I was 20, between my sophomore and junior year at State, and my mother 'volunteered' me to stay a week at my grandmother's lake cabin. The reason was that my half sister, Donna, and a cousin, Maggie, were spending the week too. Granma was getting on and my parents were afraid that the two girls would either be bored or get into trouble. Neither of them had been to the lake much, and, anyway, me and my step-dad had to do most of the work around the place. I went up with a 'honey-do' list that included caulking windows and repairing the roof.

The girls arrived on two different flights, two hours apart. On the drive up it became obvious that my sister, Donna (half sister actually, she lives with my real dad in Florida) was being a complete bitch to my cousin, Maggie (lives in LA). She was either haughty or condescending to the girl, obviously trying to make her feel inferior.

Now Donna, that summer, was 14. She had taking on the 'Goth' look but really didn't carry it off well because she was actually pretty outgoing and talkative. Maggie, on the other hand, was a sort of chunky nine year old. I didn't know her, but she seemed kind of shy and sweet. Still, the last thing she needed was an older girl bullying her when she was supposed to be on vacation.

"You be extra kind to Maggie," my mom said before she left us. "That little slu..omething of your father's is being to complete bitch to her."

I wasn't too hot on my mom calling my sister a slut and a bitch, but she was right.

The girls would be taking the extra bedroom, so I'd be sleeping on the sleeper-sofa in the living room, as usual. Grandma really is a hoot to be around, a former '60s flower child, my dad had been born in a commune. The first time I ever smoked pot was at the very same cabin when I was 12-Grandma always encouraged a few plants in isolated places around in the woods. These days she claimed it helped her glaucoma. My aunt (Maggie's mother) had the reputation that she followed Grandma, so I was pretty sure she knew what she was getting Maggie into.

During that first evening, Donna kept up her bullying of Maggie, making fun of her when she ended up with a bone from the walleye Grandma had caught and fried for dinner; then again saying that her night gown was 'nice' in just the right tone to put the child down. I made a point of getting alone with Maggie on the deck and talking with her.

She seemed like a pretty ordinary kid-going into the fourth grade, nervous about moving to the Intermediate School where she'd be changing classes four times a day ('I'm afraid I'll get lost!'). The trip alone on an airliner had been a real adventure, especially changing planes in Minneapolis. Then riding the 'little propeller plane' to Duluth she was 'scary.' I told her I'd teach her to fish the next day.

That night everyone went to bed early. About 20 minutes later Grandma tapped me on the shoulder and waved for me to follow. I was just lighting the second bowl on the deck when Grandma said, "Well hello, dear, are you having trouble sleeping?"

Maggie was standing at the door. Her face was in shadow but I'm sure she had a shocked expression.

"Come on and sit with us, hon," Grandma said. "We're just listening to the loons."

"Go ahead, Ricky," Grandma said to me.

I lit the bowl and took a hit, then handed it to Grandma.

"That's marijuana," Maggie said.

"It helps my glaucoma," Grandma said through the smoke, handing the pipe back to me.

The ember had died, so I used the bic while taking another hit. "It helps my attitude," I said.

When I tried to pass it back to Grandma she waved it away. "Give some to your cousin, dear," she said.

Maggie grabbed the hot bowl and pulled her hand back. "Ouch! It's hot."

"Well, help her dear!" Grandma said to me in a scolding tone.

I shifted from my chair to sit on the bench next to Maggie.

"It's gone out," I said. I'll have to light it while you take a toke." I picked up the lighter. "Now, it's really strong so you have to pull air around the end." I demonstrated on the dead pipe. "Ready?"

"I guess so," she said, giggling.

"OK."

I held the pipe to her lips and lit the lighter.

The nine year old came away gasping and coughing. I patted her on the back a couple of times while she caught her breath, then handed the pipe back to Grandma. After her I took the last toke on the bowel, then tapped it out on the railing of the deck. I filled it again.

"More?" I asked Maggie. In the dark she nodded.

This time she held the drag, suppressing a couple of coughs. The pipe made another round before I refilled our wine glasses. Maggie took a sip from mine. After the next bowl Grandma got up.

"I'm going to get you a glass, dear," she said, heading for the kitchen.

"You ever smoked before?" I asked as Grandma went into the cabin.

"No."

"Don't let Donna know."

Maggie didn't respond at first. "Why is she being so mean to me?"

"I don't know. I don't think she wanted to come. Our dad called my mom and said he wanted to get her away from some of her friends for a while this summer. I think she'll be nicer after a while."

Grandma came back with another glass and a can of peanuts. We spent the next hour watching the moon rise over the lake and listening to the birds. Grandma could identify the various trills, clucks, squawks, thumps and groans as we listened. We all sat for a while and talked. Mostly, Grandma questioned me and Maggie about school, but we also got her to tell a few stories about when she was growing up. After a while we all went to bed.

I had just turned off the light and lain down. I was startled when I saw a figure standing over me.

"Is something wrong?" I recognized Maggie.

"Can I stay out here, Donna's snoring and I can't sleep."

I moved to the side some, making room on the sleeper-sofa. She lay down next to me, outside the covers.

"It's so quiet here," she said in the darkness. "At home you can always hear the freeway."

"Also a lot darker," I said.

"Yes. I never see the stars like that unless we go up into the mountains."

We were quiet for a few minutes longer; a loon called out on the lake and was answered by another farther away.

"Can I sleep here?" she asked.

"Sure."

She slipped under the covers but didn't touch me. After a few minutes I rolled onto my side, facing away from her, and went to sleep.

In the morning we were woken up by Donna.

"I can't believe you guys smoked weed and didn't invite me," she said, looking down at the pipe that was lying on a table.

