Kissing Cousins update

She was so angry at those ridiculous circumstances that she wanted to throw her skirt up over her belly, open her legs wide, show her twitching cunt to anyone who was looking. And with him seeing her, seeing her need, she would tell him to fuck her. She was ready to beg on bended knee for anyone to make her come.

And she might have done so, but Kevin picked then to stand up and stretch. Lara stared at his hips as they jutted out, saw the bulge his manhood made inside his tight jeans.

“I’m tired as hell,” he said. “I’m headed to bed.”

For a moment, Lara thought he was going to ask her to join him. Her eyes went to the pocket where she knew he’d put her panties. What was he going to do with them? She had to wonder. Then, as he left, she realized no, she didn’t have to wonder.

With a girlish titter—a somewhat lewd sound—Lara went to get a knife from the kitchen. She almost skipped on her way to her bathroom, where she found the hole Kevin had made and widened it with the knife until it was two inches.

She wanted to make it bigger, but that was already enough for him to see better. Pleased with herself, Lara went back down the hall to put the knife away. She stopped next to the closed door to Kevin’s room. Acting on impulse—the same reckless inquisitiveness that had gotten her into so much fun trouble on her adventures—she pushed on the door.

It was! It was open just a little. Her push made it silently yawn open.

Kevin lay on his back, her panties in one hand, next to his face. He was asleep already, snoring in the scent of her underwear. He lay on top of the sheets and he hadn’t undressed except to unzip his jeans, give his cock more room.

Lara gasped softly at the sight of his prick. Heat sizzled between her legs. She just had to reach under her skirt and feel her naked cunt, as if checking that it was ready for the enormous member Kevin possessed. Oh yes. It was wet indeed.

An overwhelming desire rose into Lara to enter Kevin’s room, to finish making that young cock hard, and put it inside her pussy where they both wanted it. But Lara forced the urge down. It was tiresome to refuse herself, but she couldn’t imagine living with the shame of doing such a thing, even if she usually didn’t believe in shame.

She kept looking at his prick for a long time though. It was half-hard. She rubbed at her sex as if she could arouse it as easily as she aroused herself, hoping Kevin might sense with his unconscious mind that his hardness was required, the animal in her speaking to the animal in him…

But despite her fervent need, he didn’t have the wet dream Lara was wishing on him. It made her feel slighted. He had her blooming panties and that wasn’t enough to make him hard? A boy his age should be hard for a month, getting so close to her pussy!

Lara went back to the bathroom. She widened the hole again, adding another inch to it. It really was something now. Big enough for Kevin, yes, it had to be… unless he had truly been put on this earth to break bitches like her. But no, that was unthinkable. And a woman like her could only be broken if she wanted to be.

Lara shoved the thought the rest of the way down and prepared for bed. She did wonder what Kevin’s first thought would be when he saw his peephole had become a glory hole. He’d have to know she’d done it, of course. Who else could it be?

She got a fresh pair of panties from her underwear door and put her foot through the first legband. Then Lara stopped.

“Why should I?” she asked herself.

Then, realizing the question she’d asked herself like it had come from someone else entirely, she replied “No reason at all.” She pulled her gown over her naked body. “Hell with it! Hell with all of it! I’ll sleep with no panties if I like! Bloody hell I will… and I’d like to see anyone say I can’t! Just let them try!”

But of course, no one cared except for Kevin, maybe, and he was fast asleep. Probably not even dreaming about her. Unless he’d started to since he’d left. That cock of his, out in the open, suddenly hard and throbbing and thrust all the way up into the air…

Lara gritted her teeth until the urge to run and check on him, like a silly little girl seeing if her crush had texted her, went away. Or at least subsided.

“Fuck it,” she said, flopping down onto her bed with a great deficit of her usual dignity. “Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it all.”

The phrase sounded good to her. No, the word sounded good. She whispered it again and again as she pulled her covers up over herself. “Fuck-fuck-fuck.”

She hugged herself, hoping the cool sheets and cool darkness would do something to take care of her warm body.

Her gown wasn’t helping. Lara took it off. She felt the satin sheets all over herself, but they weren’t cold anymore, they were burning up. She was burning up. She shoved her hands against the headboard to keep them away from herself, as she would shy back from a fire, and of their own accord Lara’s hips writhed.

Moving sensuously—even the suggestion of them in the moonlight, under the ghostly white sheets, shocked Lara. It wasn’t that such lewd movements were being produced by her body; it was that she couldn’t help herself. She was desperate to fuck. So desperate that her body was doing its part of the motions, demanding she give it a capable male to complete the dance.

“Fuck that,” she muttered. “I don’t need any man and I won’t have one I don’t want. I’m a woman and if I wish to move like that—any way I want—I’ll do so. Fuck… fuck… fuck!”

She scissored her legs together, feeling the throb of her squeezed cunt pass through her thighs and ricochet around her hair-trigger nerves. It felt good, but she knew it wouldn’t prove enough. She couldn’t come this way.

Eventually, she turned onto her side, drew her knees up against her chest, and forced herself to sleep with an act of will perhaps only the Tomb Raider was capable of.

***

She woke to find that slumber had been no help at all. She still wanted a prick inside herself like it was a missing piece desperately needed for the machine of her to properly operate. And she knew, even more frustratingly, that no amount of dildos or self-stimulation would do. It would all be delaying the inevitable.

Lara had to find a man—though she maintained that Kevin was completely unsuitable. It was just that he was the closest, most easily available… convenience… in her present state. But when had she ever settled for such a thing?

Lara busied herself in the kitchen, putting her frenzied mind into the familiar motions of preparing breakfast for herself. And Kevin, as a courtesy. Much as she disliked him, she loathed the thought of a slip in control. She would not allow herself to take out her present circumstances on the boy… little as he deserved her careful discipline.

She glanced at the clock above the stove, wondering when Kevin would make an appearance. It was well into dawn now. She thought boys his age had boundless energy. Why was he still in bed? Lara thought of going to wake him, but the thought of going into his bedroom with him scored a decisive blow within herself. She wouldn’t be doing that anytime soon.

The next hour flew by as Lara ate, then washed the dishes, then went through some mail. The litany of messages from well-wishers, fans, stalkers, journalists, college students, would-be clients, outraged conservationists, and so on allowed her to blessedly slip into autopilot. But before long, tedium set in. She once more left the pile of postage to molder.

Then she heard Kevin’s footsteps in the hallway. When he entered the kitchen, she was struck by his good looks. Even disheveled by a lacking attention to beautification, he still had all the necessary ingredients to be a truly handsome man.

Lara set her jaw. More fool him, then, that he didn’t bother with any of the little refinements that might actually allow him to seduce her, or at least give him a chance. Aftershave, some pomade, a little breath mint now and then…

Kevin took several deep breaths, the sound jolting Lara from her fantasy and reminding her of the unappealing reality. “Smells good. What are we having?”

“Had!” Lara retorted. “As in, I’ve had it already. And if you want some, you can bloody well dig it out of the refrigerator and resuscitate it yourself!”

“So… you want me to use the microwave?”