head when someone knocked on the door.
'Come in.” She said cheerily thinking it would be Lola. The young girl wore only a pyjama top and had nothing to fear since the intimate barriers with Lola had broken down.
The door opened and Bert entered. Linda jumped off her bed and instinctually grabbed her pyjama top and clutched it to her chest and stomach to conceal her demi?nudity.
“Well here you are miss… cold cuts, salad, fruit, milk, bread and butter and banana cream pie. Doesn't that look good?”
“I thought Lola was going to bring me my lunch.”
“Oh, I'm sorry. Lola is busy for the moment. Uncle Arthur wanted to see her. I thought, well, maybe we could lunch together. That way, we could get to know each other better.”
Linda was suspicious of her cousin. Something ironic and insinuating sparkled in his young face.
“You mean we should eat here?” Linda questioned Bert.
“Why not?” Bert affirmed the decision by shutting the door behind him.
He put the tray on the floor and sat besides Linda. The young girl didn't move. She knew too well what might follow. No, dear sweet cousin Bert didn't come up to just have lunch with her. She had no time to really reflect if the idea pleased her not. She was quivering with emotion and that was on thing she was aware of, just that and no more.
“You know it's a shame that we haven't gotten together before. Our family is really just about as scattered as leaves in the wind.” Bert tried to make conversation.
Even with his cynical attitude and his budding knowledge of certain amorous pursuits, precociously developed, Bert had little imagination when it came to seducing a girl. He was too classic in his approach.
This is what Linda felt as she waited for the attack.
Linda was amused in a way. An idea flashed through her head. There was no sense in sitting there numb and blustered by this whole nonsense. She might as well play a part and really have fun. After all, she knew what the score was. She got up from the bed and paraded toward the window. Her pyjama top just barely covered her dainty buttocks. Linda made sure that she wiggled 'a la B.B.'
“Sometimes it isn't wise to meet so early. Young people are rarely interesting.” Linda teased as she pulled the curtain to one side.
“You mean you prefer older men. Well, it's my opinion…”
She didn't give him a chance to finish.
“I only mean what I said.” Linda retorted haughtily as she leaned her head close to the window pain as though interested in something not too far away. “What do you say we have some lunch. I'm starved.”
“Starved for what?” Bert said sardonically.
Linda turned around and was startled to see Bert lounging on her bed. The horrid fellow had taken off his bathing trunks and his cock was protruding in the air. His eyes never left the lower part of Linda's fine torso.
“I couldn't help it. It's your rear that did it, honestly.” The boy confessed.
“Well you've got your nerve.” She looked at him, half?angrily and half?amusedly. Linda noticed the size of his penis that stuck rigidly up between his legs.
“You're not going to tell me that this is the first time you've ever seen a man nude?” He was cocky and extremely sure of himself. “Come here and have a closer look. No one is going to bite you.”
She didn't feel like being intimidated by a mere boy who was two years younger than she. She strode over to the bed trying to lend grown?up years to her young age.
Bert grabbed her by the hand and drew her to the bed.
“Take a good look at it. Not bad. Don't you like it?”
She did, but she wasn't going to say so. The whole procedure was wicked and entirely out of order.
“You think you're smart, don't you? Well, you're not a man even if you think you are. And with that thing, that small pencil you're so proud of…”
Suddenly he gripped her by the waist and she found her head two inches away from his glaring gland.
“That's the way I like to see you. Fresh and cocky like me. I can't take little girls that cry and to kick and fuss.
She tried to struggle loose but the boy held a firm grip. Bert was strong for his age. He lifted weights and swam all summer, thus his strength was much greater than hers.
“You are a real brat.” She pounded on his chest and scratched his thighs. They wrestled on the bed like two young kittens. Linda had no idea that her pyjama fell open and her body was exposed to her youthful assailant.
He exhausted her to the point where she was feeling the struggle dissipate in her limbs. A new sensation crept through her. A new sensual feeling took possession of the young girl and slowly she submitted to the know? how and ardent desire of the youth.
There was no use shaming. She let herself go and abandoned herself to the zealous young Bert.
He hastened to put his lips to her multiple splendors. He kissed her pussy, her armpits, and her straight? forward breasts. Suddenly she threw her arms around her cousin half in submission and half in desire. She looked at him curiously as his mouth moved toward hers.
“Oh, Bert. What am I supposed to do?”
“Don't be a shrew. Kiss me, first of all.”
They arched over the bed quilt in a long embrace. Their tongues entwined like two scraping serpents while four hands moved quickly, impetuously over the locked bodies.
Linda felt the hardened sex of her cousin and a burst of feverish enthusiasm went to her head. Bert moved away from her and she thought perhaps she had insulted him somehow in her ecstatic state of mind and body.
“And now, you're going to kiss it. Aren't you?” He wasn't asking. He was commanding.
“Yes. I want to kiss it. And I want to have it in my mouth. It's so handsome…”
The young girl lowered her head toward the object of her admiration and took the member between her lips.
She sipped on the head of Bert's fearful upstartish penis. An unescapable odor went to her head and she was drunk with delight for many minutes after.
“With your tongue.” Bert breathed heavily.
Linda began to lick his sex gently. 'It tastes like salt' she thought, and then she placed a good part of it in her mouth. Bert moaned and put one of his hands on her head. Linda was sucking him with vigor and her tongue was active and heightened his pleasure.
Instinctively the young girl pivoted in such a way as to place her thighs near her cousin's head. She awaited Bert's initiative. It wasn't long before the lad had stabbed his tongue in Linda's quivering vagina. His tonguing was more diverse and stronger than Lola's. The combination of his sexual response and her appetite worked wonders and the two slobbered with violent caresses.
Linda thought she was going to go mad with excitation. She nibbled at Bert's testicles which hung down like two ripe fruit. She felt a certain charge shoot through the boy's body. He jumped violently and stiffened a bit.
“Stop, stop or I'll come,” he cried.
Linda remained disconcerted with her mouth opened and not daring to recommence her voluptuous act. She was embarrassed and annoyed by this brusk interruption. But already Bert was leaning down and caressing her hair.
“I want this to be on you. Or more precisely inside you. Now we are going to make love together. Haven't you ever done it before?”
“N…N…No, never,” stammered Linda.
But Bert wasn't listening. With one hand he spread her legs apart and slipped inside her. He didn't go far when Linda's eyes bulged widely. Bert pressed forward brutally. He had every intention of ripping home.
The young girl cried shrilly. She felt as though she were being knifed in two. A tear rolled down her cheek.
“Don't cry,” murmured Bert… now you're no longer a virgin. Look, see. You're a grown?up now.”
Linda felt a trickle run down her thighs. She feebly looked down at her shapely leg and saw a streak of blood flow irregularly along her soft skin.