"Oh! You were asleep," I said. Maggie was cuddled up to my side, her knee over my thigh, a hand on my chest. She stirred, woke up and rolled away from me to sit on the side of the bed. She pulled her nightgown over her knees.

"Good morning," she said to Donna.

"I'm not good enough to sleep with?"

"You were snoring..." Maggie stretched.

Donna went to the fridge. "I don't snore!" she said.

"I guess that was a strangled duck I heard last night," I said with a smile.

She pulled out a gallon of OJ. "Either of you want some?" she offered.

It seemed that Donna was in a much better mood today-maybe it was getting out of her goth clothes. The put-downs and snipes of yesterday were forgotten and the girls were laughing and giggling together by breakfast.

"What are you guys going to do today?" Grandma asked while she scraped the remains of breakfast into the trash.

"I promised Dad I'd check out the outboard, then I thought I'd take the girls for a ride around the lake, show them the sights," I said.

"I'll lay out on the dock while you get the boat ready," Donna said.

"Strange that you'd come to Minnesota for a tan," Grandma said.

"I hate the beach-at least the people there," Donna replied.

I dug the toolbox out of the shed and carried it down to the dock. I was just man-handling the 25 horse Evinrude off the boat when the girls appeared. Donna was in a black thong that left as little to the imagination as was legal. Maggie had on a pink one-piece. With the outboard clamped to the fish cleaning table I started to work. The girls lay down at the end of the dock.

As I worked, I couldn't help but check out the sights.

Donna, as I said, was 14-long and very thin-her legs made up more than half her height-probably four inches over five feet. Although her hair is normally brown, she had dyed it jet black. It was medium length, just to her shoulders, and she parted it in the middle. Either she was still not really developed or she had real small tits, my guess was that she didn't fill an A cup yet. (Turns out, she's just got small tits. Today, 30 years later, she's still got close to the same figure). She also has a pleasant face, just a bit sharp. Her eyes are brown but not too dark, straight, sharp nose, maybe a bit large, small mouth but with full lips. Unfortunately, when she was in her goth mode she always looked sickly. But at the lake, after putting that aside, she was pretty sexy.

Maggie was nine and a bit chunky. Not fat, there were no rolls or anything, but she was a bit thick and solid. Her brown hair reached below her shoulder blades and, having straight bangs across her forehead just made her look heavier. She had probably just broken 4 feet, has wide set eyes, a slightly turned up nose and large mouth. Today, at least the last time I saw her about ten years ago, she's still kind of heavy. But, in her defense, she was seven months pregnant. I get Christmas cards from her and her growing family.

At any rate, the girls lay down towels and I tried not to ogle my little sister. As for Maggie-she was wearing a very proper bathing suit but, well, for me, I was wishing there was more skin showing.

New plugs, points, and a change of the lower unit oil. Then a general cleaning and lubing and 45 minutes later the outboard jumped to life with just a touch of the starter.

"Let me get changed, then we'll make a run around the lake," I said to the girls.

I grabbed the tackle box and a carton of worms that Grandma always kept in the fridge, before I went back out to the dock. Island Lake isn't very big, maybe only half a mile across, and there is an island in the middle of it. Most of the cabins are on the west side, so once you get around the island on the other side you're pretty well out of site. There's also a small bay, only a hundred yards long and about 30 wide, that's really isolated. It's also a good place for bass. After driving around the lake I talked the girls into some fishing and poked the nose of the pontoon boat into the bay. The entrance is really narrow and the bay is full of snags and logs. I moved slowly to an area that I'd landed a few bass from and grounded the starboard pontoon on a sunken log.

Donna wasn't into fishing, so she lay on deck while I showed Maggie how to cast.

"You don't go to the beach in FLA?" I asked.

"Naw-it's full of tourists and perverts. Worst, I might run into some asshole from school."

"Well, not many people here, at least not during the week," I said. Maggie pulled her line in but got the lure caught on a lifeline when she tried to cast again.

"I hate the people there. All the girls are giggly sluts and the only thing the boys want to do is pump you full of sperm," Donna said, her eyes closed.

Maggie looked at me with an embarrassed smile. Then things got exciting when she hooked a fish. Donna sat up and watched as Maggie laughed and hooted while pulling it in. I found the net and she landed a yellow perch.

"I don't know, Maggie, looks kind of small," I said as she lifted the six inch fish out of the net. It struggled and she dropped it. Again she was giggling as it flopped around on the deck until I caught it and picked it up.

As I worked the hook out of its lip I told her it was too small to keep. When it hit the water it lay there, stunned for a few seconds, before shooting off.

"Bye bye fishy," Maggie said.

"Well, if you two will keep it down, I want to get some sun," Donna said.

I looked over at my sister and caught my breath as she took her top off, then lay down with her eyes closed. Maggie looked at me, blushing, then turned back to cast her line.

As I said, Donna has small tits-there wasn't even any crease under them. Her areolas were maybe nickel size but they stuck up in small domes that were topped by be-be size nipples.

I acted like I was ignoring her, while, of course, getting furtive glances at my sister's tits. As you can imagine, looking at a half naked fourteen year old, while bending over and rubbing against my nine year old cousin, was having quite an effect on me. Pretty soon I was having to be real careful not to push my half hard cock against Maggie's backside.

We managed to reel in another perch, this one was big enough to be a keeper.

"Great! Pan fish for lunch!" Donna said.

Maggie looked at the fish as I was working the hook out of its mouth. "Let it go," she said.

"He's keeper size. Don't you want him for lunch?"

"Naw, let him go."

"Awww...," Donna said, "poor little fishy."

I threw the perch back.

"Let's try over there," I said, pointing to an area on the other side of the boat. I used a pole to push the boat a few yards until it grounded on a different log.

