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About half way across the lake I looked at my sister. “Donna, shouldn’t you put your suit back on?”

Some cabins were coming into view and we’d be just a few yards out, motoring along in front of a whole bunch after I rounded the island.

She sat up and looked around. “Shit,” she said.

She crawled to where her suit was dropped, then sat on the deck and worked the bottoms on but stayed topless. When we got to the dock, Grandma was there, sitting on a folding chair reading. I pulled up and Donna jumped off onto the dock.

“Hi Grammie,” Donna said as she passed, carrying her suit top.

Grandma’s eyes followed her but she didn’t say anything.

That’s exactly the way Donna spent the rest of the morning—topless. I worked on windows and repaired a screen door while the girls ran around, staying amused. At one point they dove off the end of the dock, then made a racket about it being too cold. There were cold cuts and chips for lunch, then it quieted down as Maggie sat and read while Donna napped in the sun out on the deck—now completely naked.

Grandma had run a load of wash and, as she went by with a basket of wet clothes, I jumped up to help her at the line. We worked hanging things and talked.

“Donna is proving her reputation,” I said.

“Yeah, she’s always been pretty wild,” Grandma said. “But don’t believe Maggie’s all innocent act either. She’s probably even crazier then her cousin. Certainly more than Donna was at her age.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Remember, I spent Christmas with them last year, your aunt Darla has a real challenge. Then again, I didn’t raise either of my kids to be shrinking Violets either.”

“She’s not very happy, the way Donna’s treating her.”

“Believe, she can give just as well as your sister,” she said. “Hopefully no one will get hurt. I saw her trip her brother at the top of an escalator once, could have killed him.”

“What did Darla do?”

“She laughed.”

We finished up hanging out the clothes.

“Would you go into town for me,” Grandma asked, “I have a little shopping list.”

“Sure.”

“And take your little cousin and replace that hideous bathing suit of hers. I have a reputation too.”

We entered the cabin and I walked to the door that opened to the deck. The girls had moved down to the dock. Now they were both laying out—and they were both naked.

“Maybe she doesn’t need that suit,” I said over my shoulder to Grandma.

I heard her gasp. “Damn, those girl’s ‘ill get me in trouble doing that!” She headed out the door and down the path to the dock.

Grandma’s old Chevy Nova was somewhere between being old and a classic. Four door with bench seats, an in-line six-banger and automatic transmission. I was pleased when Maggie moved to the middle seat and leaned against me on the drive to McGregor for the groceries. It took a little searching for a suit—there are only a few shops that cater to tourists passing through, but we finally found a bright orange bikini that was probably too big for her.

When we got in the car she slid right over next to me up and pulled me down and kissed me. I was really surprised when I felt her tongue against my lips. I’m not sure any of the locals would have appreciated seeing a 20 year old frenching a nine year old, so I had to break the kiss short.

“Wow, what was that for?” I asked.

“Thank you for searching for me,” she said.

“Why did you only have such an ugly suit?” I asked.

“I couldn’t find my other one when I was packing.”

As soon as we got home Maggie ran off to take a bath.

After we ate we sat around the picnic table on the deck and played cards. Not long before it got completely dark, Grandma came out with some weed.

The game of gin-rummy went on for a couple of hours and, during the play, Donna made big use of the wine bottle and the bowl. Finally, around 10:30, she put her head on her arms and started to snore.

“I think that one’s done for the night,” Grandma said.

“Seems that way.”

Grandma went around and tried to rouse her. All that got was a drunken, “Leave me alone…”

Grandma looked at me. “She’s too big for me to carry.”

I picked my sister up and carried her into the bedroom, after Grandma had pulled the covers down, I lay her on the bed. She still had her shoes on.

“Let’s get her undressed,” Grandma said.

As she untied Donna’s shoes, I pulled up on her shirt. It came free, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Next I undid her belt and pants, then went around and pulled at the cuffs. I lifted her butt off the bed before they pulled free, taking her panties with them.

Grandma looked at me. “If I were into younger women…”

I grinned back.

“You just be sure you’re careful, she’s not nine anymore,” she continued. Then, looking over her shoulder at Maggie who was standing in the doorway; “You don’t have to worry, though.”

I don’t think Maggie understood, but I did.

Grandma reached down and pulled Donna’s panties off her feet then I covered her up. “There was a time…I’m too old now, I’d feel ridiculous with a girl.”

We went back out into the living room and finished the hand. Afterward, Grandma said good night and closed her door.

“Well, I think it’s my bedtime too,” I told Maggie.

She looked up at me, her face mostly covered by her hair. “Can I stay out here with you?”

My heart sped up. “Of course, that’d be great,” I responded.

She disappeared into the bathroom and, after brushing her teeth, went into the bedroom while I used the bathroom. When I came out she was already laying on the bed, on top of the covers, looking through a magazine. She had on her nightgown, through the thin cotton I could see the outline of her panties and the shape of her.

