Tied up cousin

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Hey, I hear somethin'," Billy said as Carol finally sagged under the man's weight.

"Ain't that your folks?" Jack said, pointing at a pair of headlights coming up the road.

"Dunno. Probably. Come on, let's get the bitch inside."

The three boys hurried, dragging the moaning girl from the field into the house, up the stairs and finally to her bedroom. Billy threw her on the narrow bed while Jack and Ron ran back down the steps to the rear door.

"Okay, baby, you got saved this time. I had plans… other kind of plans," he said, his voice dropping off for a second.

Carol shivered, not wanting to know what they were.

"Just don't think you can say somethin' about this. Nobody's gonna believe you. They all think I'm some goody-two-shoes like them. And you open that mouth and try to say somethin', and you'll get punished like you ain't never dreamed. Unnerstan'?"

Carol shook her head up and down quickly, her eyes riveted to the young man's crotch. She couldn't imagine what could be more harsh than the events that had taken place that evening. But the blonde teen was reasonably sure if there were more crud acts of sexuality, Billy knew of them.

Satisfied he'd adequately warned her, the young man slammed the door, going down the stairs to meet his parents who had just driven into the yard.

For hours, Carol lay like a zombie in bed, not wishing to move. She was terrified that the slightest sound would bring Billy and his friends back in to torment her. It was only when the house drew quiet, when she heard her aunt and uncle climbing the stairs slowly and discussing the carnage in town, that Carol realized her nightmare was over. Now she would think about her transgressions, about how she willingly accepted all the horror flung at her.

"Ohhhhhh!"

Waves of shame and horror crashed down on her. Grabbing a pillow, Carol covered her head with it, rolling over and sobbing hysterically. No, she couldn't let her aunt and uncle hear her. She cried and cried, tearing at the sheets with her fingers, fighting down the nausea that swept over her mind. After several more hours, late in the evening, Carol fell asleep, her dreams replays of the torture she'd endured that night. For days later, the girl avoided her cousin, growing so quiet that even her aunt and uncle noticed it. They wanted to take her to the doctor. But Carol adamantly refused, saying it was just a phase she was going through. It had been hard to find clothes to cover the bruises and marks of the previous evening. She didn't dare go to a doctor. A physician would know automatically something strange had happened. And he would be obligated to tell her aunt and uncle. As sick and confused as Carol was, the girl couldn't see telling on her cousin. She remembered his warning as he stood in the doorway, his crotch bulging with a stiff dick. The young woman was sure he wanted to fuck her at that point.

Days turned into weeks and still nothing happened. Carol was still haunted by terrible dreams. At times, she awoke screaming and drenched in sweat. Her aunt and uncle would come running to the door, thinking a prowler had entered the house. And somewhere in the dark Carol knew Billy was laughing, knowing full well the reason for her terror.

And yet something clue was happening to her. As the marks healed, the young woman realized she wanted Billy… wanted him in any way he chose. She watched him like a cat in hunt at dinner the third week, trying desperately to musk her true feelings. Once or twice he caught her staring at him and he smiled. He knew what he'd unleashed in her. He could feel its power growing, taking her over, destroying all sense of decency in the girl.

It was the beginning of the fourth week after her ordeal that her aunt and uncle went out once more. This time Carol wasn't terrified. No, she had been hoping for the two of them to leave. At times the young woman tried to think of reasons to get them out of the house. Oh, God, what a slut she'd turned into. And yet she couldn't help it. Her pussy was healed and hot now. She wanted Billy, wanted him to do anything to her. She thought of his thick muscled body, his sneering face, his rough way of handling her. And all those thoughts drove her wild!

As her aunt and uncle drove away, Carol moved away from the window. In the background the television droned. Somewhere in the house Billy was lying down… probably in his room.

Carol sat down in front of the television. She was wearing the sexiest thing she could think of now… a flimsy robe with nothing underneath. She watched the stupid TV show drone on as she waited for Billy to come down the stairs.

Footsteps! Some one was walking down the stairs, coming toward her. Carol stiffened, holding the edges of her robe together while her eyes stared blankly in front of her. She was coming to him, actually begging him to destroy her. She hauled in a lungful of air, not caring now what the significance of that desire meant.

