Joyce
a Story by Varangian
Summer, 2006
Joyce had awakened just before Graham entered the room. The sheet tangled around her body, leaving one leg and arm exposed.
“Time to get up,” Graham said, softly.
She smiled a wordless greeting at the young man, her second cousin, and patted the mattress, inviting him to sit beside her.
She was a bold sixteen year old who knew precisely what she wanted — namely Graham. She was still a virgin. In fact she had never kissed a guy before, because she had dated on only two occasions. The boys she knew seemed so callow.
Joyce loved this man, who was ten years her senior. Ever since her twelfth birthday, when he had pecked her cheek to compensate for the lack of any other present, she had fixated on him, despite his frequent and sometimes long absences.
He hesitated to sit on the edge of the bed beside the pretty brunette, who was now fully and marvelously grown, at least physically. He did not trust himself with her, his cousin’s daughter, who was so obviously infatuated in him.
“Your limbs are powerfully attractive,” he said pointedly, standing beside the bed.
She grinned and pulled the sheet fully over her.
“Now sit,” she said with just head exposed to his view. Her covered breasts bulged under the sheet.
He did so, safely half a foot from her body. Since his return from a six month assignment in Peru, she had made life difficult for him by revealing her availability so unmistakably, so persistently, although with a flair sophisticated beyond her years. She was like a spider waiting patiently in the center of her web.
“We’ll be leaving in an hour or so,” he said.
“Has Mom decided to join us?”
“She has some business to attend to. She’ll be up at the cottage before dark.”
“Then you won’t miss her for long.”
Joyce once again made the point that he and his elder cousin were lovers. The girl was jealous of her mom and did not disguise it.
“I’ll wait for you downstairs,” he said, rising to his feet. “Your mother is fixing breakfast.”
Joyce gazed at his departing figure — a tall, fit man, ruggedly handsome. She remained in bed long enough to masturbate.
* * *
“Is she up?” Shirley asked, turning from the stove to peck his cheek.
“Yes, she’ll be down soon.”
Shirley, at 32, was six years his senior. Her daughter, Joyce, had been a high school surprise whom she had insisted on keeping. A generous trust fund from grandparents made that possible.
“How do you want your eggs this morning?” she asked.
“Scrambled.”
Shirley and he had been lovers since he was 14 and she 20. Joyce was then just four. The young woman, a college junior at the time, had experienced no trouble seducing him, a randy teen with an impressive penis that kept her interest. They had gone with other partners over the years but always came back to each other. She had even been married briefly.
“Since you returned from Peru, Graham, Joyce has been talking to me about you incessantly,” Shirley remarked at the stove, facing away from him. “Is there a problem?”
“There could be,” he said. “Perhaps she and I shouldn’t go up to the cottage alone. It might be better if we wait until you join us.”
“It’s that bad?”
“She’s a sweet girl, Shirley, but obvious in what she wants. I don’t know if I have sufficient discipline to fend her off. It’s much easier when you’re about.”
“That bad?”
“Yeah. She’s powerfully attractive. And you know about guys.”
“Indeed I do!”
“Then you know what I mean. We’ll wait until you finish your business, after which we’ll drive up together.”
“You were impulsive as a teen, Graham, and you haven’t changed much since then. Is Joyce still a virgin?”
“I haven’t touched her, Shirley. She’s just a kid.”
“Just a kid?” the woman asked, turning to him. “And when she no longer is? What then?”
He studied her and shook his head. “You’re both jealous of each other. I’m caught in the middle.”
“You’re avoiding the matter, Graham. We can’t marry, perhaps, but you and Joyce could.”
“What are you saying! She’s only a child!”
“No longer a child, Graham. She’s fully developed and could spew babies effortlessly.”
Graham took a deep breath and tried to respond in a measured tone.
“She’s attractive, of course.”
“She’s beautiful, Graham! She has a body that most women would die for!”
“What are you saying, Shirley? That I should acknowledge her obvious beauty yet keep hands off of her? In that case maybe I’d better get my own place.”
“Here’s your breakfast,” the woman said, placing a plate on the table in front of him. “I don’t want you to move away, Graham, whatever that’ll take.”
Whatever that’ll take? Graham pondered the statement. Their entire, brief conversation regarding Joyce had been so bizarre.
He asked, “Should Joyce and I go up to the cottage as we first planned?”
