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Kristie's Thanksgiving Day
Kristie Davenport saw her mother bearing down on her from across
the living room like a battleship weathering a rough sea.
Kristie took a deep breath to steady her nerves. A lame mother
was hard enough to bear, a lame mother who has already had to buy
her daughter one full set of new bras is harder still to bear...
and if my chest doesn't stop growing real soon, mother's going to
have to get a third set in two months. And if the lamers at
school notice, they are going to start making cow jokes and never
stop.
"Kristie," her mother demanded.
Oh lame, Mother. There is no one else in the house! Get real!
I mean, we both know who I am, or are you starting to wish you
could forget?
"Yes," Kristie replied, all treacle and smiles. Leaving off the
fatal 'Mother, dear' she so very much wanted to add to the end of
the sentence.
"I was just talking with my brother, Carl, about Thanksgiving
weekend. He, Jackie and Glennis are going to drive over next
week from LA, getting in Wednesday evening, they'll go back
Sunday afternoon." Kristie's mother smiled. "You will treat
Glennis better than you did last year when we went to visit them,
won't you?"
Cousin Glennis, the four-eyed, chubby seventh grade shrimpy mouse
who couldn't stop talking about how she thinks Justin Timberlake
is so sexy! You mean that lame cousin? The one who couldn't
help mentioning over and over about how wonderful it was to have
a swimming pool, the one I put down and shut up completely by
asking if we could use it, even though it was Thanksgiving? That
cousin Glennis?
"Cousin Glennis," Kristie said carefully, "can't take a joke."
Kristie was prouder of that joke than anything before her
Halloween costume. So cool! How was I supposed to know grape
Jell-O would change cousin Glennis' hair to a very putrid blue?
I thought it looked really punk, anyway. Like it was my fault
she stole it from my overnight bag? Kristie couldn't help
smiling at the two days she'd used to set up the joke, telling
Glennis how great and wonderful her new shampoo was, all the good
things it did.
"You will behave this time! You will be nice to your cousin!
You'd better be!" Kristie's mother paused. "You can either let
Glennis sleep with you or you can sleep on the couch in the
den."
That question brought Kristie blasting back to reality. She
opened her mouth to speak; decided real quick that her mother
wasn't going to want to hear about how hard it would be for
Kristie to go for four nights without masturbating. Kristie
briefly considered asking why Glennis couldn't sleep on the
couch; knew the answer from years gone by: Guests didn't sleep
on the couch if you could.
"I'll share," Kristie surrendered, knowing she sounded sullen.
But what are you supposed to be when you have to sleep with a
lame cousin?
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Monday morning for Kristie, was school as usual. And as usual,
the day went right into the toilet as soon as she saw Ann Marie
Kruger and the other two members of the Triple A group, Angela
and Andrea.
Ann Marie looked Kristie up and down and turned and said
something to Andrea. Whatever it was, Andrea laughed, and
whispered to Angela, then all three were staring at Kristie with
stupid grins on their faces.
Kristie just ignored them, went to her locker, and got out her
books. I could complain, she thought, about the lousy lame
teachers, the stupid boring classes but then what? Right now, I
get straight A's and the only person who's in real contention
with me to have the best GPA in school is Ann Marie. If I got in
harder classes, I might actually have to open a book more than
once or twice a week.
Ann Marie appeared, gave Kristie and appraising look. "You
shooting for a career as a bag lady?"
Kristie paid Ann Marie no attention at all. It's bad enough not
to have tits, but then to overnight go from just barely B to a
solid C? That had bit! Maybe you like guys with their tongues
hanging out, drooling, as they look at you. Me? It creeps me
right out!
Reminds me of my little brother, he drools too.
"Your blouse looks like a gunny sack from some hick farm," Ann
Marie went on.
Kristie simply closed her locker door, turned and looked Ann
Marie up and down without expression. Kristie's eyes locked on a
pair of white bobby sox, visible because Ann Marie's jeans were
not only sprayed on, but too short.
Kristie met Ann Marie's eyes. Kristie raised an eyebrow, gave a
barely audible snort and brushed past Ann Marie.
Ann Marie stood frozen, her face flushed red.
Kristie shook her head as she sat down in Home Room. I guess
that's about as good as it gets; at least I shut the stupid bitch
up. Can't complain about that. Pissed her off though, and she's
going to try to get back at me. At least I have band and not PE;
I'd never be able to hide in PE.
