Snowbound, Page 2
By Leslie Schmidt
The next Friday night Billy came home earlier than expected. There was a school dance, it was supposed to run until 11, then he and his girlfriend were planning to go to a party. Everyone was surprised when he came through the door at 9:30 and went straight to his room without saying a word—obviously something was very wrong.
After a few minutes Margret got up from watching TV and went down the hall. She knocked gently on the door, “Billy, can I come in?” “OK,” he said. His voice was low, not just to keep from waking his little brother but also from something else. “Things not go well at the dance?” she asked as she sat down on the bed where he was reading a book with a detachable reading light. He looked up at his mother, not sure what to say so all he did was shake his head and look back down at the book. “Well,” she said, “I'm sorry, hun.” She put her hand on his thigh. “School dances are that way, either they're great or a disaster.” He looked up and gave his mom a little smile. “Thanks Mom,” he said. “I'm sorry, I was rude when I came in.” “That's OK. Did she break up with you?” “Yeah,” he paused. “Ron Tomlinson was there. I think she was planning to meet him.” “That's pretty nasty—not very honest.” She got up, then leaned down and kissed her son on the forehead. “I'm sorry. She'll probably realize what she gave up in a couple of weeks.” He looked up at her and the realization came to him that there were much bigger problems in the world than his ex-girlfriend. “Did you hear from Dad today?” “Yeah. He said things are going fine. He works 16 hours a day, that's about all. I told him to call on Sunday morning—I'd make sure you were home to talk to him.” “Thanks.” “If you want, come out and join us for a while.” “I'll be out in a few.” Twenty minutes later he came out to the living room. The TV was off and the poker chips had been broken out. So had the potato chips, Dr. Pepper and Lowenbrau. “Come on and join, I'll deal you in,” Sherry said. After the second hand Bill was sent into the kitchen for reinforcements. “Mom, can I have a beer?” Margret paused, “I guess so. Don't you have to work tomorrow?” “Not until five.” The fridge door closed and he came back in carrying three longnecks hanging from his knuckles and a can of DP in the other hand. “You look like you've had a bit too much experience carrying,” his mom commented dryly. “By the way, we're all going down to Springfield tomorrow to visit the Johannsons. I guess you won't mind missing it.” Bill rolled his eyes. “No, that's alright,” Bill said with a sarcastic voice. “Oh Mommy, do I have to go? They're so boring,” Marie said to her mother. “Yes dear,” she responded, “you can't stay here alone all day.” “But Billy's going to be here!” Sherry looked at her nephew. “He has to work, dear.” “Not until five.” “I don't mind,” Bill said. “I wasn't planning on doing anything but watch basketball.” “See!!!” Marie said. “Honey, we won't be home 'til late. You can't stay home alone like that on a Saturday night.” Marie looked down and pouted, she really hated going and visiting her mother and aunt's friend. They didn't have any kids and there was absolutely nothing to do. The game continued around and, on the next hand, Marie drew a full house. She knew she had to be careful to keep the bidding going so, she kept just raising a red chip every time. Sherry folded early and Bill two bids later. Now it was up to Marie and her aunt and they went back and forth for five more bids until, finally, Marie lost her nerve. “I'll see your three and call,” she said. Margret looked around with a smile, then put her cards down. “Two pairs, Kings over 10s.” Marie grinned: “FULL HOUSE! Sevens and threes! Woo...Wooo...Wooo!” She pumped her arms over her head. Everyone started to laugh and then she grabbed her cousin's beer and took a swig. The two mothers looked at each other in surprise, not sure how to react. Then Sherry shrugged. “Go get us another round, Marie,” Sherry said. When she came back she was carrying four. The game got more lively as it went on, especially for the two youngsters and more especially for Marie. About half way through her first beer things started to be in a bit of a haze and she realized that her nose was numb. She slowly got more and more giggly and her poker playing (usually she was pretty good) really suffered. The two adults smiled at the ten year old as she descended into complete inebriation on two beers. At about eleven her mother had Bill carry her to her room and dump her on her bed, fully clothed. “Here,” she said, “give me a hand getting her in her PJ's.” This really surprised Bill. “Look in her top drawer.” Bill pulled open the drawer and found a set of flannel pajamas bunched up in a ball on top. He turned around just as Sherry pulled the sweatshirt off her half conscious daughter. The girl swayed, sitting up, now topless. Bill looked at her, his eyes large. She was still completely flat, her chest had the same proportions of his little brother but, somehow, on a girl with her wavy dark hair that didn't quite reach her