Bette laughed, looked to make sure the door was closed, then whispered, "I touched my papa's thing! But that's not why they kicked me out."
Farinella was shocked, but fascinated. "Really?"
"I put it in my mouth. He wanted me to. So I did... and I sucked it and sucked it and then he squirted something."
"He peed in your mouth?"
"No... something else. It was thick and gross. Yecch! My friend Trina says she does it all the time with her boyfriend. It's called cum and she says she likes it. She likes swallowing it. So I thought maybe I should give it a try since Papa wanted me to. But yuck. I didn't do that again, even though Papa's always bugging me to. I'd rather do that kind of thing with my sisters."
"Your sisters?"
Bette's dimples deepened and her eyes twinkled. "I like to play with their pussies. Touch them and lick them. Pussy tastes much better than papa's thing, that's for sure."
Farinella stared at Bette, open-mouthed.
Bette giggled and said, "And they touch me too. They don't want to lick me, but they touch me. See this lump?" Bette arched her back and brought her hairy pussy up out of the water, opening her legs wide. Farinella watched in fascination as Bette pulled her wet pubes aside, and showed her the ruddy, glistening slit. Her fingers started circling a big hooded lump of flesh on top. Farinella had already discovered how to play with her own lump, but it was smaller than Bette's and she didn't know what it was called. "I love it when they touch my clitoris. It feels so good swirling it in a circle. It's just as good as having sex with a man, or at least that's what I believe. The best part is that as long as you're careful not to put your fingers in too deep, you can stay a virgin... forever. That's what I'm gonna do."
"Wow."
"Let me see your pussy, Farinella. It's only fair. I showed you mine."
Farinella thought it was a strange request, but she figured that fair was fair. She lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. Bette looked at her pussy with intense interest. Then, without even asking, she reached out and touched her. Farinella stumbled against the toilet, so she wasn't able to back out of reach as fast as she intended. Bette had enough time to slide her fingers up Farinella's slit, and circle her clitoris a few times with her thumb. Farinella's pussy was wet from looking at Bette's beautiful body. After Farinella backed away, Bette brought her wet fingers to her mouth and sucked them.
"Mmm... You taste so yummy, Farinella. Would you like to taste my pussy? I taste yummy too!" She arched her back even higher, and pulled her pussy lips open wide.
Farinella shook her head and pulled her panties up, too shocked to speak. The idea of licking her cousin's pussy was wonderful, but unthinkably evil. She was still a good little Catholic girl back then, and the fear of going to hell was a very real thing to her.
Bette saw Farinella's horrified expression, so she lowered her pussy back under the bubbles and said, "Well one night I was in Ana and Maria's bedroom, licking Ana's clitoris, while Maria was touching mine. I guess we were all moaning a little too loud, because Papa busted in on us. He went totally crazy. He kicked me out of the house in nothing but my nightgown." Bette's face darkened, "He's so unfair. It's okay for me to suck his thing... but my sisters' pussies are totally off limits!" Sad tears started flowing out of Bette's pretty eyes, "I should have been more careful. I miss Ana and Maria so much."
Farinella had been so shocked and disturbed by the brief conversation that she'd run off to hide, afraid that Bette would want to lick her clitoris. But after a couple of days... the idea didn't seem so bad anymore. She would lie in bed at night, masturbating as she wondered what Bette's pussy tasted like. And sometimes she pictured Bette playing with her pretty little sisters. It was so wrong... so forbidden... so exciting!
Mama, Papa and Grandmama were eternally vigilant, so it was months before she found herself alone with Bette again. She woke up at the sound of Bette creeping in her room.
Bette was shivering as she whispered, "Grandmama is snoring. Can I sleep with you?"
Farinella knew it was totally forbidden, but she nodded and pulled her covers open and Bette crawled in next to her. It was only a small bed, so Farinella was immediately pushed over against the wall. Bette turned over on her side, facing Farinella, and now Bette's big breasts were pressing into Farinella's smaller ones. Bette was shivering... Farinella could feel Bette's hard nipples through their nightgowns. Farinella bit her lip and tried to stay calm.
She just wants to sleep... she just wants to sleep
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But Bette didn't go to sleep. She just lay there, looking at Farinella lovingly. Farinella looked back at her, and their eyes stayed locked for the longest time. Farinella's heart started to race. She loved the feel of Bette's warm body next to hers.
After a while Bette whispered, "Cousin, did anyone ever tell you, you look like Sophia Loren?"
Farinella giggled, "Of course. All the time."
"You're so pretty, Farinella."
"Thank you, Bette. So are you."
"You can touch my breasts, Farinella."
Farinella blushed. It was almost as if Bette had read her mind. She put her hand on Bette's large mammary and squeezed it, running her fingers lightly over Bette's hard nipple.
"You can unbutton me if you like."
The nightgown had a row of buttons halfway down the front, so Farinella breathlessly unbuttoned them, then opened it up to look at Bette's huge, pale breasts in the moonlight. She touched Bette's naked flesh for a few minutes. Bette suddenly rotated up and straddled her. Now those huge breasts were dangling above her, and Bette started rubbing them slowly back and forth over Farinella's face. Farinella was frozen with fear and lust. It was incredible, but utterly sinful. She was certain that Jesus was watching and judging her. But then Bette's nipple pushed her lips open and she didn't care anymore. She started suckling her cousin's breast.
"That's good, Farinella. That's good." Bette moaned quietly as Farinella licked her and sucked the big, pink nipple. Then Bette started touching Farinella's breasts. She didn't have buttons on her nightgown, so Bette just felt her through the fabric. She pinched Farinella's nipples and it felt wonderful. "Do you love me, Farinella?"
Farinella nodded, her mouth still wrapped around Bette's nipple, and sucking it more and more eagerly and desperately as each moment passed.
"Then, will you do me a favor? My sisters never wanted to lick my pussy. Would you?" Farinella nodded. So Bette crawled up, grabbed the headboard and put one foot next to Farinella's head, and pulled her nightgown up, exposing her pussy to Farinella. It was right there, just inches above her face. It was too dark to see anything but a patch of dark hair, but the odor was intense... weirdly beautiful, and lightly perfumed. Then Bette lowered her pussy toward Farinella's face. She didn't go all the way. She stopped when her pubic hairs were just tickling Farinella's nose.
Farinella wanted to lick Bette's clitoris in the worst way imaginable, so when it was apparent that Bette wasn't going to lower herself any further, Farinella craned her neck up, and sunk her face into Bette's hairy wet snatch, and licked her soft, wiggly pussy lips. Farinella and Bette moaned together at the pure naughty excitement of it. Liquid dripped out of Bette's pussy, right into Farinella's mouth. It was so delicious and fresh. She licked more, higher, harder, sinking her face into Bette's flesh, sticking her tongue in until it was pressed against Bette's maidenhead. Then she ran her tongue up and found Bette's large clitoris, and began to suck and play with it, responding to Bette's moans and vibrations. Bette grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it and started grinding her crotch against Farinella's face, letting her know the pace that her tongue should be taking.
As she did this, she moaned, "Oh... Cousin Farinella. Like that... like that... you're so good at this. So good..." She buried her face in the pillow again and began to moan louder and louder, but the sound was well muffled. Her whole body was shaking, and juices were welling out of her, dripping down Farinella's face, and flooding her mouth, so she had no choice but to drink her Cousin's offering.
