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Journal: 12-17-03
Pat
During the following days there seemed to be something more special in Raquel's glances. Something more meaningful in her touches, a greater joy when she laughed at my little jokes. Still, it was three days before Raquel and I were alone together again and it was once again she coming into my curtained bed space after her sisters and our parents had gone to sleep for the night.
I was sitting up late, reading Asimov's "Foundation Trilogy", one of the boring sections, hoping to tire myself so that I could sleep. There was a rustling in the curtain and Raquel softly said "Bill? Are you awake?"
"Yes, come in."
The curtain pulled back next to an iron pole that'd been used as a corner anchor when hanging the ropes for the curtains. Raquel sidled through. Tonight she was wearing a different shirt above her panties. It was a Detroit Tigers uniform shirt that I recognized immediately. It was mine. I had been marking my place in the book, preparing to put it aside, but stopped at the realization. "You're wearing my shirt."
"Yeah." She did a little turn on the balls of her feet. "You like the way it looks on me?"
"It's too big for you. Why are you wearing my shirt?" I came to my feet beside the bed.
"I only have three shirts which I use for sleeping in. It's been over a week since mama last did laundry. They all feel and smell nasty now. I'm going to ask your mom how to work her washer tomorrow and clean some clothes. All of us girls are running short of clean clothing."
"Okay, but why 'my' shirt, or more especially, why 'that' shirt? That's my Tiger Team shirt. It's signed by Mickey Lolich. He's thrown over 100 strike outs so far this year and has almost 200 hits."
"Well, if you're going to be like that, I'll take it off. I didn't think you'd be mad with me. It was just that it was the top shirt in the box they moved your extra clothes to." There were tears forming in her eyes and her fingers were fumbling as she tried to work the buttons. I reached out my hands and stopped her.
"No, don't. I'm sorry, really. I shouldn't be so mean. It's just that this shirt is very special to me. I was wearing it at Tiger Stadium last year when Mickey got his 150th home run. We were right next to the batter's box and he let me congratulate him and everything. That's when he signed the shirt - I haven't worn it since. You can wear it, just be careful. Please?"
Her pout disappeared and a smile returned to her face, her eyes suddenly looking more sly and glittery rather than on the edge of tears. She'd had a thought, changed directions and I almost missed it when she said, "So, you don't want me taking my shirt off for you now?"
"No, that's all right. You can wear..." That's when I caught it, the joking innuendo in her voice, finally. The look in her eyes, her smile, her words. "Well... um... ah, sure, of course I want you to take your shirt off for me!... Ah... If you want to I mean."
"I shouldn't."
"Yeah, I know, incest. You don't have to if... "
"No, it's not that, silly! You've already seen everything once. Seeing it again can't be any worse, can it? I shouldn't show you though because you haven't shown me anything."
"What?"
"I spent an hour and a half naked in front of you last Thursday and all you showed me was a lump in your pants."
I blushed. I could feel the heat rising into my temples at her words. "Oh... uh... you noticed?"
"Yes I noticed. The way it was pushing out, I would have needed to be blind not to see it. So, here's the deal. If you want to see 'me' tonight, you're going to have to show me something first. After you do I'll show you something special too. Deal?"
"Um, okay." Without another word and slid my pajama bottoms to the floor, sat back down on the edge of the bed and removed them; first from one foot, then the other. Sitting back up I looked at her and waited. I hadn't been excited until just that moment, but the prospect of seeing her breasts again, of maybe seeing all of her and 'something special', whatever 'that' was, were having an effect on me. Though near limp as a noodle when I first slid my p.j.s down, things were stirring, lengthening, hardening as I anticipated her disrobing.
My leg was in her way though and Raquel moved closer, sitting beside me on the bed for a better view. She didn't say anything as she began unbuttoning the shirt, but her eyes never left my growing penis either. She seemed riveted by the sight. By the time she had the shirt open and was sliding it from her shoulders I was fully hard. My rigid shaft was sticking upwards and outwards as I sat there. I knew without looking that it was making the slightest of bobbing motions with each beat of my heart. I felt it was this that somehow held her entranced. The shirt slid down her back and pooled on the bed around her hips, the sleeves bunching up at her bent elbows. I reached forward then, shifting around to face her more squarely where I sat, using both hands and covering a breast with each.
"I do love your breasts, Rocks." She didn't correct me for using her old nickname. "They are so big and pretty. They feel so good in my hands."
"Big? They aren't big, Bill. Pat's are much bigger than mine and prettier too. Alivia's are bigger yet, almost too big. But mine are not big."
