and thunder, and it was getting way too close to the house, so I was thinking maybe you were just freaked out about that.

"When you asked me to kiss you since you had never actually made out with anyone, I was happy to help you. And believe me, you were amazing. The best kisser I've ever met, and it also felt like so much more because of the connection I felt between you and me. It wasn't just practicing making out, it felt like something truly intimate. I hope you know it meant something special to me. As for the rest, well, ever since I first walked in to your bedroom and saw you standing there naked, I hadn't been able to forget about how sexy you looked. I knew I wasn't supposed to be thinking any such thing, but you know...

"So, at every step, from feeling your breasts and nipples when you were still wearing your nightshirt, to all the rest, including making love to you, I loved all of it. You turned me on like crazy. Of course I just wanted to keep on going. And it was the most amazing experience of my life.

"But afterwards, I started second-guessing myself, wondering whether I had just been taking advantage of everything you had told me and how vulnerable you were feeling. And I never wanted to do anything that would involve taking advantage of you in any way or doing anything with you that you might start regretting later.

"I guess what I'm saying is, I loved it all and I care about you. I guess it seems a little weird with us being cousins. A lot of people would be freaked out about that. I mean is it really okay that your body turns me on so much? But I don't know, I guess I'm not feeling that way. Maybe it makes everything feel closer or something. I'm grateful that I found you, that we found each other. And yes, your body is totally sexy and turns me on like crazy. And just so you know, I love your breasts. I couldn't stop thinking about them after I walked in on you this morning. And I was thinking about wanting to do everything I finally got to do tonight."

Marilyn was listening carefully, and when I got to the part about how much her body and her breasts turned me on, I saw her smiling in the light from the storm. She leaned over and put her arms around me and hugged me tight. "Ricky, thank you for telling me that. I guess I hadn't been thinking all that much about the cousin thing when I came to your room tonight. I knew about it -- remember I yelled at you about it -- but I guess I had just pushed it out of my mind. I suppose I should have been thinking about how taboo this whole thing is. Also a little bit sexy too?

"You're right, the cousin thing is pretty dicey for a lot of people. But look at where being a 'good' girl got me. So maybe I just don't give a damn right now. Or maybe right now I like the idea of breaking rules. You know, that might just be the biggest rule I've ever broken. That's kind of cool, right?"

She looked at me to see if I was selling in a sign of disapproval about her enthusiasm for incest. Since I was the one who had already been thinking about the taboo even before we started, I was in no position to be judging her -- I was potentially even guiltier than she was.

Seeing that I seemed to be okay on that score, she relaxed. "I'm just glad we found each other this way and that we feel so close to each other. The truth is, when you got naked for me this morning, I realized what an amazing body you had -- all of it -- and somehow that was exactly what I was looking for. But it was also that I was able to talk to you about everything that had happened, and all of my feelings. I could tell you cared.

"The truth is, after this morning, I was planning to find a way to get things started with you, but I didn't know how or when. It could have ended up being days from now. Hell, maybe it wouldn't have happened at all, which would have been really sad. But the thunderstorm gave me the perfect opportunity.

"You know, I wasn't like I just walked into your bedroom naked and told you I wanted to have sex with you. I'm pretty sure that would have freaked you out. But when I came in during all that intense lightning, it all seemed perfectly natural and innocent, at least more or less. Believe me, my intentions were not innocent at all. And I couldn't believe how beautifully everything went. Maybe the storm was an act of God?

"It was perfect, wasn't it? So, thank you for everything.

"And by the way, I hope you'll want to do this again -- as much as we can -- here on vacation. I know I need a lot more practice."

* * *

I was delighted to hear she wanted to have us keep doing this for the rest of the summer. "My dick is already getting hard at the thought," I said.

"Oh," she said. "The storm isn't completely over, so we still have some background sounds to cover up what we're doing. I'm a little sore, but I would love to go again right now if you're up for it. Do you think maybe you're turning me into a slut?"

I reached over and felt her breasts. "I love your tits, I love your pussy, I love fucking you. You are so sexy and hot I want to keep fucking you as much as I can.

"Would you like to try doggie style this time?"

"I've heard some of the other girls talking about that before. But I never knew what it meant. What do we need to do?" she asked.

"Well," I said, "you get on your hands and knees facing away from me -- actually, leaned forward on your elbows -- and tilt your ass upwards. That way I get to see your ass and your pussy looking up at me."

