young cunt. She sighed, picturing his cute face, already deeply tanned, his long thick sun-bleached hair and his thin, agile body. She pictured the way he looked in his skimpy bathing suit or the faded cut-offs that were really too small for him. She could feel the tingling sensation beginning in her loins again and was almost tempted to ask Mark to fuck her again.
But no, she would save herself for Steve. She now realized she had had a crush on him since seeing him for the first time in four years just two weeks ago. They were good friends now. She wondered if he felt the same way about her that she felt about him.
Would he want to fuck her too?
She knew he had never made it with another girl. He was shy with most girls, content to stay to himself. He was a loner. Yet he was comfortable with her. They talked. They laughed. They had fun together.
Susan wondered what he looked like naked, all tanned and beautiful. Would his cock be as big or bigger than his older brother's? Susan didn't care. Now that Mark had given her a taste of sex, she wanted to further explore that pleasure and all its avenues with Mark.
Her mouth watered. She wanted to taste his cock, to taste his seed cum, to taste his whole body. I'm turning so wicked, she thought, grinning to herself as Mark bent over to tie his sneakers.
She couldn't wait to see her young cousin again. Tonight, after their early dinner, it would happen. She knew a place — in the sand dunes. They would be all alone. She would have him if it killed her!
Chapter Two
The Williams' summer cottage was located toward the end of a long stretch of beach. Mark's and Steve's parents were both writers and were both in the process of finishing novels. That meant the boys had to fend for themselves.
Later that day, while Mark helped his parents clear away the dinner plates, Steve and Susan slipped away to take a leisurely stroll along the water. It was still light out, a golden mellow light that Susan often thought she could just reach out and touch.
'Buy anything in town?' she asked Steven.
The boy, who like Susan was barefoot and clad in shorts and a baggy T-shirt, smiled. 'No. There's nothing to buy there anyway. We just went shopping for food.'
'Sounds exciting.'
The youngster laughed. 'You should have come. It was a drag. When my parents are writing they're always so deep in thought they don't even talk to each other — like they're hiding secrets or something. They never discuss each others' books until they're finished.'
'You going to be a writer when you get older?'
The boy shrugged. 'Maybe.'
'That's what I like about you. You always give a direct answer.'
Steve gave her a playful punch on the arm. She automatically felt the familiar sensation beginning to spread in her groin. She was getting horny. Now just being with Steve made her more aware of her own growing needs. She craved the feel of his prick inside her.
Funny how much someone can change in just one afternoon! She thought to herself.
'Let's sit down for awhile and look at the water,' she said, directing him toward the wide-arched sand dunes which ran up a slight incline and from which one could see the cottage. But Susan didn't want to be seen from the cottage. They sat against one of the dunes.
During a long period of comfortable silence Susan was becoming more and more aroused, sneaking appraising glances up and down the boy's lean young body. Lascivious thoughts filled her head as she said, pressing against him, 'Do you like me, Steve?'
'Huh? Sure I do. You know that. I like you more than any girl I know.'
'That's not saying much. You don't have any girlfriends.'
The boy blushed and looked away.
'Oh Steve, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I'll be your girlfriend if you like.' She let her hand rest lightly on his naked thigh. She felt him flinch.
'But-but you're my cousin. I mean, we're part of the same family.'
'Well, it's not like we're brother and sister,' she said, remembering Mark's remark.
'True, but… you know…'
'Steve, if I asked you for a special favor, would you do it for me?' Susan asked hesitantly. She could feel her heart pounding and her nipples hardening and pressing against the cotton T-shirt.
Steve seemed to stiffen with apprehension. Can he be reading my thoughts? Susan wondered.
'Will you… will you kiss me?'
'Kiss you?' He reddened again.
'Don't be embarrassed. I really want to kiss you. I've wanted to ever since seeing you again. We were just kids last time. Now we're — we're grown up. Sort of.'
Her hand caressed his thigh. She looked down quickly and thought she had detected a growing bulge in the crotch of his shorts.
'Do you want to kiss me?' she asked.
'Really?'
'Sure. Do you want to kiss me?'
He shrugged.
She giggled nervously. 'There, you go again, giving me one of your direct answers.'
A smile played momentarily on the boy's soft young features. She gripped his thigh and ran her hand up and down. He looked down at her suggestively moving hand and swallowed hard.
He could feel his cock swelling. He wondered, blushing a deep red, if Susan noticed too.
Susan's trembling fingers touched the edge of Steve's briefs as they inched further up his thigh.
'Kiss me, Steve,' she whispered.
The boy put an arm around her and drew her tentatively toward him. Susan closed her eyes and felt her lips pressing awkwardly against his. Their tongues met and her other hand slipped up inside his T-shirt to caress his small young tits.
He put his hand on her tits and squeezed. Susan moaned and her tongue slipped into his mouth where he sucked on it, making a slurping noise. She could feel his growing arousal and he could feel hers.
Without a word she unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down his zipper.
'Susan… I've never…'
'I know…'
'But…'
'It's okay. You want to, don't you?'
'Yes,' he gulped. 'Yes!'
Her hand slipped down into his briefs and she felt his hard-on. It was slim and long, the head very pronounced in its mushroom shape. His few pubic hairs were moist and soft.
'Susan,' he whispered in her ear.
'I want to fuck you,' she moaned.
'Mmmm… yes…'
He fumbled with her bra clasp, finally undoing it and squeezing her naked tits, his heart pounding. They're so big! he thought to himself. I can't believe this is actually happening — that Susan feels this way about me… just like I feel about her!
He pulled off her T-shirt and she pulled off his.
He took her left tit in his hand and brought it to his lips as she pulled down his cut-offs and briefs, his prick springing to full view.
It was pale, the golden hairs forming a halo around it. His balls, which were smooth and hairless, were