Maggie made two pretty good casts but no fishes seemed interested.

"How 'bout if we try bottom fishing?" I suggested. "There may be some lake trout or walleye hanging around under us. The bottom comes up real fast, there's probably 20 feet of water off the stern."

"OK," Maggie said.

I started working on the tackle, taking the lure off and tying on hooks and sinkers.

"Hey," Donna said, sitting up, "one of us doesn't look like the others."

Both of us looked at her. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"Your topless, I'm topless, but she isn't"

Maggie looked around, an embarrassed expression on her face.

"She's right, ya know," I said as I finished tying a hook on my rod. Then she watched silently as I baited the hooks.

Maggie picked up her rod and started to lift it like she was going to cast.

"No," I said, "just flip the bail over and let the line run out through your fingers until it stops, that's when it hits the bottom. Then reel in just a couple of turns and wait for a fish to come along."

She turned and held the rod out over the water.

"Watch me," I said. I let the line run out, my guess was right, it was about 20 feet. Then I reeled in two turns. "Now we wait."

Maggie did the same, then sat down on the bench that ran down the middle of the deck.

"Well," Donna said, sitting back up, "are you going to stay like that or join the rest of us?"

Again Maggie looked around, embarrassed.

"Don't worry," I said. "No one's around here."

"Not as if you've got anything to show," Donna said in her bitch voice.

"Donna! That's unfair," I scolded my little sister. "She will do what she wants." (I almost added 'You don't have much to show,' but I bit my tongue.)

Maggie looked at me, now she looked pissed. She turned back to her pole, then reached up and untied the string that looped from the front of her suit up around the back of her neck. Then she very carefully folded the top of her suit down until it was gathered around her waist.

I stepped over the bench and sat down next to her. As I said, Maggie was kind of chunky-this made her have some nice curves and rises. Although she was only nine, she looked like she had developing boobs, even though it was just that she was a little heavy. Her nipples tipped the ends of her false tits with lovely pink cones.

I leaned over to her. "Are you alright with this?" I whispered.

"Yes," she replied, not whispering but in a low voice, "it's no big deal."

"Well, I think you're lovely," I said.

She looked at me, then smiled. "Thank you," she said with a note of genuine appreciation.

I put my arm around her and pulled her shoulder against my side. "You're a sweetheart." Then I let her go-a friendly hug. Still, the feel of her soft, warm skin made my already firm cock surge just a bit.

We sat for maybe fifteen minutes, saying just a little about the birds that flew or paddled by, once a fish jumped on the other side of the bay. Then the boat rocked as Donna got up. She went to the console and pulled the third rod out of the carrier. She sat down on the other side of Maggie, put two sinkers on her line, expertly skewered a worm onto the hook, then dropped her line in. The three of us sat, waiting.

After a while a conversation started. Maggie told us about her life in LA and I told some stories about classes at the University, then we got onto our families and times we'd seen each other in the past. I was surprised to learn that Maggie and Donna had seen each other at a get together just a year ago. Then we started talking about when Donna and I had been together.

"Yeah," Donna said to Maggie, "Ricky and me have spent a lot of time here at Grammie's together."

"Yup," I said. "In fact, I'll bet that we've spent most of our time together here."

"Been a few years, though," Donna said.

"Yeah, I think the last time was...shit...must have been five years."

Donna started to laugh. "I don't think we should tell our little cousin the stuff we used to do, might shock her."

"Donna, maybe some things we shouldn't advertise."

"Rick and I used to play doctor a lot," she said to Maggie.

"Donna, come on,...she doesn't need to know about this."

"When I was six...I remember because it was Christmas break and I'd gotten a Nurse Barbie doll for Christmas. Well, your cousin here, of course, thought it'd be a great idea for us to play doctor...not that we hadn't before."

"OK, yeah, we had some good times," I said.

"You bet good times. The first time I ever came was that Christmas."

"Donna, come on..."

"You must have been, what, twelve?"

"I turned thirteen in October," I said.

"Well, it was cold and Grammie had her friend and another couple over, they were playing bridge and Ricky and me were cuddled up under a blanket on the couch...the same one's there now...watching TV. They thought it was so cute, brother and sister cuddled up like that. What they didn't know was he had his hand down my pants and I was jerking him off."

"Come on, Donna, we agreed...I could get in a lot of trouble..."

"What, you were thirteen?" she said.

"Still..." I replied.

Maggie was looking straight ahead, not saying anything.

"Anyway, I can't believe they didn't know what was going on...I must have cum four times. Then he made a huge mess, cumming all over my hand and shooting into the blanket."

"Grandma knew, she told me a couple of years ago," I said.

"You know what cum means?" Donna said, looking at Maggie. "It's that feeling you get when you rub yourself."

Maggie was turning beet red.

"And it's when a guy shoots all his white goo out of his cock."

"Donna, stop it. You're really making her uncomfortable," I said.

"OK, I'll stop," she said, laughing.

Again we sat for a few more minutes. Nothing was even nibbling.

"I'm going to lay down again," Donna said, leaning her pole against the life line.

Then she slid down onto the deck and stretched out, her feet near Maggie's. She was on her stomach, her butt cheeks almost completely uncovered except for a narrow triangle of fabric that covered her ass crack.

I was admiring the site when I saw that Maggie was watching me. She smiled and it was my turn to look embarrassed.

A couple of minutes later Donna turned over. "I want an even tan," she said. Then, much to my surprise and delight, she worked her bottoms over her hips, knees, and off her feet. She lay back out.

I was interested to see the small triangle of fine hair that just covered her slit. Remembering her at nine I was both pleased and a little disappointed at the changes. Maggie just looked ahead after glancing at her. As we sat there I remembered old times and, well, I'm afraid that the predictable response was no surprise.

