[The first chapter was mostly scene-setting. This one is longer, and has much more action. Again, all characters involved in sex are over 18]
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When she said she wanted it, Anya had half-expected Nina to take her right away; she'd been wet and ready to be deflowered there on the lawn. But instead her cousin had gently kissed her cheek and said, "Sleep off the wine, Anni, and be fresh and ready in the morning. I'll wait for you in the summerhouse."
So here she was now, beside Nina on the little bed. The air in the summerhouse was cool, cool enough to raise goosebumps on her skin. Or maybe that was just nerves. She wanted this so badly; she'd been wanting it, in all honesty, since she arrived. Why was she so apprehensive?
Gently, but firmly, Nina pulled Anya close. She was lean and strong, like all her family; her embrace was both comforting and enticing. Nina pressed her lips briefly against Anya's, then pushed Anya down onto the bed for a longer, lustier kiss. Their legs became entwined, rumpling the bedsheets. Anya could feel her cousin's tongue probing inside her mouth, and was startled to find herself responding in kind. Her few fumbling experiences with boys had never come close to this - she could never have imagined such a sweet, gentle yet passionate kiss. Hesitantly, she reached out her hands, feeling the smooth lines of the older girl's face as the kiss deepened. Meanwhile, Nina's hands, quick and deft, stroked Anya's chin, her cheek, her neck, her collarbone...
Abruptly, Nina pulled away, straddling Anya's waist on the bed linen, and smiled down at her. "I didn't know you were such a good kisser, little cousin," she said huskily, stroking Anya's face with one finger. "You said you were a virgin."
"I am," Anya said, still breathless from the kiss.
"I'm a lucky girl, then. I get to be your first."
Nina reached for the shoulder-straps of Anya's dress and slowly eased them down Anya's arms. Anya blushed and looked away as her small, pale breasts were exposed. Her nipples, neat and so light-pink they almost blended with the surrounding skin, felt cool and hard and a little sore. Nina leaned forward and kissed them both, running her tongue lovingly around the areolae. Anya stifled a gasp at the sensation.
Nina looked up and caught Anya's shy gaze. As if reading her mind, she grinned and said, "They're lovely, Anni. You should show them off more."
Anya searched for words as Nina's hands kneaded her breasts. "Can...can I..."
"See mine? Of course, sweet," the older girl said, sounding amused. "Though you must be pretty used to seeing them by now." She kept one hand on Nina's right breast while her other hand pulled up the hem of her blouse. Her breasts were full, tanned, and wonderfully pert, with large dark red nipples. Nina worked her blouse over her head and tossed it aside, then leant forward until her naked breasts were just inches from Anya's face. "Do you like them?"
"Yes," Anya said, mesmerised.
"Kiss them, Anni," Nina said. Anya frowned momentarily at the tone of her voice - Nina suddenly sounded impatient, when before she'd been all encouragement. But she complied, taking Nina's left nipple in her mouth and briefly suckling on it, then moving to kiss and suckle the other, while her hands caressed both of Nina's breasts. They were delightfully warm, silky smooth to the touch, and perfectly firm. Anya blushed again as she thought how small and girlish her own breasts were by comparison; Nina was still gently squeezing and stroking them. Then she heard Nina sigh contentedly under her kisses, and felt instead a quiet pride at being able to please her. Nina's strong thighs moved against Anya's, and Anya could feel a strange, joyous heat rising in her belly. There was a growing wetness between her legs.
They lay there entwined, alternating between long breathless kisses and fondling each other's breasts, for some time. The door of the summerhouse was still open and the cool garden breeze blew against their naked skin. Anya worried that the others might return and discover them together; Sam might be fine with it, but his mother likely wouldn't be. Nina didn't seem worried at all, though, so Anya thought better of mentioning it.
At last, with a darting suddenness, Nina broke off from a lusty kiss to slip her hand under Anya's dress. Her cool fingertips stroked up the inside of the younger girl's thigh. She looked down at Anya and tilted her head quizzically, as if asking her permission. Anya just stared back, her heartbeat quick with anticipation. Nina smiled and gave her a long kiss, then slowly removed Anya's underwear, until they dangled from one ankle. After that, standing bare-breasted over the trembling girl, she pushed the hem of Anya's dress up to expose her pussy.
Anya shivered despite herself as the cool air touched her labia. She didn't take her eyes off her cousin, who was now kneeling on the floor by the edge of the bed, gazing between Anya's splayed legs. One of Nina's hands caressed Anya's thigh, while the other tousled the neat dark strip of pubic hair above her otherwise hairless vagina. "Such a pretty little cunt," Nina said with a hint of laughter. Anya nearly flinched at the expletive, which sounded so coarse in Nina's lovely mouth. Then she began gasping in astonishment as Nina's fingers stroked her clitoris. She had never imagined such a feeling, like a pleasurable jolt of electricity at every touch. She'd seldom even touched herself down there, and never so skilfully.
