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“Jeanne!!!”

I woke from my usual Thursday-afternoon daze. Groggily, I got up from my desk to see what my mother wanted.

“Yes?” I called back.

“Come down here a minute.”

Her tone sounded somewhat excited, which woke me up rather quickly. I made my way downstairs and into the living room where my mother and father were sitting on the couch.

“We have some good news,” said my father.

“Let me guess; you just saved a bunch of money on your car insurance by switching to Geico,” I snickered. My parents nearly fell off the couch laughing.

“Like mother, like daughter,” said my mother. “We have that sense of humor.”

“Very funny, Jeanne,” said my father, trying to sound sarcastic but still unable to keep a straight face. “Actually, we’re going on a trip this weekend.”

Now even though I was 18, I still shuddered with excitement at the prospect of going on trips.

“Great!” I said, giggling. “So where are we going?”

“Somewhere we haven’t been in AGES,” said my mom. “We’re going up to Washington to visit your Uncle Andrew and Aunt Bertha!”

I gasped. I hadn’t seen my uncle and aunt in nearly six years!

“Oh my God! Are you serious?!” I yelled.

“Yep. They gave us a call just last night and said that it’s been a while. So they want us to come up for the weekend.”

I turned around. Shock and joy flooded my mind. I was going to see my aunt and uncle again!

“And,” said my father, “I’m sure you remember your cousin Jason?”

OUCH. That struck a blow to my happiness. I remembered my cousin all too well. When I had last seen him, he was a pudgy, buck toothed brat of 14, the ugly duckling of the family. He would always annoy the fuck outta me and push me around like I was nothing.

“Um, yeah,” I said. “I remember him.”

“Well he’s going to be there too,” said my mother ecstatically. “I hear he’s really looking forward to seeing you again.”

‘More like looking forward to being a snotty, little brat again,’ I thought irritably, but I said, “Cool.”

“So start packing,” said my mother. “We’re leaving at sunrise tomorrow!”


I went back upstairs and packed my stuff. Several thoughts raced through my mind as I packed. Some of them were joyous about seeing my aunt and uncle. But upon finding that my cousin was still around clouded them up. I burned with embarrassment knowing what a dork he was. Suddenly I remembered (how could I have been so stupid not to think of it before?) that it had been six years since I last saw him! Who knows? He might have changed in the past six years. Since I was 18, he had to be at least 20 now. Perhaps he had matured. But then again, I remembered a little saying that “some things never change.” I went to sleep early that night with thought of the next two days still racing through my mind. Little did I know that I was in store for the wildest weekend in my adolescent life…




The trip the next day was long and tiring, as I expected since we came from North Carolina. I slept most of the way, only waking when we stopped for lunch, then going back to sleep. We arrived in Washington sometime around 3:00 p.m., and I woke up again. It had been so long since I had been here, but it was still the beautiful city that I remembered.

A few minutes later, we came to the complex of houses where my aunt and uncle lived. It took us a while to find their house, but we came to a court where we saw the two of them flagging us down, and we pulled into the driveway.

Aunt Bertha had an ear-to-ear smile as we got out of the car.

“Vanessa!” she squealed as she hugged her sister.

“Oh Bertha! It’s been too LONG!” said my mother happily. Meanwhile, my dad shook hands with my uncle.

“Where you been all these years, broski?” Uncle Andrew said to him.

My dad laughed. I rolled my eyes. Their generation was using language of my generation? I knew we were in a new age after that.

“And here’s my beautiful niece!” said Aunt Bertha. I grinned as I gave her a hug. “Oh Jeanne, you’re so different from when I last saw you!”

Well duh! It’s been six years! I hastily changed the subject to the only thing I could think of.

“Where’s Jason?”

“He’s out somewhere with his friends,” said my uncle. “I think you’ll be surprised at what he’s become.”

I raised my eyebrows and started to help unload the van. I was still tired, so when we finished, I collapsed into a chair in the living room.

“We made up a place for you down in the basement,” said my aunt. “Just take your stuff down there when you’re ready.”