"What you think?" Donna said, looking at me with one eye open.

"Well, OK, frankly, you're sexy as hell," I said.

She sat up, looking at the tent in my swim trunks. "Yeah, I can see that."

Maggie looked down at my crotch, then up at me with big eyes.

"Come on, show her," Donna said.

"Donna, you're sick," I said.

"I bet you've never seen one hard," Donna said, getting up. She walked around behind us, then sat down next to me. "Let me see." She reached down and pulled at my trunks.

"Donna, come on!" I protested.

"Let's see," she giggled as she pulled at my shorts again.

"OK, Ok..."

I lifted up and pulled my swim trunks down to my ankles. My cock sprang free, sticking up.

"Cool!" Donna said, grabbing it.

Maggie looked down, her eyes huge.

"Let me..." Donna said as she started to stroke me.

I had my arm around Maggie's waist and, unconsciously, I pulled her against me.

"I jerked him off like this while he rubbed me," Donna said.

I reached down into Donna's crotch but she grabbed my hand. "No, rub her," she said.

Then she reached across and took Maggie's hand, then led it to my cock. Maggie tentatively wrapped her hand around my rod, then, with Donna guiding her, began to stroke it.

"He used to finger me while I jerked him off," Donna said. "Let him put his hand in your suit.

I looked at Maggie and she smiled, nervously.

"Come on, do it!" Donna urged as her directing Maggie's hand became more direct.

Maggie shrugged. I moved my hand from around her back and down into her crotch, outside her suit. She spread her legs some but I really couldn't feel anything through the heavy nylon. She was very tense. I tried to push my finger down further but she didn't move. It was obvious that she was really not comfortable with this.

I pulled my hand back and she let go of my dick.

"Damn, OK," Donna said as she slid off the bench, always still holding my cock. "I'll deal with it."

She knelt next to me and, with two hands, stroked my cock.

"It takes a few minutes to make a guy cum," she said to Maggie. Then she looked down at me and started stroking in earnest.

I leaned back as cum started to boil in my balls. I started to hump to meet her hands and breathe harder.

"As they get more excited they start breathing harder and humping." She kept up the strokes. "They really like it if you suck it, but it's gross if they cum in your mouth."

She leaned down and started sucking my dick while still stroking my shaft. This was truly awesome, getting a blow job from my kid sister. Before I'd gotten her to suck it a little but she didn't want to do it.

"Don't cum," she said, looking up at me. Then, looking at Maggie, "Just before they cum their dick gets even bigger, they start to breathe real hard and, sometimes, they moan."

She went back to sucking my cock head while Maggie watched. I was really getting along, lifting my ass off the aluminum bench with my hands and humping into her face. The jiz was about to go.

"Oh, God, Donna, I'm going...."

She pulled back, stroking me strongly and aimed my dick to the side, turning her face away while still watching.

My first shot splatted on her thigh, then a dollop hit her shoulder. The rest ran over her hands.

"Oh God, that's a lot!" she said. "You just made a little puddle before.

I was breathless, panting, as I sank my ass back down to the bench. Donna rubbed the cum off her thigh, then looked around. She picked up my swim trunks and used them. Then she wiped more semen off her shoulder.

"See, that's what a guy looks like when he cums."

My cock was still pulsing, but had softened some, pointing off to the side. I caught my breath, then looked at Maggie.

She had turned and was looked straight ahead. Her face was no longer red with embarrassment, she just seemed to have a blank expression.

"Don't think you're going any farther without one of those rubber things," Donna said.

I realized that I hadn't brought any. "I guess I'll have to go to the store," I said.

"That's OK," Donna continued. "You can do anything with Maggie here, she's too young to get knocked up-just like I was."

The atmosphere on the boat had become rather awkward, so I pulled on my swim trunks, then went back to fishing. There wasn't a single bite.

"I think the fish are just being lazy today, too sunny. They're sleeping under logs down there," I said.

Maggie looked up at me with a 'I want to go,' expression. I reeled in my line only to discover a clean hook.

"Huh, look at that, someone stole my bait." Donna laughed.

Maggie pulled her line up, her worm was still there.

"Maybe he just got off," I said. "Let's go back, I need to work on some stuff for Grandma."

I picked up Donna's pole and brought it in, then started the engine. As I nudged the boat out of the little bay, Maggie pulled her top up and tied the string but Donna stayed laid out on deck, naked as the day she was born.

About half way across the lake I looked at my sister. "Donna, shouldn't you put your suit back on?"

Some cabins were coming into view and we'd be just a few yards out, motoring along in front of a whole bunch after I rounded the island.

She sat up and looked around. "Shit," she said.

She crawled to where her suit was dropped, then sat on the deck and worked the bottoms on but stayed topless. When we got to the dock, Grandma was there, sitting on a folding chair reading. I pulled up and Donna jumped off onto the dock.

"Hi Grammie," Donna said as she passed, carrying her suit top.

Grandma's eyes followed her but she didn't say anything.

That's exactly the way Donna spent the rest of the morning-topless. I worked on windows and repaired a screen door while the girls ran around, staying amused. At one point they dove off the end of the dock, then made a racket about it being too cold. There were cold cuts and chips for lunch, then it quieted down as Maggie sat and read while Donna napped in the sun out on the deck-now completely naked.

Grandma had run a load of wash and, as she went by with a basket of wet clothes, I jumped up to help her at the line. We worked hanging things and talked.

"Donna is proving her reputation," I said.

"Yeah, she's always been pretty wild," Grandma said. "But don't believe Maggie's all innocent act either. She's probably even crazier then her cousin. Certainly more than Donna was at her age."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Remember, I spent Christmas with them last year, your aunt Darla has a real challenge. Then again, I didn't raise either of my kids to be shrinking Violets either."