“Yes, Graham. I’ll join you later this evening.”
* * *
Graham and Joyce drove north up I75. She was clad in shorts and a halter that displayed her appealing flesh to the maximum. Pale thighs splayed against the seat, and her breasts, ample but not grossly large, filled the upper garment.
Graham was resolved not to touch the girl, although they would be alone for hours in a private environment out of sight of anyone else. He could not deny the girl’s sexual attraction and especially her clear readiness to surrender to him.
He recognized that he loved both of them: his cousin Shirley, as he had since age fourteen, along with Joyce, a delightfully coltish girl, pretty, well developed and eager for sex. He desired the girl enormously but feared outraging Shirley by surrendering to his urges.
“What are you thinking about, Graham?” the girl asked. “You don’t look happy.”
“I’m thinking that you should have worn Levi’s and a long sleeve shirt.”
Joyce giggled. “Are you already missing Mom?”
“I’m surprised that a boy hasn’t gotten to you yet, Joyce. You’re tremendously attractive and seem playful enough.”
“Not with the jerks at school, Graham. They grope you and rush ahead like savages.”
“You’ve been groped?”
“Of course! I’m in high school! But I wouldn’t go with any of them.”
“Why not?”
“I think I just told you. They’re jerks who think with their … you know.”
“I’m in love with your mother, Joyce. Do you know what that means?”
“Yeah. Incest.”
“We’re just cousins.”
“It’s still incest, but not like doing it with your sister.”
“What I mean to say, Joyce, is that I’m loyal to your mother.”
“Good for you! And her. You’re a prince of a guy, Graham.”
“Thank you for that thought, Joyce. I hope you understand its implications.”
“I’ve been working with it, Graham.”
* * *
After they dusted out the A-frame, Joyce retreated to the loft and returned wearing a mini-bikini that covered just her nipples and the essentials of her lower parts. Graham could observe bare tit flesh, rounding out. She must have shaved her pussy, he concluded, because no hair was evident around the exposed parts of her groin. Her sleek, soft thighs and flat tummy aroused him.
She grinned at him impishly then darted out of the cabin to the nearby sandy shore. After a test of the water with a foot, she plunged into the small lake. Graham quickly changed into swim trunks and waded to her.
“Marco Polo!” she squealed.
“I don’t know that game,” he confessed.
“Then we’ll play another,” she shouted before diving again beneath the surface.
They sported in the water for half an hour, splashing each other, diving, swimming and just standing waist deep to admire the surrounding forest. During one of those less active moments Joyce took hold of Graham’s hand.
“Please,” he said, trying to free himself, but she wouldn’t let go.
“Can’t we touch?” she complained. “I was hoping to kiss. I’ve never done it even with another girl.”
“No,” he said, “and the reason is that if we started I wouldn’t be able to stop.”
“Well I would! I’m just curious, Graham. I’m not yet ready for … you know.”
“For orgasms? That’s what it’s all about, Joyce, with or without penetration.”
“So orgasms are bad?”
“Of course not, but I would still be cheating on Shirley. The distance between kissing and coming off is very short, especially for us.”
“Why especially for us?”
“I’m sure you know the reason, Joyce. You’re a very intelligent girl.”
“It’s because we love each other, isn’t it?”
“Yes, that most of all. But you’re also very sexy and I’m no less a guy than your jerks at school.”
“You’re way beyond a jerk, Graham. You’re my ideal man.”
She gripped him with encircling arms. He didn’t know where to place his hands. When she rested her head on his shoulder, those hands found her soft upper arms.
“Please, Joyce!” he protested, but he did not push the lovely girl off.
“We won’t go all the way, Graham. I’m not ready for that. Not yet.”
“I would still be cheating!”
“On Mom? She’s told me you aren’t going to get married.”
“Even so, we’re in a relationship.”
“Please, Graham! Teach me. Be a loving professor.”
“I’m a civil engineer.”
“Then let’s build something. Please.”
“Joyce, I think we should leave and go back to the city.”
The girl, weeping, released him and turned away. She waded to shore as fast as possible then ran from the beach to the cottage.
* * *
“I can’t get away until tomorrow, Graham,” Shirley told him on the phone.
Joyce was up in the loft sulking. He had called Shirley to confess his difficulty with the girl.
“Then maybe we should return,” he said. “The sexual tension up here is unbearable.”
