"Really Carl," Mona said, "I don't think the boy is really together enough to be hanging onto the back of Vicky's motorcycle while she blasts up and down the highway." Her brother lifted one eyebrow. It was the signal that he was going to be sarcastic.
"Who doesn't like a little blasting around once in awhile?" He put down his coffee. "And why are you so concerned about Kevin? He seems to be doing quite well."
"He's my nephew too," she said, feeling that her argument was becoming suspect. She tried to think of another point to make but couldn't. Carl was always one-upping her when it came to arguments. "He's so vulnerable," she tried.
"But Vicky is a perfect companion for the kid," Carl laughed. "And she's obviously got a crush on him." He lit a cigarette and let the smoke curl from his nose as he went on. "Kevin never had a girl because of his handicap. I think it's damned healthy that he learns a little bit about the good old birds and bees."
"Those children are first cousins, you know." Mona felt her face flush when she said this. She hoped her brother didn't discern the quaver in her voice. Surely he wouldn't suspect that she'd indulged in a little family hanky-panky.
"First cousins can get away with murder nowadays," Carl chuckled. "And anyway, you're one to talk. After all the years we've been putting it to each other." He patted her thigh lovingly, "Eh Sis?"
"Just because we let a bad habit get away from us."
"It's a good habit as far as I'm concerned." Carl rubbed the spot he was touching. "I always could get my rocks better with you than anyone else. I think I would have married you if we wouldn'tve started a ruckus."
But Mona wasn't thinking of their happy fucks together. She was thinking about young, blond Kevin out somewhere with that little sex kitten Vicky. How could she compete with someone fifteen? Vicky looked absolutely edible. And that bikini she'd been wearing when the two of them had come into the yard on that motorcycle! No, one really couldn't call it a bikini. And by the dazed look on poor Kevin's face, he'd seen under those little yellow patches of silk. Oh she could strangle that Vicky! She could absolutely strangle her! She glanced at her watch.
"I guess I should be getting down to give Kevin his lessons," she said, making sure her voice was matter-of-fact. Carl scratched his muscular chest and smiled wryly.
"The way I see it, Kevin probably likes the kind of lessons Vicky gives even better."
Mona huffed off and hurried across the cool lawn towards the guest house. The sun would be down in an hour. It was going to be a beautifully warm night. She was imagining all sorts of wicked things with Kevin. Maybe they could find a place under the trees behind his room. On the grass. Under the branches with stars glinting through. She wanted so much for him to need her like she needed him. And everything had been going to nicely. If only Vicky hadn't twisted herself into the poor kid's mind somehow. Mona hurried on towards the back of the estate.
She heard the voices first. Vicky's voice and someone else. Then she stopped, shocked. Kevin! He was actually making sentences, however crude. She came forward to the side of the guest house. There was a high hedge which hid her from anyone's view who might happen along the walk. The window was open and from inside she could hear a record player softly going.
"Yesssss…! Ohhh Kevin darling… like that!"
Mona was almost afraid to step the final yard up to the windowsill. She found herself shaking with rage. She knew by the husky sound of Vicky's voice that something carnal was going on in there. But as mad as she was, she felt drawn. She bent low so as not to be discovered and edged forward.
"… smell good Vicky," Kevin said, "you smell just wonderful." The words came out a little awkwardly but sounded lovely to Mona. Until she remembered that they were directed at another female besides herself. She realized that her eyes had failed to focus on the scene. It was because she didn't want to see it. Then she did see and she bit her bottom lip hard.
The two youngsters were on the floor in the middle of an oval throw rug. Vicky was wearing a shrunken, faded T-shirt. That was all. And even that skimpy piece of clothing had been hiked up to uncover one adolescent breast. Her braids stretched out on either side of her head. The bright red ribbons tied at the ends made her seem even younger than her fifteen years. And the wispy blonde curls between her thighs added to the youthful effect.
Mona had to close her eyes for a moment. But when she looked again, Kevin was still doing those… awful things to the young girl. Of course if he'd been doing them to her, Mona thought, everything would be wonderful.
