Fat and awkward, Marvin Turner had never kissed a girl, and he did not imagine he would get a chance to do so at any point in the foreseeable future. At sixteen years of age, he was in the full throes of a rather late adolescence – a raging cauldron of hormones, which ensured that even on a good day, he was greasy-haired and greasy-skinned, sweaty and malodorous, with breath that could wilt flowers. Even his zits had zits.
He had been called every nickname in the book at school. Fatty, Porky, Chubby, Pizza-Face, Volcano (because of his constantly-erupting zits), and Stinky were just the most common in a very long list. Girls called him repulsive, boys called him obnoxious, his teachers called him useless, his dad called him a waste of space, and he felt himself to be worthless. He had no friends. Not one.
The only ray of sunshine in his life for the past few years had been his mother. She alone was kind to him, comforting him when the endless bullying made him want to give up on life. She defended him from his father’s anger and contempt. She sneaked him food when his father said he was too fat to be allowed dinner and sent him to his room unfed. She bought him little presents when he was feeling at his lowest ebb.
And she encouraged his talent. He had a knack for drawing caricatures, and had been working on a comic book for the past couple of years. His father was utterly dismissive of his idiosyncratic style, but his mother said he had a unique vision, and would surely be a successful comic book artist one day.
And then, one day, while working on his comic book one recess in the library, he had been discovered by a cabal of his most vicious tormentors. Laughing as they poked fun at his drawings, one of them proceeded to rip the pages out, one by one, while the others held him down. Then they dragged him to the toilet and made him watch while they flushed away every page.
The next day, his mother was hit by a speeding car as she crossed the road after buying her morning coffee. His father, who pulled him out of school to give him the news, said that according to the hospital, she had probably been killed instantly. Then he told Marvin to pull himself together and be a man, and stop crying like a little girl.
The funeral was held the following Saturday. Marvin had wanted to get up in front of everyone and say some nice things about his mother – he had written a little speech – but his father told him nobody would be interested in what he had to say. So he merely sat, and listened to other people talk about what a wonderful woman she had been, and tried not to let his father see him crying.
Afterwards, there was a gathering back at the house. Marvin was shown some affection and sympathy for the first time in years, as various grown-up relatives hugged him and showered him vague but sincere expressions of sympathy. He thanked them, and made polite conversation when he had to ... but he was wishing he could just go to his room and curl up in a ball.
The snacks that his father had bought from the supermarket and laid out in the living room were soon gone, and Marvin went through to the kitchen to get something else to eat. Finding last night’s pizza in the fridge, he pulled off a slice and began to munch on it.
He had not quite finished it when his father entered the room. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you?” he said in disgust. “Stuffing your face while your relatives mourn your mom.”
“I was hungry!” Marvin protested. “Just because I’m sad doesn’t mean I don’t have to eat!”
“Well enjoy it,” growled his father, “because it’s all you’ll get to eat for the rest of the day. Get out of here – you’re banned from the kitchen!”
“You can’t ban me from the kitchen!” said Marvin. “That’s child abuse. You think Mom would have wanted this?”
“What your mom wanted no longer matters!” his father snapped. “I’m your only parent now, and you’ll do as I fucking say! And I say you’re going to lose weight if I have to fucking starve you! So no more pocket money to spend on candy and doughnuts – you’ll eat what I tell you to eat, when I tell you to eat it!”
“I fucking won’t,” grumbled Marvin rebelliously.
Then his vision exploded in a shower of sparks as his father dealt him a ringing slap across the side of his head. “You’ll do what I say,” he said coldly, “or you’ll leave this house entirely. See how you enjoy life on the streets!”
“Better than this place!” Marvin shot back, though the idea of living on the streets terrified him. Then he panicked. “Don’t kick me out, though, Dad ... please...”
“We’ll see!” said his father. “Just remember your place. Things are going to change around here. Your useless ass is going to be put to work for a change. You can damn well earn your keep!”
“I already have chores!” said Marvin.
“You’ll have a lot more!” said his father. “Now get out of here. The sight of you with pizza sauce on your face makes me sick!”
Marvin stomped out of the room, tears in his eyes. At the doorway, he turned back and said, “Mom wouldn’t like you treating me like this! She was a better parent than you’ll ever be!”
“Then why don’t you follow in her footsteps,” snarled his father, “and just die!”
Marvin turned and fled, lumbering up the stairs and flinging himself into his bedroom. He fell flat on his face on his bed, and sobbed into his pillow.
Five minutes later, his door opened, and a pretty golden-haired head peered around it. Marvin recognised her as his second cousin, Rebecca. “Oops,” she said. “Hi Marvin. Sorry to intrude – I was looking for the bathroom.”
“It’s next door,” said Marvin, sitting up and wiping his teary eyes. He felt embarrassed to be seen like this, especially by someone as pretty as Rebecca.
“Thanks,” said Rebecca, but she did not leave. Instead, she entered the room and closed the door behind her. “I’m really sorry about Aunt Sarah. Your mom was a super nice woman.”
Marvin nodded. “Thanks,” he said, staring at his knees. Years of bullying had made him default to avoiding looking people directly in the face. He could see, however, that Rebecca was not dressed very appropriately for a funeral – she was wearing a pink flared miniskirt, white socks, and pink-and-white tennis shoes on her bottom half ... and on her top half, a black long-sleeved blouse with a pink collar.
“I’m kind of bored,” said Rebecca. “I want to get out of the house for a bit. Is there anywhere around here that’s ... I don’t know ... fun?”
“Um ... not really,” said Marvin. “There’s a park...”
“That’ll do,” said Rebecca. “Come on then.”
“Huh?” said Marvin.
“I don’t know where it is,” said Rebecca with a shrug. “You’ll need to show me.”
“Oh,” said Marvin, climbing off his bed. “Okay.” It was so rare for anyone to ask him to do something with them that he was feeling a little caught off balance. But he was not about to turn down a request like this from his pretty cousin.
He trotted downstairs after her, looking around nervously for his father. He was relieved when the two of them made it outside without being challenged. “This way,” he said, turning left at the end of the driveway. The sky was cloudy, the air cool ... it was starting to feel like autumn.
“It’s weird that we live so near each other, but hardly ever see each other,” Rebecca remarked. “I remember you guys used to come over more often.”
Marvin nodded. “Dad didn’t like how close my mom was with your dad,” he said. “I once heard them arguing about it. I’m pretty sure that’s why we stopped coming.”
“Oh!” said Rebecca. “Well that is a surprise. I had no idea!”
They reached the park, and Rebecca looked around. “Monkey bars!” she said. “I used to be pretty good at those.”
They walked over to the playground equipment, which was currently deserted. Rebecca climbed a set of metal steps up to a long platform. “Let’s see if I can still do this,” she said. Grabbing the first rung, she swung to the next, and then the next, continuing until she reached the far platform. “Yup – still got it!” she said. Then she grinned at Marvin, her pretty blue eyes twinkling. “Hey Marvin – try and catch me.”
Marvin’s loins stirred at the thought of chasing Rebecca. He took a deep breath, then lumbered up to the ladder that led up to the platform on which Rebecca stood. She waited for him to get halfway up, then she giggled, and set off back across the monkey bars.
Marvin struggled up on to the platform, then he grabbed the first monkey bar, and tried to swing to the next. But his grip proved inadequate to support his weight, and he crashed down awkwardly on to the carpet of wood chips.
“Are you okay?” asked Rebecca from the far platform, her pretty face a picture of concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” said Marvin, picking himself up. “I don’t think I can do the monkey bars though.”
“That’s okay,” she said. “You don’t have to do what I do. You can use the ground as a shortcut. I have to stay off the ground.”
