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Anytime - 2
by Matt (mjones1988@live.com)
***
Matt comes home from college to find his aunt and
cousins have moved in. A story in three parts. (MFf,
ped, inc, bi, oral)
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Author's Note: This story takes place in a world where
there are no STDs, unplanned pregnancies, or HIV/AIDS.
In other words, it is FANTASY. In the real world, be
safe, people.
***
PART II
When I arrived home, MTV was blaring, and I could hear
noise coming from elsewhere. I walked into the kitchen
and found Mia bent over, digging through the fridge.
She was singing at the top of her lungs (rather poorly)
and was bobbing her ass back and forth to the beat. I
took a second to admire that ass, clad in only blue
short shorts, before announcing my presence.
"Hi Mia!"
Mia screamed and jumped up in the air. "Goddammit,
Matt, you scared the piss out of me!" Mia laughed. She
went back to reheating some pizza from last night's
dinner.
"What are you doing home?" I asked.
"Well," she said, looking up from the microwave, "is
Emmy home?"
"No, I just dropped her off."
"Oh, good. It's just that, well, it's Friday, the
weather is beautiful, and I decided to cut my afternoon
classes. I mean, Math and Physics on a day like today?
No way!" I was definitely relieved that she hadn't
decided to skip school any earlier and stumble across
her sister and I. "Please don't tell Mom or Dan."
"I won't tell anybody, Mia," I replied. "You’re old
enough to make your own decisions." I had learned a lot
about Mia today. From her sister I learned she was no
stranger to male genitalia, and just now I found out
she swears like a sailor and skips school. I thought
telling her she was old enough would be "cool" to her.
"You think so?" she asked, pulling the pizza from the
microwave.
"Sure," I said.
"Well, then...do you think I could have some friends
over tonight? All girls. No boys or anything."
"I don't see why not," I said.
"Cool. And, Matt, could I ask another favor?"
"Sure, Mia, what did you have in mind?" I reached into
the fridge for some pizza as well. This was the longest
single conversation I had had with Mia since my
arrival, and it was nice to talk to her as a peer, or
acquaintance, instead of a stranger.
"Well," she hesitated; "do you think you could by us
some alcohol?"
"Uh..." I was trying to stall and buy some time to
think.
"Oh, please, Matt!" she pleaded "I won't let any of the
girls drive home, I won't tell Mom or Dan or even Emmy
and I'll have it all cleaned up before you even get up
in the morning! Pretty please!" During her rant she had
taken a few barefoot steps closer to me and was swaying
back and forth slightly, giving me a chance to see her
chest jiggle back and forth. She had used this tactic
before, I was sure.
"OK, Mia," I said, she squealed and gave me a quick
hug.
"I knew you'd be a cool cousin," she said, she ran off
to her room and came back with a $50 bill. "I like
fruity drinks, so whatever you think would be good for
that."
"Where did you get a $50?" I asked. "Allowance," she
replied, and went singing back into the living room
with her pizza and MTV.
**
Mia told her friends to come over about 8. They had all
told their folks they were staying the night, so right
before anyone arrived, I reminded Mia not to let anyone
drive.
"I said I would, Matt. Chill out. I'm not an idiot."
Her demeanor had slid back into her normal mode while I
was at the liquor store.
"That bitch," I thought, "was just sweet long enough to
get what she wanted." I vowed to learn a lesson. I had
bought a fifth of vodka and rum for the girls, along
with some fruit juice and a couple of bottles of cheap
wine. For myself, I bought a 12 of microbrews, figuring
that no teenage girl drinks beer. I took up a spot in
the living room on the couch with the last of the
leftover pizza, a beer, and the NBA.
For the most part, Mia's friends would arrive without
incident, the doorbell would ring, Mia would run out
from her room, swing open the door, both girls would
squeal, and the would run through the living room to
the kitchen to make drinks. They would take them back
to her room, completely ignoring me. Her friends all
looked like the popular senior girls I could remember
from my high school days.
Dressed and made up so they thought they looked hotter
than they really were. Most seemed rather flighty, not
unlike Emmy. Or maybe Emmy was just weighing on my mind
that night.