Marilyn got in position, leaning forward on her elbows, and tilting her ass up towards me. "Is this okay?" she asked. Another flash of lightning gave me a full view of everything.

"That's perfect," I said. I got in behind her, between her legs, and put my hands on the cheeks of her ass. Then I took my cock in my hand and rubbed it up and down between her pussy lips. I felt her pushing against my cock as I rubbed it against her, and then when I reached her opening, I felt her pushing up against me eagerly.

"Yes, put it in me. I want you inside me again," she said.

I began slowly sliding my cock inside her, wanting both of us to appreciate the whole experience. I loved watching my cock disappearing into her pussy. "It feels so different this way," Marilyn was saying. "I love feeling your cock going into me at this angle. I love the idea of you pounding into me from behind."

I was loving it too. I pulled the cheeks of her ass open so I could look at her asshole as well. I loved seeing her little pink rosebud, and I began running my thumbs around the inner part of her cheeks circling down to her asshole.

I briefly pulled my cock out of her pussy and began running the tip up and down against her rosebud. I felt her hips moving against me as I did so. "Ricky, that feels so weird! It feels so hot!"

I went back to fucking her, and moved my thumbs down to massage her asshole. I began pulling her asshole open, and letting one thumb slide inside, while still watching my cock moving in and out of her glistening wet pussy.

"Oh God, Ricky," she said. "That feels so amazing. I can't believe you're doing that. I can't believe we're doing that."

This whole thing was incredibly sexy. I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. I leaned forward and reached under her to feel her breasts and nipples. "Oh yes, Ricky, I'm totally ready. I want to feel you shooting inside me! I want you to come inside me, right now!"

I pulled myself back up and held onto her ass cheeks, pulling them wide open again so I could see everything. I watched my cock pounding into her pussy and felt my balls began to tighten up. I felt myself sucking as hard as I could, and starting to shoot everything deep inside her. "I'm coming for you!" I said. "I'm shooting it all the way inside you!"

Her hips were pounding back against me as I came, and I was coming as hard as I could. We kept going that way until we were both drained and exhausted.

* * *

Afterwards, we lay there holding hands, amazed by how much had happened in just one day. There was still a fairly constant backdrop of thunder rumbling. I listened for a moment to see whether there were any sounds from the bedroom below -- we hadn't been nearly as quiet as we should have been. I didn't hear any sounds of voices or anything, so I guess we had gotten away with it.

I was starting to nod off when I felt Marilyn sit up. She was looking around for nightshirt and her panties.

"That was amazing, Ricky. But I need to go back to my room now. It would definitely not do for anyone to find me in your room -- in my male cousin's room -- in the morning. Don't worry, we have the whole summer vacation ahead of us."

She kissed me on the lips and walked out, holding her nightshirt and panties in her hand.

* * *

The next morning, the storm had passed and the sun was already shining brightly. My mom had already started cooking eggs and dad had gotten out the waffle maker to make waffles for everyone. I came down and got some coffee and started laying out dishes and silverware at the dining table.

Marilyn came down about 20 minutes later. She looked to be in the best mood ever. Even mom noticed. "Good morning, Marilyn. You look happy this morning."

"Well, that storm last night was pretty freaky, so I guess maybe all the sunshine this morning has put me into a good mood." She looked over at me and smiled.

The younger kids came down and we all had breakfast together. With the storm past, and what looked like a beautiful day in store, the kids were all happy and excited and eager to get back outside. After everyone had finished up, Marilyn and I helped clean up the dishes and put things away.

Then mom said, "I guess we can get everybody suited up and head back out to the dock and swim."

Marilyn paused a second, then said to my mother, "I think before I go swimming, I'd like to go into town and see if I can find a different bathing suit. I've had my old suit for a long time, and I'm really bored with it. Maybe I can take Ricky along with me to keep me company while I shop. I don't think there are that many places in town to check out, so it shouldn't take that long."

Everyone else headed off to put on their bathing suits, and Marilyn and I went out to my car and headed into town. If either of us had had to find some dressy clothes, we would've been out of luck, but since it was a summer town, there were a couple of stores that sold beach gear and swimsuits and stuff.

I had sort of expected Marilyn to be looking for another one-piece, which the first store had plenty of. But Marilyn glanced at them and said, "Let's try the next place."

The next place sold mainly bikinis, including some fairly skimpy ones. Marilyn's face lit up. "This is more like it." She took a couple back to the changing room, and after 10 minutes or so stepped out in a bright pink number that was anything but conservative. "Does this look okay?" she asked me. The way it showed off her body echoed how she looked totally naked.