This considerably evened the odds. “All right!” he said, running over to the steps and bounding up them. Rebecca squealed, and took off across a short rope bridge to another platform. Then she stepped off, grabbing a vertical pole and sliding down it to a round platform, painted like a mushroom cap, which was the first of six in a long row. She ran lightly across these, and paused at the base of a small climbing wall, looking back to see how Marvin was doing.
He was already sweating, and breathing heavily. He wished he were not so fat and heavy; watching Rebecca’s effortless grace and athleticism as she moved around the playground was driving home for him just how much his sedentary lifestyle had impacted his own physical abilities. Yet he persisted, sliding down the pole and running across the mushroom caps to the climbing wall.
Rebecca giggled, and started her ascent. When Marvin reached the foot of the wall and looked up, his eyes widened at the sight of his cousin’s white panties, just before they disappeared over the top of the wall. Eagerly, he climbed up after her.
When he reached the top, she was just starting across the monkey bars. Panting heavily, he thundered along the platform, jumped down to the ground, and ran after her, reaching the far side just after she did. He lunged for her, but missed, so he waited for a moment, until she had reached the far end of the rope bridge. As she skipped across the mushroom caps, he ran back towards the foot of the climbing wall in order to intercept her.
She was too quick, but he did not mind. He clambered on to the low platform in time to see her panties again, for longer this time, as she scaled the last couple of feet of the wall. He reached up, just in time to grab her ankle.
“Oh no!” she squealed, shaking her foot. “You got me!”
Marvin laughed as he kept his eyes fixed on her panties. They fascinated him; he could see them bulging slightly around her pussy, and he was filled with a desire to reach up her skirt and touch her. But he did not dare.
“Ha!” said Rebecca, freeing herself and pulling her foot up out of Marvin’s reach. Then she looked down at his sweaty, spotty face. “You look like you could use a break.”
“I’m okay,” he panted, knowing she was right but not wanting the chase to end.
“Let’s go down to the pond,” she said.
“Okay,” said Marvin.
They walked down the grassy slope towards the water. It was not a large pond, and the shallows were choked with vegetation. Rebecca sat down, a few feet up the bank from the water’s edge, and stared wistfully across the pond. “I remember this place now,” she said, tucking her knees up and resting her chin on them. “I remember coming here with you and your mom.”
“I remember that too,” said Marvin. “You had pigtails.”
Rebecca laughed. “Oh yes! Those funny little pigtails. Wow, you have a good memory.”
“And your brother fell in the water,” added Marvin.
“Really?” said Rebecca. “I didn’t remember that. How funny. How old were we then? Must have been ... eight?”
“Something like that,” said Marvin. “Well ... if you were eight, I was probably still seven.”
“Oh yes, that’s right,” said Rebecca. “Your birthday’s in October, right?”
“November,” said Marvin. “The eighth. Yours is in April, right?”
“Yup,” said Rebecca. She lay down on her back, with her knees still up. “The twentieth.”
“So you’re seventeen,” said Marvin. “Almost a grown-up!”
Rebecca chuckled. “I don’t feel much like it,” she said. “But I guess I am. I feel it most when I’m driving. I like driving.”
“Lucky you,” said Marvin. “Dad won’t let me drive, ever since I accidentally drove his car into a stop sign.”
Rebecca laughed. “Oh no!” she said. “He must have been so mad!”
“Yeah,” said Marvin ruefully. “He nearly made me use my own money to pay for the damage. Mom talked him out of it, fortunately. I’d have had no money left otherwise. Not that I have a lot anyway...” He sighed. “So I just got grounded for like a month.” He shrugged. “That was okay. Gave me some time to work on...” Then he remembered that his comic was destroyed, and he fell into a glum silence.
“Work on what?” asked Rebecca curiously.
“My comic,” said Marvin. “I spent years on it. But last week, a bunch of guys at school ripped it up and flushed it down the toilet while they held me down.”
“No way!” said Rebecca, shocked. “That’s horrible!”
Marvin nodded, then shrugged. “I should have known better than to take it to school,” he said. “Anyway, it was far from the worst thing that happened last week.”
“Yeah,” Rebecca conceded. She stretched her left leg out, and idly played with the hem of her skirt.
Marvin, glancing down, noticed with interest that her panties were peeping into view, and he suppressed a grin. He turned his head forward, just enough that he could subtly keep glancing down at the little white triangle of material between her thighs.
Rebecca looked up at him, and raised an eyebrow. “Are you looking at my panties, Marvin?”
“Sorry!” he said quickly. “I ... just ... noticed they were showing...”
“I don’t mind,” said Rebecca casually. “You can get in front of me if you like, so you can have a better view.”
Marvin stared at her. “Ohh!” he said, in an awed tone. “May I? Really?”
Rebecca giggled. “Really,” she assured him, drawing her left foot back towards her bottom, and then spreading her feet and knees about a foot apart. “Have a good look, Marvin. You’ve had an awful time; I figure you deserve something nice.”
Marvin scooted down the grassy bank a few feet, then he rolled over on to his hands and knees in front of his cousin, and stared with mounting excitement at the slimmest part of her panties, behind which, he knew, lay her pussy and vagina. His erection felt as if it was ready to burst out of his trousers.
“Now,” said Rebecca, “keep watching.”
It was an unnecessary instruction; Marvin would happily have remained in this position, staring at her panties, until darkness came. But as he continued to watch, with a big smile on his face, something happened which he had not been expecting.
A wet patch suddenly appeared and spread rapidly, and a yellow liquid poured through the fabric and descended in a river down the hitherto pristine white material. It quickly soaked the seat of her panties, where it widened out below the slim part, and a puddle formed in the grass, flowing outward for a few inches before soaking into the soil as the flow diminished.
“Whoa!” said Marvin, astonished. “That was ... why did you do that?”
“Keep looking,” said Rebecca, in a slightly breathless voice. “I’m not done.”
Marvin watched, eyes wide, as a lump now formed in the seat of Rebecca’s soaked panties. “Holy shit!” he gasped. “You’re ... pooping?”
Rebecca grunted softly, and balled her fists by her sides. The lump protruded farther and farther, then held still for a moment ... and then the material to the left of the lump suddenly bulged outward, growing and then merging with the central lump. As the bulge continued to swell, the panty material to its right now started bulging too.
The smell of poo was now very obvious. Marvin watched in amazement; he had never seen anything like this before. And while he was baffled as to why Rebecca was doing this, he did not dare ask any questions about it, for fear the show would stop. And he very much did not want it to stop.
But eventually Rebecca exhaled. “That’s it, I think,” she said. “So now you know my dirty little secret, Marvin. I like to pee and poop in my panties.”
“That’s ... amazing!” said Marvin. “I never in a million years would have imagined... Wow!”
“Is that a good ‘wow’ or a bad ‘wow’?” asked Rebecca.
“Good!” Marvin exclaimed. “So good! It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen! So sexy that ... my head feels like it’s about to explode! This ... oh Rebecca ... I know I shouldn’t say this, with today being ... what it is ... but honestly, this is the best day of my whole life!”
Rebecca giggled. “Good!” she said. “I’m glad.” She propped herself up on her elbows, and looked around. “Is that a trail over there?”
“The start of one, yes,” said Marvin. “It’s almost a mile long – it goes to the bluffs.”
“Sounds nice,” said Rebecca. “Fancy a walk?”
“Sure!” said Marvin. “You’re really going to walk like that? With full panties?”
Rebecca grinned. “Why not?” she said. “I like how it feels when I walk. Help me up?”
Marvin took her hand, and helped her to her feet. Then he walked with her to the start of the trail, and they passed into the shadows of the trees.