shoulders, she was incredibly sexy. She flopped back on the pillow, her arms over her head. “I'm not sleepy,” she murmured in a slurred voice. “I think you're going to sleep pretty well tonight,” her mother said. She reached down and pulled at one of her stockings, then the other, then started undoing her belt and fly. Bill stood there, his blood pressure rising, not sure whether he should leave or not. He was just drunk enough to stick around and risk an awkward moment with Marie's mother. She started working at pulling the girl's pants down but couldn't quite get them over her hips. “Grab the cuffs and pull,” Sherry said. Bill's cock was growing in his pants. He stepped to the end of the bed and grasped the cuffs of the girls jeans, lifting her legs, and gave one big heave. Her hips lifted off the bed and the pants came free, pulling down to her knees and taking her blue panties with them. The blood rushed in Bill's ears when he saw his cousin's bare pussy. He pulled again and the pants came off her feet, leaving the panties around the ten year olds ankles. Sherry looked up at Bill and, seeing the look on his face, her eyes then went down to his crotch where his straining cock made a clear lump in his pants. She said, “Nice surprise for you, huh?” Then she removed the child's panties from her feet and dropped them on the floor. “Let's get those on her.” She nodded toward the PJs that Bill had dropped on the end of the bed. She picked up the bottoms. “Come on, girl, lets get you dressed.” She sat her back up, then swung her feet around on to the floor. When she let go of her daughter to start working the bottoms over her feet, she fell back on the bed again. With her laying down flat, her butt half hanging off the edge of the bed, her hips were pushed forward and her thighs naturally spread apart slightly. For Bill, this was about the sexiest thing he had ever seen. This was something new, he had screwed around with three girls before this, two one-night stands after parties and then a regular girlfriend over the summer, but the youngest of them had been 15 and was fully developed. Marie was, well, she was still a girl—flat chested and hairless pussy—but she wasn't a little girl. If you weren't especially hung up about tits, all the parts were their, big enough to be interesting, just smoother and totally sexier. He had real difficulty not staring. Marie sort of came to and rocked her head from side to side. “Why am I naked?” she asked her mother. Sherry was working the pajama bottoms over her feet. “We're getting you ready for bed, dear.” “And Billy's here.” Her speech was slured. “Yes, he's helping me—you've gotten too big for me to dress by myself.” She pulled the flannel bottoms up to her knees. “Pick her up standing so I can get these on her.” Bill stepped around Sherry and reached down. He pulled the naked girl up. She put her arms around his neck. He was painfully aware of her warm soft skin against his hands and arms. For a moment, until Sherry worked the bottoms to her hips, he could feel her warm pussy through his pants against his thigh. Sherry worked the pants up around her waist, then Bill sat her back down on the bed. She remained sitting. “Here, let's get your top on.” Sherry worked the girl's arms into the shirt, then pulled it over her head and down over her torso. “Pick her up while I turn down the bed.” Bill picked his little cousin up and held her while the bed covers were pulled down, then he lay her on the sheets, her head on the pillow. Sherry pulled the covers over her. “Good night dear, you'll sleep well tonight.” “Good night Mommy,” she murmured. They left the door ajar. “Thank you Bill,” Sherry said. “Good night Aunt Sherry.” Bill went into his room and quickly pulled off his clothes. There was a dull ache of blue balls and his cock was at half mast. He climbed into the bed without closing the door (Sherry and Margret had closed theirs) and gathered the sheets and the inner blanket in his hands, wrapping them around his cock. He looked at his little brother to make sure he was still asleep, then started jerking off into the sheets. Marie lay in the bed looking at the dim strips of light across the ceiling from a night light that was in the hallway across from her half opened door. Then it seemed to her that the room started a slow rotation to the left. For some reason, the lights on the ceiling kept shifting over to the right, then snapping back. Then her bed started to roll to the left. She sat up and tried to clear her head. The house was quiet except for a soft swishing sound somewhere—maybe the cat was scratching herself. She lay back down and closed her eyes. That's when the bed started to pitch up, her feet rising above her head. She grabbed the edges of the mattress with both hands to keep from falling.... Bill kept the image of his cousin's full pussy lips, her legs just slightly apart, her lovely flat chest, in his mind as he quickly built. As he had walked around his aunt he had gotten a real good look up between her legs. Her clean lips met all the way down, no ugly 'roast beef' sticking out