About 9, the door bell rang, Mia ran out to get the
door, and an adorable strawberry-blonde girl walked
through the door.
"Rachel! Hi!" Mia led her through the living room en
route to the kitchen, when Rachel turned, saw me,
smiled and said
"Hi," the only girl thus far who, as far as I knew,
noticed me.
"Hi," I replied.
Before I could say anything else, Mia said "Oh, that's
just my cousin" and then the girls busied themselves
with their drinks.
The game was in the fourth quarter, and I was on my
forth beer when Rachel came out of Mia's room.
"Just need a refill" she said.
"What are you drinking?" I asked.
"Vodka and Cranberry" she replied, from the kitchen.
"Try it with a little bit of lemon juice," I said, "It
makes it a little better."
"Oh, OK, I will" she replied. We were both quiet until
she came out stirring her drink.
"Who's playing?" she asked
"Suns and Mavs" I replied.
"Oh, I hate the Mavs," she said.
"Really?" I asked, "You follow basketball?" she came
and sat next to me on the couch.
"Yeah, I play on the school team and like to watch for
strategies." I was shocked. I didn't remember a single
cute girl being on the basketball team when I was in
school. Up close, Rachel really was darling. She had
long reddish-blonde hair, green eyes and freckles. She
didn't have much in way of curves, but she was slender
and getting cuter with each beer.
"I'm Rachel," she said, sticking out her hand. I
introduced myself and asked how she knew Mia.
"Actually, I know her through Emmy. We play basketball
together. I thought Emmy would be here tonight." I told
her about Emmy's softball tournament and she seemed
disappointed.
"You're more than welcome to watch the end of the game
with me," I offered. "It's been a good one."
I was glad to see that she did stay and we made
conversation during the game. She knew basketball very
well and eventually we got to teasing each other about
the other's opinion of the game.
"Steve Nash?" she laughed. "He's alright, but he's no
MVP."
"Oh, you have a better pick?" Before she could respond,
Mia came stumbling out of her room.
"Rachel!" she slurred, "W-what are you doing out here?"
"Just talking basketball with your cousin."
"Jesus, Matt. Way to flirt with a 16 year old. You old
perv. C'mon, Rachel, let me get you a refill."
"Uh, OK," Rachel replied. "Bye," she said to me,
walking into the kitchen.
I was fuming. We were getting along so well. It's not
like I was going to take advantage of Rachel. Well, she
was cute, and I was getting buzzed, but I think I have
more common sense than to try and seduce and underage
girl at a party full of them. I didn't see Rachel again
that night, even though I stayed up to watch a late
movie, just in case Rachel came back out. But she never
did and I finally wandered off to bed once the girls'
room was quiet, which must have been around 3am.
**
The next morning, I woke up around 11, hungover, and
came downstairs after a shower. The kitchen looked like
a hurricane went through and the path between it and
Mia's room was pretty dirty. Before I could think about
cleaning, however, I needed food. I opened the fridge
to look for eggs. I noticed there were only two beers
left. I guess that would explain the headache. I
grabbed the eggs and closed the fridge to find Mia
standing there.
"Jesus!" I said, spooked.
"Sorry. Revenge for yesterday." She giggled. "Oh, ow"
she said, holding a hand to her head.
"Hangover?" I asked.
“Oh yeah," she replied.
"You want some breakfast?"
"I can't even think about food right now. Wow, this
place is a mess."
"You’re telling me. You want to help me clean after
breakfast? I'm making you eat some toast" I threw two
pieces into the toaster.
We made small talk about the night while she nibbled at
her dry toast and I wolfed down some eggs.
"Is there nothing that will make this go away?" She
asked while rubbing her temples.
"Well, I said, there's always some hair of the dog."
"That sound awful," she said, making a barfy face.
In spite of myself, I laughed and said "in my
experience, it's the only surefire cure." A pause "What
the hell," Mia said. “What do we got left?" All that
was left in the fridge were my two beers, and unopened
red wine and a white wine someone drank only the neck
out of.
"How about this?" she asked, holding up the white.