“Thank you for showing me ... that,” said Marvin. “It was ... amazing.”
Rebecca smiled. “It was cool to do it with someone watching, for a change,” she said. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t get all weird and judgy about it. I’m glad I did it.”
“How long have you been doing it for?” asked Marvin curiously.
“I first did it when I was twelve,” said Rebecca. “I was masturbating in my room, and I needed to pee ... and, I don’t know, it just occurred to me that it would be fun, and very naughty, to pee in my panties. So I went to the bathroom, took off my jeans, sat down on the toilet with my panties still on ... and I peed. It was very exciting, so I kind of made a habit of it. I would always rinse and wring out my panties afterwards, and hide them under my bed until they were totally dry. A few months later, I tried pooping in my panties. That was even nastier, and smellier ... and I loved it. So I’ve been doing both ever since.”
“That’s awesome,” said Marvin.
“How about you?” asked Rebecca. “Do you have any dirty little secrets?”
Marvin hesitated. “Nothing like that,” he said. “I do have some pretty ... weird ... things I like to think about when I’m ... you know ... jacking off....”
“Like what?” she inquired.
Marvin coughed nervously. “Um ... well ... I like to imagine ... a girl being ... stuck.”
“Stuck?” said Rebecca. “Stuck how? Like in quicksand or something?”
“No,” said Marvin, feeling rather foolish. “Like if she’s trying to get through a hole in a wall ... or a window that will only open so far ... or a tree that she’s trying to climb, when she gets tangled in the branches. And then I come along, and she asks for my help ... but I just start undressing her ... and she can’t stop me, because she’s stuck...”
“You meanie!” said Rebecca. “Why would you not help that poor stuck girl?”
“Sorry,” said Marvin hastily. “In real life I would, obviously.”
Rebecca laughed. “I’m just teasing,” she said. “It sounds like a fun fantasy.” They continued in silence for a minute or so. Then she asked, casually, “Have you ever touched a girl’s boobs, Marvin?”
“No,” said Marvin, hardly daring to hope where this might be leading.
Rebecca stopped walking. Reaching up inside her blouse behind her back, she unclasped her bra. Then she pulled the front of her blouse away from her belly. “Put your hands up inside my top,” she instructed Marvin.
“Seriously?” said Marvin, his eyes wide.
Rebecca nodded. “Go ahead.”
Marvin stepped toward her, his pulse racing. Slowly, he reached out and slid his hands up underneath her black blouse. Encountering her bra, hanging loosely, he tucked his fingers beneath it, and felt the soft flesh of her breasts with his fingertips. Pushing further, he felt her nipples, and then he enclosed his hands around both of her breasts. Stroking them gingerly, he looked excitedly into Rebecca’s kind eyes. “Thank you!” he whispered.
“You can be a little firmer,” she said, smiling. “They won’t break.”
Marvin grasped her breasts with more confidence, caressing and kneading them with a look of rapturous joy on his face. Shifting his hands so that her nipples slipped between his fingers, he squeezed them gently. “This is ... I’m in heaven!” he gasped. “Why are you letting me do this? Why are you being so nice to me?”
“This is a pretty dark time for you, Marvin,” said Rebecca. “I just want you to have some good memories to go along with the bad ones.”
“Mission accomplished!” said Marvin fervently. “I’ll remember today with happiness for the rest of my life.”
Rebecca stepped back, and Marvin took the hint, withdrawing his hands. Having refastened her bra, Rebecca reached out and took his hand in hers. “Shall we continue?” she said.
Walking with Rebecca, and holding her hand, Marvin felt happier than he had ever felt before. He knew this was not going to last – it was just an act of charity on his cousin’s part – but he was savouring every moment, every second of this experience.
They reached the bluffs, where the river cascaded down some rapids that almost, but not quite, constituted a waterfall. Downstream of this was a wider, calmer area that was often used for swimming by local kids. With the temperature being in the low sixties today, however, it was deserted.
“Looks like a good place to clean my panties,” said Rebecca. She gave Marvin a sidelong glance. “Wanna see me naked?”
“You’ve been so generous already!” said Marvin. “But yes, yes please, of course I do.”
“I won’t dump my poop in the water,” said Rebecca. “I don’t want some unsuspecting swimmer to come across it. I’ll tuck it away out of sight in the woods; it’ll decompose soon enough there.”
“Okay,” said Marvin.
Rebecca disappeared behind a large rock, from the top of which sprouted a couple of slender birch saplings. When she emerged, she was holding her empty but still messy panties. She walked down to a flat rock at the water’s edge, stopping a few feet in front of Marvin. Turning and smiling at him, she dropped her panties on the rock, then she removed her sneakers and white ankle socks. Unzipping her skirt, she pulled it down her legs. As she straightened up, Marvin got a good look at her pussy; to his surprise, it was completely hairless.
“I shave,” Rebecca explained. “It was a pain in the ass to clean poop out of it, and I prefer it this way. I’m naturally very blonde, so you could hardly see it anyway.”
“It’s beautiful,” said Marvin earnestly.
Rebecca smiled. “Thank you,” she said. She pulled her blouse up and over her head, then she placed it on the rock next to her skirt. Finally, she unfastened her white bra, and pulled it down her arms. Setting it down, she put her hands on her hips and smiled at Marvin. “Well, what do you think?” Then her face fell, as she noticed Marvin’s face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, nothing,” he said hastily, wiping tears from his cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry – it’s just that you’re so wonderful, and beautiful, and your body is perfect ... and I don’t understand how or why this is happening ... it just doesn’t feel real! It feels like some amazing, magical dream ... and now I’m ruining it by crying ... but you don’t know ... you don’t understand ... how overwhelmingly huge this all is for someone like me...”
“You’re not ruining anything, Marvin,” said Rebecca gently. “But I’m a little cold, and I’m not planning to stay naked for long, so just try to enjoy it while it lasts.”
“I will,” Marvin promised, pulling himself together.
Rebecca stepped into the water, and squatted down. “Christ that’s cold!” she gasped. She quickly splashed water up against her bottom, and vigorously rubbed and wiped in order to remove all traces of poo from herself. Then she stepped out, picked up her panties, and dunked them in the water, rinsing them and rubbing at the brown marks, until the garment looked clean. Examining it closely, and then nodding in satisfaction, she wrung it out thoroughly, squeezing every last drop from the sodden fabric.
Having wiped the excess water from her bottom, she put her panties back on, followed by her bra and blouse. Sitting down, she dried her feet off as well as she could with her hands, and then she put on her socks, followed by her shoes. Rolling her skirt up, she set it down on the rock behind her, and lay down, using the skirt as a pillow. “Come and sit next to me,” she said. “I think it’s time for your first kiss.”
Marvin jumped down on to the flat rock, and carefully sat down next to her. He was almost quivering with excitement. “Um...” he said, not quite sure how to proceed. He did not want to blunder into his first kiss, and ruin it.
“Just lean down, and put your lips on mine,” said Rebecca. “Then just do what I do ... okay?”
“Okay!” said Marvin. He bent over her, his face coming closer and closer to hers, looking straight into her eyes. Gingerly, he placed his lips on hers. Then he pulled back. “I ... I’m sorry about my face,” he said, feeling a terrible sense of shame about his acne. “I feel bad about it ... touching you.”
Rebecca reached up, clasped her hands behind his neck, and pulled him back down. “Silly boy,” she said, kissing him on the lips. She opened her mouth slightly, and kissed his lower lip, then she extended her tongue, and traced it along the gap between his lips. Hesitantly, he stuck out his own tongue, and then he closed his eyes as it met hers. There followed a gentle, tentative exploration of each other’s tongues, which progressed into a deeper, full-on French kiss, their mouths locking together and their tongues swirling around each other.