“Don’t worry,” snickered my uncle. “You won’t be down there alone. The basement is Jason’s insane asylum. Now your aunt and I are taking your parents out to dinner. We would take you, but where we’re going, no one under 21 allowed. But there’s plenty of food in the refrigerator, just help yourself. No telling when Jason will be home, though.”

“Okay,” I said, a little nervous. I was in the basement with Jason? This is gonna be interesting…

A few minutes later, my aunt, uncle, and parents left the house. I turned on the TV and watched a show. After about fifteen minutes, I fixed myself something to eat. Jason was the last thing on my mind while I was eating and watching TV, and I had just gotten done when the doorbell rang. Absentmindedly I got up and opened the door. I almost screamed.

If that face hadn’t been only slightly reminiscent of a kid I knew six years ago, I could have sworn a stranger had come to the house! My cousin Jason stood in the doorway, but in a period of six years, he had COMPLETELY changed. Rather than the chubby little geek that he had once been, he was now a punk-rock bad boy! He was about six inches taller than me. His hair, once shaggy and matted, was now up in a blood red, five-spike Mohawk. He was wearing a black shirt of the band “Anti-Flag,” and a black leather jacket that was covered in metal studs and chains, and had a huge, white anarchy symbol on the back. He was also wearing wristbands, which also sported studs and spikes. His pants, held up by a studded belt, were plaid and covered in patches of skulls, anarchy symbols, and whatnot. A single silver chain went from his belt to his back pocket. He also wore heavy black boots that could probably kill someone if he kicked them in the head.

I looked up at my cousin with wide eyes, and he grinned.

“Hey Jeanne,” he said in a rough voice, quite different from way back when.

I noticed that he’d gotten his ear pierced, as well as his nose. He even had snakebites (his bottom lip pierced on both sides). All in all, he looked quite intimidating.

“Um, hi Jason,” I said nervously.

“Not what you’re used to seeing, am I?” he sneered.

I scoffed. “Oh, please.”

“Let’s go in the kitchen,” he said, grabbing my wrist and leading me back into the kitchen. I sat down and he went to the refrigerator.

“You want a beer?” He asked.

“No thanks,” I said. “I’ll just have a Coke.”

He tossed me a Coke and he got himself a Heineken. He sat down and took a long swig, after which he let out an almighty belch.

“Beer for a REAL man,” he snarled. “So, what have you been up to since I last saw you?”

“Trying to get ready for college,” I said. “Don’t know where I’m going yet, though. I’ll probably give it another year.”

“College,” snickered Jason. “The joys of sophisticated youth.”

We talked some more for a few minutes. But all the while, I started having this weird feeling. Even though I was somewhat of a goody-goody girl, I’d always had a thing for bad boys, ones like Jason in particular. And suddenly, I felt a strange surge of lust go through my body. It was unreal. Why was I feeling this for my COUSIN of all people? Then, looking at him, I saw something in his eyes… Was he feeling lust for me as well? I really wouldn’t be surprised; I mean, I was 5’9” with black hair halfway down my back; I had a devilishly cute face, milky-white skin, 34-C tits, and long, sexy legs with a decent-sized ass. Who wouldn’t want me? Staring at him, I suddenly started envisioning myself being tied up helplessly, him gnawing and tongue-lashing my cunt as if he were a cannibal…

“Jeanne!”
I suddenly came to my senses. Blushing, I worried that I was thinking out loud.

“Are you okay?” Jason asked.

“Oh, y-y-yeah,” I said, feeling the heat on my face.

“You were staring off into space,” he said. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I said I’m fine,” I said, a note of snobbishness in my voice.

Jason scoffed at me. “Well, I’m gonna go take a shower.”

He got up and left the kitchen, leaving me sitting there, feeling a little foolish. Why was I having visions of my own cousin taking me as his sex slave? Oh, of course, because it’s always been my dream to get fucked by a bad boy… Looking down, I noticed a small, wet spot in the middle of my pants. And I realized, I wanted my cousin…BADLY.