"It looks great to me," I said. "Do you think my parents -- and your parents -- can handle it?"

"I think they'll be happy to see the change," Marilyn said. "And I'm sure you'll be happier too."

Mind you, it wasn't a string bikini, it wasn't a thong bikini with a string up the butt, but it was definitely the skimpiest number in the store. And she did look great in it. I loved how it showed off her body. But I did wonder a bit about what my parents, and her parents, would think.

She decided to leave the suit on and put her T-shirt and shorts on over it for the drive home, and just put her underwear in the large handbag she was carrying. She held onto the price tag and used that when she went up to the counter to pay for it.

She came away from the counter with a big smile. "At last I got to spend some of my graduation money on something worthwhile. And it's all thanks to you."

I guess we were both glowing a bit from last night. If there had been some convenient place for us to stop and park along the way, we would have been tempted. But we also knew we needed to get back to join the family.

When we got back to the house, we went in, and I started up the stairs to go get my suit and get ready. "Do you want to wait for me to get down?" I asked.

"No, I think I'd rather go out alone and see how everyone reacts," she said. She took off her shorts and T-shirt and left them on a chair in the kitchen.

I would have enjoyed being there to see everyone's reaction, especially my parents' reaction. But at the same time, if we had showed up together with Marilyn proudly wearing her new bikini, it might have raised some questions in my parents' minds.

I went up to change into my bathing suit and flops. I decided not to rush down, I wanted to let everyone have a chance to react to Marilyn's bikini on their own. But I was definitely curious.

When I got outside, Marilyn was surrounded by the younger kids who were all asking her about her new bathing suit. I think the younger girls wanted to know how soon they could get bikinis for themselves.

As I walked out to the dock, I saw my mother coming towards me. "Hi Ricky. That new suit that Marilyn got is certainly a change for her, isn't it? Did you help her pick it out?"

I wasn't quite sure if my mom was suspicious of anything, or maybe that was just me worrying. I decided to keep it simple, "Marilyn picked it out on her own. I imagine she had bought her old suit back when she was with Billy, and she just really wanted a change. And that is definitely a change. But it looks good on her, doesn't it?"

"It does, I guess," my mother said. "Maybe I'm just wondering what Aunt Eleanor and Uncle Herb will think when they get here. Are they going to wonder what kind of an influence we are on Marilyn?"

"You know that suit is not all that radical, don't you, mom? I mean by the standards of a lot of areas, that's downright old-fashioned. I think it'll be fine."

When we got out to the dock, my dad pulled me aside and said, "That's quite a suit Marilyn picked out. It looks really good on her, doesn't it? I hadn't realized how good she was looking these days, because she was always wearing such frumpy outfits. It seemed kind of sad. I'm glad to see her getting away from that. She looks a lot better that way, don't you think?"

This was definitely kind of weird, but I don't think my dad meant anything by it. I think he was just a guy his age appreciating how good a young woman could look. The fact that Marilyn was his niece probably added a bit of family pride. And it wouldn't make sense if I didn't think so too.

"Yeah, dad, it does look good. I think the change is good for her."

* * *

The day proceeded according to schedule. We spent the morning swimming, and then had a family lunch around 1 o'clock. By the time we were finished with lunch and had things cleaned up, the full heat of the day had arrived and so most of us were pretty much ready for an afternoon nap. Marilyn and I headed up to the third floor, while the younger kids, with varying degrees of reluctance, headed to their rooms to nap. After making sure that the kids were settled in, mom and dad headed back downstairs for some private time alone.

Marilyn and I were careful to each go to our own rooms and close the door. Then, about a minute later, I heard a slight tap on my door. The door opened and Marilyn walked in, being careful to walk softly so as not to disturb the kids below us.

Marilyn was still wearing her new bright pink bikini. "How do you think it went?" she asked in a low voice.

"Well, it certainly got everyone's attention," I said. "I don't think my mom knew quite how to react. She tried to pretend she was just worried about how your mom and dad would react, but I think it was a pretty big change for her, especially in this low-key family setting. She'll get used to it though. My dad thought it looked really good on you, and thought it was a really good change from the way you were dressing before.

"It probably was a good thing that I didn't go out there with you right away. That might have raised a whole different set of questions for my mom."

Marilyn nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I could tell your mom was having kind of a problem with it, even though she didn't want to say anything. The kids loved it. The girls wanted to get suits like this for themselves -- which I don't think your mom would go for at all. And I'm glad your dad appreciated the change. God knows I appreciate it."