It lasted almost a minute. Then Marvin broke off, as it seemed to him that Rebecca was ready for it to stop. “Thank you!” he gasped.
She patted his shoulders. “Okay Marvin,” she said. “I think it’s time we went home.”
Marvin nodded. He was sad for this amazing experience to end, but these memories would last him a lifetime. He sat up, and looked at the water flowing by. “I can never thank you enough or repay you enough for today,” he said. “But if ever there’s something I can do for you – anything at all – just name it. I’ll literally do anything for you, Rebecca. I ... I love you. You may think that’s stupid, given how little time we’ve spent together, and how little we know each other ... but I do. I think I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”
Rebecca sat up. “I understand,” she said. “It’s not stupid at all. Thank you for telling me.” She put her arm around his shoulder. “Ready to go?”
He nodded, and got to his feet. Rebecca grabbed her skirt, stood up, and put the skirt back on. Zipping it up, she said, “All right then.”
As they walked back along the trail, Marvin felt rather lost for words. But he did not mind being silent with his cousin; he felt there was a bond between them now. It might be a little one-sided, but nothing could take away from him the things she had done for him in the past hour. Nothing could spoil his happiness.
“So, your dad,” said Rebecca. “He’s a bit of a dick, isn’t he?”
Marvin laughed mirthlessly. “Yeah,” he said. “He always has been ... but I’ve a feeling he’s about to get worse. Mom used to calm him down and keep him off my back ... but she’s not here anymore. I guess I’ll just have to ... adapt.”
When they got back to the park, Rebecca said, “Marvin, I’m going to need you to do something for me.”
“Anything!” he said happily. “Just name it.”
“Not yet,” she said. “I’ll tell you in a little bit. Just ... trust me, okay?”
“Of course!” said Marvin. “Rebecca, you could ask me to step in front of a speeding train, and I would do it without hesitating.”
“Don’t say that,” said Rebecca reproachfully. “If you don’t value yourself, how can anyone else? How can I?”
“I’m sorry,” said Marvin glumly. “I guess I haven’t had much practice in valuing myself.”
“It’s okay,” she said. “Just do this one thing for me, and I’ll see what I can do to teach you some self-confidence.”
“It’s a deal,” said Marvin. “Hey, it’s not like we live all that far apart. Maybe I can come visit you sometimes...?”
“I’d like that,” said Rebecca.
They arrived back at the house. Marvin sighed. “Well, thank you again for the best hour of my life,” he said.
“You’re welcome,” she replied, and she leaned forward and kissed his zit-infested cheek. “Now go up to your room. I’ll be there in a few minutes, and I’ll let you know what I want you to do.”
Marvin trundled upstairs to his room, and waited. The minutes ticked by with agonising slowness. Five minutes, ten ... twenty. Then the door opened, and there was Rebecca. And behind her, confusingly, were her parents.
“Oh!” said Marvin. “Uh, hi Uncle Chuck. Hi Aunt Helen.”
“Hey champ,” said Uncle Chuck, with a kind smile.
“Hi Marvin,” said Aunt Helen, stooping down and enveloping him in a big hug. Then she sat down next to him. “Rebecca just told us something very ... disturbing.”
Marvin’s hair stood on end. What had Rebecca told them? What was this about?
“I overheard you and your dad talking in the kitchen earlier,” said Rebecca. “When he told you to follow in your mom’s footsteps and die.”
“Ohh,” said Marvin, the light dawning. “So that’s why you ... you’ve been so nice to me.”
“The thing is,” said Aunt Helen, “we’re very concerned for your well-being. If your dad does kick you out of this house ... we want you to know that we’ll be more than happy to take you in.”
Marvin’s eyes widened.
“Not that we want to deprive your dad of his only child after the passing of his wife!” said Uncle Chuck. “But it does sound like it might be a bit of a toxic environment here for you...”
“He’d love to see the back of me,” said Marvin. “Can we ... can I ... just go with you? Now? Please?”
Chuck and Helen looked at each other. Then Chuck said, “Give your dad a chance, at least. He might be regretting what he said earlier. This is an emotional time for him too, remember.”
“Chuck, he hit him!” said Helen urgently. “If he wants to come with us...”
“He’s still the kid’s father...” said Chuck uncomfortably.
“Mom, Dad, can I talk to Marvin in private for a minute?” Rebecca asked. “I’ll see you downstairs.”
“Of course,” said Helen. “We’ll be in touch, Marvin ... all right?”
Marvin nodded. Then he watched as his aunt and uncle left the room.
“Okay Marvin,” said Rebecca, sitting down on the bed next to him, “it’s time for you to do that thing for me. Are you ready?”
“Absolutely,” said Marvin, steeling himself for whatever Herculean task Rebecca was about to set for him.
“Pick a fight with your dad,” said Rebecca.
“What?” said Marvin, startled.
“He said he would kick you out if you step out of line,” said Rebecca calmly. “So step out of line. Get him to kick you out. Then my parents have a legit reason for taking you in, and hopefully your dad won’t try and get you back. Because I guess he could, if he wanted.”
Marvin gulped. He was afraid of his father’s temper ... but more than anything, he wanted to live with Rebecca and her family. “Okay, I’ll do it,” he said.
Rebecca smiled. “Everyone else has left,” she said. “Once we’re gone, you’ll be alone with your dad. Pick a fight with him, and get him to kick you out. When he does, leave the house immediately; don’t hang around to pack. We’ll come back and get your stuff when it’s safe to do so. Go to the park; I’ll make sure we’re waiting there for you. If you haven’t shown up in half an hour, I’ll come back, saying I left something here. And we’ll talk again, and figure out a different plan.”
“You’ve really thought this through!” Marvin marvelled.
Rebecca smiled. “Just don’t fake it, okay? Don’t come to the park, saying your dad kicked you out, if he hasn’t. That would ... disappoint me.”
“I won’t disappoint you,” Marvin vowed.
“Okay,” said Rebecca. “Good luck.” She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Then she left the room.
Marvin watched from the window as she walked to her parents’ car and got in. The car sat there for what seemed like a long time. Then it set off down the road. Marvin took a deep breath, then he got off his bed, and went downstairs.
His father was in the living room, looking dour. He glanced up as Marvin entered. “Well if it isn’t the fat little turd,” he muttered, his speech slurring slightly.
“You shouldn’t talk to me like that,” said Marvin. “I’m your son.”
“I’ll talk to you how I fucking like,” replied his father. “Pick up all these dishes, Fatty, and take them into the kitchen.”
“No,” said Marvin. “I’m done letting you push me around.”
“Well well!” said his father. “Don’t tell me you’ve grown a backbone? Good for you. Perhaps we’ll make a man out of you yet. But don’t push your luck, son – pick up the dishes.”
Marvin, at this point, almost backed down. Was it possible he could, even now, reinvent his relationship with his father? Could he even, perhaps, earn his father’s respect, at long last? He took a deep breath.
“Not until you apologise for calling me Fatty,” he said.
“Apologise?” echoed his father, rising to his feet. “Dream on, you fat fuck! I’ll call you Fatty until it’s no longer true! You disgusting, obese piece of shit!”
Marvin quailed at the sight of his father’s fury-contorted face, and he turned to leave the room. But his father was after him in a second, grabbing him by one shoulder and spinning him around. “PICK UP THOSE DISHES!” he screamed. With the back of his hand, he dealt his son a ringing blow across the face.
Something snapped inside Marvin. “Fine!” he yelled back. He reached down to a nearby table, picked up an empty dinner plate, and then hurled it to the floor, where it broke into several pieces.