“I’m sure it must be, Graham. Do ... what you have to. I’ll be up there about noon tomorrow. I have to go now.”
“Shirley!” he shouted, but she had already hung up.
He didn’t know what to make of the situation. Shirley was not a cruel woman, yet when he described the torture he experienced being alone with Joyce, she had asked him to prolong it. He could only conclude that for whatever reason the woman had given him permission to have sex with her daughter.
“I want to talk with Mom,” Joyce announced, coming down from the loft, her eyes red from crying.
“You’ll have to call her back. She’s hung up.”
Graham went to the sink as the girl dialed the phone.
“There’s no answer,” she said after he returned with a cool, damp towel.
He dabbed her face, especially around the eyes. His free hand fondling a soft upper arm. “You’ll have your wish about you and me.”
“Really?” She stepped back, suddenly nervous.
He smiled inwardly, realizing that he would actually have to seduce the girl, although it would not be difficult. He stepped close. “Your mother won’t be coming to the cottage today. She’s been held up.”
“We’ll spend the night together?”
“Yes,” he said, palming both her cheeks. “Is it really true that you’ve never been kissed, Joyce?”
She nodded with teeth on lower lip. “You said kissing leads to other things.”
“Isn’t that what you’ve wanted since I returned from Peru? Wouldn’t you like me to kiss you and give you orgasms?”
Joyce gasped and began to tremble, when he took her into his arms.
“I don’t know, Graham. I don’t know,” she whispered but returned his kiss with inexperienced fervor.
“You don’t? Then why are you wearing this bikini that leaves you practically naked, if not to entice me?”
“I’m sorry, Graham.”
“There’s no need to apologize, darling. I know what you want, although you’re very nervous now that you can have it.”
During the next kiss he cupped her left breast, the softness of it filling his palm. She uttered a small noise.
Graham then led her to the day bed. She resisted slightly, yet without complaint allowed him to remove her bra, a garment that covered little more than the nipples.
“Your breasts are lovely,” he said, palming each
She attempted a smile, but instead appeared to be in a panic. After easing her onto the bed, he urged her to lie back. Then he sat beside her and removed the skimpy bikini bottom.
She had most likely shaved that morning, he thought, and left a bit of unsightly stubble. He would instruct her later to let her pubic hair grow back in. The jumble of flesh between her legs, including a prominent clitoral hood, was testimony to her physical maturity. Smiling down at the beautiful girl, he stroked the softness of her near thigh.
“You’re not bashful,” he observed. “Maybe it’s because you were almost naked before.”
“I’m very nervous, Graham.”
“About what comes next?”
“Yeah.”
“You can always say no, darling. I’ll stop at once.”
“I don’t want to say no, but I’m still nervous.”
“I’m going to give you orgasms. I’m going to lick on you here,” he said touching a finger to her crack.
She gasped loudly. Her eyes grew large and the mouth became a rictus.
“Why are you so surprised? Surely you’ve heard about oral sex.”
“I’ve never given it much thought. I mostly dreamed of you holding me and … then.”
“Yes, darling, you dream of us coupled together as we kiss. We’ll do that if you’ve changed your mind about going all the way, but at the moment I lack a condom.”
Joyce bit her lower lips and twisted her face.
“I’m taking birth control pills, Graham. Mom insisted on it after you returned from Peru.”
The man was startled. Shirley had seemed upset at the possibility that he might have sex with her daughter. Yet the accumulating evidence suggested otherwise.
“Did your mother say anything about you having sex with me?”
“I asked her about it. She didn’t say not to. She changed the subject.”
Well, Graham thought, that’s settled. He’d make love to Joyce without the least sense of guilt. He placed a palm on her soft tummy.
“Are you feeling more relaxed?” he asked.
“Yes. Thanks, Graham.” She smiled up at him. “When are we going to, ah, start?”
“We already have, darling. I’m touching your naked body and we’re talking about sex. Are you ready to see me?”
Joyce nodded eagerly with a broad grin on her face. She propped herself up on an elbow, after Graham rose from the bed. His swim trunks tented dramatically. He simply pushed them down to reveal a long fat penis with a large, bulbous head.
Joyce roared with laughter. “No way will that fit into me!”
He grinned. “What are you, darling: five-eight and 125?
“119!”
“You’re large enough.”
She became more sober. “Are we going to do it now?”
“Soon. There’s no hurry. I think we have all the time in the world.”
