“Stanley, oh, Stanley, Stanley!” sighed the maiden.
Flat upon her back now, her bare thighs enduring between them the agitating invasion of the male leg which he had cast over her nearer one, her smooth and lovely shoulders warm from his exploring lips, Marion had hardly stirred and had not protested at all as the delicious kisses covered all the revealed skin of her upper chest as with an invisible garment.
But, since the wee slip of a suit was very deeply cut in a V-shaped front, and since the mouth of her brother-in-law rested now directly between the exquisite mounds which heaved on either side of his lips with the girl’s agitated breathing, and since his lips contrived to push somewhat farther to the side the silk which so loosely and thinly covered her breasts and to rest caressingly against each inner slope for a moment, the bedrugged and dormant guardians of her fundamental chastity awakened alarmed as they had been when this same man had laid torrid, lascivious lips just beneath the promontories of the dimpled buttocks.
“Oh, Stanley!” Marion stammered, striving vainly to press aside the hands which bound her, shoulder and thigh, to keep her in position for this browsing which was to him a treat beyond compare. “Stanley, dear, please, don’t kiss me on my bust! And don’t-oh, don’t uncover me-and kiss me anymore!” she whispered.
And she ended with a little whimpering wail for suddenly feverish, firm lips, which would not be frustrated by a loose, light fold of silk, had pressed the fabric even farther to one side. Lips that trembled, lips that shot heat through the weakly struggling Marion, fixed themselves in a long kiss upon the rosy bud which formed a glorious adornment at the very summit of the perfect, milky white breast.
“Oh, my God, my God!” burst from the quivering lips of the girl. “Let me loose-don’t kiss me there. Cover my bosom, Stanley! Oh, Stanley, you’re driving me crazy! You don’t w-want m-me, Stanley, you don’t want me to insist upon going back home-and never, never coming out alone with you again, do you!”
“I do not,” he replied. “Nor, do I expect to allow such an infantile action as that. Did anyone ever tell you, darling little Maro, that your breasts are beyond compare in sheer beauty?”
“Stanley, you’re hurting me, making me lose my faith in you,” she cried plaintively yet moved, despite all her shame in this first revelation of her nude bosom to male eyes, by his earnest eulogy, as well as by the hot kiss which he now proceeded to lay upon her other nipple after his pushing lips had uncovered it.
Since he wished to utilize his hands otherwise than in holding her feebly struggling form as they had been doing, he eased his great body farther upon hers, pinning her down at hips and belly by a firm weight which he strove to keep from being oppressive but which added much to Marion’s agitation.
“There-you’re violating our compact!” she panted. “You have pushed my suit almost down to my waist. And your lips, your lips! Do you want me to go quite mad!”
He raised a flushed brown head. “Violating our compact?” he queried reproachfully. “How can you accuse me of that, Maro? What am I doing?”
“You’re half-stripping me,” she quavered. “And seeing me and kissing me in spots where not even my sister’s husband has any right to. And you’re humiliating me and making me feel that you don’t respect me in the least, and treating me as if-!”
“Ah, kissing you,” he sighed. “And wasn’t I to have that sweet privilege, dear, by our agreement?”
“Well, but I thought it meant only my face,” she quavered. “And, anyhow, the stripping-that is certainly not kissing-or spooning-or petting-as we were to do within limits!”
“Would you wish me, then, to kiss your bathing suit?” he smiled. “Kisses are for the skin, darling sister. Ask Mildred if you’re in doubt of that.”
She was silent for a moment, palpitating, bewildered by his argument. With head still raised, he gloried in the rise and fall of the adorable, firm, bare breasts in the sunlight with the accelerated breathing of the maiden.
“Then you think I’ve committed myself to being kissed quite anywhere you wish?” “she whispered faintly. “But, my God, Stanley, at least, have mercy and be contented with what you already have! For, if you were to kiss me again on-where you did yesterday-I’m certain I should have hysterics. Your lips on my breasts drive me almost wild, and being half-naked with you this way! I couldn’t stand more-indeed I couldn’t. So be a very sweet and dear brother and be kind to a girl who is trying to keep her word to you.”
“Then you concede to me this darling bosom-this torso of radiant, rosy white, this form which I have never seen equalled anywhere?” he whispered gloatingly.
Marion was silent, struggling in the throes of an internal conflict in which those monitors of her chastity found their voices almost drowned out by the thumping of the drums of her senses. For her brother-in-law had added to the force of his irresistible arguments and his even more irresistible personality by slipping his own almost nude torso upwards on her own. And now, as he laid his lips gently on her mouth, her naked breasts were pressed deliciously by the shaggy and muscular chest of the man.
