Chapter 2: Kristen Gets Things Started

Looking back, it shouldn’t have surprised me that Kristen would be the one to start things. All my life she’d been like my bad little sister, always the one to instigate things and get me in trouble. Now that we were older, she seemed to delight in finding ways to stretch my boundaries, as if they weren’t already stretched out pretty thin as it was. One of her crowning achievements recently was to lure me to a party where she and I were the entertainment - for dozens of men as it turned out. It was one of those things you look back on and wonder how in the world you ever did it - and that you would never do it again! Not that it wasn’t fun or anything, but it was like when I had sex with a dog, good for the one-time experience but now it was in the “been there, done that” category.

You had to hand it to Kristen, she was great when it came to luring people into situations where they never expected to be and then take advantage of them once they were there. I guess that’s why she was in such demand as a call-girl (or whore as I preferred to call her). It also didn’t hurt that even though she was 21, when she dressed right she could pass for being several years younger, something that seemed to draw men like bees to flowers. As it was, she caught me off-guard and it was too late before I realized what she had in mind. It’s not that I was unhappy with how things turned out, it was being manipulated that sort of made me feel a little used.

“So Kelly, where’s Duane?” she teased me.

Damn her, she knew perfectly well where he was as I had complained all week about his leaving for his “manly” trip. No girls allowed. What a crock. I could have had fun with them all, if that’s what it took although I’m not too sure how Duane’s dad would have handled THAT.

“Go ahead, rub it in,” I replied, frowning at her for bringing it up. Well, I should have known better than to have even acknowledged her.

“Awwwwww, is someone horny? I bet you miss Duane’s nice hard dick, don’t you?” she teased some more.

“And what business would my boyfriend’s dick be of yours?”

“Hey girl, don’t forget the guy has fucked me a few times too you know,” she reminded me, as if I could forget that.

To my chagrin it was true. Before Duane and I started going out he had dated Kristen and like just about every boy she’d ever dated, he’d fucked her on their first date. Personally, I preferred giving a BJ the first time and then MAYBE letting him fuck me the next time but usually never the first night. Kristen just looked at that as a waste of good dick I suppose. I sometimes think the only reason she dates in the first place is to get laid.

“So what has THAT got to do with anything now?”

“Well, I’m just saying, I can understand why you miss him. He DOES have a great cock and boy or boy, he certainly knows how to use it.”

OK, what was THIS all about? It wasn’t really cool to tell a girl about how great it was to fuck her boyfriend, especially when she’s getting more and more serious with that guy and even starting to think about what happen in the future. What was ironic was that if I DID eventually marry Duane, then he could fuck Kristen all he wanted as she was my cousin and part of my family and I really wouldn’t have any say in it.