Kristie checked her baggie blouse. Other girls with big tits are
all excited about having them. They get off when guys turn to
watch them walk past. I just get creeped out. What a bunch of
lamers! I mean what do big tits tell you about someone? They
got big tits! That's it! Zero, zip, nada! Nothing else! If no
guy ever looked at me even once, I'd be as happy as I could be!
Tuesday was actually worse than Monday; first off Kristie's
mother decided to notice that Kristie's blouses were a little on
the baggy side. "You shouldn't wear something that big. You
look ridiculous!" her mother had told her at breakfast. "Don't
you have any pride in your personal appearance?"
That had been really hard to take. Then at school, Ann Marie,
with her two little sicko fans had appeared at Kristie's locker.
"Gosh, another bag!" Ann Marie had said. "You should have a
lack-of-fashion sense show." Later, Kristie had spent over two
hours trying to think of some come back, but nothing came to
mind.
Then her mother just had to have help grocery shopping for the
weekend, and Kristie was reduced to basket pushing at the
supermarket; that and listening to her mother moan and groan
about how much everything cost. Like, who cares if salad
dressing from Albertson's is 8.3 cents an ounce, versus 10.3
cents in a Kraft jar? And maybe it was a little weird that in a
big round Kraft bottle it was 9.2 cents and in the same size
bottle, but square, it was 12.1 cents? So, like it's news that
salad dressing is lame?
Wednesday, Kristie was tempted to be sick, except she was sure
if she did she'd have a list of cleaning chores to do longer than
her arm. As it was, she'd have to spend the afternoon after she
got home cleaning and polishing. When I have a house, Kristie
thought, I'm going to get old furniture. I'm going to cover
everything up with magazines and books, so you can't tell if it's
dusty or not, polished or not. I'm going to eat off plastic
plates that you can put in the dishwasher, and not treat like
museum treasures to be individually washed and dried both before
and after use.
Kristie had to run to her room when her relatives arrived to
change out of grubby jeans and a t-shirt into something nicer;
the good thing about that was she missed helping carry suitcases.
It's so unfair! When I go visit them, I carry my suitcase!
Then when they come here, I'm supposed to be a valet! Just
unfair!
The biggest surprise was cousin Glennis. Kristie had to look
twice, because she thought they'd left Glennis behind and brought
along someone else. Instead of being short, four-eyed and pudgy,
Glennis was now an inch taller than Kristie, thin and was wearing
contacts.
Other things had changed too. Glennis was quiet, sitting
silently at one side of the dinner table, eating and not talking
at all.
Finally, everyone had enough talking, and Kristie could decently
excuse herself to go to bed. Glennis following along silently
behind her. "There's towels in the bathroom and stuff," Kristie
told Glennis once Kristie's door was closed behind them. "If you
want a shower now, that is. I like to get mine in the evening,
but today I already did."
Glennis just nodded, then pointed to Kristie's bed. "Which side
do you sleep on?"
Kristie shrugged; actually, she was pretty much all over the
bed, particularly if she was masturbating. "Right side, I guess,
by the door," Kristie told her.
"I'm just going to go to sleep," Glennis spoke, her voice level
and emotionless. "It won't bother me if you stay up and read or
something. I know this is your room and I'm a guest; please
don't let me impose on you."
"It's not a problem, Glennis," Kristie told her cousin. "I'm
tired too."
"A lot of cleaning and shopping, I bet," Glennis said. For the
first time there was a bit of emotion in her voice.
"Yeah," Kristie agreed with feeling.
"I wanted to stay home," her cousin sounded dispirited, "but
they wouldn't let me."
Kristie nodded, then said with feeling, "Couple years from now,
I'm off to college. God, I hope I never have to come back!"
Kristie stripped out of her clothes, all the way bare, put on a
long t-shirt she wore in the winter time to stay warm. Her
cousin went down to panties, and a knee-length flannel nightie.
Kristie got the light, and silence descended on the room.
"Thanks, Kristie, for letting me share," Glennis whispered, just
seconds before Kristie would have been asleep.
"No problem, Glennis. Sleep tight." Let me get some, anyway;
although I have to say you're a whole lot nicer now than you were
last year!
"Night," Glennis' voice sounded sleepy too.
