It’s true what they say, Martin though, sunlight is the best disinfectant.
He felt cleansed, as he walked down the street. All of his sins of the previous day washed away.
The only thing that really nagged at him, was he couldn’t be sure what had happened to Trunk’s car.
Ultimately, Martin decided, it didn’t matter.
Today would be a fresh start.
He had paid all his enemies back; and he had had a lot of fun of doing it.
Now, he could move on with his life.
He opened the front door to Rosie’s house, but paused before going in.
He felt suddenly tired.
That wasn’t surprising, though. He hadn’t been getting much sleep, due to his extracurricular activities.
Martin’s lips pulled back briefly into a cruel smile, before he frowned again.
But things are going to be different, he told himself, starting today.
No more stepping out on Emily, he promised himself. He cared for her a lot. And, maybe if he were honest with her about his condition, well maybe she could take care of that for him too.
Maybe, he could even repair his relationship with his Aunt Rosie too. He wasn’t sure how, but he could try.
It’s not that he felt guilty about anything he’d done. It was just sex, and sex felt good—really good.
He just didn’t like how cruel he could be, sometimes, while he was under the influence. The power sometimes brought out the worst of him.
If he could get control of that, then everything would be perfect.
But first he’d sleep, sleep all day, and sleep all night.
Thank god, he didn’t have to go to school anymore. Maybe being expelled wasn’t such a bad thing. Though, he promised himself that he’d get his GED, and try to live a normal life from now on.
A normal life, but with lots and lots of sex with Emily. Yep, that would be perfect.
But, as he entered the house, Martin felt a slight chill run down his spine. And, try as he might, he couldn’t ignore the mocking voice at back of his mind that told him he was fooling himself.
Inside, Martin suddenly felt very thirsty, so he made a bee line for the kitchen.
Rosie didn’t seem to be home, which was good, as he didn’t want to face her yet.
As for his cousin, Summer, who knows? Maybe she had already gotten up, and gone to school. Although, it was still pretty early for that.
He opened the fridge, and his eyes immediately focused on the soda cans on the bottom shelf.
These he drank in rapid succession, the sugary taste soothing his throat..
He searched for more, but ultimately his search ended in disappointment.
Martin, slammed the fridge door shut, hearing some of the bottles shake inside from the impact.
It felt like he was being watched, and now his eyes darted toward the entryway.
Summer stood there, staring at him.
Caught, her face went red, and she looked away.
Summer entered the kitchen, but with her eyes cast down.
As she passed, it suddenly struck Martin as odd that he and his cousin were roughly the same height—which was strange since both her mom and dad were so short. It was almost like, he and Summer were…
But, he lost his train of thought, as he sat down at the kitchen table.
And now, that she was a safe distance away, Summer immediately turned on him.
“W-W-Where were you l-l-last night?” Summer stammered.
Martin wasn’t having any of it, though. He felt too tired to deal with her shit today.
“What are you?” He snapped. “My mother?”
Summer’s mouth dropped open in surprise.
Martin wished he had a camera, because the look was priceless. Sadly, it didn’t last.
“S-S-Somebody n-n-needs to be,” she stammered.
Martin rolled his eyes.
“You’re o-o-out all n-n-night,” she said. “Y-Y-You come back, half n-n-naked…”
“So what,” Martin snarled. “Like you care.”
Marin could tell, just by the expression on her face, that he had hurt her.
“I do care,” she said quietly.
“You care, huh,” he said. “Is that why you act like such a bitch all the time?”
Summer scowled, a look of pure hatred on her face.
Martin almost apologized. He was exhausted that was all. He didn’t mean it. He started to walk out, but a voice at the back of his mind compelled him to get in the last word.
“God!” He cried. “You don’t know how tempted I am to bend your skinny ass over that table, and fuck the bitch right out of you.”
“O-O-Okay,” she said, finally.
Martin watched in amazement, as his cousin came around to the other side of the table, and then bent over.
Now, Martin gulped.
“Summer,” he said quietly. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”
He stopped. His earlier resolve to be a better man weakening, as his cock throbbed hungrily in his pants.