"She's not very happy, the way Donna's treating her."

"Believe, she can give just as well as your sister," she said. "Hopefully no one will get hurt. I saw her trip her brother at the top of an escalator once, could have killed him."

"What did Darla do?"

"She laughed."

We finished up hanging out the clothes.

"Would you go into town for me," Grandma asked, "I have a little shopping list."

"Sure."

"And take your little cousin and replace that hideous bathing suit of hers. I have a reputation too."

We entered the cabin and I walked to the door that opened to the deck. The girls had moved down to the dock. Now they were both laying out-and they were both naked.

"Maybe she doesn't need that suit," I said over my shoulder to Grandma.

I heard her gasp. "Damn, those girl's 'ill get me in trouble doing that!" She headed out the door and down the path to the dock.

Grandma's old Chevy Nova was somewhere between being old and a classic. Four door with bench seats, an in-line six-banger and automatic transmission. I was pleased when Maggie moved to the middle seat and leaned against me on the drive to McGregor for the groceries. It took a little searching for a suit-there are only a few shops that cater to tourists passing through, but we finally found a bright orange bikini that was probably too big for her.

When we got in the car she slid right over next to me up and pulled me down and kissed me. I was really surprised when I felt her tongue against my lips. I'm not sure any of the locals would have appreciated seeing a 20 year old frenching a nine year old, so I had to break the kiss short.

"Wow, what was that for?" I asked.

"Thank you for searching for me," she said.

"Why did you only have such an ugly suit?" I asked.

"I couldn't find my other one when I was packing."

As soon as we got home Maggie ran off to take a bath.

After we ate we sat around the picnic table on the deck and played cards. Not long before it got completely dark, Grandma came out with some weed.

The game of gin-rummy went on for a couple of hours and, during the play, Donna made big use of the wine bottle and the bowl. Finally, around 10:30, she put her head on her arms and started to snore.

"I think that one's done for the night," Grandma said.

"Seems that way."

Grandma went around and tried to rouse her. All that got was a drunken, "Leave me alone..."

Grandma looked at me. "She's too big for me to carry."

I picked my sister up and carried her into the bedroom, after Grandma had pulled the covers down, I lay her on the bed. She still had her shoes on.

"Let's get her undressed," Grandma said.

As she untied Donna's shoes, I pulled up on her shirt. It came free, she wasn't wearing a bra. Next I undid her belt and pants, then went around and pulled at the cuffs. I lifted her butt off the bed before they pulled free, taking her panties with them.

Grandma looked at me. "If I were into younger women..."

I grinned back.

"You just be sure you're careful, she's not nine anymore," she continued. Then, looking over her shoulder at Maggie who was standing in the doorway; "You don't have to worry, though."

I don't think Maggie understood, but I did.

Grandma reached down and pulled Donna's panties off her feet then I covered her up. "There was a time...I'm too old now, I'd feel ridiculous with a girl."

We went back out into the living room and finished the hand. Afterward, Grandma said good night and closed her door.

"Well, I think it's my bedtime too," I told Maggie.

She looked up at me, her face mostly covered by her hair. "Can I stay out here with you?"

My heart sped up. "Of course, that'd be great," I responded.

She disappeared into the bathroom and, after brushing her teeth, went into the bedroom while I used the bathroom. When I came out she was already laying on the bed, on top of the covers, looking through a magazine. She had on her nightgown, through the thin cotton I could see the outline of her panties and the shape of her.

I pulled on the covers and she rolled to the side, then we both worked under the sheet and thin blanket. It was a warm evening; a slight breeze had moved the smoke across the room and out the windows in the kitchen. She rolled onto her side, still holding the magazine.

"You want to read?" I asked.

"Just a second," she said, turning the page of the 'Seventeen.'

I cuddled up behind her and read over her shoulder-I remember it was a story about Patrick Dempsey and the older women he had married. Outside on the lake a couple of loons called and a goose made at thumping sound. I was laying against her, like spoons. I had worked my left arm under her head and had it down across her torso with my hand on her ribs. My other hand was on her thigh. I had tucked my dick between my thighs where it was definitely firming.

She closed the magazine and half turned to look at me. In a small voice she said, "You can rub me--if you want."

My heart started pounding and I felt faint...I almost said something stupid like 'huh,' but instead I started moving my hand up and down her thigh. She twisted back even further and awkwardly kissed my cheek, then she rolled some toward me. I moved my hand down, pressing between her legs through the cotton of her night gown.

I could feel just a hint of the shapes. Maggie breathed out, closing her eyes. She lifted her leg and looped in over my thigh, spreading her legs. I pulled up on her gown, now I could feel the warmth of her slit through the panties. I pushed my finger farther down between her legs and she flared her hips some as I pressed at the opening of her sex.

My cock had pushed its way between us and now was pressed between my thigh and her's. She pushed against it, then pulled away as she started a slow humping.

"Please, inside my panties," she whispered.

I pulled my hand away and used the opportunity to reposition my dick so it was up, now between my belly and her butt. Then I worked my hand up under her nightgown to the waist band of her panties, then underneath and onto her soft vulva.

Her slit was moist but not wet. The large lips on each side were soft and warm, as were the parts between. I moved my finger along the crevice, then flexed my finger against the fleshy ridge of her clit. Maggie's breath became deeper and more regular as she started rocking her hips to meet my strokes. I pushed farther down and then pushed my finger at the opening of her vagina. Maggie sighed and spread her legs farther. I pushed my finger at the opening and the tip was admitted.

"Go slow," she said. "I want you in me but if you push too hard it'll hurt."

