

The Lake House, Part One: by Mars Bonfire  (Mg, inc, pedo, cons)



It was one of those long, lazy midsummer days, the torpid heat enervating everyone.  Nobody at the lake house was

interested in water-skiing, fishing, swimming or anything to do with the outdoors.  We had all been at the lake for

nearly two weeks, and things were becoming a little lazy and familiar.  I was feeling a little bored and jaded, being

the ripe old age of twenty.  Of all the cousins at the lake house that summer, I was by far the oldest, most of them

being little kids.  I was closer in age to my aunts and uncles, since my mother was the oldest of eight siblings.

Of course, I had absolutely nothing in common with the adults, since most of my waking thoughts were about drugs,

alcohol, rock music and sex, not necessarily in that order.  Today, twenty year old men have access to internet porn,

pay-per-view cable porn, scantily clad performers in every venue, and are exposed to more sexual images in a day than

I was in my whole post-adolescence.  In 1970, we had soft-core skin mags at the 7-11, furtive back seat second-base

arrivals, and VERY active imaginations.  Still, I managed to find enough alone time, usually in the bathroom, to 

masturbate several times a day.  Since we had been at the lake, I had gone to one dance at the teen canteen, but almost

all the girls there were way too young.  But, as I was to find out, life is irony itself.



This particular day, my mother, aunts and uncles had taken the kids into town, to go to the mall, the skating rink,

or probably the bowling alley, where they at least had cold beer for my uncles, all of them alcoholics of epic

proportions.  I disdained their pedestrian family activities, since I was too hip for any of those things.  I assumed

that I was alone in the house, but I opened the top floor bathroom door, and my little cousin Norah was in there

washing her face. "Oops, sorry Norah," I said, and quickly closed the bathroom door.  Damn!  I wanted to go in there and

jack-off, that was where I kept my five-year old copy of Playboy, buried underneath last year's beach towels (convenient

for sperm deposits).  Well, I'm sure she'll be out soon, and then I can take care of business.



"Sorry, Keith, I didn't know you were here.  I thought that I was alone in the house", said Norah, a touch annoyed.

I then noticed a wet spot between her legs in the crotch of her khaki shorts, and realized that she was hoping to

spend the day masturbating as well.  I instantly became aroused, and looked at Norah, really looked, seeing her for

the first time.  She was about 4'4" tall, a little chubby, with pale, freckled skin, cool blue eyes and pouty

lips barely concealing her slightly protruding front teeth.  She had chubby little legs, and nicely shaped tiny

mouthfuls pushing out the front of her polo shirt.  Short, curly very blonde hair and a snub nose completed the very

appealing package.  As I said, the girls at the teen canteen had seemed to be too young, but my little cousin, younger

than all of them was very cute and sexy looking.  Suddenly, my summer had gotten a lot more interesting.
  


Norah was the oldest daughter of my mom's sister Janine.  When did she get to be so darn cute?, I wondered as I checked

her out.  Well, she was always cute, but now she was sexy too.  Maybe my priorities had changed.  I wondered what

it would be like to make out with her, feeling slightly ashamed, because of her youth and our common consanguinity.

On the other hand, maybe I could give it a try.  Anything to pass the time of day, and add fresh fodder to my 

masturbatory fantasies.



I followed Norah into her bedroom, which she shared with several of her cousins and sisters.  She was laying on the

bed, leafing through a magazine.  She looked up at me, surprised, because this was the first time all summer that I

had paid her any attention. "What's going on, babe?", I said, as I plopped down on the side of her bed.  "Nothing

much, Keith", she stammered, blushing.  "You know, you're looking really cute today, Norah", I said, lightly patting

her leg.  "Really?", she said, sitting up beside me.  "You really think I'm cute?", she asked.  "None of the boys

at school give me a second glance", she said dejectedly.  "Those boys don't know shit", I said, using the swear

word that I knew would be provocative to her.  "You're a living doll.  If I was your age, I'd want you to be my

girlfriend", I said, lightly stroking her thigh.  "I wish you were my boyfriend", she blurted, then began to blush

furiously, the reddening of her cheeks making her look even sexier.  "Well, maybe I could be.  Why don't you start by

giving me a kiss?", I suggested, knowing that no one would be home for at least two hours.
  


I put my hand on her waist as she wrapped her arms around my neck.  She smelled great, fresh, girly and summery, and

I leaned in and lightly touched my lips to hers.  "Wow," I said, "that was really good.  Do you know about french

kissing?", I said, still wrapped in her arms.  "Yes", she said, her face reddening again.  "I frenched a boy at summer

camp earlier this year", she confessed.  "Well, why don't you show me how you do it?", I said, my blood quickening

at the thought of her perfectly pink little tongue. She slightly cocked her head, opened her perfect little lips,

and pressed her open mouth to mine.  Wow!  I was blown away by her simple ardor and inexperience.  It was one of the

sexiest kisses of my life.  She whimpered in the back of her throat as I pressed her body to mine and swirled my tongue

around hers, her excess saliva leaking into my mouth.  I rubbed her back, feeling no bra strap, and brushed my moist

lips against her neck, chin and ears.  As we broke our first serious kiss, the first of many, I hoped, she sighed and

laid her head on my chest.