from between them. He kept seeing her again and again and he started blowing his spunk into his sheets, humping to meet both hands as he pumped his goo. After that, he relaxed back, still holding his hard cock through the blanket and sheet, and started to drift off to sleep. He was jolted awake by the BANG! of a door. The light in the bathroom next door came on and then he heard a choking sound, then the loud plopping sound of someone throwing up in the toilet. “Agghh.” He recognized Marie's voice, then more plopping and then she started to cough. “Shit,” he said to himself. He jumped out of bed and quickly found his undershorts and pulled them on. When he came into the bathroom, Marie was kneeling in front of the toilet, her arms on the seat, her head on one arm. There was vomit on the mat and floor, more had splashed against the wall next to the toilet. His cousin looked up. “Oh Bil-lil-lil-ly” she softly cried. She held her arms up. Her shirt was covered in what used to be her dinner and desert, as was one of her thighs. For a moment Bill almost laughed, he was amazed that she could have held so much puke. Another wave of nausea bent her over the toilet again and she heaved twice before more orangish-brown vomit spilled out of her mouth and nose into the bowl. Bill stepped carefully around the splashes of half digested chicken, potatoes, salad, and chocolate cake, then stooped down next to her. He put one hand gently on the back of her neck and with the other squeezed her hand that was holding on to the seat for dear life. “Geez, Marie,” he said. “G...go close the d...door. Mom'll kill me!” Bill went and closed the door, then went back to his cousin. “You done?” he asked. She sat up, nodding. “I...i think so.” She leaned back on her heals but kept on going. Bill grabbed her as she fell and ended up sitting on the floor leaning against the tub that was opposite the toilet. “Christ, Marie, what a mess.” He stood up and surveyed the scene. The room reeked of puke. The sight of what was in the toilet almost made him puke—he pushed the flush handle. “You're a mess,” he said, looking down at his vomit covered cousin. She just sat there, panting, looking up at him. Her pajamas stuck to her where there was vomit clinging to them. There was more bits clinging to the ends of some of her hair. The rest of her was shiny with sweat. “I need to get you in the shower,” Bill said. He pulled the curtain closed, she blocked part of it, then reached over her to turn on the water. She just sat there as he bent over her, adjusting the temperature. He stood up. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up.” He stooped down and carefully worked her top up and off of her, trying real hard not to get more puke on her. “Come on, stand up,” he said, pulling her up under her arms. Marie was actually able to help, she stood up but swayed unsteadily, looking at him. He stooped down in front of her and pulled at the sides of her bottoms. They slipped over her hips and crumpled to the floor around her ankles. For a moment, Bill was eye level with her snatch. He could see it close up, the clean pussy—not a hint of hair—full lips. He had the urge to lean forward and run his tongue along her slit but didn't. He stood up. “Get in the shower,” he said. Marie stepped out of her PJ bottoms and went into the shower, then Bill turned and surveyed the room. He used towels from the cabinet and a spray bottle of cleaner to clear away the puke. Gathering the whole mess up into a bundle, wrapped in the bath mat, he carried it all, mat, towels and PJs, down to the basement dumped it in front of the washer. Then he went back upstairs. There was no movement in the shower. “Marie?” he called through the curtain. No response. He peeked around the curtain. Marie was laying in the tub, the shower spraying water over her—passed out. “Crap!” Bill muttered. At this point the novelty of the naked ten year old was beginning to wear off—now she was more like a drunk, passed-out chick. “Marie!” he rocked her—no response. He turned off the water. “Marie!” Again he pushed at her shoulder. “What? Oh?!” she grunted. She stood up, “Can I have a towel?” Bill got another towel out and handed it to her. He watched her while she dried off, then she wrapped the towel around herself. “Are you OK now?” he asked. Marie looked at herself in the mirror, then around the bathroom. “Thank you,” she said in a small voice. “Brush your teeth,” he said. “You'll be alright?” “Yes.” Bill went back into his bedroom, his shorts were wet so he left them on the floor. A few minutes later the door to the bathroom opened and the light went out. Then he heard Marie's door closing. It took him a little longer to cum this time. Then he fell asleep. At seven o'clock in the morning, Sherry came into Marie's room. “Time to get up, dear.” The child opened her eyes, then closed them, the light was much too bright. “Come on dear, it's a long drive.” Marie lifted herself up with her arms and suddenly her head started pounding, she was weak, her mouth was dry, the muscles in her thighs and arms ached. She dropped back