Madison
The Spring seemed to last forever for Tiffany and me, wrapped up as we were with one another. Since coming to live with me, my beautiful cousin had become extremely confident and comfortable in her skin, and we grew closer every day.
After a month or so, Tiff began to forego getting dressed in the mornings. She spent the greater part of each day in nothing but her pink tennis shoes, her golden skin glowing in the sun. I had a wonderful time watching her, and sometimes joining her in a little nudism. We made love wherever and whenever the urge struck us, and, after a while, there wasn't a surface on the whole property that hadn't felt us fucking on top of it. All in all, it was a great Spring.
As summer approached, however, I started getting frantic calls from clients. I had never considered myself indespensible to my profession, but suddenly everyone else seemed to think so. I learned that, during my voluntary leave of absence to spend time with Tiffany, rumors of my horrible death had been widely circulated in the boardrooms. I'd known all season that I'd have to go back to work eventually, and I wondered what Tiff would think of that. I doubted she'd want to be alone while I was away.
I decided to ask her about it when she was most malleable. So, one morning, after our usual a.m. fuckfest, I mentioned it.
"I have to be getting back to work soon," I said simply, cradling her young, nude body in my arms.
She turned her head, locking her big blue eyes on me. "What does that mean, Jake?" she asked, a little touch of fright and apprehension playing across her face.
"That's up to you," I said. "I don't think you can come with me; I'd be in meetings all day, and exhausted at night. You'd be bored to tears."
She nodded. "What if I stayed here and waited for you? I mean, how long are you gonna be gone?"
I smiled. "No more than a week at a time," I said. "But that'll be a long time for you to be here alone." I kissed her bare shoulder affectionately. "Maybe you can go stay with your mom for a week now and then."
"Hell no," she snorted. "I'm never going back there. I love this place." She had fallen in love with my stretch of land out in the country. It was quiet, secluded, and private, and there was no one to disturb us should we decide to go on a naked romp in the woods.
"Well," I sighed. "What do you suggest, then?"
She looked thoughtful for a moment, a heartbreaking worried look on her round, pretty face. "What if I invite somebody else to stay here with me...you know, while you're gone."
I didn't like that idea at all. I doubted we'd be able to find anyone who would agree to come stay with a couple of copulating cousins. "I don't know," I said.
She read my mind, as she often did. "Well, we wouldn't be fucking when you're not here, now, would we? How would anybody know?"
It was a good point. "Who did you have in mind?" I asked.
"I know just the person who would love this place. 'Specially the quiet and all that." She grinned mischievously. "Madison."
Madison. Ah, Madison.
Madison had always been a mystery to me. She was another of my cousins, a young, nubile woman who was quite the opposite of Tiffany, the cousin I'd fallen in love with. Tiff was a tiger, all energy and activity, while Madison was a mouse, quiet and refined, almost snobby-seeming at times. Where Tiffany wanted everyone to notice her, Madison had seemed, all her life, to want nothing more than to become invisible. It had worked for me, because I'd never really developed a relationship with the girl, figuring it would be best to respect her obvious desire for her own company alone.
Unfortunately for poor Madison, her mother was Colombian, my uncle's trophy wife from an extended visit to South America. Most of the older members of my family, a band of true Southern rednecks, had dismissed both Madison and her mother out of hand, as "Damn Mexicans." I'd always loved Aunt Luisa, and never had any problems with the quiet Madison, but I had no doubt that the disdain of these few family members had been a hard blow to Maidson's self-confidence over the years. It was obvious that this was greatly responsible for her reserved, quiet, sheepish nature.
I knew there had been a time, almost a year ago, just before Madison had graduated high school, that she and Tiff had forged a small bond. I always supposed that Madison, or "Maddy" as she had come to be known in the family, saw Tiffany as an older-sister figure. I had always supposed they hadn't remained very close, but it was now becoming obvious that they had kept at least some of the bond they'd created back then.
"I didn't know you got along that well with Madison," I said.
Tiffany smiled again. "Well, we mostly stay in touch on the phone nowadays. I couldn't ever get her to come clubbing with me back when we hung out, so I suppose she felt like I was all dissing her." She scratched her bare tummy.
"Do you think she'll want to come visit?" I asked.
"Oh yeah," Tiffany said. "She'll love this place. I'll teach her how to live off the land." She giggled.
"Alright," I said. "But we have to be very careful. The last thing I need is for Madison to broadcast our relationship to the whole family."