“You little fucker!” his father roared, grabbing him by the throat and throwing him to the floor. “That’s it – I’ve had it with you! No food for a week, do you hear me? No food for a week!”
“Dad!” gasped Marvin, struggling to breathe. “You’re choking me...”
“Gah!” His father let go of him, stood up, and stormed out of the room.
Marvin, stunned and shaken, lay on the floor for a few moments, rubbing his neck. When he had recovered enough to get up, he stumbled out of the room and into the kitchen, seeking out his usual form of comfort. Finding a block of baking chocolate in one of the cupboards, he sat down heavily in a chair, and began to eat it.
Once he had finished it, he went foraging again, and unearthed a jar of marshmallow fluff. Not particularly substantial, but it would do. Sitting down, he opened it up, dug his fingers in, and scooped out a handful.
Then his father entered the room. With a howl of rage, he marched over to Marvin, grabbed him by one ear, and dragged him out of the chair. “THAT’S IT!” he screamed. “You are fucking HISTORY!” Storming out of the room, with Marvin tottering after him, gibbering in pain, he headed straight for the front door, and opened it. “I WARNED YOU!” he shouted. “I WARNED YOU! BUT YOU JUST CAN’T HELP YOURSELF, CAN YOU? YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FAT FUCKING PIG! I AM SICK OF THE SIGHT OF YOU! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE, OUT OF MY LIFE! AND STAY OUT!” He pushed Marvin outside with such force that the boy went sprawling, grazing the palms of his chubby hands.
The door slammed shut. Marvin picked himself up, rather shakily. Panting hard, he began to half walk, half jog down the road, in the direction of the park. He hoped Rebecca and her family would be there ... but he did not dare to hope too much. His life rarely bestowed such good fortune on him.
Rebecca spotted him first. “There he is!” she said excitedly. She was out of the car and running towards him in a second.
Marvin smiled happily as his cousin embraced him. But then she pulled back, and saw his face. “Oh my god, what happened?” she asked.
“He hit me,” said Marvin, with a shrug. “No big deal. I’m out of there now – for good. He made it very clear he doesn’t want me back.”
Aunt Helen and Uncle Chuck had also got out of the car. “Oh, look at your face!” said Helen, shocked. “Your dad did that?”
Marvin nodded. “So ... can I live with you, please?” he asked.
“Yes,” said Chuck firmly. “Our home is your home now, Marvin. We’ll need to tell your father, of course, but in view of the circumstances, it doesn’t seem like he would object.”
“Thank you ... so much!” said Marvin gratefully. “I’ll pay my way, of course – I’ll get a job of some kind, and pay rent.”
“There’s no need for that, Marvin,” said Aunt Helen. “You’re family.”
“Yay!” said Rebecca happily. “I get to have a new brother!” She grinned at Marvin.
Marvin smiled at her. Being her brother was not what he wanted most of all, but it would do. It would do just fine.
“Now,” said Chuck. “Important question: do you have a key to your house?”
“Yeah,” said Marvin, “but I’m sure he’ll probably change the locks.”
“Which he’ll have to leave the house in order to do,” said Chuck. “Do you think he’s likely to do that right away?”
“He might,” said Marvin, “although he’s pretty drunk right now.”
“Let’s wait five minutes,” said Helen, “and then drive by the house. You never know.”
Chuck nodded.
“Isn’t this exciting!” whispered Rebecca to Marvin.
“Yes,” agreed Marvin. “Rebecca ... I can’t thank you enough for this. You just ... you just changed my life.”
Rebecca just smiled, and patted his knee.
Five minutes later, they drove past Marvin’s house. His father’s car was not parked outside.
“I knew it!” said Marvin. “I bet he’s gone out to buy new locks.”
“Well this is your chance,” said Chuck, backing into the driveway. “Grab as much as you can, as quick as you can. Only take what’s indisputably yours. I’ll come in and help.”
“So will I!” said Rebecca.
“I will too,” said Helen.
Marvin unlocked the front door, and led them up to his bedroom. He was embarrassed at how messy (and smelly) it was, but his new family did not seem to mind. He raided his drawers and closet, taking most of his clothes, a bunch of his drawings, lots of books, his television and X-box (which had both been Christmas presents), all of his video games, and his laptop. Lastly, he fetched his toothbrush, toothpaste, shaver, and shampoo from the bathroom. It took a few trips, but in less than fifteen minutes, everything he needed was in the car. There was still no sign of Marvin’s dad.
Marvin felt very relieved when they got underway, heading for Chuck and Helen’s house. His aunt and uncle chatted with him on the way, putting him very much at ease in their company. Rebecca held his hand for most of the journey, which was also very nice.
When they arrived, they began to unload the car. “We’ll put you in Glenn’s room,” said Helen. “He’s off at college; it’ll be fine.”
“He’ll be pissed if you give away his room without asking!” said Rebecca. “Can’t we convert the study into an extra bedroom?”
“We could,” Chuck conceded, clearly not a fan of this idea. “But there’s no bed in there.”
“We can get one,” said Rebecca. “In the meantime, we can move Marvin’s stuff into there ... and he can sleep with me.”
Marvin’s eyes widened.
Both Chuck and Helen looked startled. “That would be highly inappropriate,” said Chuck sternly.
“Screw appropriate!” said Rebecca vehemently. “You don’t know what Marvin’s been through! I don’t just mean at home, with his dad being so horrible, and his mom dying; I mean the shit he goes through at his school on a daily basis!” She put her arm around Marvin. “He deserves some happiness ... and I know it’ll make him happy to have me to cuddle up to in bed tonight.”
Chuck’s face was beginning to turn red, and Marvin was afraid things were about to get very uncomfortable. “May I say something?” he interjected.
“Of course, Marvin,” said Helen.
“You’re all being ... so kind to me!” said Marvin. “I’m feeling very overwhelmed by it all – I’m so extremely grateful to all three of you. And listen ... I’d love to sleep in Rebecca’s bed tonight, of course I would ... but you could stick me in a chair with a blanket, and I would still be incredibly happy to be here. Losing Mom ... it was the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. But if some good can come out of it ... like me becoming part of your family ... I think she would be happy for me, you know? If she’s somewhere up there, looking down on my life ... I know she’s happy and grateful to all of you as well.”
Helen wrapped him up in a warm embrace. When she released him, there were tears in her eyes. “Your mom and I were very close, as kids,” she said. “We were just cousins, but we felt like sisters. I know that this would make her happy, too.” She turned to her husband. “Do you think, maybe, we could let them sleep together tonight? I know it’s a little ... strange ... but these are special circumstances...”
“I just ... worry ... about what might happen,” said Chuck uncomfortably.
“Then don’t!” said Rebecca. “Marvin wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and rape me in my sleep, would you Marvin?”
“Of course not!” said Marvin, horrified. “I mean – it’s not about being stupid ... I wouldn’t ever do that to you! Why would I? That would be a horrible thing to do.”
“You see?” said Rebecca. “Marvin’s a nice boy.”
“All right,” said Chuck, holding up his hands. “Against my better judgment, I’ll permit it. Just for tonight, though!”
“Thanks Dad!” said Rebecca happily.
Once Marvin’s belongings had been moved into the study, he was hoping to spend some more time alone with Rebecca, but Chuck apparently had other plans. “Who wants to go out and play some mini-golf?” he asked.
“That sounds fun!” said Helen, and Rebecca readily agreed.
“Yeah!” said Marvin. “Sure.”