down on the pillow. “Oh Mommy, please let me sleep.” “Where are your pajamas?” Sherry asked, now she could see her daughter's naked shoulders and back. Marie rolled onto her side and tried to look at her mother. She put her hand to her forehead. “I got sick Mommy. I have a headache....” “Oh,” Sherry started to smile. “You drank too much beer last night, now you're learning.” She surveyed her daughter's form. She lifted the covers enough to see her hip, verifying that she was naked. “Where are your PJs?” Marie rolled onto her back, still holding her hand over her face. “I don't know,” she whined, “Billy took care of them.” Sherry stood up and walked out of the bedroom. Her sister was coming down the hall. “From the smell in there, seems someone had too much.” “Did she leave it a mess?!” Sherry asked. “No, it's cleaned up but there's a pile of really rank stuff down by the washer.” Sherry looked back at her daughter's bedroom. “What do you think Barbara will think of my hung over ten year old?” “You'd better let her sleep it off, Bill will look after her and she'll be alright for a couple of hours till we get home.” Stevey came walking up, dressed but carrying his shoes. “Looks like it's only you today, kid,” Margret said to her youngest. “I'll tell Marie,” Sherry said. Half an hour later the three climbed into the freezing cold car. There were just a few snowflakes on the windshield that had collected after Sherry had scraped the ice off. * * * At 10:13 Bill rolled out of bed...his bladder was just too full to ignore. After a really long piss he turned around and started the shower. He looked around, seems he had done a reasonable job of cleaning up after last night. The water felt good as he showered. When he stepped out he went to the linen cabinet for a towel and pulled out the last one—an old faded 'Finding Nemo' beach towel. That's when he remembered the mess he had left on the floor in the basement. After he had dried off he threw the towel over his shoulder and headed for the basement—his mother would be pissed if he left it. As he passed through the livingroom he noticed that it was snowing really hard. “Fuck,” he said to himself, “work is going to suck.” He had to rinse the dried and drying puke off towels and the mat in the laundry tub—the process almost made him puke. Still, as he worked he went over in his mind the sights of the night before and he decided it was well worth it. As he set the washer to fill and put detergent in it he really began to feel horny again. His dick started to grow and, a couple of times, he 'gave it a hand'. He was looking forward to a soft piece of velor he kept in his dresser as he started up the stairs. “Marie!” he said when he came into the kitchen. The girl turned from the fridge where she had been looking for something to eat. Bill was completely frozen—he didn't know what to do. He was standing in the doorway at the top of the stairs, stark naked in front of his little cousin. Anything that he did would make him look ridiculous. He quickly recovered from his surprise. “I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't know you were here.” He started to walk across the kitchen toward the bedrooms. For her part, Marie had been thinking about what had happened last night. She felt embarrassed about having thrown up the way she did, she also realized that she owed her cousin a grateful apology for taking care of her. She was also a little embarrassed, but also a little pleased, that he had seen her. For some reason, she remembered the look on his face when she was laying on the bed, then later when she was in the shower, and she knew that he liked what he saw. As he walked through the room, her eyes followed him. She didn't know much about men but she did know that he was very good looking—sort of a Greek statue figure. “Hey,” she said, [he stopped in the doorway] “it's unfair that you got to look at me last night and now I don't get a look.” Bill turned, surprised by her but much more surprised by his reaction. He knew he WANTED her to look. His stomach and throat suddenly felt tight, along with a tightening in his cock. “Sure.” He walked back and leaned up against the counter, just opposite of where she was standing at the fridge. Marie looked at him with an inquiring expression on her face. She turned her head sideways a little, first to the right, then to the left. She walked closer, bending down for a closer look. Bill, still very amused and getting a little bit firmer, pushed himself up so he was now sitting on the edge of the counter. Marie bent down even closer. She pointed just to the side of his cock, at his balls. “Is that where the sperms come from?” “I guess so,” Bill said. “Make it hard. I can see it growing.” “Ahhhh,...” “Do you need to have the sperms come out? I've heard that if a guy gets hard he has to have his sperms come out or his balls hurt.” She peered around. “Make the sperms come out.” “Ummm...” he took her hand and pulled it to his cock, “rub it.” Marie giggled and pulled her hand back. “Nooo!” she laughed. “You do it.” Bill looked at his little cousin. Did