Nina's skilled and supple fingers played over Anya's clit and stroked the lips of her vagina. First one finger, then two, slipped easily inside her; she was soaking wet, her inner thighs already glistening. Anya bit her lip to keep from crying out. She clutched at the bedsheets, a long low moan of pleasure escaping her lips as Nina's fingers slid deeper.
Suddenly, Nina withdrew her fingers and glanced up from between Anya's legs. "My turn, Anya." Her voice was once again strangely commanding. Anya could do nothing but lie there, her chest heaving, her body alive with arousal, as Nina stood up and stepped easily out of her skirt. Silhouetted by the sunlit doorway, the lawn and trees a vivid green behind her, Nina looked radiant, a naked nymph out of a classical painting. Her vulva was perfectly hairless, her labia prominent and beautifully pink. No doubt Nina kept her pussy so neatly shaved to please Sam.
Nina got onto the bed and straddled Anya's waist once more. She placed one hand on Anya's left breast, and the other - still dripping wet - reached down momentarily to stroke around the younger girl's mouth. Anya tasted something strange and wet on her lips, and realised with shock that it was the taste of her own vagina. She looked up at her beautiful cousin, and knew what was expected of her. Wordlessly, she reached up from the bed and ran her fingers over the lips of Nina's cunt. Nina shivered and clutched Anya's breast tightly. Anya could feel her cousin's warm wetness on her fingers as she slid them tentatively inside. The walls of Nina's vagina were tight against her fingers, tighter than she'd expected. "That's it, Anni, that's good," Nina gasped, her expression rapturous, as Anya's other hand at last found her clitoris and gently tweaked it. "Oh, fuck, that's good."
Anya felt a growing confidence as she stroked and fingered Nina. The older girl was gasping and whimpering with pleasure above her, her cunt sopping wet. Nina's strong thighs pressed against Anya's hips in an urgent rhythm. She was caressing Anya's breasts with one hand, and playing restlessly with her own nipples with the other. "Yes, yes," Nina sighed, over and over again, like a mantra. Anya's fingers glistened as she thrust them deeper into that perfect cunt.
Then suddenly Nina grabbed Anya's wrists, squeezing them almost painfully, and made her stop. Anya looked up at her cousin in shame and terror. She could feel tears welling in the corners of her eyes. What had she done wrong? Had she hurt Nina with her clumsy fingers? Why did she have to be so useless, so childish, so virginal?
But Nina was smiling that same enthralling smile she always wore. The look in her dazzling green eyes wasn't anger, but equal parts love, lust and amusement. When she spoke, she was a little out of breath, but her voice was warm like summer sunshine.
"You're wonderful, Anni. I always knew you were beautiful, but I didn't realise you were so talented. We should have done this long ago."
"Nina, I love you," Anya blurted. She immediately felt like an idiot, and blushed even brighter. She opened her mouth to apologise. Nina leant forward and kissed her long and hard.
"I've always loved you, sweet," Nina whispered when the kiss ended. "Now I want to prove it to you. I want to make you come."
Once again, Nina climbed off Anya and knelt on the floor, her head between Anya's parted legs. Anya lay there, gazing up at the carved wooden ceiling, as Nina's hands moved sensuously over her thighs, stroking at the lips of her vagina once more. She sighed and shivered with joy as Nina's fingers slipped inside her once again. Suddenly, she felt something soft and warm play delicately over her clit, then tease her labia. She felt aflame with pleasure, her hips rocking and her legs flexing on the sweat-damp sheets. She realised, through the wonderful haze of sensation, that Nina was kissing and licking her cunt.
Nina's tongue darted in and out of Anya, stroking the tender lips of her virgin pussy, flicking up and down, side to side. Somehow it felt even better than being fingered. The bedsheets were soaked now, and not just with sweat. Anya lost all self-control; she gasped, squealed, and had to bite her tongue hard to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs. The older girl continued silently, barely stopping for breath. Her fingers massaged Anya's clit as her tongue lapped at the walls of her vagina. Anya felt her pleasure rising to a fierce crescendo.
She cried out in ecstasy as she came, her juices drenching the bed. A wave of pleasure unlike anything she'd ever known rushed through her. She thrashed her legs, arched her back and clutched at the sheets and pillows with trembling hands. Nina kept kissing and tonguing her through the orgasm. At last, her mind and body spent, Anya relaxed on the bed and lay there, panting for breath. The breeze from the garden felt blissfully cool on her aching breasts and tender pussy as Nina came to lie next to her.
"Was that nice for you, sweet?" Nina asked nonchalantly, as if she'd just given Anya an ice cream, instead of a mind-blowing orgasm.
"Yes. Oh God, yes," Anya said. "Nina, I love you, I love you so much."
Nina laughed and stroked Anya's unkempt hair away from her forehead. "I aim to please." She planted a dozen tiny kisses on Anya's neck, then kissed along the curve of her breasts before running her tongue delicately around each nipple. She kissed and fondled Anya's breasts for a while longer, much more gently than before, as if knowing how tender and sore her cousin was. Then she said, "If you want to sleep now, Anni, I'll leave you in peace."