A few minutes later, I took my bags and looked for the basement. It wasn’t hard to find; there was a single door with the words “KEEP THE FUCK OUT” taped onto it. When I got downstairs, I could tell a punk definitely lived here. Everywhere were guitars, chains, empty beer cans and bottles, cigarette butts, and the place was generally untidy -- not the kind of thing my parents would generally condone. I sat down on the couch for a minute, until I noticed the half-open door to his bedroom. I started feeling curious, and I got up and walked in there. I wasn’t surprised to see that his bedroom also looked like Hurricane Katrina had gone through there. I looked around and saw that he was a weapon collector. Who would have thought that the scaredy-cat brat I knew only a few years ago would grow to love brutal weapons? I then noticed a picture on his dresser; one of him and four other guys. From the way they were dressed, I knew they were a band. Then, I noticed something else on the dresser; it looked like a small photo album. The thing that intrigued me was the DANGER sticker on the front of it. Being the curious cat that I am, I opened it. My jaw nearly hit the floor.

It was a picture of Jason in just his jeans and boots. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. WOW. What was once a mound of baby fat had transformed into well-built muscle. His skin, white but only slightly darker than my own, was almost completely covered in tattoos…

Goddamn me to Hell, but if lust was fire, there was now a towering inferno inside of me! I sat back on the bed and started going deeper into the photo album. More pictures of my cousin in jeans without a shirt on. Then I came to a picture of him in only a pair of boxer briefs. I couldn’t contain myself too much longer. As I flicked through more pictures, I reached into my pants and started fingering my pussy, which was wet as hell already. I hoped I’d come across a picture of him buck naked, but I didn’t. But what I did see was enough to make my body convulse into orgasm after about ten minutes, picturing him eating my pussy like there was no tomorrow, brutally fucking me into oblivion—

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”

I hadn’t even heard Jason come into the room! I threw the album under the bed and yanked my hand out of my pants in a flash. But judging by the way he was looking at me, I could tell it was too late.

“It’s not what it looks like!” I yelled, panicking. “I-I just—“

Jason scowled at me and crossed his arms. “I always knew you were a freak,” he said in a low voice.

I just sat there on the bed, staring at him. He was wearing another pair of plaid pants with his belt, and his boots. It took me a few seconds to realize that he was not wearing a shirt. I then found myself eyeing his muscular stature, taking in all the grooves and veins, and of course the tattoos. I could feel my pussy begin to grow wetter.

I didn’t notice him walking towards me, and I came to my senses when he grabbed me by my hair. I looked up at him, and the scowl was replaced by a very sly smirk. He lowered his face to just inches from mine.

“Jeanne, do you want to fuck me?” he asked.

Of course I wanted to, BADLY. Yet I didn’t admit it. But apparently my eyes said it all. He locked his lips onto mine and he gave me a very rough kiss. A loud moan escaped me as he started to shove his tongue into my mouth. I heard him snicker lowly as he continued to kiss me. Something told me that this was going to be a rough ride, and I so badly wanted it to be.

We stopped kissing and Jason reached out and lifted my shirt up over my head, then reached back and unclasped my bra. My tits popped out and Jason eyed them, licking his lips like a dog. He then sat down on the bed and started kissing me again, this time fondling my tits as he did so. I reached up and rubbed his rock-hard bare chest, and my hands roamed behind him, feeling his muscular back. He reached down and unfastened my jeans, which were already wet. I slid them and my panties down and shook them off my ankles.

Jason stopped kissing me and eyed my shaven pussy, a vicious hunger in his eyes. He pushed me down onto my back and in one quick movement, thrust his middle finger up my twat.

“Aah! Ohh!” I cried out in pain and pleasure. With a snarling grin on his face, he leaned over and started sucking on my breasts. Oh my God, he was all over them like a vampire thirsting for blood! And still he fingered my pussy so hard I thought he would tear it open.

“Damn, you’re one hot bitch,” Jason breathed as he got off the bed and knelt down in front of me.

I scoffed and sat up. “Don’t call me a--”

“Lay the fuck down!” he said harshly, shoving me back down on my back.