If Chuck and Helen seemed overly determined to show him a good time, Marvin did not mind at all. He was very happy to be in their company. He was just looking forward even more to tonight. He was not sure what Rebecca’s plan was, but he hoped he would get to see her naked again ... and perhaps even touch her.
Helen won the game of mini-golf – her eye and club control were exemplary – and then Chuck suggested they go to a local Indian restaurant. Marvin, who loved curries but rarely got to eat them, enthusiastically seconded this plan. They drove to the restaurant, where Marvin ordered a chicken tikka masala. It was delicious.
They returned home, and Chuck asked Marvin if he would like to pick a movie to watch. Marvin chose Guardians of the Galaxy, which he had seen before, but quite fancied seeing again.
Afterwards, Rebecca took a shower, while Aunt Helen explained a few things to Marvin about his new home. They had a burglar alarm system, which meant that he could not come downstairs after it was set without triggering it. She taught him the code to cancel and reset the alarm, just in case he had to come downstairs in the middle of the night for some reason. She also showed him where the towels were kept, and where the fire extinguishers were (she seemed very safety-conscious).
Rebecca finished in the shower, and came downstairs in a pink tank top and white panties. She found Marvin in the living room, looking at an app on Chuck’s phone. “Your turn in the bathroom, Marvin,” she said.
“Is that what you’re planning to wear in bed, honey?” asked her father anxiously.
“Dad, are we really going to have this conversation again?” Rebecca inquired. “I trust Marvin, okay?”
“Oh I didn’t mean to imply that I don’t,” said Chuck hastily. “It’s just ... well ... teenage hormones being what they are...”
“That’s just another way of saying you don’t trust him!” said Rebecca. “Dad, Marvin just lost both his parents, if you think about it. And while we can keep him busy and thinking about other stuff during the day, when he’s lying in bed at night he’s going to feel very sad and lonely – and I want to be right there for him when he does, so that I can hold him and cuddle him and tell him it’s going to be all right. Is that okay with you?”
Chuck sighed. “When you put it like that, honey, I guess ... well, it’s a very nice thing for you to do. Have a good night, both of you.”
“Thanks Dad,” said Rebecca.
“Thank you Uncle Chuck,” said Marvin. “For everything. You have a good night too.”
Marvin and Rebecca went upstairs, and Marvin said, “I’ll just have a shower too, if that’s okay.”
“Sure,” said Rebecca, smiling and patting his arm. “When you’re done, just come to my room and climb into bed with me.”
Marvin managed to sustain an erection for his entire shower.
Afterwards, he brushed his teeth, changed into the clean pyjamas he had fetched from the study beforehand, and, with his heart racing, he walked to Rebecca’s room, and knocked on the door.
“You don’t need to knock, Marvin,” she said. “Come on in.”
Marvin entered. Rebecca was already in bed, the sheet and blanket pulled up high enough to cover her breasts, but revealing her bare shoulders; she had apparently ditched her tank top. She smiled at the bulge in his pyjama bottoms.
“Can I see it?” she asked.
Marvin placed his hands over his crotch, feeling uncomfortable. “I’m ... uh ... I guess I owe you,” he said. “You really want to? It’s not very ... impressive...”
“Show me,” she said.
Pursing his lips, Marvin hooked his thumbs into the sides of his pyjama bottoms, and pushed them down to mid-thigh. His erection – all five inches of it – stood out proudly, pointing slightly upward.
“It’s very nice,” said Rebecca, smiling. “Now get your pyjamas off, and climb in.”
“Naked?” asked Marvin in surprise.
“Why not?” said Rebecca. “I am.”
Marvin quickly lowered his pyjama bottoms to the floor, stepped out of them, and then pulled his top up and over his head, revealing his rotund, flabby belly. Dropping his top on the floor, he pulled back the covers, and climbed into bed. “I feel like I must be the luckiest kid in the world!” he said.
Rebecca giggled. “After all that’s happened to you?”
His face fell. “I didn’t mean ... oh gosh, is it horrible of me to enjoy this, on the day of Mom’s funeral?”
“No, Marvin, not at all,” Rebecca assured him. “I intend for you to enjoy it. Would you like to uncover me?”
Marvin was dying to see her naked again, but had not dared to ask. He nodded eagerly.
“Go on, then,” said Rebecca, lying back and putting her hands behind her head.
With a trembling hand, Marvin grasped the top edge of the sheet and blanket that covered them both. Then he slowly drew it back, pulling it downward, exposing Rebecca’s perfect breasts, and then her wonderfully flat belly, and then ... oh joy ... the hairless cleft mound of her pussy. Then her thighs – her gorgeous, lithe, lightly-toned thighs – and the rest of her legs, down to her feet. “You’re ... so beautiful...” he breathed.
Rebecca smiled warmly. “Thank you Marvin,” she said. “Would you like to see ... more? You can pull my legs apart if you’re ... you know ... curious.”
“Seriously?” he said, his eyes wide. “Um ... okay!”
He got up on to his knees, then he took hold of Rebecca’s left knee, and pulled it out sideways, bending it and then pushing it back, while he did the same thing with her right knee. Shuffling forward until he was directly in front of her, he stared in awe at the slit of her vaginal opening, and the puckered ring of her anus. “Wow,” he said. He bent his head down, to look more closely ... and then, on a sudden impulse, he stuck out his tongue, and licked from her vagina up to her clitoris. She tasted ... nice. Not quite what he had expected.
She giggled. “Naughty boy, Marvin,” she said.
“Sorry,” he replied, but he could tell she had not minded it.
“It’s okay,” she said. “You can lick my pussy if you like.”
Marvin licked again, and again, and again. He ran his tongue up between her labia, swirled it around her clitoris, and then slid it back down, probing her vaginal entrance. He knew that at any moment she might say “Okay, that’s enough – let’s go to sleep now”, so he was in absolutely no hurry – he wanted this to go on as long as possible. And her heavy breathing, and the undulating of her hips, told him that he was doing something right ... that she was enjoying how this felt. And so he continued.
But eventually she did stop it. “Okay,” she said, gently lifting his face away from her pussy.
He knelt up, grinning. “Did that feel nice?” he asked.
“Very!” she said. “But I want to show you something else that feels nice, that I like to do.” She reached over to her bedside table, and grabbed a little jar. She handed it to Marvin. “Get some of that on your fingers, and rub it all over my pussy.”
“Vaseline?” said Marvin. “Okay!” He quickly unscrewed the lid, and scooped out a little glob of the translucent yellowish sticky stuff inside.
“You can use more than that,” said Rebecca. “I like to use plenty – really get messy with it.”
Marvin went back for more. When she nodded with approval, he pressed the glob against her pussy, and started smearing it around.
“Mmmm...” said Rebecca, closing her eyes and arching her back. “That feels so good... Keep going...”
Marvin was only too happy to keep going. He was in seventh heaven. His beautiful cousin was letting him feel her pussy; he would not in a million years have dreamed that something this good could ever happen to him. Even this morning, just twelve hours ago, he would not have imagined that a beautiful girl would be softly moaning with apparent pleasure while he tenderly stroked her Vaseline-coated labia and clitoris.
“Ohhh, that feels so good!” Rebecca gasped. She opened her eyes. “You should try it, Marvin. Try rubbing some on your cock.”
“Um, okay,” said Marvin. He was less keen on this idea than on continuing to rub her pussy, but he was quite happy to do anything she asked of him. He fetched some more of the Vaseline, and began to rub it up and down his cock, gripping his shaft in his hand and slowly pumping it, while Rebecca watched with interest.
But then, abruptly, she held out her arms. “Come and give me a kiss,” she said.
