Jennifer needed a shower. She could feel her uncle's dried cum on her thighs and his friend's on her breasts. Forcing herself off the bed, she pulled off the ruined uniform and grabbed a towel from the cupboard. As she entered the bathroom she saw her reflection in the large mirror, saw her young breasts that had bewitched her uncle's friend so much, saw the matted hair above her pussy, and turned on the shower before she could see or think anything else.
She knew that what she had down downstairs was wrong but, as she sat on the edge of the bath waiting for the water to heat up, she had to stop herself from reliving the sensations she had felt. She had been exposed, touched before an audience of leering men and fucked by her uncle. She knew it was all wrong, but it had felt so good.
Rising to her feet, she stepped under the water and tried to wash away the dried cum and the memories. But as the water began to wash over her hair she knew that she was just as horny as she had been downstairs, and she wondered what else her uncle had in store for her. Surely now he was satisfied; was she?
The warm water flowed down her used body, caressing her soft skin, as she found some comfort in the purifying sensations. But the warmth of the water seems to inflame ever-growing lust and, not for the first time recently, she wondered what had happened to her as she fought against surrendering to it.
She closed her eyes, trying to forget the events of earlier but she can't ignore the images firmly implanted in her mind's eye. Running her hands through her hair, she remembered the insistent touch of her uncle and her feeble attempts to stop him. As she ran her hands down to her breasts she could feel again her dress being ripped apart as she was exposed to his friend. Squeezing them felt so good, her newly awakened urges always wanting more.
Forcing herself to remember why she was there she poured some shampoo onto her hand and began to massage it into her hair. The rubbing motion was soothing but, as she closed her eyes again to enjoy it, her thoughts drifted again to her uncle, how he had touched her, how he had pushed her further than she wanted to go, how he had made her realise she had wanted more. When he had pulled her back against his chest it was as if her body had surrendered to him and to her desire.
Opening her eyes, she took a deep breath, wondering if he should have turned the water to cold, and began to run her hands down her slender body until, before she even knew where they were headed, they reached the intimate spot between her thighs. She couldn't help herself as she spread her legs slightly to lightly touch her still swollen lips, knowing very well that the wet heat she felt was nothing to do with her shower. There was only one thing she could do to allow her to finish washing herself.
Sitting down, she lay back against the sudden cool of the tile wall, the water hitting her entire body. Once again she brought her fingers to her waiting pussy lips, spreading them, exposing her clit, letting the water run across it like a lover's tongue.
Touching her sensitive button now, she knew she was thinking of her uncle's cock, imagining how it would feel in her hand, hard, hot, and wished she was stroking it at that moment, wished he was running his hands over her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples, as she gave herself to him again. Why did something so good feel so wrong? Was that why it felt so good?
Her body began to shiver as her fingers ran over her clit again and again. She could feel herself becoming tense as the inevitable explosion built. Her other hand slipped between her lips as her legs shot straight out and her back arched in desire. Her pussy spasmed and the pleasure shot from there to the rest of her being. Over and over the waves engulfed her, flooding her mind and body.
She sat on the shower floor, the warm water running over her, her breathing quick and shallow. Still she wasn't satisfied. With her eyes, imagining her uncle's cock throbbing in her hand, her fingers ever so lightly brushed her almost unbearably sensitive clit. Her other hand continued to tease her pussy hole, never having known it to be so wet, so hot, so desperate for more.
She wondered what it would be like to suck his cock, to take it into her mouth and taste him? What would it feel like as it pressed against her lips, her tongue? Would she taste his pre-cum? Would she smear it around with her tongue? She could almost feel it hit the back of her throat as she pushed another finger deep into her pussy, pushed it in hard, as her talented fingers kept up their assault on her clit.
Faster and faster she stroked as she imagined him fucking her mouth, the head swelling, his balls about to shoot their load. That was enough. Her thoughts pushed her over a wall and she screamed aloud in a massive orgasm, her pussy gripping her fingers as she drove it to even more greater heights.
Eventually her body began to relax, and the water ran into her open mouth and the dirtiest part of her wished it was his cum. Then, as her breathing slowed, and the guilt kicked in, she became aware of someone standing at the door watching her. She turned around and saw with horror that her cousin, Susan, was standing there. She also saw the phone in Susan's hand that had captured of her most intimate private experience.
"Oh my God! What the fuck are you doing?"