He recalled Shirley’s remark that Joyce, not she, could marry him. The girl would be of age in less than two years.
Joyce extended a hand and touched his knob with a finger. “Can I play with it Graham?”
“Of course, darling,” he said as he laid himself beside her.
Joyce had learned the mechanics of sex in a sex education class at school, but she had never seen a real penis, even a baby’s. Fascinated, she lay with her head on Graham’s stomach and flicked the member back and forth. She rubbed it against her cheek and even kissed the knob.
“Do that again,” Graham said.
“Kiss it?”
“Yes. That’s the beginning of oral sex.”
“And what’s the end of it?”
“Suck on it darling. I’d really enjoy it.”
She fit her lips over the knob and sucked without moving her head. After less than a minute, she turned her head to look at his face.
“Did you mind doing that, darling?” he asked.
She snuggled into his embrace. “No. I know girls who do that to their boy friends. They tell me that if you keep it up, a guy will shoot into your mouth.”
“Do you find that disgusting?”
“Nah, not with you, Graham.”
“Then we’ll do it sometime soon.”
“Okay.”
Graham was delighted, because he had not expected the girl to be so ready to suck his cock. He had thought it would require considerable convincing.
After a passionate kiss, Graham played with her pointy, firm breasts then sucked on each as she fondled his head.
“Are you relaxed, darling? Are you comfortable with what we’re doing and what we’ll soon get to?”
“I’m not nervous anymore, Graham. I’m excited! What’s next?”
“Something very basic. We should know everything about each other, because we may be together for a long time.”
“What about Mom?”
“I’m beginning to think that she wants us to become lovers. I don’t know why. She told me that I could marry you.”
“Marry you!”
“I understand that you’re too young for that, darling. But maybe you’ll want to, when you’re older.”
“I want to now, Graham!” She kissed the man passionately.
“We’ll see,” he said. “In time you might find another boy, someone younger.”
“You’re not so old! I don’t want another boy!”
“I’m old enough to know that I want you, Joyce, for a very, very long time.”
“So, it’s settled,” she announced, pecking his lips. “Now what about this basic stuff you mentioned?”
“Masturbation. I think we should become comfortable watching each other do it.”
Joyce giggled nervously. “That’s really private, Graham.”
“And being naked together is not? We shouldn’t have any secrets.”
“I know what you mean,” she said, grinning. “Who’s first?”
“You. After I masturbate, we’ll have to take a shower, because of the mess I’ll make.”
Joyce giggled again but extended a hand to her groin. Graham repositioned himself on the bed to observe, with his cheek pressed against her inner thigh. She did it with her index finger, surprising him by the rapid, hard action. She was not being at all gentle with herself. She seemed to falter after a couple of minutes.
“All the way, darling,” he said. “Give yourself an orgasm.”
Eventually she bucked and grunted. He kissed her moist labia and fit his lips around her protuberant clit hood for a moment before repositioning himself and taking her into his arms.
She asked, “Are we also going to watch each other use the toilet?”
“Probably. Now it’s my turn. I’m going to squirt on your belly.”
She watched, fascinated, as he whacked off, holding her in a one arm embrace. He came more quickly than she, and she was amazed at the quantity of his spew. It kept coming! His seed collected on her stomach then a rivulet ran down her left side.
“God!” she exclaimed. “You’re going to shoot all of that into my mouth?”
“Eventually, darling. You’ll learn to cope. Now let’s get cleaned up.”
* * *
Dusk approached as Graham licked on Joyce’s lovely thighs. He began a schedule of cunnilingus that Shirley had taught him when he was sixteen. He teased the girl to excitement before even touching her clit, finally sucking on the clit hood and causing her to explode with a sharp cry.
He was quickly atop her in the midst of her orgasm, shoving his knob into her vagina until the hymen gave way. He penetrated her fully with short back and forth movements.
“Are you all right?” he asked the girl beneath him, whose eyes were bleary.
“It hurts,” she said, “but not too much.”
He pressed his lips to hers as he savored the warm tightness on his cock, urging himself to come as soon as possible. Then he exploded into his darling girl.
The phone began to ring before he was entirely finished.
Having extracted his cock from Joyce, he noticed a spot of blood on the sheet beneath her. He rushed to the phone. It was Shirley.
“I won’t be coming up to the cottage, Graham. I just can’t get away.”