"But I haven't seen theirs, remember. In fact, yours are the only grown-up one's I've ever seen. I told you that last Thursday." I hated having to remind her that I was still a virgin. I felt it lessened me somehow, like she might suddenly pull away from 'little boy Bill' and deny what she had been offering only moments ago. I gripped her breasts more tightly in reaction, as if this would stop her should she change her mind.
"Careful. Don't squeeze too hard. Pat and Alivia both like rough treatment, I don't. Nice and gentle is how I like things, not rough."
I relaxed my grip and simply held her tits then, beginning to explore the valley between and the inner sides of them with my thumbs. Her nipples were growing, hardening and lengthening into my palms, where they were covered by them. I was losing myself in the sensations and the feel of her skin touching mine when her words made an impression in my mind, prompting a question. "You mean that neither Pat nor Alivia are virgins either? I thought surely that Alivia would be at least."
"Nope, neither." She opened her mouth as if to say more, then closed it again, a thoughtful look on her face as she studied mine. "You know how we were talking about what makes a slut last Thursday?"
"Yes, I remember. I remember how you told me what made you different from a slut too."
She blushed. "I meant what I said too, I am not really what most people would consider a slut. I simply enjoy sex. Pat now, is another story. She is much closer to what someone would actually call a slut. If she likes you at all she's as likely to sleep with you as not and do almost anything you want to as well. The only thing I can think of that she won't do with a boy is giving them oral sex."
I moved my hands to the sides and studied her now erect nipples. They had not only grown longer, but thicker as they hardened, almost doubling in size. I took them between my thumbs and fingers and tried moving them in different ways.
"Oral sex?"
"You know. Giving them head?" I must have still looked blank. ""A blow job!"
"Oh. I didn't know those other names for it. Why won't she do that?"
"She thinks it's disgusting. Though how she can consider that more disgusting than taking it in the ass I'll never know."
I had been gently twisting and pulling at Raquel's nipples, bending them over and pinching at them gently. The look on her face had changed and she slid one hand down between her legs, over her panties, while we continued talking.
"She takes a boy's thing in her butt? I didn't think you could do something like that."
"Of course she does. I told you that Thursday."
"That's right, you did." I finally noticed that the reddish area below her nipples had changed. It had darkened, filled up somehow. It was now almost a brownish color and the little wrinkles and tiny bumps I'd seen when she'd first exposed them to me were gone. I rubbed my thumb over one and it felt both kind of squishy and yet smooth and soft. "Your tits are beautiful."
"No they're not... I told you already, Pat's are... " She stood up, taking those breasts away from my hands. The sudden brush of the basement's cooler air against my palms, after the warmth of her skin, made goosebumps jump out on my arms. One smooth motion and the shirt was back up amd onto her shoulders, her fingers working at the buttons. I thought I had done something terribly wrong somehow, until she looked at me, grinned and said, "Look, I'll be right back. Don't go away or anything." She stepped through the curtain and it had no soomer closed than it parted again and she stuck her head back through. "Pull the blanket over yourself or something. Cover up, but don't put your pants back on. I am coming back."
"With that surprise you promised?"
"There will be more than one surprise, Bill. More than one." Then she was gone. I picked up my book from the blanket, where I'd let it fall earlier. Finding my page again I marked it and placed the book on the makeshift nightstand next to my small reading lamp. Pulling the blanket across my lap I waited.
The curtains parted again announcing Raquel's return. She was leading Pat who was trying to rub the sleep from her eyes. Raquel carefully held the curtain wide so Pat did not brush it as she entered. Pat was wearing one of those bright pink, granny-style night gowns that close up the front with snaps. It covered her from neck to ankles in a shapeless drape. Except for the wrinkles from her sleeping in it, the only 'shape' to it was where her breasts pushed against the front of it. Because of that, and it's shapeless hang, my first thought was that Pat looked pregnant in it. Her short, jaw-length black hair was mussed in disarray from her pillow. Raquel took Pat's arms and pulled them down to her sides. Pat's eyes were shut.
"Now keep your eyes closed for a minute more. I have a surprise for you, " whispered Raquel.
"But where are we?" Pat whispered back. "You have me all turned around. We won't wake Bill will we?"
"Oh, there's no danger of that," replied the shorter sister, tossing me a grin over her shoulder. I had no idea what she was about until Raquel took hold of Pat's nightgown near her throat and pulled it open, the snaps parting to just below Pat's breasts. Shifting her hands to that point she pulled again and the remaining snaps parted to Pat's navel.
"You said you had a new toy I could play with. What kind is it? How big is it?"