Summer really wasn’t much of a woman. But then again, she did have a pussy, and he was horny.
He slipped in behind her.
She cried softly, as he lifted up her dress.
Martin could feel her heat, even through the fabric of the panties she wore—white panties with pictures of tiny cartoon unicorns.
He unzipped his pants, releasing his hard, obscene thing from its cage.
Her body tensed, as he pulled her panties aside.
She moaned, as he dragged the bulbous head across her forbidden lips.
Martin knew he should stop. Knew that he should tell her that this was a mistake. Tell her that she deserved better.
But, she was wet, so wet.
And, it’s not like anyone but them would know...
She wanted it.
He did too.
So, he took the plunge.
“Fuck!” Summer screamed at the top her lungs.
He nearly lost it right then and there.
Her pussy felt amazing.
In fact, it was probably the best pussy he had ever had.
She felt tight, but not too tight like Emily’s could be.
And so juicy.
Not only that, but since she was so tall, he could go balls deep, and still not bottom out.
It’s like nature had compensated for her lack of beauty, by making the most intimate part of her body incredibly addictive.
Martin’s eyes rolled back in his head, even as his hips continued to pump into her.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Summer screamed over and over again, and now she shoved herself back—her pussy gorging itself on his big, fat cock.
This released the animal in him, and he slammed himself into her hard—reasserting his dominance.
Her legs shook, but she still had some fight left in her.
He redoubled his efforts, fucking her so hard that the table pushed forward with every thrust.
It wouldn’t be long now, he knew. He could feel the cum building up in every inch of his throbbing shaft.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her back, and pushed himself in as deep as he could go.
A tiny “umph” escaped her lips. But it was soon drowned out by his own guttural cry, as he exploded inside of her.
God, he thought, I’ve never cum that quickly with a woman.
But, she wasn’t done with him yet, and again thrust herself back against him. Her greedy pussy making sure it got every last drop.
Martin heard his cousin sigh, signaling her satisfaction, as she pulled free of him.
Summer stood, smoothing out her dress, and then turn to face him.
She was beaming.
Martin couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his cousin smile. She usually just scowled.
But, the big smile, and dreamy look on her face, actually made her look kind of pretty.
His cock must have thought so too, as it began to stir again.
Summer pushed her body close to his, and leaned in for a kiss.
Martin turned his head at the last second, not ready to cross that line. She ended up kissing him on the cheek, instead.
She rested her head on his bare chest. Martin heard her sigh again.
“Oh m-m-my God,” she stammered. “I k-k-knew it felt g-g-good. But I d-d-didn’t think it w-w-would feel that good. T-T-Thank you. T-Thank you. A million t-t-times thank you.”
Her clinginess, however, was starting to annoy him, and without thinking, Martin said, “If you’re going to flap your lips, why don’t you do it around my cock.”
Summer pulled back from him, and gasped.
Then her thin lips tightened into a mischievous smile, giving her an elvish appearance.
She dropped to her knees in front of him.
And, before he could say anything else stupid, she took his semi-flaccid cock into her mouth.
When Emily did this, she mostly just sucked on his cock, and sometimes he could feel her teeth, pricking the skin of his shaft.
Summer, however, alternated between sucking and licking. It wasn’t long before Martin felt his knees shake, and he had to sit down.
But, that did not deter her. If anything, she doubled down.
Summer bobbed her head back and forth with confidence, leaving Martin to wonder how his cousin had become such an expert. Was she just a natural? Some kind of blow job prodigy? Summer wasn’t exactly someone who got a lot of attention from the male population, so where she had learn her technique was a bit of a mystery. A mystery left unanswered, and Martin realized he didn’t care.
“Fuck!” He suddenly cried.
Summer gobbled his cock all the way down to the root, and then slowly pulled her head back—letting his thin lips drag across the shaft.
She stopped at the tip, and gave it one final kiss, before pulling free.
She smiled up at him, a thick wad of spittle dripping from the corner of her mouth.
God, Martin thought.
His normally Plain-Jane cousin looked incredibly sexy at that moment.