All this time, Marilyn is standing there between the two windows talking to me. And it was fine talking with her, but I was starting to feel distracted.

"You know what I would appreciate?" I said. "I love the new suit, but right now I would appreciate seeing you out of it."

Marilyn looked surprised. "Now? The girls' bedroom is right below us. We can't go making any noise."

"I don't care," I said, "I want to see you naked right now."

I wasn't sure how she would react to this, and I think I was a little amazed that I had said it at all, but I wanted to see her naked again. And I didn't seem to care who was in the room below us, or much of anything else.

I had left the window shades at about the halfway mark, so there was plenty of daylight. Marilyn stood there and reached her hands behind her and undid the top of her suit. Then she moved her arms forward to let the straps slide down to her hands. Then she dropped her top on the floor, and stood there giving me a full view of her breasts. Then she moved her hands down and started sliding the bottom half off. When it got to her ankles, she kicked it onto the floor and stood there naked for me.

Her body was even sexier than I remembered. When I had seen her yesterday morning, the whole situation was so weird I hadn't really been able to relax and just look at every part of her the way I wanted. And last night, aside from the lightning strikes, we had been mostly in the dark. So I loved this chance to see her in full daylight, and I loved that she had gotten naked for me without any question at all.

I just sat there staring. I wanted to fix this moment in my memory forever. Marilyn was watching me looking at her body. Unlike yesterday morning, she seemed to be enjoying being naked for me, and enjoying the fact that I thought she was sexy and wanted her to get naked for me.

"You know we can't do anything right now," she said. "We absolutely can't afford to have anyone wondering about anything at all." Still, she was walking towards me. I was sitting there on the edge of the bed with my legs open the leave room for her and when she got to me, I leaned forward and began kissing her breasts and sucking on her nipples.

She gasped when I began sucking on her nipples, but then tried not to make any more noise, even as I felt her nipples get hard between my lips. "That feels so good Ricky," she whispered. Then she stood up and said, "Stay right where you are." She leaned down and unbuttoned my shorts and began pulling them off. I lifted my butt to make it easy for her, and when she was done, she tossed my shorts on the floor.

She kneeled down again, and stared intently at my cock. I was already hard from her having gotten naked and from sucking on her nipples. She took my cock in her hand and pulled it forward and started kissing the tip. Then she quickly took it in her mouth and began sucking on me.

I loved how warm and velvety her mouth felt wrapped around my cock, and I loved watching her sucking on me. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

She kept on sucking on me, moving faster and taking my balls in her hand and cradling them. I knew I had to keep quiet, but it wasn't easy. I could feel my balls starting to clench, and I knew I was about to come. I had no idea how she would feel about my coming in her mouth. I didn't want to freak her out or gross her out.

"You probably need to stop," I whispered. "I'm about to come."

I couldn't tell for sure if she heard me, but she began to suck on me even faster, and take me even further into her mouth.

Suddenly I felt myself coming, shooting everything I had as hard as I could. Marilyn hadn't stopped at all. She was still sucking vigorously, and swallowing everything as I came. Even when I was done, she kept sucking and running her tongue around the tip of my cock to see if there was anything more.

She held onto my cock in her mouth even as I started getting soft. Finally, she pulled her head away and let my cock loose. She looked up at me. I could see little drops of come on either side of her mouth. "Was that okay, Ricky? I've never done that before."

"It was perfect. It was amazing," I whispered. "It was beautiful."

"I loved swallowing you. It just felt incredibly sexy and intimate. I loved tasting you that way. I was just worried about what you might think of me doing that."

I leaned forward and kissed her, wanting to taste myself in her mouth. She was kissing me back eagerly, realizing that I hadn't been grossed out by anything she had done.

After a little while, she stopped and stood up again. "I loved this Ricky, and I would love to stay, but I need to get back to my room. I don't want us to end up doing anything that will mess up our situation. Okay?

"But thank you. I love that you want to see me naked. I love how sexy and hot you make me feel."

She stepped back and picked up the two halves of her bathing suit and put them back on. Then she walked as quietly as she could to the door and opened it softly and left.

I was frustrated. She was right of course. Having anyone figure out what we were doing would be problematic no matter what, but the fact that we were cousins -- first cousins -- would've created a huge scandal in our extended family vacation. (Would it be enough to make her parents -- and mine -- wish they had Billy back again?)

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