Chapter 4

Though Betty had somehow kept her personal life very private, she wondered how long she could hide the maddening lust she felt for her cousin, Billy Mathews. Since Billy and his sister had come to stay with them, Betty had been in a state of high nervousness. She'd pretended to be aloof from anything so base as desire for her younger cousin. After all she'd been to college, she'd been in the Peace Corps for a couple of years. She'd moved in larger circles, done grander things. Billy was just a kid really. Well, he was nineteen. Not exactly a kid. And by the way his jeans fit him, he wasn't built like a kid either.

"Damn," she breathed to herself. She'd awakened late on this Saturday morning and sensed that the house was empty. She remembered that her folks had planned to go the short distance into town for some shipping and had recalled also that her cousin Alice was going too. Betty's brother Lee would be down at the lake most likely.

And Billy would probably be with him. That meant she could do some thorough detective work without being disturbed.

As she brushed out her red hair before the mirror, Betty frowned at her reflection. She was standing there with only a pair of skimpy panties on to cover the red thatch of cunt hair that warmed the plump lips of her pussy. She'd never really been worried about her body before Alice had appeared on the scene. Alice was such a little fool. So coy and teasing and self-conscious. Betty guessed that she didn't know the first thing about fucking. But she had a model's figure. That was more than Betty had inherited.

Her figure was shorter, thicker than Alice's. She had full, thin thighs and a curvy bottom that jutted out sharply from the sweeping line her back made. Her hips were wide and feminine. They looked wider than they really were because of her tiny waist. The rest of her was good enough, she guessed. She had medium-sized tits that seemed larger because they were so firm and high on her chest. Her face was what many of her dates called striking. It was on the pretty side of plain. But more than her freckles or big, green eyes or wide mouth was the fact that she had a sexy face. A sensual face. Some dates had been more frank. She had the kind of face that seemed to say she wanted to screw. Betty could only agree with that assessment.

She'd become sexually active at twelve years old. Which meant she'd had her first fuck then. A seventeen-year-old boy had been mowing her father's lawn. Since they lived well apart from any neighbors, Betty had started sunbathing at a young age. She could remember the sun-warmed blanket and the boy asking her if she'd like him to rub oil on her back. Of course she'd wanted him to do it.

And the touch of his fingers sliding on her skin had started up fires that still raged in her body. The boy had finally rolled her over and penetrated her without even taking off her bikini. Betty had not so much as squealed in protest. She'd watched him with wide, interested eyes and been amazed at the feeling of his stiff, slender cock as it easily ruptured her hymen. That poor little cherry had been pretty finger-worn by the time her first lover had gotten to it though. The rapture of that first fuck still lingered with her and she felt a flood of moisture as she continued to brush her hair.

"I'm not really too big in the ass," she said, turning her profile, then her back to the mirror.

And she wasn't. Her ass was curvaceous and inviting looking. A lot more inviting than Alice's boyish frame. At least that's what Betty thought. And she'd never been hurting for boy friends. But they came and went pretty quickly. It seemed that in the beginning they were always turned on by her voracious appetite for the sensual. But after a month or so they began to wear out. Betty had never met anyone who could keep up with her. She would have it morning, noon and night if possible.

And when she started calling on a boy to get a little action before daybreak, the romance usually withered pretty fast. She couldn't help it if she was aggressive. When she got that feeling, she just had to act. And this morning she had that feeling worse than ever. After taking care of her little investigation, she meant to drive to town and look up an old beau. He was married, but if she played her cards right she could catch him at the right moment.

"But first I'm going to see if I'm right about something," she said aloud. She cupped each of her breasts, felt another rush of slickness pour from her crevice. Then she padded out of her room barefooted and went down the hall to her cousin's room.

Billy wasn't much neater than his sister. There were open magazines strewn around and a baseball mitt tossed on the floor. His bed was unmade and Betty couldn't resist pulling down the sheet to see if he was like every other guy in the world. There was a spot which was stiff when she scratched it with a nail. Billy's shorts lay nearby and when she picked them up they were stiff too. Then she saw the picture sticking out of a closed book. Her heart did a few seconds of doubletime when she opened the pages and looked at the photo glossy photograph inside. It was a picture of her.

"Wow. Ohhh, wow!" She swallowed hard and felt her panties get even more soppy than they already were. She'd forgotten that Billy was an amateur photographer of sorts. And he obviously owned a telephoto lens. The snapshot had been taken a few days before and quickly developed. It would been the day Betty had sunbathed on the back lawn. She'd thought she had been alone. And like she always did when she was alone, she'd slipped out of her bikini top to get some sun on her back. Billy had caught her just as she'd lifted herself on elbows to shift a little. The full weight of her breasts had pushed the nipples proudly outwards. The soft swells of white flesh looked fantastic compared to her tan body. She regained enough composure to smile at last.

"I look better than I thought," she whispered, putting the photograph back carefully into the book. Her first thought now was that Billy had the hots for her every bit as much as she did for him. Of course they had nothing in common. She was far too old for him, she thought. But his youthful good looks lured her. Not to mention the fact that, she was as horny as she always got during the long, hot summers.

But then maybe he was just like most guys. Horny. Maybe he didn't really have a crush on her at all. Maybe he had taken the picture in an idle moment and forgot it. But then that wouldn't account for her missing panties. The reason she'd come to snoop in her cousin's room in the first place.

