(Ff, humil, etc.)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c) 2001 Couture
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"Hurry Hari, I heard Mom's car pull up. Come on, arms up, so I can get you dressed." Chloe said.
'I can do it myself,' thought Harriet. However, Chloe was standing there holding the dress over Harriet's head. Just wanting to something to cover her nakedness, Harriet obeyed her cousin.
"Go ahead and put some shoes on," Chloe said, as she slid her jeans up her legs.
Harriet fidgeted with the hem of the short summer dress. "I-I need something on underneath, Chloe." Harriet thought about the old saying of being naked underneath your clothes. She never really understood what it meant until now, but she really did feel naked, standing there in the light cotton dress.
"Don't be silly Hari. You're not gonna be able to wear anything like that in your condition." Chloe heard the front door close down stairs, then shouted, "Mom, come upstairs, Harriet's sick!"
Chloe's mother came into the room. "Hello, sweetie," she said to her daughter, then turned to look at her niece. "What is it *this* time?" she asked.
"My-my-my-" Harriet stuttered.
"Harriet's got female problems," Chloe finished. "I didn't believe it at first either, but it's true."
"Hari, lay back on the bed, so Mom can see."
Harriet lay back on the bed, thankful for once to let her cousin take charge. This feeling was short-lived, however, when her cousin squatted over her and lifted her legs up and pressed them firmly against her chest. Harriet could see anything except the firm cheeks of Chloe's denim covered ass, but she could only imagine what she looked like in this shameful position. She tried to think of something else to keep from getting more turned on than she already was, but it was impossible.
"See Mom, it's all red and swollen. She said it was itching something awful." Chloe pulled Harriet's legs back even further.
Chloe kept a straight face, but inside she was laughing with delight. She could only imagine what her cousin must be feeling right now with her pussy and little rosebud exposed. "Mom, is it normal for the little hole to spasm like that?"
Poor Harriet had been doing her best to clench her ass, to try to protect her remaining modesty, but found she wasn't even to be allowed this. She reluctantly relaxed ass and was sure they could see her every dirty bit.
"You haven't been doing anything you aren't supposed to have you?" her aunt asked.
"N-no," Harriet lied and prayed Chloe would keep her secret.
"You don't sound very convinced," said her aunt. "Well, get in the care and let's get you to the doctor."
Harriet got into the backseat of the car and was surprised when Chloe sat next to her. Usually, Chloe always sat in the front seat with her mother.
Mrs. Hotter even said something about it. "Are you riding back there Chloe?"
"I thought I would ride back here with Hari, since she isn't feeling good."
"That is so sweet honey. Isn't that nice of Chloe, Harriet?"
'Nice? I'm being taken to the emergency room and all you care about is how nice Chloe is being?' Harriet thought to herself. "Yes, auntie."
However, Harriet thought Chloe wasn't being very nice at all. The moment they pulled out of the drive, Chloe was pulling Harriet's skirt up. The small girl struggled against her cousin, until her aunt noticed.
"Sit still back there Harriet!" Her aunt demanded, looking disapprovingly from the rearview mirror.
"Mom, the poor thing must be itching half to death," Chloe said. "Hari, just close your eyes and lean back and try to think of something else."
"But-but-" Harriet sputtered, still struggling.
"No buts, you little brat, do as your sister says."
'Damn it!' thought Harriet. 'That bitch is the reason I got in trouble in the first place. Not even my sister, anyway.' She glared at Chloe with contempt.
Chloe ignored Harriet's blistering look and grinned with her victory. "You heard mom, lean back."
Harriet pulled the skirt out of Chloe's grasp and pulled it down. Reluctantly, she leaned back in the seat.
"Now close your eyes." Chloe soothed.
Harriet closed her eyes and almost immediately she felt Chloe's hand dash up her skirt. Harriet grasped Chloe's wrist and tried to pull her hand away, but her cousin had grabbed a handful of her curly pubes. Pulling on Chloe's hand meant pulling her sensitive hairs out by the root. She had been defeated, and she knew it.