She still wore her dress buttoned all the way up to the top, which gave her a sort of prime and proper look.
But, he was hard. Hard for her.
Summer stood, and bit her lip.
A few second later, she smiled—wickedly.
Then she spun around, and bent forward.
Her panties were dripping wet.
She slowly pulled her panties down, teasing him.
Bent over, she shook her bare ass, taunting him with the pleasures that only a woman can offer a man.
His cock throbbed, ready to accept that offer.
He reached out for her, but she stood at his touch, and pulled away.
She smoothed out her dress, still smiling wickedly.
Martin couldn’t take it anymore. In one quick motion he grabbed her, and pulled her down so that she was sitting in his lap with her back toward him.
Summer laughed, but soon they both cried out.
She felt so good, even better than before, perhaps because he was so hard.
Once inside of her, Summer went wild. Her hips savagely bucking back and forth, while her pussy milked him for all that he was worth.
All Martin could do was sit back, and enjoy the ride.
But his bliss, was soon interrupted when he heard something drop on the floor.
He looked down, and saw the phone that Emily had given him.
Without thinking, he picked up the phone and dialed Emily’s number.
“I swear to god, Billy,” Emily screamed. “I’m going to cut off your tiny balls if you ever call me again.”
“It’s me,” Martin croaked.
“Martin?” She asked.
“Yeah,” he answered, surprised that he actually sounds fairly normal, given how hard Summer rode him now.
“But what about Billy and Trunk?” She asked.
“I took care of them,” Martin answered.
“You didn’t kill them did you?” Emily asked timidly, quickly adding, “I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you did, but…”
“No,” Martin answered confidently.
“Oh my god, Martin,” Emily said. “You don’t know how turned on I am right now.”
He did, though. He could hear it in her voice.
“What’s that noise?” She asked now, all traces of lust gone.
Martin knew, but he wasn’t about to say.
Summer meanwhile screamed herself raw.
“Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yes!” She cried over and over again.
“Are you watching porn?” Emily asked, laughing.
“Yeah,” Martin said, and technically that was true. He was watching his cousin impale herself over and over again on his cock.
“That’s something we need to do together,” Emily scolded him.
“And then maybe take a shower together after,” Emily added, the sexiness back in her voice.
“Well, after I’m done being grounded,” Emily said now, more matter of fact. “My dad knows that we’ve been…you know…intimate. He kind of freaked out about it, but Rosie was able to talk him down.”
“Uh-huh,” Martin said, stifling a groan. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take it. Summer had picked up the pace, and his cock felt like it was ready to burst. His salvation came from an unlikely source.
“Emily Elizabeth Noughton! Are you on your phone right now!” Martin heard Sheriff Joe scream.
“Oh shit,” Emily said. “That’s my dad. I don’t want him taking my phone again. Love you.”
Emily hung up before he could answer back.
Martin slammed the phone down on the table, and then turned his attention to the other bitch in his life.
He grabbed Summer roughly by the hair, and pulled her back.
“Did I say you could ride my cock,” Martin snarled in her ear.
“Don’t make me stop!” Summer panted. “Oh, please,God, d-d-don’t make me s-s-stop!”
And even as she said this, she lightly continued to thrust back against him.
“You want it that bad?” Martin asked, and then kissed the nape of her neck.
“Yes!” Summer cried. Her face contorting in lust. Her breath shaky with desire. “Oh, y-y-yes. I-I-I love it!”
Violently, Martin ripped the front of her dress open, spilling buttons all over the floor. Summer really didn’t have much going on up front. Nevertheless, Martin still pinched her tiny nipples, which completely set her off.
Summer moaned, a long ear piercing moan, and her hips went into overdrive, as they ground furiously against him in short little bursts.
Martin, no longer held back.
He rammed into her.
He continued to ram into her, standing up, just so he could get more leverage, as he fucked her hard from behind.
Summer grabbed the table. Gripped it so tight that her knuckles turned white.
He pumped—long, forceful thrusts—giving her everything he had.
Her body tensed.
Then she moaned, and continued to moan until she was out of breath.
Her body relaxed, as her cum ran down her long legs.