“But--”

“Shut up,” he snarled. He then spread my pussy lips wide and like it was nothing, darted his tongue inside.

“Ohh!” I moaned. The abruptness almost made me cum instantly. He licked up, down, all around, savoring the taste of my sex juices. Then he gnashed on my clit, and I screamed out in pleasure.

“Oh, Jason, JASON!” I squealed.

“Mmm, you ARE a dirty little freak, aren’t ya?” said Jason, looking up at me with a crazy smile on his face.

“Don’t stop,” I begged him. He continued to gnaw on my clit and he reached up and started to fondle my tits. This was almost too much for me as he pinched my nipples, hard.

“Oh God, I’m cumming!” I yelled, and with that, waves of orgasm shot through my body and hot juices squirted out of my pussy and onto Jason’s face. I lay on the bed panting, my body spasming from the intense climax, as Jason stood up, grinning and licking his lips like a starved puppy that had just had a good meal.

As my orgasm ebbed away, I stood up and gave my cousin a deeply sensual kiss, tasting my pussy juices on his lips. Then I started licking my way down, lost in his muscles, down to his navel. I looked up at him with lustful eyes.

“You know you want it,” he snarled.

Now on my knees in front of him, I undid his belt buckle and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I slid his pants down around his ankles, and did the same thing with his underwear. His beautiful cock was now exposed. It had to be at least 11 ½ inches long and about 2 inches wide. I stroked it with one hand while I massaged his balls with the other. I heard him give a low chuckle as I did so.

“You can’t hold yourself back forever,” he laughed.

Of course I couldn’t. Lust overcoming me, I wrapped my lips around the head and began to suck on the mammoth cock. I took as much in as I could.

“Ah fuck,” groaned Jason. “Fuck yeah, suck that big dick, bitch.”

He leaned over and turned his stereo on full volume, and punk music filled the room. Meanwhile I licked the monster shaft up and down and every now and then I would take his hot balls into my mouth. My hands roamed his burly body, rubbing his chest, squeezing his nipples, massaging his washboard abs, and fondling his muscular butt cheeks. His sexy growls of pleasure kept me going harder and faster. I started taking in more and more of his rock-hard man meat. It took a while, but I was finally deep-throating him. I moaned around his cock, which made him throw his head back.

“Goddamn,” he groaned, and he grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my face at his own pace. About two minutes later…

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned. I sucked as hard as I could and jerked the base of his cock, and his moans turned to yells as I felt his cock expand.

“Ahh, Ahh, AHH, OH FUCK!!!!!!!”

And with that, he thrust hard and erupted a huge load of semen into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could as fast as I could, trying to milk every drop of jizm out of his dick. He grabbed my head, trying to keep himself stable. After what seemed like a good few minutes, his orgasm subsided and his cock went limp in my mouth. I got to my feet and licked my cum-laced lips. I started fingering myself to get him hard again, because I desperately wanted him to fuck my pussy. In almost no time, his cock was standing at full attention again, perhaps even bigger than the last time. He smiled and laughed.

“Damn, I love having a dirty whore for a cousin,” he said.

‘I wasn’t such a good little girl anymore!’ I thought, as I walked up to him and rubbed his body again.

“I want your cock in my pussy,” I whispered.

“Get the fuck off of me!” he yelled, and he pushed me onto the bed. “I’m in control now.” Strangely, he treating me in this rough manner was arousing me; I really seemed to like it.

The next thing I knew, he’d stepped out of his pants, leapt on top of me and was straddling me.

“I hope you’re ready for this,” he breathed. He leaned in and locked his pierced lips onto mine once again, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Then he got up off of me, grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach. I could hear him half panting, half laughing as he got ready to fuck me. I was getting all the more aroused by his savage animal-like behavior.

My ass in the air, I felt his tongue penetrate my pussy once again and I let out a moan. Then, a second later, I felt him rest the head of his enormous cock against the soaking entrance to my cunt.