"She won't," Tiff promised. "She never fucking says anything about anything."
Several days passed, and I eventually set up a job in Oklahoma. As I waited in line at the terminal, I felt very uneasy about the whole Madison situation. I didn't know Madison well enough to trust her with a secret, and I certainly didn't trust Tiffany to keep her pretty little mouth shut about anything. Oh well, I thought. It'll happen the way it'll happen.
The following week was grueling. I worked on code and layout for twelve hours a day, and spent the rest in a hotel room, sleeping off the exhaustion. I was so busy that I forgot about my worries about Tiffany and Madison, and I didn't even call home until the night before I was scheduled to fly back.
Tiffany answered. "Jake's Party Ranch," she said.
I laughed. "Good one. How's everything?"
"Oh, hi, Jake," she said. I could tell she was fighting the delight in her voice, trying to sound more distant that she'd like. "Everything's goin' great! Madison's here."
"Are you guys getting along?" I asked. I lay back on the hard hotel bed as waves of longing suddenly washed over me. God, how I had missed this girl.
"Oh yeah," she said. "We're baking you a 'welcome back' cake. I might even put some of my 'special sauce' on it." She giggled.
"Just..um...be careful," I said. She knew I was worried, and was teasing me.
"We will," she answered. "So, I'll meet you at the terminal tomorrow at three, right?"
"Actually," I said, "I'll still have the rental for a couple more days, so I'll just drive myself back. You two just be ready with that cake when I get there."
"Alrightey then," she said. "See ya later, cuz."
"See ya. Say 'hi' to Maddy for me."
Although the plane flight back was a bore, once I was on the road and nearing my sanctuary, I felt a surge of energy. I had a hard-on the whole drive, thinking about Tiffany and how great it would be to see her, smell her, touch her again. The whole drive home was plagued by traffic tie-ups and detours, so that I didn't even make it back until nearly midnight.
When I pulled into the drive, there was no one there to greet me. Madison's car, a small black two-door, was parked askew on the front lawn. I could see a few dim lights on inside the rustic house, but there was no activity, only silence. As I got out of the car, climbed the porch stairs, and pushed open the door, I still heard no activity.
Only a few bulbs were burning. I searched the kitchen first, then the hallways, and then the bedrooms. I finally came to the den, and thought I heard breathing. I stopped, listening. Yes, there was definitely soft, rhythmic breathing coming from the couch. I pulled back the den curtains, letting a little moonlight into the room, and slowly approached the back of the couch. As I peered over, I saw a sight that almost made my knees buckle.
There lay Tiffany, naked as always, curled up on the soft cushioning of the couch. Snuggled against her was the thin body of Madison, also naked. They cradled one another's nude bodies, sleeping peacefully.
I stood over them for several long minutes, amazed. It was the first time I'd seen Madison's bare body, and I had never imagined it looked so good. She was smaller than Tiffany, with a slender frame and full, perky breasts. Her hair was long enough to reach to the small of her back, and her skin was a very light brown, a feature that stood out in stark contrast to the pinkness of Tiff's body. Madison's face, resting only a fraction of an inch from her cousin's, was round and freckled brown, and her pouty lips were made all the more sexy by the very slight overbite that made her always seem to be preparing to be kissed. Although I'd never had the same feelings for Maddy as I had for Tiffany, I couldn't, as a man, stop myself from enjoying the sight of her.
After savoring the view, I came around to the front of the couch and knelt down beside them. The moonlight fell on their intertwined bodies, and I could see traces of moisture glistening on their thighs. They had definitely been having a good time together.
I slowly slid my arms beneath Tiffany's body, lifting her gently from the couch, and away from Madison's embrace. Madison stirred only slightly, but didn't wake. I carried the still sleeping Tiff to our bedroom, and lay her gently onto the bed. She immediately curled up, perhaps unconsciously recognizing the familiar feel and smell of the sheets.
I went back into the den, this time sliding my arms under Madison and lifting her up. She was a little lighter than the other one, and I carried her easily. I lay her on the bed beside Tiffany. She immediately wriggled over to snuggle with her older cousin, still asleep.
Undressing, I slid into bed next to Madison. I wrapped an arm around her slender waist, relishing the softness of her bare tummy, and snuggled up to her, her back to me. My dick was as rock-hard as ever, and I carefully nestled it between Madison's ass cheeks. I didn't go to sleep-- couldn't go to sleep-- for a long time that night.