His cock throbbed, ready to burst.
But, he suddenly had a very perverted idea, and decided he didn’t want to cum inside of her again.
Instead, he pulled out, and pushed her to the floor.
Summer sucked in air, and then turned to face him.
He let go.
Howling, at the sudden rush, as his cum splashed all over her.
Summer gasped, as big, white globs dripped all over her chest and face.
Martin finished by slapping his big cock against the side of her cheek, degrading her even further.
“I’m going to bed,” Martin announced.
“Can I come?” Summer asked. She quickly stood, and followed him out.
“I thought you just did?” Martin said.
Summer laughed, and then stammered, “N-N-No t-t-to bed with y-y-you.”
“Why?” Martin asked.
He started toward the stairs now, but Summer remained hot on his heels.
“In case you get horny again,” she said, and this time didn’t stammer at all.
He was suddenly struck by a very vivid image of Summer, naked in his bed, her long legs wrapped around him, as he had his way with her.
His cock began to get hard again.
Summer must have noticed, because she sighed heavily, and then licked her cum covered lips.
She pressed her body close to his, and draped her long, skinny arms around his neck.
“You know,” She began. “M-M-Mom p-p-probably won’t be b-b-back until at least t-t-tomorrow.”
She was covered in his cum, wearing it like a sexy nightgown.
“We can do it as much as you want until then,” she said. Her voice low, to the point it was almost a whisper.
No stammer again, Martin thought. Strange.
Summer grabbed his cock with both hands, and began to stroke it up and down.
It felt good, and Martin sighed in approval.
She took this as encouragement, and now stroked him a little faster.
“We can do it anyway you want,” she said, her breath shaky. But, again no stutter.
She continued to stroke him. Her strokes long and fast, and Martin bucked his hips in response.
Summer had brought him close, and now dropped to her knees again—hugging his hips as she did so.
She had already done most of the hard work, and after a few bobs of her head, he came in her mouth.
Summer drank her fill, and then pulled her head back.
“There’s always so much,” she gasped.
Martin sighed in satisfaction. He had always pegged his cousin as a complete bitch, but he’d never imagined Summer was such a complete slut. Though, he was starting to like the slutty part of her immensely.
She took his hand into hers, and lead him to the stairs.
Summer would occasionally look back at him. But when he stared back, she would look down, and shyly smile.
But, Martin noticed something else about her now—she was overdressed.
The dress she wore, hung in tatters around her thin body.
In one swift move, Martin pushed his cousin up against the metal railing, and then tore her dress away.
He could hear Summer breathing hard.
“Fuck me!” She cried, any trace of shyness consumed by the burning lust in her eyes.
Though they were both standing, she still spread her legs wide, and then pulled him close.
Now, Martin breathed hard too, in want of her again.
But, then he started to remember all the times his cousin had been such a raging bitch to him. And whatever lust he had, was quickly cooled by anger.
“You know what Summer,” Martin snarled, as he grabbed her by the crotch.
She sighed at his touch.
Then she cried out, as he slid a couple of long finger into her slit.
“You know what you can do for me?” He asked.
She vigorously shook her head.
He leaned forward, resting a hand on the metal stair rail.
With his other hand, he stretched his fingers out, pushing them in as deep as they would go, and then jerking them back and forth inside of her.
Summer opened her mouth, as if she was going to say something. But the only response she gave, were her trembling of her lips.
“What you can do for me,” Martin said, pausing to admire the combination of pain, lust, and confusion on her face.
His fingers were starting to hurt, but he ignored the pain, and continued to finger her deep.
Now, he flicked her clit with his thumb.
The sudden sensation caused her to jump, and then she bucked her hips, which only wedged his fingers deeper in.
Martin smiled. A cruel smile, as he basked in the power he had over her. In one hand to give her pleasure, and the other to take it away.
“You can go fuck, yourself,” he growled, pulling free of her.
Summer collapsed onto the stairs. Her body still shaking, as her cum puddled underneath her.
The last thing he heard, before he went upstairs, was the sound of her whimpering softly to herself.
TO BE CONTINUED...