For a while Kristie contemplated trying to stay awake long
enough for Glennis to get solidly asleep, then maybe play just a
little, enough to take the edge off the urges that left a hollow
in Kristie's stomach, and little jolts of energy lower down.
Finally, she decided that she was always restless sleeping in a
strange bed; likely Glennis would be too. Better to wait until
tomorrow, no matter how much she wanted relief now.
Kristie wasn't sure how much later it was when she woke up. At
first, she wasn't sure why she'd woken up then; she'd gotten the
impression someone was shaking her. After a second, she heard a
soft sound coming from Glennis, felt small movements of the bed.
She couldn't help it; Kristie almost laughed aloud. Sweet
Glennis, the apple of her parent's eye, was lying in bed next to
Kristie rubbing herself! The thought someone had urges even
stronger than hers was a real hoot, Kristie thought. It had to
be that; cause it would take a great deal for me to masturbate
with someone a few inches away. Like maybe how horny I'll be
tomorrow...
Glennis let out a soft moan, and the bed stopped moving, as
Glennis came.
I'm flat out jealous of you girl, Kristie thought. I was a
little horny when I fell asleep, now I'm seriously majorly
horny!
Kristie was totally unprepared when she felt the bed start to
shake even more than before. Glennis' movements were more rapid
and frantic than ever. Another smile appeared on Kristie's face,
even as her own internal temperature rose. You really do have it
bad, don't you cousin?
Glennis was a little noisier this time, too, when she came.
Kristie was tied up in little knots, herself. I think, Kristie
thought carefully, what I will do is roll over on my tummy, put
my hand between me and the mattress and squeeze down. If I don't
do something, I'm liable to explode here.
She rolled over after Glennis had been quiet for a minute.
Glennis' voice was soft, a slight tremble to her words. "I woke
you."
Kristie debated pretending to be asleep; decided it would be not
only lame, but wouldn't help. "Yeah, don't worry about it. I
understand."
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean too, it's just I miss... I
mean..." her voice fell away.
"You don't have to apologize. I hope you're done though, or in
a second you're gonna be listening to me."
Glennis apologized again. "I'm sorry about being here. Really.
I didn't want to come."
Kristie giggled. "Sure sounded like you wanted to cum to me!"
"I did." Glennis said, "I..."
"Don't apologize again, Glennis." Kristie said, wanting to stop
her cousin's lame excuses.
"I was going to ask if you do it."
"Like I said," Kristie replied, "yeah. Everyone does it, near
as I can tell."
There was another moment of silence, Kristie thought she was
finally about to be able to get back to sleep.
"Anybody ever do it for you?" Kristie's cousin sounded all
conspiratorial.
Kristie decided that mentioning Halloween wouldn't be a good
idea. "No."
"My friend Carol and I, when we sleep over..." Again Glennis'
voice faded out.
Kristie rolled over, facing her cousin, nearly invisible in the
darkness of Kristie's room. This sounds kind of interesting,
Kristie thought. "Tell me about it?" Kristie asked, really
curious. Not to mention her insides were turning to jelly at the
thought.
"We make each other come. Would you like me to do it to you,
Kristie?"
Kristie's first thought was that Glennis had it really, really
bad. Her second thought was that yeah, I've kinda been curious
about what that would be like for a while now. The last thought
Kristie had was wondering just what else Glennis might want to
do...
"Sure," Kristie murmured, "sounds cool."
In fact, Glennis' finger had felt more than cool rubbing
Kristie's clit and later inside her. And rubbing Glennis in
return had been a big turn on, listening to her get all hot and
bothered; knowing it was Kristie who'd done it to her cousin...
that was hot, really hot. Then there was breast rubbing, which
was fun; tittie sucking was even more fun.
And it was dear sweet lovable cousin Glennie who showed me how
much nicer a tongue was on my clit than a finger. Then she sat
on my face and I showed her a thing or two.
Kristie smiled to herself on Sunday as she stood, waving goodbye
to her cousin, her aunt and uncle. Cousin Glennie and I got
along really well; we've learned to play together. Four nights of
fun! Gosh, I'm going to be so glad to get some sleep tonight,
because I'm nearly exhausted!
Next to Kristie, her mother turned to her. "At least you weren't
a total embarrassment this year, Kristie."
Kristie smiled secretly to herself. Nope, this year it wasn't
Cousin Glennie's face I'd turned red. And what I turned blue
this year left her squirming and begging for more.
-The End-
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