It was obvious to both girls what Jennifer had been doing but, before she could answer, Susan had turned on her heels and run back the way she had come. She had decided to come home after all, refusing to let her cousin drive her out of her own home. Her father had been delighted when he saw her return and had asked her to take Jennifer's clothes upstairs for him.
Susan wasn't happy about being treated like a maid, as she saw it, but wanted to keep her father on side so she did as she was told. However, when she entered the guest bedroom without knocking she had heard the shower running. Throwing the clothes on the bed she decided to embarrass her cousin by walking in on her, protesting innocence if Jennifer was still naked.
And of course, Jennifer was naked. She was naked as she sat on the floor of the large walk-in shower. She was naked as she played with her tits and her cunt. She was naked when she came time and again on her fingers. And she was naked when Susan recorded every moment on her phone.
"Finally, I have something on the bitch," she smiled to herself as she ran from the bathroom. At the last moment she snatched Jennifer's bra and panties from the pile of clothes on the bed.
"This day just got a whole lot better," she thought to herself, as she rushed to her own room to download her recording on to her laptop.
Jennifer was mortified. Trying to calm herself she knew that she had to get that recording back from her cousin but first she had to find some clothes. Drying her body quickly, not bothering with her soaking wet hair, she waited until she was sure Susan had gone before she emerged from the scene of her misfortune; her misfortune and her ecstasy.
She noticed the clothes on the bed with delight and picked up her T-shirt. It was only then that she noticed there was no underwear.
"The bitch," she shouted to no-one and pulled her top over her head. Thankfully it was a long one, long enough to cover her intimate areas, and she ran from her room, not even bothering to put on her jeans. All she could think about was the recording and what Susan might be doing with it.
When she barged into her cousin's room she saw immediately what she was doing with it. She was downloading it and the true magnitude of her position suddenly sank in. Susan could send that to anyone she wanted, any of their extended family, any of their few mutual friends, anyone they both knew. She was horrified, terrified and furious all at once.
Susan simply smiled at her cousin but knew what was coming. Both of them rushed at each other, locking hands and pushing one way then the next. Susan seemed to be the stronger of the two with her more rounded body, but Jennifer appeared quicker and more skilfull as she twisted one way then the other to gain the advantage.
She managed to free her hands and grab the slightly smaller girl around her neck and arms, using her grip to force Susan down. But Susan wasn't going to surrender her prize easily and she threw herself to her knees, pulling her cousin with her. The move surprised Jennifer and she was forced to relax her grip just long enough for Susan to pull away and then wrap her arms around her cousin's waist.
They both grunted and fought as they struggled for supremacy before Jennifer grabbed Susan's wrists and raised them above her head. But she wasn't strong enough to hold her in that position and Susan managed to throw her off. Before she could react, Susan threw the slighter girl onto her back, threw her leg over her winded body and straddled her, pinning her to the floor.
In their struggle Jennifer's T-shirt had ridden up her body and suddenly both girls became aware that her breasts were exposed. And Jennifer was shocked to notice that her nipples were engorged.
"Is that all you've got?" her cousin laughed at her, shaking her own tits to show how dominant she was in that department.
Jennifer was embarrassed and enraged. Without thinking about it, she made a fist with her right hand and, putting all her strength into it, punched her cousin right in her gut.
At first Susan was more shocked than hurt but then the pain began to hit, and she rolled off her cousin and doubled over in distress.
"That's enough!" yelled Jennifer's uncle from the doorway. He had been watching for the last few moments and had been enjoying himself. Not wanting things to get out of hand, however, and seeing a way to use this to his own advantage, he ordered them downstairs.
Not waiting for them to respond he turned and marched down to the library. Taking his seat behind the desk he smiled as he awaited the imminent appearance of his daughter and niece. When they appeared Jennifer was still wearing only her long T-shirt as she didn't think she should anger her uncle any further by making him wait. Susan was fully dressed but she knew very well that this wasn't going to be the case for much longer. Both girls stood before the desk with their heads bowed, unable to look at the angry man sitting on the other side.
For what seemed like an eternity he simply looked them up and down, not even trying to disguise where his eyes were focussed. Jennifer felt as if he was stripping her with his eyes and Susan knew that's exactly what he was doing. That knowledge didn't make her feel any less embarrassed than her cousin nor any less vulnerable before him. .
"What have I told you before, Susan, about behaving like this. Your cousin has some excuse as she hasn't yet learned the rules of this house, although she soon will. But you know them very well; and you know what happens when you break them."
