I'll post the naughty fic I was working on based on this situation. Don't know if I'll finish or not. I may, just because. Not out of wishful-thinking, though. Just as a story finishing thing. (Unfinished tales annoy me.)
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It all started with a game of High-Low.
Kathleen lay quietly beneath the covers, eyes open in the dark, readying herself for the surreptitious touching she knew would come. It had the past few times she'd stayed with her cousin, Marie.
This time, it was going to be different.
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The first time began with the two surrounded by a case of shooters and eight bottles of green apple Schmirnoff. Kathleen and Marie were flipping through a deck of cards, trying to guess whether the next card would be higher or lower in value. If wrong, a shot of booze was the price. They laughed themselves drunker and sillier as the night went on.
Nineteen shooters apiece of some quasi-Sex on the Beach later, the two were quite drunk. Marie headed to take a shower, and Kathleen followed. They'd often done this — one would shower while the other sat on the floor or the toilet and talked. Then they'd swap.
Marie stripped, jokingly shaking her double-D breasts at Kathleen. Kathleen waved the curvy dark-skinned brunette into the shower. Marie sang loudly as she washed her hair.
Then she invited Kathleen into the shower, joking, "We did this enough when we were little. And it's not like I haven't seen it before."
The booze made that statement seem quite logical, so Kathleen climbed in. She stretched as she washed her short red hair, and Marie stood on the other end of the shower.
"Ah'm dwunk," Marie announced solemnly. "And dizzy."
Kathleen laughed.
"Me toooooo."
"I can't stand up."
Kathleen began to snicker uncontrollably as Marie slipped to the bottom of the tub, her dark skin in contrast to the ivory bathtub.
"Get up," she said. "You're silly."
"I caaaan't," Marie wailed.
"Yes you can. You told me earlier you can act drunker than you are. Now get out."
Marie rolled over, flailing an arm over the side of the tub, then tried to get up on her knees. She promptly sank back down.
"I can't get out," she said, half-crying.
Kathleen snickered again, groping for Marie's arm so she could pull.
"Just roll over the side. Come onnnn."
Marie tried once more, and flopped over onto the rug next to the tub.
"Yaaaaaaaay!" Kathleen cheered drunkenly.
The two of them stumbled to Marie's bedroom and fell into bed, both still nude.
Kathleen drifted to sleep relatively quickly.
****
As before, the touch came on her breast, first. Slight caress in the dark, seemingly waiting to see if Kathleen would protest. Kathleen scowled in the dark, angry that her nipples hardened in response. Then a harder squeeze.
Kathleen breathed harder, aroused in spite of herself, but with an undercurrent of disgust. Disgust at herself that she responded that way to her cousin, and disgust at being reminded of the feelings from the sexual abuse they'd both suffered when they were younger.
Marie's hand drifted up beneath the gray tanktop Kathleen wore, dragging soft fingers across her stomach and up to her breasts. Quick hands pulled the front of Kathleen's shirt behind her head, leaving her ivory-skinned C-cup breasts bare. Marie's mouth latched onto Kathleen's nipple, then sucked hard.
The wetness gathered between Kathleen's legs. She held tight to the items in her hands as she willed herself not to respond. A whimper of need escaped her when Marie bit her nipple.
But the need stopped when Kathleen felt Marie's fingers slide up her thigh inside her shorts and find her wet center. Then the anger came back.
"Not again," she thought.
****
Kathleen awoke with a start to feel Marie's hand resting on her breast.
She didn't particularly react, as Marie had jokingly "honked" her breast before.
But this time was different.
Marie's hand slowly began to squeeze and caress Kathleen's breast.
Newly responsive, thanks to having made love with her boyfriend for the first time earlier that year, Kathleen found herself getting wet. When Marie tweaked Kathleen's nipple between her fingers, she moaned.
Kathleen felt Marie lean over, then, and take her breast in her mouth.
"Oooooh," Kathleen moaned.
Silently, Marie reached across and began caressing Kathleen's other breast while continuing to suckle the other. Kathleen began writhing in need, feeling herself get hotter and wetter, and Marie soon answered that need.
Her fingers plunged into Kathleen's core and began pumping.
Kathleen's mind split, torn between the raging hunger and the tabboo of doing this with her cousin. Marie's mouth moving up to Kathleen's silenced her guilt.
She kissed back hungrily. Kathleen felt Marie catch her tongue and suck on it.
Violently turned on, Kathleen fumbled to find Marie's pussy with her fingers. She slid her fingers in, wondering at the feel of another girl's wetness on her fingers.
****
When Marie straddled her, Kathleen jumped into action. With a quick push on Marie's shoulders and a shove with her strong legs, she rolled Marie over onto her back. With a quick move, Kathleen wrapped the scarf she held in one hand around one of Marie's hand and tied it to the bedpost. Then she tied the other hand.
She reached out and flicked on Marie's bedside lamp. Once Kathleen knew Marie was tightly secured, Kathleen got up and turned on the overhead light.
"No," Kathleen said, her green eyes glinting in anger as she stared down at Marie.
Climbing off, Kathleen went to her suitcase and grabbed the riding crop she'd hidden in there. Pacing nude around the bed, she looked down at Marie. A quick movement and the crop slapped down on the pillow next to Marie's head.
Marie flinched.
"What are you doing?" she whimpered.
"Oh, NOW you can talk?" Kathleen said. "Where were your words when you were groping me in the dark?"
"You always joked back with me about being lesbian lovers, and you're the one with a crush on Catherine Zeta-Jones," Marie said. "And I seem to remember your pussy being awfully wet when I was touching ..."
Her voice choked off as the crop smacked across her stomach. Kathleen's hand then trailed across the rising welt.
"That may be," she said softly. "But did that give you the right to touch me like that?"
Marie's body jerked.
Kathleen knelt between Marie's legs and slowly licked across the welt, then stared down at it.
"Mmm. Pretty," she said.
Getting up, she traced Marie's breasts with her crop. She took another item from the suitcase and hid it from Marie's view.
Reaching over, she caressed Marie's bountiful dark breasts, smiling wickedly as the nipples hardened like little raisins.
"Look at you, you little slut," she said. "Tied up, being whipped by your cousin, and your nipples getting hard when I touch you."
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Marie seemed to be getting wetter the more Kathleen touched her. Kathleen had fantasized about girlsex before, but never really thought about actually doing it. And here she was — inhibitions down, drunk, fucking her cousin.
"Lick me," Marie whispered. It was the first words she'd said since she began touching Kathleen.
In a frenzy of lust, Kathleen did that. Marie spread her legs in the dark, and Kathleen knelt at the end of the bed, sliding her fingers up into Marie's dripping core again. Then she dipped her head toward the moist smelling wetness and tentatively licked Marie's slit.
It was tangy. Salty. Earthy. Not the poetic phrasings in erotica she'd read, but solidly woman-taste. Kathleen licked again, a little deeper, the furry bush tickling her tongue. Then reservations drifted through the haze of alcohol, and she climbed up and began fingering Marie's pussy and rubbing her clit with her thumb.
Marie said nothing, only gasping now and then. Kathleen suckled Marie's breasts, then Marie's legs closed on her hand. Surprised, Kathleen stopped and removed her hand.
Turning her head toward the end of the bed and laying on her back, Marie then intertwined her nude body with Kathleen's. Marie's hand slid up again to find the wet resting place and began fucking Kathleen. Kathleen reciprocated, again feeling Marie's wetness on her hand.
After that, Marie pulled them closer together so their pussies were touching and they ground their furred honey boxes together. They continued to finger-fuck each other, until Marie closed her legs on Kathleen's hand.