“Is there a problem?” he asked.
“We’ll discuss it when you return to the city next week. How’s Joyce?”
Graham decided to go for broke. “She’s no longer a virgin, Shirley,” he said.
After a pause at the other end of the line, the girl’s mother said, “I’m glad, Graham. I’m happy for both of you.” Then she hung up.
Joyce had already removed the sheet and was about to put it into the washer, when Graham returned to the bed.
“You’re leaking,” he remarked.
Semen oozed down her right thigh from her bloody gash.
“I don’t want to have the sheet ruined,” the girl said like a housewife.
“We could save it as a memento.”
“It’s too large for that, Graham. Why don’t you just take a picture of me?”
He did so with a digital camera, capturing the blood and ooze on her body. He shot several pictures in quick succession. It was child pornography, he thought. He would have to hide the images somewhere safe.
“Your mother was on the phone,” he said. “She won’t be coming up at all.”
“She’s been acting strange for a few months, Graham. I don’t know what’s bothering her. But she perked up for a while after she learned you were returning. I think she’s sneaking around with some guy she won’t bring home.”
Joyce turned to him again, after setting the washer in operation. “So, it’s done! I’m no longer a virgin.”
“Does that please you?”
“Only because — especially because you were the one who did it. What can we do now? I’m really sore.”
“We’ll wait until you heal, Joyce. Until then it’s oral sex.”
“Are you going to flood my mouth?”
“Not tonight, dearest. Let’s sleep first.”
* * *
They returned home eight days later to find a note from Shirley on the kitchen table. It informed them that she wouldn’t be back until late in the evening, and might stay away all night.
The girl nodded slowly. “This is what I mean, Graham. She’s obviously seeing a guy.”
“Whatever, it’s her business, Joyce. I’m not going to pry.”
“Don’t you care?”
“I have you.”
“Oh, you wonderful man!”
That night they slept in Joyce’s bed. The girl said, “I’m not sore any more. I want you to do what I’ve always dreamed about in this bed.”
He chuckled. “Always?”
“And always will.”
In the middle of the night Graham awoke to a touch on his shoulder. In the light from the hall he recognized his new lover’s mother. “Graham,” the woman whispered, “come to my room.”
He eased out of bed, leaving the sleeping, naked Joyce and followed Shirley.
“Are you getting on well with Joyce?” she asked.
“We’ve become lovers, Shirley, and for the long term.”
“Very good.”
He sniffed. “You’ve obviously set this up and I don’t know why.”
“Do you have any doubt about her, Graham? Does she annoy you or get on your nerves even a little?”
“Of course not! You’re the one who’s doing that. What’s this all about?”
“I want you to take care of her, Graham, until she’s twenty one. That means you won’t be able to go on any more long foreign assignments.”
“That’s easy to arrange. But what about you? Where will you be? Are you sick and expect to die?”
“Of course not. But do you agree? Will you look after her until she’s of legal age.”
“We’ll be married before then, Shirley.”
“That’s what I mean. I want you to marry her immediately.”
“What? We can’t do that. She’s too young.”
“Not with my permission.” She pointed to a set of papers lying atop her desk. “My lawyer has drawn it up. I’ve signed it and it’s been notarized. Will you marry her?”
He shook his head in disbelief. “Of course. We’ve already discussed it and she wants it too. But, Shirley, you still haven’t explained any of this!”
Her expression became solemn. “I’ve found a man, Graham, a very wonderful man, and I’m deliriously in love.”
“Are you!” He took a deep breath. “I’m happy for you, Shirley, but what’s the rush with Joyce?”
“His name is Jason. He’s beautiful, loves me passionately and he has a 50-foot sailboat. We’re going to spend the next five years sailing around the world. Joyce has no place in this plan, of course, and that was the problem. I couldn’t just abandon her. Jason knew my solution, and he patiently waited for the result.”
“So you suckered me into taking your place.” He chuckled with relief. “I guess I ought to be jealous, though in fact it’s turning out very well. But, Jesus, Shirley! Why didn’t you just ask me?”
“Ask you to fuck my own daughter? That’s a bit unseemly, don’t you think? Actually, Graham, I needed you to bond with her, even fall in love, as you evidently have. She’s your responsibility now. I’m leaving tonight.”
“My god! Where are you off to?”
Her whole face lit up. “The seven seas, where else?”
END
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