"Fill up two glasses" I said. "Big ones."
We drank first glass still sitting at the table. Mia
was friendly again, but didn't apologize about being
rude to me last night. When she finished the first, I
refilled her and topped mine off and said "let's get to
work".
We started in the kitchen, since it was the worst. I
started doing dished while she drank more wine.
"I think this is starting to work," she giggled.
"Well then, you do some dishes and let me catch up!" I
threw the wet sponge at her.
"Hey!" she screamed in mock anger. "Watch it," she bent
over (score!) to pick up the sponge and started slowly
cleaning glasses. I went to fill up my wine glass when
I heard "think fast!" I turned around just in time for
Mia to spritz me in the chest with the sink sprayer.
"You bitch!" I yelled and ran at her. We wrestled for
control of the sprayer, getting us both fairly doused
in the process. Finally we called a truce and finished
up the glasses.
“Thanks for buying booze last night, Matt.”
“Anytime, Mia.” I guess that was as close to an apology
as I was going to get. "Do you mind if I take a shower
before we tackle the rest of the house?"
"Go ahead" I need a breather after that fight anyway.
Mia giggled and stumbled down to her room.
I turned on ESPN and sipped some more wine. I pretended
not to notice when Mia came out of her room wearing
only a towel, humming as she popped into the bathroom.
My cock noticed, though, as I flew at half mast.
"Whoa," I said under my breath. I went to go open the
red wine, making sure to be back on the couch in case
there was a repeat performance on her way back. Mia did
not disappoint as she came out wearing nothing but the
towel, her hair wet this time. She closed the door to
her room, changed, and came out in a baggy
sweatshirt/pants combo that at least wasn't threatening
to give me a boner while she was around.
"What are you watching?" she asked.
"Well, ESPN, but Pulp Fiction just started."
"Oh, let's watch that. I love Tarantino movies." So I
switched over and Mia came and sat next to me with a
big glass of red. "I like this stuff" she said. "A
hangover fixer, that's for sure" she giggled.
We watched the movie in relative quiet and I noticed we
were both starting to nod off.
"Can I use you as a pillow?" Mia asked.
"Sure," I said, trying to keep my voice from cracking.
Mia laid down and put her head on my leg. My arm rested
just above her hip. We stayed like that for quite some
time, and I assumed she was asleep.
After Travolta got shot, she got up and slurred, "I
have to pee," stumbling towards the bathroom. I changed
positions a little on the couch and tried to not think
about the halfie Mia had given me with her head so
close to where her sister and been yesterday.
Mia came out of the bathroom and stumbled back into the
living room, watching the TV I didn't really watch her
advance until she straddled me. Slowly she brought up
her right knee, then her left until she was rested on
my now-attentive crotch. She learned in for what felt
like an eternity until our lips met.
Her first chaste kiss was the last I felt with her
mouth closed, as she quickly escalated her attacks on
my mouth. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere in my
mouth, yet she allowed time for me to return the favor.
She started rubbing her crotch into mine and let out a
low, quiet moan as she felt how hard I was.
Her mouth moved down to my neck and began licking and
sucking the entire area along my collarbone. I looked
up at the ceiling and thanked whoever was beyond it
that this was happening. We nibbled and licked each
others neck for minutes, until Mia sat up. Looked me in
the eye, and in one smooth motion, pulled off her
sweatshirt. I was now staring right at two of the most
perfect breasts I have ever seen. Huge, hard nipples
graced the ends and I wasted no time pulling them into
my mouth.
"Oh!" Mia yelped as I ran my tongue around and over her
breasts, spending a disproportionate amount of time on
her nipples. If I was sucking on the right one, I would
grope the left one with my hands, tweaking and teasing
her until my tongue returned.
Meanwhile, Mia was trying to unzip my pants with her
right hand while her left held my head tight against
her tits. She was eventually successful and began to
stroke my full erect cock. I then tried to pull down
her sweatpants, but our position made that difficult.
Mia stood up in a flash, pulled down her pants and
underwear, and was back on top of me, all in about 3
seconds. She grabbed my cock and positioned it for
entry and she slowly, slid down it until she bottomed
out at my balls.