I worked gently, moving my fingertip back and forth as I felt her entire body get warmer and more tense. She was beginning to make small vocalization, just little squeaks and grunts as I pushed inside her.

"Am I hurting you?" I whispered.

"No," she said in a small voice. "It's just a little scary. I'm very tender down there."

When my finger slipped an entire knuckle inside her she bit her lips, but then her face relaxed and I felt her suddenly become much more moist. Soon my middle finger was inside her vagina to the second knuckle and was sliding in and out easily while I used my thumb to caress her clit with every push. Then I started working a second finger inside her.

The additional digit moved in much easier because Maggie had become more relaxed. She had pushed her panties down around her thighs, as far down as they could go and still allow her legs to part far enough for me to finger fuck her little cunt. I rolled back, pulling her with me, and freed up my other arm.

I pushed my left hand up her nightgown onto her chest, pulling at it. I was amazed to feel that her nipples, normally just penny sized dark patches on her flat chest, were sticking up in rounded lumps. I rubbed and gently pinched them only to have her writhe and moan. Now she put her hands on mine and started directing my movements in her crotch and on her chest as she built. Quite suddenly she gasped and I felt her shiver as she broke out in perspiration. She held still, flaring her hips against my hand and pushing her head into my shoulder as she came, shuddering twice before relaxing onto me.

I knew better than to keep up my assault, so I relaxed with her, keeping my two fingers buried in her puss, feeling her cervix between my fingertips.

"Oh," she said under her voice. Then she started to roll over and I had to pull my hand out of her panties.

She sat up on her knees next to me and shook her head. Her hair was a tangled mess around her face and over her shoulders. Then she leaned down and kissed me, our tongues mixing for only the second time. When she lifted up again she was smiling. She looked up and down me, her eyes stopping at my cock-hard in my briefs.

"May I?" she said, holding her hand up over it.

I responded by pushing my shorts down some and freeing my dick.

She giggled, then put her hand around it.

"How's it get so hard?" she asked.

"I don't know, a rush of blood or something," I responded, my voice was thick.

She ran her hand down and put it on my nuts. "And this is where the sperm comes from?"

"Yeah..." I was a little breathless.

"I don't want to go all the way...not yet...but I want to feel it against me."

"Uh-huh," was all I could muster.

She rolled onto one of her hips and worked her panties over he knees and then off. Next she lifted up, her hips straight, and pulled her nightgown over her head. I know my eyes got huge at the site of her full crack and hairless pussy.

"Take these off," she said, pulling at the elastic of my shorts.

I lost them quickly, then lay back. She lifted her leg and straddled me, like getting on a horse, and settled down with my dick along her slit. Then she started to rock back and forth.

"Oh, God that's sexy," I mumbled as I reached up and rubbed her nipples with my thumbs.

She put her hands on my shoulders and continued rocking. She had a smile on her face, looking down at me. "Mommy told me that this can be almost as good as really doing it-she calls it 'fronting' or something like that."

Slowly her eyes closed and she pursed her lips. Then, as she moved harder and I started pushing up against her, her mouth opened as she tried to keep her breath.

I was building fast, just from having the top of my dick rub against my belly. I grabbed her and pulled her down on me, our chests together, her pussy and belly against my cock as she rocked back and forth. She pushed her legs down along side mine so she was laying totally on me from our chests to our thighs. She was a wonderful soft, warm blanket, pressing my cock head between our bellies while sliding her pussy against the shaft also. She got more violent, grinding her pussy into me, holding her head up, then occasionally leaning down and kissing me. She now had her arms on the mattress on either side of my shoulders as she rocked her hips and ground into me. I leaned up and gently bit her chin to which she pushed her face down and her tongue into my mouth. Then she wrapped her arms around my shoulders as best she could and squeezed me. I did the same while pushing and pulling on the nine year old-ensuring the greatest skin-to-skin contact as we both built.

I just couldn't hold it any longer and started to blow my sperm between us, smearing up both our stomachs. She grunted again, pulling her hips against mine with her legs wrapped around the back of my thighs while also clutching to my chest. She bit my collarbone as she came with the feeling of my slime between us.

We both calmed down for a few moments, trying to catch our breath. Then she lifted up and we both looked down and the gooey mess between us. I had shot an enormous load of sperm against her belly, some ran down over my side and there was even some wetness all the way up onto her chest.

She sat up. "Ricky, that was great," she said softly. Then she laughed. "But you made a big mess." She rubbed some of my cum in a circle on her stomach.

Then the door to the bedroom crashed open and we heard Donna's voice saying, "Holy Shit!" Then there were two steps and the door to the bathroom banged open. Next we heard her gagging and the sound of vomit splashing in the toilet.

Maggie had a totally shocked look on her face-I laughed and sat up.

"I guess I'd better go help her," I said.

I swung my feet onto the floor, then found my shorts and wiped my cum off my stomach. The sound of dry heaves came from the bathroom.

I went in. Donna was still kneeling in front of the toilet, her body rocking and shuttering as she puked. I stood over her-and I couldn't help but admire the site of her clam peaking out from between her thighs. I turned to the sink and turned on the hot water as she seemed to finish, now leaning on the toilet seat, panting. The water got hot and I wetted a wash cloth.

"Here," I said, kneeling next to her and pushing her to the side. She fell onto her hip, then rolled onto her ass, one thigh along the floor, the other pulled up. She had puke on her chin, around her mouth, and on her nose. There was more on the ends of her hair, shuck to her shoulders and chest.

I flushed the toilet and started wiping her face. She leaned back against the wall, unaware of the awesome pussy show she was giving me. As I wiped her face, then tried to get some of the chunks out of her hair, I definitely checked her out.