she really know what was going on? “I've heard that boys rub themselves and make their sperms come out. I want you to do it.” The idea of jerking off while his cute little cousin watched was really exciting to Bill. He took his cock in his left fist. “Ok, but this takes a couple of minutes.” He pushed back so he was sitting properly on the kitchen counter. His dick grew quickly to full hardness and Marie stared at it, kind of fascinated. Billy wasn't nearly as big as Mr. Warren, maybe eight inches long and a big around as a broom handle, but now she was getting a real good look at the package. It looked like the reddish head was straining, under pressure, as was the shaft that bent up slightly. Below, the two loose sacks seemed to have relaxed, now the shape of the testicles was clear in the wrinkly scrotum. Billy's breath was getting short and he was pulling harder on his cock, he was also beginning to rock with his strokes. As he jerked off he tried not to look directly at Marie, instead he kept the picture of her laying sideways on the bed, her feet on the floor, in his mind. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew that it was really perverted to be so turned on by jerking off in front of a girl, then he remembered how, once, he had jerked off while watching his girlfriend do the same (they had been in the woods, it was cold and they both were bundled up. They had agreed that this was the best way to 'take care of their needs' while not freezing their asses off. He had pulled his cock out of his fly while she pushed her hand down in her jeans). Then his mind went back to the image of Marie laying in the bathtub.... “Ugh,...ha...here...it...” When the first gob of white goo shot out, Marie tried to jump back but she wasn't quick enough and most of it splattered on the front of her flannel night gown. She also felt a warm wetness plop on her foot. Another, weaker stream of cum flipped out and landed on the floor between them, the rest dribbled out over Bill's hand onto the countertop. He was panting, no longer stroking his dick. “Did that feel good?” Marie giggled. “Oh yeah.” Marie pulled her nightgown away from her and looked down. “Sometimes guys do that in a girl's mouth.” With one finger she gathered up a glob and rubbed it between her fingers. “Slimy,” she said. Then she sniffed it, then put her finger in her mouth. Bill watched in amazement as his ten year old cousin tasted his sperm. Then she bent down and gathered the dollup off her foot and did the same. “Doesn't taste much...just real slimy,” she said. Then she stood back up. “That was cool.” Bill's mouth hung open as he watched her run out of the room. Ten minutes later, Bill (now dressed in jeans and a Black Hawks sweater) was searching around the kitchen for some food. Marie came in wearing a pink Tinkerbell sweatsuit and fluffy slippers that were made to look like cats. “I guess you're feeling better?” Bill asked. “Are you?” Marie responded with a smile. “Ummm...yeah. Feeling a lot better. So, when am I going to get to see you feel better?” “You're nosey.” she said. Then, in a really saucy voice, “Maybe later.” She paused,“Right now, I'm hungry.” “I think I'll make some eggs and toast.” “Great!” Bill looked at his cousin's eyes, they didn't look bloodshot. “So, how'd you talk your Mom into letting you stay?” “I felt like shit when Mom wanted me to go this morning. Thank God I didn't have to.” Bill looked out the window, at least two inches of new snow had fallen. “It sure is coming down, no fun driving.” “What ya going to do today?” Marie asked as Bill put a plate with scrambled eggs and two pieces of toast down in front of her. “I have a report to write for school,” he said, “then I work from five to ten.” “Going out?” Marie asked. Then she remembered the night before and saw the discouraged look on her cousin's face. “Oh, I'm sorry,...that was stupid of me.” “It's OK,” he said. “Maybe I'll see if I can hook up with a couple of my friends, see if there are any parties around.” “I'll do the dishes so you can study,” Marie offered. The rest of the morning was pretty quiet as the snow built up outside. A couple of times snow plows went buy, making a wall across the entrance to the driveway. At about noon, Bill came down from his room and went out the front door onto the porch. Marie followed in her slippers, they stood under the cover, a mound of snow had built up where the steps went down into the front yard. “Fuck, it's going to take me a half hour to shovel the driveway so I can get Dad's truck out.” “Let's go in and look at the forecast,” Marie said. They closed the door behind them, Bill grabbed the remote and was about to switch to The Weather Channel when they hear the familiar voice of Tom Skilling on WGN. “This is really turning out to be quite a snow event,” he said. Behind him was a map of Northern Illinois that was titled 'Expected Snowfall Amounts.' “As you can see, the northern suburbs and most of the city will escape the worst of it but south and west of the Chicago you can expect accumulations of up to 18 inches. It's even worse