I pulled on the covers and she rolled to the side, then we both worked under the sheet and thin blanket. It was a warm evening; a slight breeze had moved the smoke across the room and out the windows in the kitchen. She rolled onto her side, still holding the magazine.

“You want to read?” I asked.

“Just a second,” she said, turning the page of the ‘Seventeen.’

I cuddled up behind her and read over her shoulder—I remember it was a story about Patrick Dempsey and the older women he had married. Outside on the lake a couple of loons called and a goose made at thumping sound. I was laying against her, like spoons. I had worked my left arm under her head and had it down across her torso with my hand on her ribs. My other hand was on her thigh. I had tucked my dick between my thighs where it was definitely firming.

She closed the magazine and half turned to look at me. In a small voice she said, “You can rub me--if you want.”

My heart started pounding and I felt faint…I almost said something stupid like ‘huh,’ but instead I started moving my hand up and down her thigh. She twisted back even further and awkwardly kissed my cheek, then she rolled some toward me. I moved my hand down, pressing between her legs through the cotton of her night gown.

I could feel just a hint of the shapes. Maggie breathed out, closing her eyes. She lifted her leg and looped in over my thigh, spreading her legs. I pulled up on her gown, now I could feel the warmth of her slit through the panties. I pushed my finger farther down between her legs and she flared her hips some as I pressed at the opening of her sex.

My cock had pushed its way between us and now was pressed between my thigh and her’s. She pushed against it, then pulled away as she started a slow humping.

“Please, inside my panties,” she whispered.

I pulled my hand away and used the opportunity to reposition my dick so it was up, now between my belly and her butt. Then I worked my hand up under her nightgown to the waist band of her panties, then underneath and onto her soft vulva.

Her slit was moist but not wet. The large lips on each side were soft and warm, as were the parts between. I moved my finger along the crevice, then flexed my finger against the fleshy ridge of her clit. Maggie’s breath became deeper and more regular as she started rocking her hips to meet my strokes. I pushed farther down and then pushed my finger at the opening of her vagina. Maggie sighed and spread her legs farther. I pushed my finger at the opening and the tip was admitted.

“Go slow,” she said. “I want you in me but if you push too hard it’ll hurt.”

I worked gently, moving my fingertip back and forth as I felt her entire body get warmer and more tense. She was beginning to make small vocalization, just little squeaks and grunts as I pushed inside her.

“Am I hurting you?” I whispered.

“No,” she said in a small voice. “It’s just a little scary. I’m very tender down there.”

When my finger slipped an entire knuckle inside her she bit her lips, but then her face relaxed and I felt her suddenly become much more moist. Soon my middle finger was inside her vagina to the second knuckle and was sliding in and out easily while I used my thumb to caress her clit with every push. Then I started working a second finger inside her.

The additional digit moved in much easier because Maggie had become more relaxed. She had pushed her panties down around her thighs, as far down as they could go and still allow her legs to part far enough for me to finger fuck her little cunt. I rolled back, pulling her with me, and freed up my other arm.

I pushed my left hand up her nightgown onto her chest, pulling at it. I was amazed to feel that her nipples, normally just penny sized dark patches on her flat chest, were sticking up in rounded lumps. I rubbed and gently pinched them only to have her writhe and moan. Now she put her hands on mine and started directing my movements in her crotch and on her chest as she built. Quite suddenly she gasped and I felt her shiver as she broke out in perspiration. She held still, flaring her hips against my hand and pushing her head into my shoulder as she came, shuddering twice before relaxing onto me.

I knew better than to keep up my assault, so I relaxed with her, keeping my two fingers buried in her puss, feeling her cervix between my fingertips.

“Oh,” she said under her voice. Then she started to roll over and I had to pull my hand out of her panties.

She sat up on her knees next to me and shook her head. Her hair was a tangled mess around her face and over her shoulders. Then she leaned down and kissed me, our tongues mixing for only the second time. When she lifted up again she was smiling. She looked up and down me, her eyes stopping at my cock—hard in my briefs.

“May I?” she said, holding her hand up over it.

I responded by pushing my shorts down some and freeing my dick.

She giggled, then put her hand around it.

“How’s it get so hard?” she asked.

“I don’t know, a rush of blood or something,” I responded, my voice was thick.

She ran her hand down and put it on my nuts. “And this is where the sperm comes from?”

“Yeah…” I was a little breathless.

“I don’t want to go all the way…not yet…but I want to feel it against me.”

“Uh-huh,” was all I could muster.

She rolled onto one of her hips and worked her panties over he knees and then off. Next she lifted up, her hips straight, and pulled her nightgown over her head. I know my eyes got huge at the site of her full crack and hairless pussy.