"You're a really good kisser, Norah", I said as I stroked the inside of her thighs, the skin there so wonderfully

velvety and soft.  "No, I'm not", she said.  "No, seriously, you're really turning me on.  How old are you anyway?

You're about twelve, right?", I guessed.  "MmmHmm.", she said.  "Well, I think you're very sexy.  Would it be okay if

I felt your boobs?  I'll bet they're really soft."  "You wanna touch my boobs?" Norah said, fascinated by the sexy

subject matter.  I felt her body temperature begin to rise.  Her skin was moist, a thin film of sweat on her upper lip

that I licked off as we began our next deep kiss.  I raised my right hand to her left tit, and gently squeezed.

Barely filling my hand, her little cupcake was so soft, with a slight separation of the nipple from the breast.  As

I squeezed and lightly kneaded her little tits, she began to moan softly, rubbing the back of my neck and my shoulders.

As our mouths separated, she shuddered slightly, and averted her eyes from mine.  "Are you okay, Norah?" I said.

"I would never want you to feel uncomfortable by anything that I was doing."  "No, Keith, I liked it, and now I'm

just a little embarassed.  I'm not used to feeling this turned on." she said, plainly.  "You don't have to be 

embarassed.  I'm really turned on myself.  Let's stretch out on the bed, okay?" I suggested.  Without comment she

allowed me to ease her down onto the bed, feeling her bare legs rubbing against mine.  I stuck my leg between hers,

to minmize the space between us.  As we embarked on another searing, sloppy, sensual kiss, Rocky Racoon began to

stiffen in my pants.  She must have felt my hard cock rubbing against her stomach, because she suddenly escalated the

intensity of our kiss, sticking her dainty tongue as far into my mouth as it would go, then stopping to suck on mine.

As we came up for air, I said "Did you like that, baby?  I sure did.  Can we take off our shirts?"  "I don't know, Keith", 

she said.  I want to, but I'm a little nervous."  "I'll tell you what", I said, seriously, "why don't you take off my shirt,

then I'll take off yours?"  She giggled, delighted, as she began to pull on the bottom of my Red Cross lifeguard t-shirt,

half sitting up.  I also sat up on the bed, lifting my arms so she could pull my shirt over my head.  "Wow", said Norah,

fascinated by my hairy chest, as she rubbed my pectorals.  "My turn", I said mischievously.



As Norah raised her arms, I pulled her white Lacoste shirt up and over her head.  She instinctively covered her

little tits with her hands, but I gently pulled them away, so I could see her tiny muffins.  My god, she was

beautiful!  Her tits were mostly puffy nipple, but beginning to fill out somewhat underneath.  Her nipples were

the most astounding shade of pink I had ever seen.  I rubbed her boobs, and the nipples began to stiffen slightly.

As I squeezed and pinched her nipples, Norah moaned and sighed deeply, loving the attention to her very sensitive

nubs.  We laid back down on the bed, and I lowered my head to take her tits into my hot mouth.  Being very

careful, I gently sucked the adorable nips, nipping them both lightly with my teeth.  Norah caught her breath and clutched

the back of my head, focusing more attention on her pretty little breasts.  I felt the crotch of her shorts become

very hot and moist against my thigh, and I took her into my arms and began another heavenly kiss.  Her bare skin

against mine was so sexy, as her sweat soaked my hairy chest and flat stomach.



"Norah, you are incredible, my sexy little cousin.  How could I have known how much you could turn me on?" I said

warmly, full of love for this adorable little nymphet.  I knew I had to take this episode as far as it could go.

"I love you, Keith.  You're my favorite cousin.  If we lived in the same town, you could be my boyfriend, take me

to the drive-in, the pool parlor, Tastee-Freez, and we could make out with no shirts on all the time.  I wish my

mom and dad would move to Minneapolis.  I hate Hibbing, nothing ever happens there!"  She was rambling a little

bit, dealing with new sexy feelings.  Now was the time to make my next move, not in a calculated way, just the

natural progression of foreplay.  "Norah, would it be okay if I take off your shorts?  I'd love to see your little

panties.  I'll bet they're pink!" I said, chuckling.  She giggled and replied "Why don't I take off your shorts, and 

then you take off mine?".  She was really learning fast.  Next thing I knew, she had pushed me onto my back, straddled

my upper legs and began to unbuckle my belt, undoing the button on my seersucker shorts, zipping down the zipper.  She

slid down my legs, taking my shorts down with her.  At my feet, she got on her knees, and pulled my shorts down and

over my feet, throwing them on the floor with our shirts.  I lay exposed in nothing but tartan boxer shorts.  I rolled

over off the bed, laid Norah on her back, and unbuttoned the side buttons on her khaki camp shorts.  As I had pre-

dicted, her panties were pink cotton printed with light blue flowers.  She raised her bottom to help me with her

shorts, and once I had them off and in the pile of mens and girls clothes on the floor,  I took a moment to soak

up her beauty.  Her light tan lines and freckled skin were very healthy and wholesome looking and quite appealing.  