"Oh, fuck," was all she said, all I could let out was
an animal grunt. Mia slid up and down my cock slowly
and sensually, which allowed me to appreciate the feel
of her wet silk pussy.
I had never stopped playing with her fabulous tits, and
I went back to them wildly licking sucking, and even
nibbling on those glorious nipples.
As her nude frame bounced up and down on me, slowly
gaining momentum, Mia began to repeated mumble, "Oh
yes," under her breath. As her body moved faster and
faster, her "oh yes's" came out faster and faster and
louder and louder and I found myself attacking her tits
with more and more zeal and even found myself grunting
more and more.
Eventually, with Mia nearly screaming "oh yes!" I
emitted and long, loud, and low groan as I proceeded to
shoot load after load into her cunt. Mia stopped moving
her body, but I could feel her snatch grab my cock and
squeeze. We sat there, cumming together for what felt
like ages. Until, finally, I sat back and looked up at
her. Mia smiled the sweetest smile I have ever seen and
then went to work on me.
Before I could stop her, she was licking and sucking my
cock.
"Mia!" I said, alarmed. Normally my dick can't tolerate
physical contact for a while after cumming.
Mia just replied with a "mmm?" as her mouth was full of
my semi-limp cock. She continued with the "mmm's" but
without the questioning tone and much longer and lower.
This began to have a magical affect on my cock and
libido. Before I knew it, I was back at full force, and
Mia was having a hard time keeping me all in her mouth.
To help her out, I reached down to play with her
beautiful tits. Her moaning and humming on my cock
would change with the amount of pressure I applied to
her nipples. With her tits in my hands and my cock in
her mouth, I was in heaven.
At my hardest point, Mia stopped her ministrations,
looked up, and said simply, "Take me!" She hopped up on
the couch on her hands and knees, waving her sweet ass
in front of me.
I didn't wait long to join her, kneeling behind her on
the couch, I took my dick and slid it slowly into her
hot, waiting cunt. This time it was Mia that groaned.
Each time I slid in and out she would emit a small
grunt. I went as slow as I could, as I knew from past
experience that I can be a little much for girls in
this position.
I took time to admire how good her pussy felt on my
dick and even reached around to play with her tits a
while longer. Eventually, Mia's hips increased the
speed at which she thrust against me and I had to
abandon her tits to hold onto her hips.
I squeezed that ass I had been admiring all summer long
and starting plowing into her. Mia sounded like a wild
animal in rut. With each thrust her guttural grunts
would gain intensity. She had moved one hand down to
play with her clit and this sent her over the edge. Her
animal sounds went to a new, high pitch and I felt the
now-familiar sensation of her pussy grabbing my dick
and milking it.
This time, her orgasm set me off, and I could only get
out "Oh, Mia!" before I unloaded into her pussy the
second load in under an hour. Mia's pussy was spasming
before I came and long after I was finished. The noises
she made seemed to change with each spasm of her cunt.
Finally, she collapsed in a pile on the couch. I laid
next to her and held her in my arm.
"Fuck, that was amazing," she said, barely a whisper.
"I'll say," I replied. Mia opened up her arm and we
laid there holding each other for a long time.
"The reason I was so mean to you last night is that I
didn't want any of the other girls to have you" Mia
said, out of the blue.
"What?" I asked, shocked.
Mia's head came up to look me in the eyes and say "I've
wanted you since you first came through that door." She
nodded in the direction of the front door. "I'm real
good at hiding my true emotions. I couldn't just come
out and start flirting with my own cousin. But I wore
enough low cut clothes around you to know you were
interested in my body despite our relation. I also
noticed a certain bulge in your pants when I was
around." I guess I blushed. "Don't be embarrassed" Mia
said, giving me a soft kiss and snuggling back up in my
arms "I like you too. And this won't be the last time
we do this."
Mia was drifting off to sleep, and I would have too
except for one little thing I couldn't stop thinking
about: If Mia didn't want to share me, what was I going
to do when Emmy came home?
To be continued...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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