“Take these off,” she said, pulling at the elastic of my shorts.

I lost them quickly, then lay back. She lifted her leg and straddled me, like getting on a horse, and settled down with my dick along her slit. Then she started to rock back and forth.

“Oh, God that’s sexy,” I mumbled as I reached up and rubbed her nipples with my thumbs.

She put her hands on my shoulders and continued rocking. She had a smile on her face, looking down at me. “Mommy told me that this can be almost as good as really doing it—she calls it ‘fronting’ or something like that.”

Slowly her eyes closed and she pursed her lips. Then, as she moved harder and I started pushing up against her, her mouth opened as she tried to keep her breath.

I was building fast, just from having the top of my dick rub against my belly. I grabbed her and pulled her down on me, our chests together, her pussy and belly against my cock as she rocked back and forth. She pushed her legs down along side mine so she was laying totally on me from our chests to our thighs. She was a wonderful soft, warm blanket, pressing my cock head between our bellies while sliding her pussy against the shaft also. She got more violent, grinding her pussy into me, holding her head up, then occasionally leaning down and kissing me. She now had her arms on the mattress on either side of my shoulders as she rocked her hips and ground into me. I leaned up and gently bit her chin to which she pushed her face down and her tongue into my mouth. Then she wrapped her arms around my shoulders as best she could and squeezed me. I did the same while pushing and pulling on the nine year old—ensuring the greatest skin-to-skin contact as we both built.

I just couldn’t hold it any longer and started to blow my sperm between us, smearing up both our stomachs. She grunted again, pulling her hips against mine with her legs wrapped around the back of my thighs while also clutching to my chest. She bit my collarbone as she came with the feeling of my slime between us.

We both calmed down for a few moments, trying to catch our breath. Then she lifted up and we both looked down and the gooey mess between us. I had shot an enormous load of sperm against her belly, some ran down over my side and there was even some wetness all the way up onto her chest.

She sat up. “Ricky, that was great,” she said softly. Then she laughed. “But you made a big mess.” She rubbed some of my cum in a circle on her stomach.

Then the door to the bedroom crashed open and we heard Donna’s voice saying, “Holy Shit!” Then there were two steps and the door to the bathroom banged open. Next we heard her gagging and the sound of vomit splashing in the toilet.

Maggie had a totally shocked look on her face—I laughed and sat up.

“I guess I’d better go help her,” I said.

I swung my feet onto the floor, then found my shorts and wiped my cum off my stomach. The sound of dry heaves came from the bathroom.

I went in. Donna was still kneeling in front of the toilet, her body rocking and shuttering as she puked. I stood over her—and I couldn’t help but admire the site of her clam peaking out from between her thighs. I turned to the sink and turned on the hot water as she seemed to finish, now leaning on the toilet seat, panting. The water got hot and I wetted a wash cloth.

“Here,” I said, kneeling next to her and pushing her to the side. She fell onto her hip, then rolled onto her ass, one thigh along the floor, the other pulled up. She had puke on her chin, around her mouth, and on her nose. There was more on the ends of her hair, shuck to her shoulders and chest.

I flushed the toilet and started wiping her face. She leaned back against the wall, unaware of the awesome pussy show she was giving me. As I wiped her face, then tried to get some of the chunks out of her hair, I definitely checked her out.

Donna’s mound and slit were fairly small. They were plainly visible through the nascent dark hair that was just growing on her pubes. The way she was sitting, her lips were pulled apart and I could clearly see that her cherry was gone.

I stood up and rinsed out the wash cloth.

“Maybe you need to learn your limit,” Grandma said from the doorway.

“I’m sorry Grammie,” Donna said, truly contrite.

“Brush your teeth before you get back in bed,” she said, then turned away.

I helped my sick-drunk sister back into her bed, leaving her laying on her side and covering her up. Grandma came in with a large bowl (mixing, not smoking) and put it on the floor next to the bed.

“We’ll leave a light on in case you need it. Sweet dreams.”

I sat with her for a minute as she went back to sleep, then left the room but left the door open. Grandma was sitting on the couch; Maggie was lying, covered with the sheets, with her head in Grandma’s lap. Her shoulders were still bare.

“I guess I’ll leave you two to sleep, or whatever,” she said, getting up and straightening her nightgown.

“Good night Maggie dear.”

“Good night Grammie.”

She put her hand on my shoulder and pulled me near. “I don’t want any blood stains on the upholstery,” she whispered. Then, “Good night Ricky.” She kissed my cheek.

I turned off the light but there was the light coming in from Donna’s room. We snuggled together for the rest of the night but didn’t do anything. That is, until I woke up with a raging hard on at about 3 AM. I gently pulled the covers down so I could see Maggie’s naked body and, using her nightgown (that she had used to wipe the cum off her stomach and chest) I jerked off watching her sleep.

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