Her panties were a little too small, giving her a rather pronounced camel-toe.  Her lush belly and plump upper legs

were very sexy.  I leaned in and kissed her, and then without warning hooked my fingers into the waistband of her

panties, and pulled them down her hips, thighs, calves, ankles and feet, to join the growing pile of abandoned

clothing.



As I gazed upon her cunt for the first time, I was breathless and almost overwhelmed.  Her perfect pussy purse

peeped from between her legs, playing hide and seek as she stretched and rubbed her stomach, tits and mons.  I swiftly

pulled down my boxer shorts, freeing my titanium hard six inch cock.  Norah looked lasciviously at my cock, and 

unthinkingly licked her lips.  I eased myself down beside her, both of us naked and loving it.  She plastered her

body and her mouth to mine.  My head began to spin as we swapped spits, our tongues dueling in delightful

combat.  "Oh, Keith", moaned Norah, as I began to caress her firm behind, so lush, yet so tight.  As she rolled onto

her back, I said "Baby, I'm going to finger-fuck you.  I promise to be careful, in case you're a virgin, but I think

you'll enjoy it."  "Don't worry, Keith.  I'm not a virgin.  I had sex with an older guy at camp last month, but I don't

think he did it right, because this feels great, and he just hurt my pussy with his cock."  I was dumfounded.  "The

reason that he hurt you is because you were a virgin and he broke your hymen", I explained.  "He never made me feel

good like you do, so good I think I might freak out if it gets any better", said Norah.  "Well just relax, baby, 

because it's all gonna get better from here on out", I promised. 



As we frenched, I began to play with her pussy lips.  Her inner lips were hidden, but the puffy outer lips were

so very very soft.  I was surprised to find her cunt soaking wet, and as I stuck two fingers further into her snatch,

I thought that I felt her pussy muscles pulling on my fingers, making it harder to remove them than it was to stick

them in.  As her juices flowed, wetting my fingers, I decided to go for broke.  "Norah, I'm going to stick my dick

in your pussy.  I promise you it won't hurt like last time, it'll just feel good.  Do you trust me?"  "Of course

I trust you, darling.  Make me feel good.", she assured me.  I rolled her onto her back, spread her legs, pushed

her knees up, and without further ado, knelt between her legs, and slapped her pussy with my stiff cock.  She

shuddered and humped against me, causing my cock head to slide between her slippery pussy lips.  I took the

advantage and continued to push my cock into my cousin.  In moments, my penis was fully immersed in her tight wet

pussy.  I stopped for a moment as we both caught our breath.  Her pussy seemed to be both clutching and rejecting

my rigid cock.  It was an intense moment.  Shortly, I began to ease in and out of her elastic cunt, her snug

cavity making each stroke a delight.  She was so wet that I felt that I was swimming in her juices and could taste

her acrid honey in the very air.



After a few awkward moments, our rhythms began to synchronize, her hips bucking to meet my downstroke, and pulling

away on the upstroke.  Each pump was ecstasy.  Our mingled sweat glued her skin surfaces to mine everywhere our

bodies met.  Suddenly her pussy began to clamp and spasm on my overstimulated cock as she began to climax like

a triphammer, each orgasm melting into the next, as she rotated her pelvis, causing my cock to begin to throb

in anticipation of my emission.  In moments, I heard a roaring in my ears as I felt my cock rapidly fire boiling

hot strands of sperm into her freely flowing pussy.  We came together, her belly flexing and her cunt strapping

a vise-like grip on my sensitive cock head.  As she relaxed, shaking like a leaf, her breathing ragged, my cock

was spit out by her strong cunt muscles, followed by a gusher of lukewarm male ejaculate.  Perspiring, breathing

hard like a champion racehorse,  I laid back and tried to come down from Cloud Nine.



Norah was quiet, and after her breathing and heart rate had returned to normal, seemed pensive.  "A penny for your

thoughts," I said, wonderingly.  "I have to tell you something, Keith.  I'm not twelve like I said I was.  I'm

sorry that I lied to you", she said sorrowfully.  "Well, how old are you?" I said.  "Eleven?"  "I will be on my

next birthday".  Holy shit, I thought.  "When is your next birthday?" I asked.  "Around eleven months from now", 

she admitted.  "So you just turned ten?!", I asked.  "Yes.  Are you mad?"  As I thought of the fact that I had

just fucked my ten year old first cousin, my cock inexplicably began to harden.  I grabbed her hand, placed it

on my stiff cock and said "Does that feel like I'm mad?"




End of Part One



 