Marvin let go of his cock, and supported himself on his elbows and knees as he lowered himself down on top of her, his face approaching hers. He pressed his lips to hers, and tentatively put into practice some of the techniques he had picked up from her this afternoon. He felt almost deliriously happy as his tongue slid over hers, and her lips gently closed around his.
Then she stopped. “You can lie on me, you know,” she said. “I won’t break.”
“But I’m so heavy!” he said, feeling self-conscious again. “I’m two hundred forty-eight pounds!”
She smiled. “Exactly twice my weight!” she said happily. “Don’t worry, though – I can take it.”
“Okay,” he said dubiously. “Let me know if it gets to be too much though.”
“I will,” she promised.
He settled down on top of her, and his cock pressed against her pussy, making her gasp. “Sorry!” he said, lifting his loins away from hers.
“No – it’s fine,” she said. “I don’t mind you rubbing your cock on my pussy while we kiss.”
Marvin was more than happy to do so, and as they resumed their tongue-kissing, he gently rubbed the tip of his cock up and down between her labia. In response, she wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him even closer. Marvin began thrusting his cock against her more vigorously, until suddenly it slipped a little further down than before, and its bulbous head became lodged in the opening of her vagina. Startled, he broke off from the kiss and pulled his face away from hers, trying to gauge her reaction.
She was staring up at him, wide-eyed. She did not look annoyed, or alarmed ... so he gently eased forward, so that his Vaseline-lubed cock began to slowly sink inside her. Still she just stared up into his eyes, breathing heavily. With more confidence, he pushed harder, sinking himself into her as far as he could go. The stimulation this gave to his penis was so intense that, with a shudder, he abruptly climaxed, spurting his semen all over her cervix.
“Oh god – I’m sorry!” he groaned. “I came inside you – and I’m not even wearing a condom!”
“That’s okay,” she said soothingly, patting his back. “Do you want to stay inside me for a bit, and just cuddle?”
“You’re ... okay with this?” asked Marvin anxiously. “You’re not upset?”
“No, of course not,” said Rebecca gently. “Today is for you, Marvin. All I’ve wanted, since I heard your dad talking to you in that horrible way, was to make you happy.”
“You have,” said Marvin fervently. “I’m happier right now than I’ve ever been ... than I ever imagined I could be. And ... I’m so grateful, Rebecca. I know this is just for today ... I know that after tonight, I won’t get to do all this again ... but it’s okay, because this experience – what you’ve given me today – will last me a lifetime. I can’t ever fully repay you for it ... but please know that whatever you need from me, I’ll give you. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it.”
“Silly boy,” said Rebecca affectionately. “Whatever makes you think you won’t get to do this again? Wouldn’t you like me to be your girlfriend?”
Hope soared inside Marvin. “For real?” he asked incredulously.
“Let me tell you a little secret,” said Rebecca. “When I was little, I used to love the movie Beauty and the Beast. I still do, actually. But for years it was my absolute favourite movie. The only thing I didn’t like about it was the ending. I was disappointed that the Beast turned into a handsome prince. I wanted Beauty to marry the Beast ... as he was. My friends all thought I was crazy to think this way, and so I started keeping that kind of thought to myself. But it never went away. The fact is, Marvin ... I don’t want a handsome guy. I want a Beast. And at the risk of offending you ... which I really don’t want to do, but I feel I should be honest with you ... you’re not handsome. You’re fat, and ugly, and smelly ... although you don’t smell too bad right now, in fairness. And I love those things about you. I ... I see that I’ve hurt your feelings, and I’m sorry for that ... but I would like you – if you can – to try to embrace your ugliness, and be my Beast. Do you think you can do that, Marvin?”
“Of course,” said Marvin, torn between joy and sadness. “How could I refuse an offer like that? I ... I guess I’m just a little sad that it’s my ... ugliness ... that appeals to you.”
“Oh but Marvin, it’s so much more than that!” said Rebecca earnestly. “Do you think I could be your girlfriend if you were ugly on the inside, too? Absolutely not! But I’ve seen that you’re a sweet person – mistreated and misunderstood, but still kind and thoughtful, not to mention smart and talented ... and I couldn’t be with you if you weren’t those things.” She kissed him. “If you think it would be too painful to be with someone who thinks you’re ugly – even someone who loves that you’re ugly – then of course I’ll understand ... and I’ll try my hardest to find for you a girlfriend who thinks you’re handsome.”
“You’re kidding, right?” said Marvin with a wry smile. “Rebecca, I know I’m ugly ... though I don’t like that word and I’d rather you didn’t use it ... and if that actually appeals to you, then I guess I should count myself lucky that I turned out this way. Because I don’t want any girl but you, Rebecca. I’m totally in love with you. And as happy as you’ve made me today ... I want to spend my life making you this happy. So if you want me, then I’m yours – of course I’m yours. Utterly, one hundred percent yours.”
“Good!” said Rebecca happily. “Ohh ... is your cock getting hard again already?”
“It’s very happy too,” said Marvin, a little sheepishly.
“I didn’t know it could do that so fast,” said Rebecca. “I guess I have a few things to learn about penises!”
“Really?” said Marvin. “I would have guessed you’ve had lots of experience with them.”
“Are you calling me a slut?” Rebecca inquired.
“No!” said Marvin hastily. “It’s just ... you’re so pretty ... I kind of assumed you’ve had boyfriends before ... and sex...”
“I’ve had two boyfriends,” said Rebecca, “but I didn’t have sex with either of them. My last boyfriend, Josh, kept pressuring me to suck his cock, but I never did even that. So you’ve taken my virginity, Marvin – and I’m so glad, now, that I waited.”
“Oh wow...” said Marvin, in an awed tone. “I’m so ... honoured!”
“When do you think you’ll be ready to ... you know...” said Rebecca.
“Fuck you properly?” asked Marvin, grinning bashfully. “I don’t know ... I seem to be pretty hard, but ... maybe give me five minutes?”
“Okay,” said Rebecca, smiling happily.
Marvin kissed her lips. “This is so surreal,” he said. “Yesterday, I would have guessed I wouldn’t lose my virginity – or get a girlfriend – until my twenties, if ever. Now look at me: I’m inside a beautiful girl that actually wants me to be.”
Rebecca responded by nibbling gently on his ear.
Slowly, Marvin began thrusting his cock inside her. “Ohh yes,” whispered Rebecca, clutching his shoulders. “Fuck me, Marvin. Is it ... okay if I call you my Beast? Or would that put you off? I promise I won’t say the ‘U’ word anymore.”
“You can call me your Beast,” Marvin muttered. “Will you ... maybe ... poop in your panties again for me, sometime...?”
“Oh, hell yes!” gasped Rebecca. “I’ll even let you pee and poop on me if you like.”
“Oh God!” said Marvin, thrusting harder. “That would be amazing...”
“Would you like to take a great big dump on my sweet hairless pussy, my Beast?” Rebecca whispered in his ear. “I’ll lie on my back and spread my legs so you can do it. I’ll even rub it all over my pussy afterwards – would you like that?”
“God ... yesssss...” Marvin groaned.
“Marvin,” gasped Rebecca. “Would you ... would you fuck me in the ass?”
“Okay!” said Marvin excitedly. It was a good thing he had climaxed so recently, or the mere suggestion of anal sex would have sent him over the edge. He pulled out of her, and got up on to his knees. “Turn over.”
Rebecca nimbly flipped over on to her stomach, and then she raised her bottom up, getting on to her elbows and knees, while spreading the latter wide apart. Marvin helped himself to some more Vaseline from the jar, and liberally smeared it around Rebecca’s anus. Then he pressed against her tight sphincter with the head of his erect cock. She gasped as her anus expanded, but she pushed back against the intrusion, and Marvin’s entire shaft sank into her rectum. Then he began thrusting, and Rebecca had to bury her face in her pillow in order to muffle her squeal of excitement.