downstate where Springfield can expect more than two feet of snow.” “IDOT is reporting treacherous conditions on I-80, 55, and 57. And, 88 and 90 aren't too much better. So far, the Tri-State and Eisenhower are doing OK and the Edens is clear but don't expect that to last much longer. The Kennedy is backed up near O'hare. The State Police are asking anyone planning to travel today to please consider other options. O'hare's reporting delays of up to two hours and this is causing a nationwide airline bottleneck.” “I expect the snowfall to taper off now in Chicagoland but down south of us can expect it to continue falling for at least another eight hours.” “I'd better call Mom,” Bill said. “Hi honey,” his mom said over the phone. “Yes, we're alright but it looks like you might have to watch your cousin overnight.” “Have you gotten there?” Bill asked. “Yeah, we just arrived about an hour ago but it was really bad. Just when we started thinking about turning around the radio said there was a wreak just south of Joulette and that the freeway was backing up. We decided to keep going.” They talked for a few more minutes, then Bill handed his cell to Marie. “Your Mom wants to talk to you.” “You'll be alright there with Billy?” she asked. “Sure Mom.” “Let's not have a repeat of last night. I don't want you drinking unless I'm there.” Marie, who happened to be standing next to the fridge at the time opened it. “I won't, anyway, looks like all the beer's gone.” “Now you behave for your cousin and keep the doors locked and you can only use the microwave while he's a work.” “Yes Mom,” Marie had a 'shining her on' tone in her voice. The conversation ended and she handed the cell back to her cousin. The late night and other events were beginning to have their affect on Marie and she was getting sleepy. Quite suddenly a wave of exhaustion came over her. “I think I'm going to take a nap,” she said as Bill searched the channels for something to watch. She climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Her bed was unmade and looked really inviting. She stepped out of her slippers. The furnace was running at that moment and, the way the ducts were built in the old house, her room was always warmer that most of the other rooms. She pulled her sweatshirt off over her head, then pushed her pants down. She hadn't intended it, but her panties went with them and, with a giggle to herself, she crawled onto the bed and lay down on her stomach, slipping her legs under the covers, then pulling them up over her shoulders. It was less than a minute before she was sound asleep. Two hours later she woke up. She flopped over on her back and looked at the window. Snow had built up on the frame, a heavy, wet snow that covered half of the bottom pane. She stared at the ceiling in the grayish light, then rolled over to sleep again. But, this time, her mind was wondering. She remembered the night before, her mother undressing her in front of her cousin, then being in the shower, feeling his eyes on her, then watching him stroking himself. She remembered seeing Mr. Warren in the dark hallway, then the feeling of Vickie rubbing her with the vibrator. She moved her hand down under herself, feeling the softness of her vulva then moving a finger along her slit. She started moving her finger back and forth across her clit. As the tight feelings started in her stomach and began to spread she again felt too warm, the furnace was running and a current of warm air was hitting her face. She worked the covers down off her shoulders to the small of her back as she got more excited. She was building higher, now humping against her hand, breathing deeper. The backs of her thighs broke out in a sweat, her pussy was getting quite wet. She spread her legs further under the covers and started moving her hips with more authority. She usually masturbated this way, laying on her stomach with her hand under her, fingering her cunt. Her breath was beginning to become short and the tension was really building in her tummy but she was so hot. She realized that the backs of her knees were even sweaty. Moving her feet and legs, she worked the covers down further, uncovering her butt. She worked them down even further, moving her legs and butt, then gave up and lifted up on her knees, the blankets and sheets fell to her calves. She flopped back down on her stomach and went back to masturbating, now completely uncovered except for her legs below her knees. Meanwhile, the game that Billy had been watching had ended and he decided to go back to his room to work a little more on his school project before getting ready for work. As he passed Marie's door, it was slightly ajar, he peeked through and stopped in his tracks. From the door, he could see Marie laying on the bed, on her stomach, the covers only up to her knees. She was naked, rocking her butt in the air, her legs apart. He could see her fingers, now two of them, pressed between the lips of her clam. She was flexing them, quickly scratching at her clit, pulling the lips apart so he could see her inner lips and some of her dark pink