"Softer… yesss. Ohhh Kevin… Kevin!" Vicky's knees were bent. She was holding her bottom off the rug. Only her shoulders and the tips of her toes touched the floor. And her flat, young belly heaved with the excitement. Mona again forced herself to look at what Kevin was doing. She saw his tongue flick out into the glossy mess between her niece's outer lips. The plump, untanned lips were opened to expose the most delicate pink petals Mona had ever seen on a woman. Could she truly blame Kevin for feasting on something so beautiful? A driplet of juice oozed down the underside of Vicky's ass cheek. There was a sucky sound as Kevin's tongue probed along the length of the girl's slit. Vicky's legs trembled then and her toes fanned on the throw rug.
"Uhhhnnnnn…!"
"You are s-s-soft," Kevin stammered, giving one glistening petal a kiss and then pulling the morsel between his teeth. Again Mona saw his tongue flick. He had found the sensitive nubbin of flesh and was urging it from its hood. Vicky could hardly speak now. Her bottom lip was clenched tightly between her teeth and her small fingers curled and uncurled against the rug. She was breathing hard. Unconsciously, she rubbed a palm against her bared nipple. Mona saw the tremor of excitement go down her body in waves.
"Kevin… My sweet, wonderful Kevin!" Vicky rasped.
"It makes me get so hard when, I l-l-lick you," Kevin murmured, pushing his mouth between the feverish lips of Vicky's pussy again. Vicky smiled, her eyes still closed.
"I'm glad it makes you hard. What does it make you want to do?" For a moment it seemed that Kevin was too busy devouring the mushy insides of his cousin's pussy to speak. Then he pulled his mouth away slowly. He was breathing hard.
"It makes me want to… to f-f-fuck you Vicky."
"Why darling, ohhh tell me why!"
"Because inside you're hot. So h-h-hot and s-s-soft."
"Does it feel good to you, Kevin?"
"Damn right," he grinned, seemingly proud that he'd managed a short sentence without stammering. He put a finger on either side of Vicky's pussy again and eased the lips wider. Mona gritted her teeth as she saw more of the pink lining exposed. The blossomed flesh seemed to excite Kevin to fresh fever. He moaned and wallowed his mouth into the dripping heat of Vicky's body, his tongue lashing out, plunging downwards towards her hole.
She lifted her ass even higher off the floor. Mona hated to see it all happening but had to admit that the girl was a study in graceful eroticism. She looked like she'd been born to fuck. Every movement, every gesture was natural. As if she'd done it all her life. And Mona knew that that couldn't be so. The raw scar-tissue around Vicky's hole was testament to the fact that she'd been a virgin until very recently.
"I want to fuck you now," Kevin groaned, digging his hands into the softness of her ass. Vicky's bottom plunged around, her thighs stretching wider to expose every last inch of pussyflesh to her cousin's ravenous mouth.
"You'll have to put on a rubber, my darling," Vicky gasped, her fingers tangling in Kevin's blond hair. She pumped her pussy up and down against his mouth. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure and her breathing was ragged. Mona wondered if she would come before Kevin got a chance to shove it to her. Then she realized that she'd become mesmerized watching the couple. Why was she putting up with this? She could stamp into the bedroom and break the whole cozy affair up, couldn't she? And that would make Kevin hate her for the rest of his life. No, if she was going to win him back, it had to be with her pussy, not her will.
"God… Vicky, I can't hardly w-w-wait!" Kevin sighed, his tongue flicking and dipping and lashing out against the swollen lump of his cousin's clit. "Where are the rubbers?"
"Not yet, don't stop yet Kevin! Ohhhhh… Ohhhhh right there… just tease it a little!" Vicky lifted her ass high off the rug and made slow circles in the air. The sex butter leaked in rivulets from her slit as Kevin speared into her hole now, his tongue making a sucking sound.
The wicked thoughts that entered Mona's mind made her feel like an evil witch. But her jealousy raged hot, obscuring everything but her desire to remove the lovely Vicky from Kevin's reach. And when she didn't see the rest of Vicky's clothing in the bedroom where the young couple were trysting, she knew she had a chance to change things to suit her better.