Donna's mound and slit were fairly small. They were plainly visible through the nascent dark hair that was just growing on her pubes. The way she was sitting, her lips were pulled apart and I could clearly see that her cherry was gone.

I stood up and rinsed out the wash cloth.

"Maybe you need to learn your limit," Grandma said from the doorway.

"I'm sorry Grammie," Donna said, truly contrite.

"Brush your teeth before you get back in bed," she said, then turned away.

I helped my sick-drunk sister back into her bed, leaving her laying on her side and covering her up. Grandma came in with a large bowl (mixing, not smoking) and put it on the floor next to the bed.

"We'll leave a light on in case you need it. Sweet dreams."

I sat with her for a minute as she went back to sleep, then left the room but left the door open. Grandma was sitting on the couch; Maggie was lying, covered with the sheets, with her head in Grandma's lap. Her shoulders were still bare.

"I guess I'll leave you two to sleep, or whatever," she said, getting up and straightening her nightgown.

"Good night Maggie dear."

"Good night Grammie."

She put her hand on my shoulder and pulled me near. "I don't want any blood stains on the upholstery," she whispered. Then, "Good night Ricky." She kissed my cheek.

I turned off the light but there was the light coming in from Donna's room. We snuggled together for the rest of the night but didn't do anything. That is, until I woke up with a raging hard on at about 3 AM. I gently pulled the covers down so I could see Maggie's naked body and, using her nightgown (that she had used to wipe the cum off her stomach and chest) I jerked off watching her sleep.

When I woke up the sun was blazing in the windows and Grandma was making coffee. I wrapped the blanket around myself and joined her on the deck. The lake was azure with ripples from a south wind.

"Nice weather, but it's not going to last long," Grandma said.

"How so?"

"I went for a walk before you woke up, out the drive to the county road. There you can see west across the field. North-west horizon's dark, cold front coming."

"Anything on the radio?"

"I haven't listened," she replied. "But, from the looks of it, you'd better get the canoe out and pull the pontoon boat up on the boards."

"Sure."

"So, how's school going Ricky?" she asked.

We talked for a while about what I was studying. Every month, right around the first, a $100.00 check would appear in the mail from her...something I really appreciated. Often I had to rely on it to eat. I was the first person in the family to go to college and she thought it was a big deal.

"Maybe you can rub off on that little sister of yours. Her dad says she's not too keen on school."

"She says she doesn't like the other kids-says they're all jerks."

"Huh!" She paused. "Well, I guess I was the same way. Problem is, these days there aren't any communes to go off and live in, unless you want to be a Moonie or are into the Dianetics crap."

"She could always become a Hari Krishna, can't you see Donna pinning flowers on people at airports?"

Grandma cracked up, her laugh was always infectious.

"What's so funny?" Maggie was standing at the door, still naked.

"You're up, come here honey," Grandma said.

She went over and sat down on Grandma's lap and received a kiss.

"How are you this morning, sweet heart?" Grandma said. I saw that she had checked out Maggie's crotch, probably looking for dried blood.

"Fine," she said and hugged.

"Can I get you some OJ?"

"No thank you," Maggie said. Then she ran her hands up and down her arms. "It's kind of chilly."

"Well, yeah, if you're in your birthday suit."

"Come here," I said, opening a flap of my blanket.

She came over and snuggled up in my lap. I'm sure she felt my cock against her bare ass.

Grandma came back out carrying a tray with two coffees and a glass of orange juice. I wanted to go back to talking about college-I had taken a history class and thought Grandma might know something about the stuff I had studied.

"Grandma, Dad told me that you lived in South America when you were little."

"Not South America, Guatemala."

"Where's that?" Maggie asked.

"It's in Central America, just south of Mexico-it's quite a story if you two want to sit through it."

"Sure," I said.

"Well, to start with, my father, your Great Grandfather, was killed in Korea when I was a little girl. There was a war there, Maggie," she looked at my cousin, "and the US sent troops from 1950 to 1952-have you ever seen the TV show M*A*S*H? It's set during that war."

"Anyway, my mother, I guess she went a little crazy and decided to take me and leave the States. I guess she was a communist. Why she went to Guatemala I have no idea, I was your age, Maggie."

She was quiet for a moment, looking out over the lake.

"It was years later, when I was in high school, that I learned what we were really doing. There was a revolution going on there and my mother had decided to join it...and took me along for the ride. I remember I thought it was a big adventure, camping in the jungles with the monkeys and toucans. I didn't like all the bugs. There were men there, and they taught me to shoot a rifle-I almost couldn't pick it up but I could shoot it straight."

"It was only later that I realized that the man running things was Castro, he's the President of Cuba now and a real pain in the ass to the US."

"I'd heard that you met him," I said.

"Met him-we practically lived together. He didn't have a beard then, he was very quiet but, I remember that people really respected him. I don't know why, I wasn't that impressed. I guess these days you'd call him a nerd. Of course, I was nine years old. I'd have different ideas. I think he liked me, I used to sit on his lap and he taught me some Spanish."

"Wow," I said, "you ought to come and speak at my school."

"I really don't have much to say, at least that I can tell strangers about," she replied. "I was nine or ten-I wasn't really a revolutionary, couldn't be. Actually, I guess I was what they call a 'child solder,' took me a lot of years to get over it all. Problem is, whenever I'd talk about it no one seemed to understand what was really bothering me...they all keyed into what they thought was 'abuse,' not what I really felt bad about."

I was very interested.

"It's hard for me, even now, but if you'll keep your mouth shut I'll tell you everything that happened. I think it's important that you kids know the story."

"OK," we both said.