“No turning back now!” Jason yelled, and with that, he buried 5 of his 11-½ inches of meat into my bad pussy. I cried out in pain at the sudden intrusion, but was able to relax myself after a few seconds. But Jason had his own plans; he wanted to slam every inch of himself into me. He fucked me slowly at first, inching a little further with each thrust. With each one, I winced a little; I’d never taken a cock as big as Jason’s before, and although my pussy was soaking wet, I was still hurting. Finally, he was about 9 inches deep. I looked back at his face, which was scrunched up, sweating, and blushing from the effort of pushing himself into me. He stopped, breathing heavily and looked at me.

“You’re…a…tight…little…bitch,” he said between deep breaths. I barely had time to think, and he said, “Fuck it!” And with one almighty heave, he thrust himself into me to the very hilt of his cock and balls.

The scream that escaped my lips could have shattered bulletproof glass to smithereens. His hand quickly shot to my mouth.

“Goddamn it, do you want everyone to know I’m fucking you?!” he said through clenched teeth. My pussy gripped his giant dick extremely hard as he pulled back out, only to thrust himself balls-deep again, this time it did not hurt too badly. So he started going at a slow pace, which felt good at first, but I realized that it wasn’t enough; I wanted him to turn into a beast and treat me like a whore; I wanted him to fuck me like there was no tomorrow!

As if he could read my mind, Jason picked up his pace. I could now feel his balls slapping against the front of my cunt. He reached out and started grabbing my tits again, while I reached in and started rubbing and pinching my clit, trying to make myself cum again. With each thrust, I moaned loudly, enjoying every inch that was pulsing in and out of me. In about a minute, he’d fucked me into another orgasm. Pleasure raced through my body as I rubbed my pussy, trying to make it as intense as possible.

“Ahh! Ohh! Oh my God!” I yelled.

“It only gets better,” said Jason as he pulled out of me. He flipped me back over onto my back and lifted my legs so that my feet were now resting on his shoulders. He plunged his penis into my pussy again. I was so surprised to even be able to take a cock this size!

“Ohh! Ohh! Oh fuck! GIVE IT TO ME, DADDY!!!” I screamed. That’s when his true beast came out. He pushed my legs back until my ankles were on either side of my head. Then he himself got onto the bed and I was now face to face with him.

“Oh, yeah. Who’s your daddy now?” he panted. Then he pulled almost all the way out, and WHAM! He pushed back in with all of his weight. I let out a HUGE half moan, half scream. And now he was giving me the brutal fucking that I’d pictured him giving me earlier. He slammed into me over and over, impaling my pussy so hard I thought it would tear. He timed his thrusts to the rhythm of the blaring music, and gradually picked up his pace until I knew no difference between him pushing in and pulling out. I was practically screaming with pleasure as he fucked me. I could also hear his beastlike yells and groans over the music.

After about five minutes of rough, wild fucking, I had another orgasm, stronger than any I’d ever had! His monster cock kept rubbing my clit as he fucked me, making it all the more enjoyable. I looked up at him, and his face was scrunched up and blushing again, which told me he was getting ready to cum again too.

“Shove it down my throat!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“That’s what you want?!” he yelled.

“DO IT!”

After a few seconds he pulled out and leapt back on top of me, his cock right in my face. I took it into my mouth in a flash, jerking the base very hard.

“OH FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!”

Finally, stream after stream of hot cum bolted into my mouth, and I swallowed as much as I could. Jason was moaning and screaming as he released his seed into me. His jizms finally went down after a minute and his cock went limp. He got off the bed and pulled his pants back on before turning his stereo off and collapsing onto the bed, panting very heavily now, his body glistening with sweat.

“I’ve NEVER been fucked like that before,” I said, my voice hoarse from all the moaning.

“I can see I did my job,” said Jason, reaching over onto his bedside table and picking up a cigarette. I got up and pulled my pants and my bra back on, my pussy rather sore now. I collapsed onto the bed beside my cousin, my eyes closed and breathing deeply.

I heard Jason give a small laugh. “You think that was a hot fuck?” he said. I opened my eyes to see him take a drag of his cigarette and turn back to me, smiling a little sadistically. “You ain’t seen nothing yet!”

I knew then, that my weekend was FAR from over….



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