This story was written at the request of a fan.
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I knew there would be retribution the moment our eyes met. Unfortunately for me, my worst nightmare was standing in the foyer of my Grandma's house staring straight at me. It was my cousin Barbara, but we all called her Barb. She was a bully. Last summer, I had suffered terribly at her hands. It had not been just the physical assault, but she had caused me deep feelings of guilt and self-loathing.
I sat there wondering to myself, "What had hurt more? Barb, slapping, pinching and pulling on my tits? Her forcefully eating me out and me being forced to eat her sloppy, wet pussy? Or was it my conscience and the deeply rooted guilt and shame that had taken over my thoughts?" I couldn't figure it out completely, as I mulled it over in my mind.
"Hello, Yvonne," she spoke to me, her brown eyes were unblinking. It was one of those cold stares she was so good at giving me. I couldn't help but notice the black eyeliner she was wearing and her bright red lip gloss.
I'd have to watch my back I told myself, as I looked away. I looked down at my toes, focusing on the orange nail polish I had applied yesterday. "How are you Barb?" I spoke while thinking back to how things changed so drastically in 24-hours.
Just 24-hours ago, I'd been having a fun time with my friends as we had given ourselves pedicures while watching one of our favorite talent shows on TV. I was a carefree 19-year old, and I was supposed to be having fun, not suffering at the hands of my demented and perverted Cousin Barb.
"I'm good. Didn't know if I'd see you here," she spoke. I thought that maybe the tone in her voice was daring me to be there in her presence and once again staying together in Grandma's house.
I quickly stood. I couldn't hold back as I spoke, "Barb, keep off of me." Tears began spilling from my eyes, rolling down my blushing cheeks. I began to snivel and shake.
"What a baby you are." Walking past me, carrying her suitcase, she made her way up the stairs as she laughed at me.
We were close in age, as Barb was only two years older than me, but in some ways it seemed like she was 10-years older. It was her self-confidence, the way she carried herself, and her experience in competitive rodeo events since the time of her childhood. She had a rough edge to her personality and she knew how to use it for her own benefit.
I turned and through my tears I watched her heading up to the second floor. I had to admit, she looked fit. I could tell she must have lost about 20-lbs from last summer. Barb looked lean yet shapely, her long brown hair bouncing against her back. Her perfume left the scent of vanilla trailing behind her.
I reached for tissue from the holder Grandma had crocheted years ago. Grabbing up a couple tissues and wiping my face and eyes, I knew I'd have to toughen up. I walked to the mirror hanging in the hallway and looked at myself. My big blue eyes stared back at me. I brushed my curly blond hair away from my face with my hands. As I stood there looking at myself, I began wondering why Barb was so tough, yet I was so fragile.
I stood trying to stop thinking of myself and my problems. Grandma needed us. She would be coming home from the hospital in a few hours. She'd suffered a broken hip, and she'd need time to heal and get well. That was why I found myself in this old farmhouse with Cousin Barb.
I wasn't supposed to be here, but unfortunately, my mother had been called out of town on an emergency business trip. She had phoned me, begging that I would help out with Grandma. I loved my Grandma, so how could I refuse to help? That was before I found out Cousin Barb would also be at the house.
What was that saying mom had always recited to me, "When life gives you a lemon, make lemonade?"
Making my way to the dining room window, I glanced out at Grandma's beautiful flower garden. While staring over at her pink roses, I wondered to myself who had come up with that saying. I pondered whether that person had a perverse cousin who had made their life miserable.
I closed my eyes and listened to Barb's footsteps as she walked above me. Flashbacks of last summer working their way through my mind as if I was having an out-of-body experience, I envisioned what it would have looked like. Barb had wrestled me to the ground. At first, her behavior had caught me off guard. I thought she was just fooling around.
I had found myself lying on the ground, flat on my back with Barb's cunt pressed firmly against my mouth. Her curvy, muscular thighs on either side of my head, it had happened so quickly. I had experienced feelings I had never felt before that summer.
I had become her victim, overpowered and humiliated there in Grandma's backyard. I had been trapped behind a stand of pine trees with Barb on top of my face. Help was less than 30 feet away, but as I was hidden from sight, smothered and held down by her weight, I couldn't even cry out.
Grandma had been sitting on a lounge chair, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin (as she had told us frequently), and sipping a glass of lemonade no less.
I felt a knot building up in my stomach as I continued remembering Barb's perversion. I sat down on a dining room chair, moving my hand and feeling the velvet fabric covering the chair seat. Continuing to think back to last summer and Barb sitting on my face, strange feelings began to stir within me.
Losing myself in deep thought, I was staring out the window thinking back in time to last summer. We had been talking about going to college, and Barb and I had been walking around Grandma's large back yard. I remembered thinking it odd that Barb seemed to be moving us away from Grandma.
I had wanted to sit on a lawn chair there with Grandma and visit, but Barb had a way of changing situations, always to her own personal benefit.
"Let's get some sun over there behind those trees," Barb had cunningly suggested to me. Little did I know what she had in mind.
"We should sit and visit Grammy," I had innocently replied. I looked over at Grandma as she flipped through a magazine. She lifted her head and smiled warmly at the two of us.
"We can do that later," she'd curtly responded.
Rounding a slight curve in the yard, I watched as a rabbit hopped across the lawn. As we walked along, I couldn't help but think of how much I loved the scent of fresh air and quietness of the countryside. Little did I know, I would be smelling a different scent soon enough.
I turned to look at Barb as I heard her begin to snicker. I stopped in my tracks as I noticed she'd removed her shorts and panties. It must have been around the time I was distracted and watching the rabbit hopping along that I hadn't noticed what she was doing. I stood staring at her shaved flesh.
Barb stopped and looked back at me as our eyes met. "Ever tasted pussy, cousin"? She asked in a whisper.
"No, what are you doing?" I was stunned at her being naked below the waist outside in Grandma's yard.
She was on me in an instant. Instinctively I had closed my eyes as she moved in on me. I felt Barb loop her arm around my neck while she took her other hand and held it tight against my nose and mouth.