Marvin felt more energised than he had in years, as he held her hips while pounding his pelvis repeatedly against Rebecca’s buttocks. The sensation of the smooth, slippery interior of her rectum against the flesh of his cock was different from how her vagina felt, but in its own way it was equally good. Yet his lack of physical fitness began to betray him, and he was soon sweating heavily, and puffing hard, and wearing himself out from all the unaccustomed exertion.
“I’m sorry,” he panted, his thrusting slowing to a halt. “I’m just not used to this much ... exercise!”
“Well don’t give yourself a heart attack,” said Rebecca in concern. “Why don’t you lie down for a bit; let me do the work.”
“Okay,” said Marvin, reluctantly bowing to the inevitable. “Lying down sounds good.” He flopped down beside her and rolled on to his back.
Rebecca smiled as she sat up. “Another first,” she said. “Welcome to your first blowjob. Mine too, for that matter.” She bent down, and without hesitation took his brown-streaked erection into her mouth. Instinctively she began sucking on it, while sliding her lips up and down his shaft, and caressing what was in her mouth with her tongue.
“Ohhh ... that’s nice!” gasped Marvin.
Soon she had sucked it completely clean, but she continued for several minutes, until her jaws began to grow tired. She lifted her face up. “Do you think you’ll be able to climax again anytime soon?” she asked.
Marvin nodded. “Soon,” he confirmed. “But I’d rather come in your vagina than your mouth.”
Rebecca smiled impishly. “Are you hoping to impregnate me, my Beast?”
Marvin blushed. “It’s ... kind of an exciting idea, for me.”
“For me too,” said Rebecca. She threw her right leg across him, straddling his hips. “Okay then.” She took hold of his rigid penis, and guided it into her vagina as she settled down on him. Then she began to slowly lift and lower herself, so that his cock slid in and out of her. “Make a baby inside me, my Beast!” she gasped.
Marvin did nothing but lie there, watching her perfect breasts bouncing up and down as she rode him. Was there any experience better than this? he wondered. He doubted it.
He let her continue for another couple of minutes. Then, having mostly got his breath back, he grabbed her by the waist and rolled over with her, until he was once again on top. Then, resting on his elbows with his head next to hers, he hammered his cock in and out of her vagina, thrusting as hard and fast as he could.
“Ohhh ... ohhhh!” moaned Rebecca, firmly gripping his shoulders with her hands, and wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. Then her whole body shuddered in a powerful orgasm that made her squeal loudly, before sinking her teeth into Marvin’s shoulder in an attempt to silence herself. But it was not easy to stay quiet, as Marvin’s vigorous thrusting continued unabated for another half-minute or so. Finally he groaned, climaxing for a second time inside her vagina, though with minimal issue this time.
“God, Marvin!” she gasped, stroking his hair as he practically collapsed on top of her. “That was incredible!”
“Oh my God, yes...” Marvin murmured, still panting hard. “It really was.”
“I’ve always heard the first time is supposed to be pretty awkward and painful, and, well, bad,” said Rebecca. “But that...”
“Technically it was our second time,” Marvin pointed out. “Although I can understand why you would want to forget the first time.”
Rebecca chuckled, and was about to reply, when the door burst open. Chuck rushed in, pyjama-clad, followed by Helen in her nightdress; both of them stared incredulously at the sight of their seventeen-year-old daughter’s naked body pinned beneath the much bulkier, but equally naked, body of the boy they had just welcomed into their household.
“What the ... get the hell off my daughter, you little bastard!” Chuck yelled.
In a panic, Marvin tried to get off Rebecca, but she clung tightly to him. “Dad, get the fuck out of here!” she practically screamed at her father. “Don’t you knock? What’s the matter with you? How dare you just barge in here! This is a very private moment between me and Marvin!”
Astonished, Chuck said, “You mean this is consensual?”
“Of course it is!” groaned Helen. “And I’ll bet Rebecca was the instigator ... weren’t you, Rebecca?”
“Oh my God!” exclaimed Chuck, horrified. “Is that true, Rebecca?”
“Get out, both of you!” Rebecca snapped. “You’re ruining a magical moment for me and Marvin! We’ll talk about this in the morning! Okay? In the morning! Not now! Please just leave us alone until then!”
“But we can’t just leave the two of you together...” Chuck objected desperately.
“This was a beautiful thing that you can’t even begin to understand,” said Rebecca fiercely. “But I’ll be happy to explain it to you ... in the morning! Believe me, everything that you’re worried will happen if you leave us alone together ... has already happened. So deal! We’ll ... talk ... tomorrow!”
“If you think I’m going back to bed with you two still in here, locked in a coital embrace...” began her father hotly – until he was interrupted by his wife.
“Honey, separating them now will do more harm than good,” said Helen, laying a hand on his arm. “We’ll talk all this through tomorrow. But Rebecca’s right – now really isn’t the time, when emotions are clearly running high for everyone.”
“But how can I sleep, knowing that they’re in here...” Chuck began, before throwing up his hands in exasperation. “They’re cousins, for Pete’s sake!”
“An issue we can bring up tomorrow morning,” Helen said soothingly. “For now, we don’t have to like it in order to acknowledge that what’s happened, has happened. And I for one don’t particularly want to stick around here any longer, looking at ... this.” She gestured at the bed. “Come on – let’s go.” She pulled at Chuck’s arm.
Chuck ground his teeth. “Fine!” he said with a scowl. Turning on his heel, he followed his wife out of the room.
“Oh no, what have I done?” Marvin groaned. “Your parents have been so nice to me – the last thing I want to do is make them mad!”
“Just leave it to me,” said Rebecca calmly. “We just won half the battle; the rest will be a piece of cake. Tomorrow morning we’ll tell them how we feel about each other, and we’ll make such a good case for ourselves that they’ll not only endorse our relationship; they’ll permit us to continue sleeping with each other.”
“And how are we going to do that?” Marvin inquired doubtfully. “You saw how mad your dad is.”
“Marvin,” said Rebecca seriously, “I can handle my parents. Don’t worry about it. I always get what I want. Always.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” Marvin admitted. “I guess I’m lucky, then, that what you want is me.”
Rebecca smiled. “We’re both lucky,” she said. “You’ve found love with a pretty girl, and I’ve found my Beast.”
“Do you ... do you think you might be able to love me, too?” asked Marvin hesitantly. “I mean, I know it’s a lot to ask, when you’ve given me so much already ... and I totally understand if this is just a physical thing for you ... and ... oh God ... am I spoiling it just by talking about it...?”
She silenced him with a kiss. “Marvin,” she said, looking into his eyes, “I can’t deny that for me, the love might take a little longer. I don’t fall so easily, and probably not so hard. But please understand: I am not toying with your feelings here. You’re not just a Beast for me to get my kicks with. My heart broke for you today when I heard your dad say those mean things. And more than anything, I wanted to make you happy. It’s lucky for me that by making you happy, I can also make myself happy. I have a lot of feelings for you, Marvin. I’ve become very, very fond of you in a short time, and that’s not nothing. And I badly want to fall in love with you ... and I feel like I probably will. But it’ll take time. Will you please be patient with me in the meantime?”
“Of course,” said Marvin, nodding. “Of course. I’ll earn it. I’ll earn your love ... whatever it takes.”
Rebecca snuggled up to him. “If you wake up in the middle of the night,” she said, “and want to touch me, or even fuck me ... go right ahead. I won’t mind a bit.”
“Thank you,” said Marvin, and he sighed happily. “Goodnight, Rebecca.”