"Just a few more seconds. Let me finish getting you ready and you can open your eyes and see for yourself." She took her sister's nightgown and slid it back from her shoulders, allowing it to begin sliding down on its own. Pat's breasts were in view now and they were indeed larger than her older sister's. Less pointy and cone like, they were wide heavy globes on the front of her chest. It was the darkened area around her nipples that most drew my attention though. They were a lighter color than her sister's and took up fully a third of the front of each breast. The area seemed less like the cap her sister's did, seeming more like skin hard rubbed until it had turned pink. The nipple in each was the tiniest little bud and each seemed to sit in its own slight depression. Unlike her sister's, which appeared crevassed and wrinkled when flat, this area on Pat's breasts was utterly smooth. There were only a few small bumps near their outer edges where the color faded gently into that of the surrounding skin.
The nightgown tried to hang up part way down Pat's back and she shook herself to send it the rest of the way to the floor. Those breasts of hers bouncing side to side with the action and then quivering before they came to rest again. Surprisingly, Pat was completely naked beneath and I stared in wonder as her body was revealed before me. Not only were her breasts larger than her sister's, but her chest was broader, deeper and softer looking than that of Raquel. At rest, Raquel's body was slender but perfectly smooth, except below the waist where her hip bones jutted slightly. Pat, on the other hand, was heavier, softer looking all over. Her arms and legs thicker as from extra flesh, her tummy slightly rounded rather than flat like her older sister's. She wasn't fat or even chubby; just thicker all over and kind of padded seeming. The biggest surprise for me was her pussy though, or rather her pubic hair.
Raquel's hair was a dense curly mass that she trimmed only where it would show past her swimming suits and panties. Pat's pubic hair was straight but seemed to have been trimmed short. It was also mostly shaved away save for a half-inch arch above and down the sides of her mound. The lips themselves were thinner than Raquel's, less rounded, and grew downwards more. I looked at her face. She looked better this way, not the nude part, though that looked great to me, but clean and devoid of make up. Where Raquel hardly ever wore make up, Pat always wore it, usually too much of it, or maybe it was just that her choices in make up seemed to clash. Her eyelids were always too shiny with some glossy gunk and she always wore too much lipstick. Her cheeks always holding a perpetual make up blush. Now, clean, I found her more enticing than I ever did during the day.
Raquel told her to open her eyes...
Pat opened her eyes and almost screamed when she saw me sitting on the edge of my bed. She didn't quite scream, but she did squeal rather loudly as she brought her right arms up and across her breasts, her left hand moving to cover the center of her hips. She twisted slightly in place, turning just a little away from me, crouching a bit on her right leg as she brought the left forward and up to further block my view of her secrets.
"Raquel! Are you nuts?!!" she hissed. "What are you doing? He's our cousin!"
"You are the one who's been telling me you 'wanted' to let him see you... 'wanted' to see 'him' naked." She waved her hand at me and I moved the blanket aside, showing Pat my boner. "It is you who has been telling me you 'wanted' him to play with your body before we left for home again. "
"Well,... but..."
"But nothing! And keep your voice down! Do you want mama or Aunt Sarah and Uncle Linc to hear you?"
Pat's eyes were locked on my cock as she and Raquel whisper-argued back and forth. "But... "
"Now is your chance, little sister. You get to play with your cousin and if you are really good and make he and I happy, I will let you play with Hymie after." Saying this she reached beneath the hem of 'my' Tigers shirt and removed this big bullet looking thing; holding it up for her sister to see. Her panties must have been holding it in place beneath the shirt since her hands had been empty when they came in. I recognized the thing from ads I'd seen in a couple of magazines. It was a dildo or vibrator... but I didn't know they were that large. It must have been eight inches long and a little more an inch thick.
""Hymie?" I asked.
Raquel grinned and blushed then. "Yeah... well... Alivia was playing with it a couple of years ago, right after I first got it. She'd seen me using it I guess. She got too excited and took her own virginity with it during her very first orgasm. It kind of named itself you see?"
"No."
"Hymie, hymen, get it?"
"No, what's a hymen?"
"He's kidding, right?"
"No, I don't think he is. Our cousin Bill is a virgin, Pat."
"Really? A virgin?" She looked at me anew, speculation in her gaze. "I've never played with a virgin before."
"Sure you have. Skinny Stevens was a virgin, before you."
"He said he wasn't."
"According to his sister, he was. She wanted to kick your ass too until I told her it was all her brother's idea."
"Would you look at the size of him, Sis. He looks bigger than Hymie, doesn't he?"
"Close, I think. Hymie's longer, but he's thicker. So, do you want to play?"
"But I can't sleep with my cousin... I've run out of pills since we've been here and mama has too many other things on her mind to take me to the doctor."
"So do anal, or jack him off while he plays with you. He didn't even know anal was a possibility."
"He didn't? But I've never taken anything his size 'that' way before... I don't know."
"You've taken Hymie, I saw you."
"Yeah, but he's thicker and Hymie was a stretch. Besides, I only did it the once."
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