vagina. She lifted her hips and pushed her other hand down underneath herself, this one snaking between the first and the bed. She reached further down and bent her fingers around and pushed at the opening of her cunt with her middle finger. Before, Marie had never really wanted to push her fingers up inside her but, after the feeling of Vickie's dildo in her cunt, she was curious. She reached down with her free hand and pushed her finger at the opening. It was a bit awkward but she pushed up inside herself, feeling the incredibly soft and moist skin of her snatch, sliding inside herself to the second knuckle. Bill's cock was crying out, straining at his jeans. He didn't want to disturb her but, considering that she had watched him wank off just a couple of hours earlier, he wasn't too concerned about being caught watching her. As quietly as he could, he undid his trousers and unzipped, pulling his member out, and started stroking himself. Marie now had two fingers pushed inside her cunt. She was breathing hard, humping against her hand, her shoulders hunched so she could reach down, her upper chest pushed into the mattress, her hips lifted off the bed. She had her legs spread very wide as she suspended her pelvis just off the bed and humped against her hands, two fingers buried deep inside her pussy. She lifted her head, looked forward at the headboard, craning her neck as she was overcome. She dropped her hips onto the bed and humped madly against her hands. “Oh,...oh,...oh,...” she grunted as her pussy shivered around her fingers. Then she seemed to freeze there, panting. She turned her head to the wall, breathing hard, her back and thighs shining with sweat. Bill was beyond himself. He had a massive hard-on in his hands and already there were strings of precum dripping down onto the floor. He really wasn't thinking clearly any more as he worked his pants down, then stepped out of them. While he was pulling his shirt off over his head his elbow hit the door, making a hollow “thump” and pushing it open more. She turned her head and her eyes grew in surprise when she saw her cousin standing there, naked with his hard-on in his hand. “Bill..ly...” she said with somewhere between a whine and a giggle. He walked into the room, standing over her next to the bed. Without thinking much, Marie rolled over on the bed, as if to make room, but in doing so, she rolled up an one elbow and lifted one of her knees, spreading her legs and giving Bill one of the most inviting poses possible. Bill simply knelt down on the bed, putting first one knee and, after she shifted, laying down on her back, his other, between hers. Months later, Marie would realize that the first time she ever touched a cock, it was pushing inside her. All Bill did was lean down and position his dickhead, then with gentle pressure, his dick slid into his little cousin's cunt. Neither of them had thought much about it, they certainly hadn't talked about it, but now Bill was fucking his ten year old cousin. For Marie, the feeling of his warm dick sliding inside her, his warmth on top of her, the feeling of his skin against hers, it was intoxicating. As they started to rock together, sliding in and out, she lost all sense what she was doing except for the here and now. Bill had fucked three different girlfriends, all his age, but this was completely new. The smallness of Marie, her smoothness and softness, was incredible. He lifted up on his hands and looked down at her hairless cunt, accepting his cock as she flared her hips up to meet him. He lowered himself back down on his elbows, sliding one hand under her back and cradling her head with the other. He made short, quick strokes in, then slowly pulled out. With each shove, Marie would grunt. As he speeded up her eyes lost focus and she looked at the ceiling beyond him. Her tightness and wetness made him quickly build as Marie's grunts morphed into groans and she held his shoulders tighter. She was moving faster, pushing back at him with every stroke. She lifted her legs and clamped them around his ass as he slammed harder into her. Then he felt her shiver and she squeezed around him, making a high-pitched 'MMMMMMmmmm.' Her pussy shivered too and she bit his collarbone as she came. Two shoves later, banging them both against the headboard, Bill shot his jez, filling the little girl's cunt with sperm, pumping a dozen times as he slammed his cock into the top of her cunt. Now, as they both calmed down, Bill rolled to his side, pulling Marie with him so his dick stayed deep in her vagina, and wrapped in each other's arms, they lay and panted. The sweat was cool on both of them and, still coupled, they managed to work the covers up over themselves. Marie looked at her cousin giggled while she held them together, her leg wrapped around his thigh. Billy pulled the covers up over their shoulders, holding her against himself. He looked down into her brown eyes and she giggled again, wiggling her snatch against him. It was only then, with his dick still deep inside his preteen cousin's cum filled cunt, that Bill kissed his little lover.