beat him to it-and he couldn't stand that. He'd be furious.'
Nickie was wistful. 'Lisa sure looked like she got off on it.'
Suzanne read the emotions on Nickie's face and grabbed her. 'Look, Nickie,' she said sternly. 'Lisa is a big girl, and she loves having a big dick in her so much she'd take in her nose if she could. And she had guys with smaller cocks like that before Daddy got into her ass.'
Nickie shrugged. 'He put in his thumb. It hurt me at first but then it started to get pretty good. If he'd go slow and take it easy at first-'
'Forget it!' Suzanne snapped. 'He wouldn't-he jammed it in you like he was trying to wedge a crowbar in a fight door.' She paused. 'You know how he did you this morning. I'm so sure of the way he is, I could tell you what he said and did when he socked it to you even without you giving me a hint.' Her expression lightened. 'Anyhow, Frank is going to be here in a few minutes. He'll probably give you a chance to do a little peeping on him and you can see what you're getting yourself into.'
'What's getting into me,' Nickie corrected.
It was nearly sundown when Frank finally came in. He and Nickie exchanged pleasantries and she couldn't avoid feeling the familiar tingle at seeing him.
It was understandable. Despite his youth, Frank turned, the heads of women wherever he went. He'd inherited his father's massive height, powerful build and dark complexion, but his facial features were handsomely tempered by his mother's bone structure-in a totally masculine way. Coupled with his thick lustrous hair, and his graceful, catlike movements, he was a walking erotic dream.
They talked for just a few minutes before he pleaded weariness and excused himself.
As soon as he was Out of sight, Suzanne giggled girlishly and said to Nickie, 'Did you see the way he was looking at you?'
Nickie nodded. 'You think he really-you know.'
'You bet your ass,' Suzanne said and then giggled again. 'That was a pun.'
'If you say so.'
Suzanne pushed Nickie with playful annoyance and then turned abruptly conspiratorial. 'C'mon-we'll watch him and you'll see for yourself what I mean.'
Quickly, the two scampered upstairs and down the hail to the door of Frank's room. Dropping stealthily to one knee, Suzanne peered through the keyhole with practiced expertise.
She stared for a moment before standing and leaning next to Nickie's ear, whispering very, very quietly. 'You'll see him come out of the door to the left.'
Nickie nodded and took over Suzanne's spot on the floor.
Almost as soon as she put her eye to the keyhole, she saw the long, powerful legs striding into view. They were bare and a few glassy drops of water still clung to them. She heard a drawer open and close, and then the legs were receding. He reached the far side of the room, back to her, strong1y muscled ass clenching with each step, a bathing suit in one hand.
He was built powerfully, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist where strong muscles rippled liquidly.
But it was between his well-muscled thighs that Nickie's eyes focused. She stifled a gasp.
He was utterly gigantic, even flaccid.
As she watched, open-mouthed, he began drying himself with short, strong movements, the jerky rubbing transmitting itself to his dangling dick. The broad head of it slapped against his thigh just above his knee-cap.
The towel moved lower over his body, down over his hard, fiat stomach, down over the taut abdomen, down, down…
He began drying his penis and it was only then that Nickie was truly able to appreciate its size.
He took the head of his dick in one hand-and Frank's long fingers failed to close completely about it. As he patted it dry, it began swelling.
Nickie stared, amazed, as the monstrous weapon grew in his fingers. It didn't gain much in length-perhaps an additional inch and half or two inches-but in thickness…
He couldn't hold that stiff pole in the fingers of one hand when it finally stopped its swelling. It stood out stiff as a piece of iron when he finally released it and put one leg up on a chair to dry his thighs and calves. That movement gave Nickie a clear view of his huge balls.
And that was the word for them: huge. They were almost the size of tennis balls, almost two big even for his great member.
He tossed the towel negligently to one side and began pulling on his jock-strap and swimsuit Nickie wanted to stay there and see how he planned to get the rigid rod into the confines of his jock, but she knew they had to get away before Frank discovered them.
She stood and the two got going back to Suzanne's room.
'Well, what did you think?' Suzanne asked.
'Wow.'
'Think you can handle that horse cock of his?'
'If I can't,' Nickie said, sighing wistfully, 'it won't be for lack of effort.' She paused. 'Or enthusiasm.'
Suzanne gave her cousin ь strange look and then shrugged if Nickie wanted to fuck her brother's big dick, so much the better for the plan.
Suzanne's plan was carefully thought out in every detail. She knew that her father would go into town and stay there, drinking and playing cards with the boys until well after midnight That left only Lisa to deal with and Suzanne had already sneaked into her older sister's room and looked over her little memo calendar to find that Lisa was going out with Jeremy that night That was good for the plan, because Jeremy would keep her out till dawn, at least.
It was dark, well past nine, when Frank sauntered in to the kitchen, clad in his tight swim trunks and sleeveless sweatshirt. He came directly over to where Suzanne stood, popping popcorn, and grabbed her ass.
She squealed and jerked away. 'Dammit Frank, you almost made me burn myself. Keep your hands to yourself!'
'Uh-oh,' he chided. 'Sounds like my tight-assed little prudent sister is riding the rag.' He rubbed his hand over the throbbing bulge in his crotch. 'Guess I'm resigned to another cold swim and warm hand.' Grinning evilly, he made the unmistakable hand movements of a man jerking off an oversized cock.
Suzanne turned off the popper and said, 'Well, I don't think you'd want to take a swim tonight,' she said hesitantly, as if ad-libbing. 'I, uh, forgot to vacuum the pool and it's all dirty.'
He would have been an idiot not to realize that was a phony. Frank was not an idiot.
He gave Suzanne a piercing stare. 'That's okay,' he said, 'It won't bother me.' He took a deliberate stride towards the door leading out to the backyard-and the pool.
Quickly, Suzanne jumped between him and the door.
'Don't, Frank!' she pleaded.
'Why not?' he was amused by the idea of his sister trying to physically block his path.
'Because-' She stopped and took a deep breath. 'Because Nickie's out there.'
'So? I was wondering where she was.' He reached for the switch controlling the floodlights in the backyard.
'Don't turn those on, Frank.'
'Now what?'
She gave him a look meant to reproach. 'Because she's skinny dipping.'
A slow grin spread across his handsome face. 'Ohoo.'
'Frank, she's been drinking some wine-there's no telling what she'll do!'
Pure, undiluted lechery covered his face.
'Frank!' Suzanne said as desperately as she could. 'She's only a kid!'
'If they're big enough,' he began. Suzanne knew the rest. 'As long as she's willing, it shouldn't hurt anything- unless someone starts talking about.'
'I can't imagine anyone doing that, Frank,' she said, trying to sound frightened.
'I didn't think you did,' he said arrogantly. He pushed her to one side as easily as if he were brushing aside a