Mona hurried around to the front door of the guest house. It was unlocked and she slipped into the front room like a panther tracking a kill. Under her tennis skirt, her panties were soaked from watching Vicky and Kevin. But now she had to pull herself together and do what had to be done. Vicky's clothing. She had to find Vicky's clothes.
And then as her eyes scanned the worktable where Kevin's carving tools lay askew, she saw the faded, cut-off jeans. So Vicky had undressed in here before the two of them had retired for serious business to the bedroom. Mona's heart jumped with excitement. She grabbed the skimpy home-made shorts and plunged fingers into the first pocket she could find. Nothing. She searched, hardly breathing now, hoping that Vicky hadn't taken the rubbers into the bedroom with her. Then her fingers closed on a thin foil packet. She was shaking all over. At any moment one of them might come in to fetch the condom. She had to work fast.
Using one of Kevin's carving razors, she slit the package cleverly along one edge. With the transparent latex circle in her hand she knew she would succeed now. She pulled the delicate latex tight and picked up an especially pointed cutting tool. Using this scalpel-like thing, she gingerly jabbed the puckered tip of the rubber. There was a tiny slit there now, not big enough to notice. Kevin was so aroused, he probably wouldn't even look at the thing as he jerked it over his prick and rolled it down. Mona eased the rubber back into its foil wrapper and pressed the back edge of a knife along the seal. Unless someone were really looking for it, it would be impossible to know that the package had been opened. She put it back in Vicky's denim shorts and hurried out the front door. She made her way around to the window and leaned close again.
"Please, Vicky," Kevin gasped, "I really w-w-want to…!"
"I know you do darling… look at you!" Vicky and Kevin were standing in the middle of the room in a loving embrace. Kevin's uncircumcised cock was pressed between their bodies but as Vicky pulled back and took the thing in both hands, Mona could see the dark, glistening tip already half swollen from its protective covering. Vicky dropped to her knees then and pulled the skin the rest of the way back.
"Little bitch," Mona breathed to herself as Vicky gave the slackened head a puckery kiss. Kevin's shoulders slumped from the excitement that rippled through him. He couldn't talk so good anymore. Mona saw him trying to put some words together unsuccessfully, then give up. Meanwhile Vicky's kiss had opened slightly and her pouty bottom lip was sliding under the spongy lobes at the bottom of his tip.
"I want you inside me too. But taking our time just makes it all better!"
"If we t-t-take much more t-t-time I'm gonna…" He grabbed her head with both hands. "Ohhh Jesus C-cuh-rist!" Vicky had pushed back his foreskin with her lips as she'd sucked the throbbing morsel into her mouth. A drip of saliva hung from her chin as she worked the surface of her tongue back and forth against the swollen head. Mona felt rage again. A helpless rage. There was nothing she could do for her own case now. She would just have to wait and hope that her little plot would give birth to plenty of trouble for her young niece. Then with Vicky out of the way, she could go after her unsuspecting nephew and teach him to adore her.
Mona didn't think she could stand to stay and watch Kevin actually put his cock in Vicky's cunt. She turned and walked towards the garage. Maybe she could take Carl's sports car for a drive along the ocean. Anything to get her mind off what those two were doing. Her panties were a mess from looking through the window at them.
"Hello Jim," she smiled as she came around the corner of the garage. Jim was adjusting the headlamp of the Rolls, his shirtsleeves rolled up to expose huge biceps. He gave her a quick once over. Mona had always appreciated the chauffeur's appreciation of her body. And he was always the gentleman about it. That seemed to make his attention all the more titillating. But he was just the chauffeur after all.
"Is Carl's Porsche in running condition? I think I'd like to go for a spin."
"We're waiting on parts, Miss McNarey," he said, tossing the screwdriver in the toolchest. "But why don't you let me give you a spin in the Rolls here? The backseat bar is stocked and you can have a drink while we tool along." He leaned against the fender, smiling at her. Mona knew he was looking at her thighs. Jim seemed to be a real thigh man.
"Why not?" she grinned, letting him open the back door for her.
As the big car oozed gracefully over the highway, Mona poured herself another drink and inched her panties down. It was such a long ways to the front seat and there was a glass in between anyway. Jim was never the snoopy type. A good chauffeur never was. She let the silken things puddle around her ankles without bothering to kick them off. Then, leaning back in the leather seat, she worked a finger down between her cuntlips. As the big car took a corner, her drink hardly sloshed.