The first drawer yielded nothing. She found a tangle of socks and shorts and a necktie which looked like it had never been worn much. At the corner in the back she picked up a small foil package and examined it. A fairly good brand of rubbers. Betty smiled and felt the tingles shoot through her again. She couldn't help wonder how her cousin's cock would look inside one of those thin membranes. She'd only seen the swell at the crotch of his levi's. But if he was hung like she thought he was that rubber would be stretched to the breaking point.

"God, I can't help but wonder what he would feel like sliding into me," she breathed, liking the words on her tongue, liking the way it made her feel.

In the second drawer she found her panties. The pink ones, not her favorites. She rolled them in her palm, wondering how Billy had gotten the nerve to sneak in her room and rifle her drawers. And then she noticed that the silken things were stiff. She scratched her fingernail along the whitish patch of something. Her lashes fluttered excitedly.

"Ohhhh," she murmured, "so that's what he used them for." Betty had an image of Billy jacking off with her dainty underwear wrapped around his throbbing cock. She imagined how his cum would look spurting out, oozing down onto her panties. By now her belly was heaving and her toes tickled on the rug. She slipped a finger down to press in against her panty crotch. The bright red silk went between her plump outer lips and she left it there as she rocked her curvy ass to increase the sexy friction. Then she knew exactly what she had to do.

She hung the cum-stiff pink panties on the back of a chair and skinned off her cunt-damp red ones.

The red ones went into Billy's drawer and she slipped the pink ones up her legs. She had another rush of pleasure as they fit against her dripping mound. Her juices mingled with the dried cum, softening it immediately.

Now that the cum was regaining moisture, she, could smell the sharp, familiar aroma. She passed a finger over the crotch band and held it up to her nose.

"Yummy cummy," she giggled, feeling foolish for thinking up such a ridiculous rhyme. But she said it again anyway, "yummy cummy for my tummy," and licked her finger. There was a faint taste, nothing at all like when the stuff squirted fresh into her mouth. And she thought again of how that was probably another reason men didn't hang with her too long. She liked to suck cock almost as much as she liked to have one rammed up inside her. She liked to drink jizz so much in fact that den she was going with a guy she, generally insisted on being fed at least twice a day in addition to getting fucked. Though the men in her life had never admitted to running out of gas, and cum, that seemed to be the case now that she remembered the circumstances.

She hurried back to her own room, still thinking about the photograph she'd found, the panties Billy had swiped and the ones she'd left in their place. He was going to be one surprised boy when he opened that drawer to play with her underwear. She wondered if he'd have the guts to make a move then? She didn't have to wait long.

It was that evening after supper when Mitch suggested that the family make home-made ice cream and have a moon light swim down at the lake. Of course everyone was enthused, Billy included. Betty gave him a curious glance and there was something in the look that came back. Something that hinted that he'd found her little calling card. Billy blushed, too, though he covered it pretty well by shouting out his approval of the moonlit swim idea.

But someone would have to run to town for some ice to power the ice cream maker. Betty volunteered and asked casually if Billy might like to accompany her. He almost knocked over a chair being agreeable. No one seemed to notice his eagerness. But Betty saw a strange look in her mother's eyes. Maybe Margaret suspected her daughter's motives, Betty thought. She had good reason to. Betty had gotten in a few jams in her life and had to confess a few naughty things to good old mom. Margaret had been understanding always. As if her own past wasn't completely unsullied either. But tonight Margaret was obviously irked at Betty disappearing with Billy in tow.

While everyone else headed for the lake, Betty steered her father's Cadillac out of the drive and down to the highway.

"Maybe we should get some brandy too," she suggested, glancing at Billy. "Brandy is great with homemade ice cream."

"Sure," Billy nodded. He was sitting on the other side of the car. He had the usual swell in his crotch and Betty was appreciating the way his T-shirt bulged with young muscles. She was wearing a short, white tennis skirt which only served to heighten the effect of her pert, round bottom. A guy had kidded her once about being able to set a beer can on her ass while she was standing and not having it fall off. Of course she had been blessed with a particularly interesting rear. She'd seen Billy looking at it, too, as they'd walked to the car.

As they headed for the lights of town, Betty fooled with her wind blown red curls and smiled across at her younger cousin. She let him see the pout of her wide mouth, the attractive deepness of her eyes. She knew she wasn't a beauty, but she has something. Something special. She was only certain of what it was when a man held her in his arms.

"Glad you came with me," she said, hoping to break the ice.

"Yeah. You look really n-n-nice," he stammered, blushing in the darkness. Betty knew by the sound of his voice that he was embarrassed. She felt certain that he'd discovered her panties.

"God, it's hot!" she said, kicking off one sneaker and then the other. Billy eyed her legs. His cock was swollen a good three inches down one pants leg. The Cadillac purred towards town.

"It's really good to see you after all these years," she went on. "I remember when we used to play as kids. When your folks would come visiting."

"Yeah," Billy said. He was looking at her thighs. They were meaty and tan. Not the thighs of a model certainly, but blending well with her short, compact body. They were sexy-looking thighs, not fat at all.

Betty stopped at a convenience store and got the ice. A liquor store up the street yielded a fifth of pretty good brandy and she showed it to Billy to, see if he approved.

"I don't know much about booze," he said, "except beer."

"Maybe we should have a little taste before taking it back," she suggested. "After all, we came and got it." Billy opened the cap and they passed the bottle. The glow helped Betty get over her butterflies. She felt more than ever the hunger gnawing deep in her loins. Her cousin sat there, the hot night sending his musky aroma her way. A breeze played around his collar-length blond hair.

Betty wanted him. Wanted him very badly.

"Look, let's quit beating around the bush," she said, voice husky with desire. "Do you want me now?"