"Been watchin' you."

The words shot out like cannon fire in the quiet room. Carol could smell her hot cunt. She felt she couldn't get her breath. It had been so long weeks since anything had touched her cunt. And now it ached… actually ached with sexual tension!

"Oh?"

Carol still stared at the television, flat daring to turn around and face Billy's stare. She knew she'd melt under it, and the young woman still wanted to play coy.

"Been thinkin' about you, too. Man, you dig the kind of stuff I do. We could be a real team, know that? I mean," Billy said, moving away from the doorway up behind the chair Carol satin, "I mean I started in on you 'cause I thought you was just another cunt. But, man, you dig me… dig me and what I like, right?"

Carol shivered. Could she admit to something like that… admit it to him? She nodded her head up and down.

Billy moved around to a stool in front of her and sat down. Reaching forward, he opened her robe. She felt the silken edge of the robe inch down the tops of her tits, cling for a second on her large red nipples, then fall completely apart. Billy lowered his mouth, his tongue lightly wetting one dark nipple, then the other. She cried out, letting her head fall back and her knees fall apart.

"Man, you're good and hot, good and ready for one hell of a fuckin'. Ain't gonna let my buddies have you this time," Billy growled.

Carol trembled. Her ass squirmed on the chair, her thighs moving apart for his fingers. When one of those fingers slid into the flooding crack of her pussy, she groaned loudly. Billy kissed Carol, her tongue moving quickly inside his mouth as his fingering became more intense. Carol couldn't believe this was happening. Oh, it was so good, wonderful!

Billy's fingers cased up into her cunt. She tightened her pussy-lips around his touch, clamping one of her hands over his to shove him in deeper. How exciting, how thrilling that touching and fingering was. Oh, Carol wished it could go on all evening. She cursed her aunt and uncle, wishing they would stay away forever as she and Billy fucked on for an eternity!

"Please, fuck, fuck," Carol panted.

"Man, no problem there," he said.

"I can't walk," she complained as he stood up. Billy smiled down at her, scooped her up and carried the overheated young teenager up the stairs to his bedroom. In seconds he was undressed. She had glimpses of his movements – first bare shoulders, bare chest, his fat long dick, and those powerful hairy legs.

Then he was on top of her, pinning her down on the bed while his cock gouged her pussy-lips.

"Man, gonna fuck you silly. Then we'll talk about other kinds of stuff… you know, the kinda shit you and I dig."

Carol looked at his eyes… strong, intense, wolf-like. Ohhh, how she loved that. Letting out a cry of joy, the girl linked her arms over his head and kissed him passionately.

It was nice, wonderful. Billy stuck his dick in her pussy fast, reaching between them and strumming her clit-shaft violently. And whenever he touched the sensitive tip, grabbing it between two fingers and rolling it around like a marble, Carol almost pissed on the bed. Oh, God, it was at a time like this she could almost convince herself she loved Billy. Her own cousin! Incest! But considering everything else she'd done, incest was the mildest.

"Fuck me, fuck me, Billy!" she moaned in a low voice.

He was biting each of her tits, taking the nipples one at a time and nibbling on them gently. They continued on that way for what seemed like hours, the room filled with the sounds of sucking and fucking. Carol almost gagged as he lashed out with his tongue.

Then Billy shouted something. Carol shouted back. And soon they were writhing in the throes of mutual orgasm. They bucked and clawed at one another, the bed groaning and squeaking under their wild release.

When it was over, Billy still lay on top of Carol, telling her he was going to fuck her again and again until he was dried up. And then, tomorrow maybe, they could at more daring, more exotic.

Carol remembered that fateful night and smiled back at him… the smile of a willing slave. Yes, she had become Billy's servant in sex. He could fuck her, best her, anything to bring about their satisfaction. With a sigh of happiness, Carol caressed his back, waiting for the young farm boy's usual strength to come back.

Her aunt and uncle had gone to practice their religion. Well, thought Carol, It's time I start practicing mine… again!