Mona closed her eyes and thought of Kevin. She knew she could eventually please him more than any fickle nymph like Vicky ever could. How could Vicky appreciate that sweet, slender stalk that grew from his body? It was so young, so perfect in form and smoothness. She plunged her middle finger up inside her and thumbed her clit. A flood of juice dripped out onto her palm as she worked herself to a slow lather.
She sipped more scotch. The drink had made her a little sleepy. But she wanted to finish her pussy game before she passed out on the comfortable back seat and let Jim drive her home. She kicked off her shoes, her tangled panties and stretched out. A little booze spilled on her chin as the car took an uncustomary bounce… took another. She finished the drink and dropped the glass onto the floor. It felt like they were off the highway. Who cared. Mona pushed the middle finger of her other hand inside her to join the other.
"Huuuhnnnn… Ohhh my God!"
The car took a final lurch and stopped. Mona frowned.
"Damn… what is it?" She reached for the intercom button but before the speaker crackled to life, the back door was flung open. Jim was standing there looking down at her naked crotch. Embarrassed, Mona pushed herself up on her elbows. She was a little drunk.
"What do you think you're doing?" she blurted, feeling her face redden. Jim's hands moved over his belt and his pants fell. He had on no underwear. Mona found herself transfixed, staring at the unbelievable chunk of flesh that hung from the giant's crotch. Jim put a big hand out. It seemed to almost encircle her knee.
"You're woman enough for this, aren't you?" He lifted his cock until the eye was pointed at her. Mona squirmed backwards a little bit.
"I… I…" She tried to get hold of herself. "You're not supposed to be doing this… get back in the front seat and…" But Jim was taking off his shirt, lowering himself down on her. She struggled briefly, whimpering as his big fingers went through her hair. Her mouth was raped open by his tongue and he dug her thighs apart. She was still whining when she felt the mushroom head of his cock force its way into her slit. She writhed, beating weakly at his chest. The big man moved his hips and Mona's whimpers turned to a shuddering cry. And then she knew something she'd never realized in her entire life. That she'd never been fucked so thoroughly as she was being fucked right now.
"God!" she gasped. "Ohhh God!"
"I've watched you long enough," Jim breathed against her ear. "One can't go on watching for eternity, can one?" He moved his hips again and Mona felt her insides open out like a long-forgotten flower. She dug her nails into the giant's shoulders. She drooled against his chest as his thrusting, spearing movements crammed more of his thick meat into her dripping hole. And then her hips were dipping and dancing. She pumped forward and back, pressing her bulging clit against the hilt of the big cock.
"Better than your brother, eh Miss McNarey?" Jim breathed, holding her firm body hard against him. She liked the way she fit. She liked the way Jim handled her, almost as if she were another Vicky and he the older cousin.
"Ohhh… I didn't know it would feel like this," she whispered, giving her tongue to be sucked. Jim sucked it deep, his fingers sliding between the crack of her ass. As he petted her taut, dry orifice, she wiggled like a teenager on a first date. This man knew what he was doing! She was like a slave in his arms. And now that her pussy had thoroughly wetted his monster prick, she could hear the soft suck of it going in and out between the swollen lips of her cunt.
"Yesss… Ohhh I'm going to be as big as your cock when you're through. I won't be any good for anybody else…"
"Mona," Jim whispered, mouthing one of her breasts. Then he sucked the nipple deep and pressed the final inch of prick into her body. She felt her womb stretch back as the tip forced it open a little. Every nerve in her body was turned on. She dug her nails into the meat of the big man's buttocks and pulled him down against her, against her clit.
"Yuuuhhhhh… Yuuuuuuhhhhh!"
"Come you bitch, you lovely, rich bitch!"
"Ohhh yes… ohhh bite me, hurt me, fuck me!" And then she was sinking down in the big leather seat, feeling the weight of the chauffeur pressing down, feeling her pussy burst into glorious flames of pleasure as Jim ground pure ecstasy into her body and his cock began to spurt.