She squirmed gently beneath him but did not refuse him her warm and clinging lips. “I-I suppose I must-since you already appear to have me-uncovered there for your kisses,” she whispered. “And since I seem to have made a very foolish and unforeseeing promise to you”
“My young blessed!” he said fondly, making her gasp by the gentle friction of his chest upon her sensitive bust. “And let me reassure you a little if I can by telling you that even this which we are doing is no more than ‘petting’, as petting is understood by the young lights of the up-and-coming generation. And I’ll take the liberty of reminding you, too, Miss Stone, now that you have recovered a trifle of self-control, that your own sweet lips wandered-playfully, no doubt, at first, but later quite warmly and excitedly-upon my own body in these same regions.”
“I-I know I did that” murmured the flushed Marion. “I hardly realized. I know I was being held-but I did get so excited when I found how nice it was to do and how it agitated you too. And-oh, I don’t know just why-but I seemed to go into a fever of indecent actions. Your great body, hard and strong, but with skin so fine and soft. And it just seemed to me that I must pet it a little and kiss your funny, cute little imitation nipples, too”
“You did more than kiss them, my dear Miss Stone,” he observed with mock severity. “And, if I am not mistaken, this very soft and delicate little hand had an audacity which shocked me to the very core. Vengeance in kind is my motto. And so-how would you like it if I-?”
Instantly the beleaguered and apprehensive Marion was in a shivering, writhing stew in which she tried, with futility, to slip from beneath the weight of his body. “Don’t-oh I beg, I plead. It will be all over between us, I warn you, Stanley!” she wailed feverishly.
For her brother-in-law had laid his flattened hand upon her body just beneath the denuded bosom and his extended finger tended downwards, touching the tiny pit of the navel in the middle of the belly of satin then still slipping farther as if determined to return the visit, the unintentional, indiscreet visit, so hastily paid to his own secrecies by a maidenly hand half an hour earlier. Under the fabric which still covered the abdomen it advanced very slowly. Almost at the verge of a silken thicket it paused. “You threaten me, eh, lady, with the bane of your eternal displeasure?” he said thickly.
This beautiful and nearly nude girlish body drove him more nearly mad than he could recall ever having been in these circumstances.
“No!” Marion almost shouted as his hand made another ominous move, this time touching soft curls. “No, no!” cried the girl shakily. “I don’t threaten-I beg-I plead with you not to shame me to death by what it would almost kill me to endure!”
He smiled down into her reddened face and into her almost terrified eyes. Then he slowly withdrew his hand from within her very thin garment and she released haltingly the breath which she had caught and held in her apprehension of that masculine touch upon her privacies.
“Oh-thank you!” she whispered tremulously. “I knew you couldn’t be so-so cruel as that.”
And, it was perhaps in the outburst of her gratitude over being spared such an unendurably libidinous contact, that Marion now so sweetly succumbed to whatever else he had in mind for her in the way of somewhat less soul-shaking familiarities. With her glorious young breasts he did now as he pleased. And life-for Marion-became a succession of thrills which made her tremble and sigh and sometimes moan in the ardor which he awakened in the recesses of her tingling body.
Her lips and her bosom shared now the contact of his sensual mouth, and always she hugged and kissed him heatedly when his voracious lips drifted upward from their fair pastures below to grip and to hold hers. Their tongues writhed and licked in serpentine juncture and the shaking girl, moaning with the innocent lechery which this mutual caress always awakened in her, was too intent upon its joys to note clearly how one of his hands feasted here and there upon her body while their tongues were playing and their lips clinging and sucking.
Every bit of her exquisite form he visited thus. And though her scant suit still clung in some places, he was unhampered by any fabric on her lovely legs and bust and belly.
It was with a panting regret that she released his neck from her clinging, warm arms when he manifested the desire to feast his maddening lips again upon her body. Her breasts almost ached with the straining delight of his kisses and lickings and of the soft suction which he applied every little while to the rigid coral treasures of her nipples. She was gurgling, panting, rolling at last from the immense passion and thwarted desires which arose from the caverns where they had slept. “Oh-o-o-o-o-o-h-God in heaven!” she wailed softly a last. “I think you are killing me with pleasure, Stanley, darling! I can’t stand it-I can’t, I can’t. It makes me ache to be wicked, wicked-to pretend I’m your wife, to be your wife, your-your anything! You don’t want me this way, Stanley, you want me to be still your decent sister. This is-oh, unspeakably lovely-but it makes me bad, bad, bad!”