"As I said, there was a revolution going on. The American Fruit Company practically owned the place-a true 'banana republic.' Castro was there organizing the workers. He used to go out at night to meetings with them, if the company had found out there'd be trouble. He'd take mom along sort as a propaganda tool-and American who was for them. Eventually, when they were making some head way, the Americans and the CIA sent in people to take control-stop the workers who only wanted a decent wage or the little farmers who had their lands taken."

"Well, one day everybody in the camp was really excited because Che' was coming. You know, Che' Guevara, the revolutionary."

"Yeah," I said.

"Everyone was so excited, they had been talking about him for a week, especially Fidel. One day, we just knew he'd arrive that day, not when, he drove up on a motorcycle. I remember that Castro introduced me as 'Mi Amore Americao', my American love. I sat across the fire from him while we ate that night. Someone was playing a guitar, I think we all had a lot to drink."

"He was a real good looking man and really funny. I didn't speak much Spanish, and didn't understand a lot of what was said that evening, but I remember people laughed a lot-most of all Che'. He was a natural leader, people were just drawn to him. That evening, before he called me, I really got a crush on him."

"I was sitting next to mom, leaning against her side when he walked over and reached down. 'Come with me,' he said. I looked at mommy and she smiled, then said, 'Go, go with him.'"

"He took me to his tent and we went inside. He lit a lantern hanging from the frame and turned to me. All he did was look at me and say 'get undressed.'"

"I remember my heart was pounding. His eyes were shining, he seemed so strong-so powerful-I'd do anything for him. So, I just took all my clothes off, first my shirt, then I slipped out of my shoes, then I pulled my pants off. It felt so good when I stood up in front of him and he looked at me...I wanted him to see me...it was what I could give him. Strange for such a young girl, I was your age Maggie, to feel that way but that's how he was. He could have anything just for asking."

"Then he pulled his shirt off over his head. He sat down on the cot and unlaced his boots, I helped him pull them off. Then he stood up and pulled off his pants. I had seen men before, we all bathed in the river, so I wasn't shocked or anything. He took my hands and put them around his penis. It was warm and it just seemed natural to stroke him. I wasn't surprised at all as he got hard, all I could do was stare into his eyes."

"He put his hands on my shoulders and slowly pushed me down. I remember that it was as if I was on automatic. I'd never even heard of oral sex but, well, when I saw his penis I just wanted to feel it in my mouth-and it just felt so natural."

"When I started sucking him he groaned and said something in Spanish, but I didn't understand. He whispered softly and stroked my hair and cheek. I had my hands around his legs, on the back of his thighs, and they got real tense and started to quiver. That's when he lifted my chin, and I stood back up. We kissed, his penis was hard against my stomach. I didn't know about French kissing and that was quite a surprise too." She smiled at us.

"Che' was a great kisser," she said.

"Then he turned me around and sat me down on the cot and pushed me back. I remember that I leaned against the side of tent and I was afraid I'd fall through, so I slid down so my bottom was off the other side of the cot."

"Then he did something that really did shock me-I had never even dreamed that someone would go down on a woman. I couldn't believe it when he started licking me down there. I must have had four orgasms before he was done. I was drenched in sweat, it was really warm in the tent, and I know I moaned and groaned some."

"Later mom told me that she had sat outside the tent and listened, even peeked in a couple of times. She said that if he had tried to force me to do anything she would have stopped him."

"I was really afraid when he straightened up, because I knew that he was going to enter me then and I was scared it would hurt. It did, some, but it was also wonderful. At first it hurt but then, well, I guess when he broke my hymen the pressure was released and he just slid up inside me. When I felt him filling me with his sperm it made me have the best orgasm yet-I thought I'd pass out it was so strong."

She was quiet while she took a couple of long sips of her coffee.

"In the morning he was hard again but I was too sore. He just laughed and sort of nodded down. I knelt between his knees and sucked him. I was a surprised when he came, I wasn't expecting it and I didn't know what to do. I was holding him in my mouth, watching him. He was sliding his penis in and out, I didn't know that he was going to cum-it had not even occurred to me. He began to shiver and he groaned and suddenly my mouth had all this wet goo in it. At first I didn't even know where it was coming from until I pulled him out and he shot some onto my lips. He pushed me back down and I felt his penis twitching in my mouth, each time a little more of his semen would be in my mouth.

I swallowed some, and some leaked out around my lips and ran over my hands. When he finished he lifted my chin and told me to show him, so I opened my mouth. Some ran down onto my chin. Then he told me to swallow and I did. Then he pulled me up on him and we kissed-it felt so nice having his arms wrapped around me."

"When I got back to our tent I thought my mother was still asleep. I climbed into my cot and she was looking at me."

"'How are you?' she asked."

"'Mommy,' I was so afraid she'd be mad, 'I'm sorry,' I said."

"'Don't be, you didn't do anything wrong. He's a great man, it's normal for women to want men with so much power. I'm envious that he chose you instead of me.'"

"Later that day he left. He hugged me and kissed me in front of everybody before he rode off. I never saw him again and, a few years later when I heard he had been killed, I cried all night. My aunt was so mad at me."

"Your aunt?" Maggie asked.

"Yeah, I'll get to that, but I lived with my aunt and uncle when I was a teenager."

"Oh," Maggie said.

"Let me get a refill on my coffee, then I'll tell the rest of the story," she said. "Do you want more OJ?"

"I need to go potty," Maggie said.

The two went back into the cabin while I got up and walked around the side and looked to the west. Sure enough, through the trees I could see that it was getting darker.

Maggie came up behind me and I felt her hand in mine. I looked down and smiled-she was still naked.

"Good morning again, dear," I said. I leaned down and kissed her head.

"Come on back you two nudists, I'll finish my story," Grandma said as she came out with more coffee and OJ.

We settled back in, this time there was no blanket between Maggie and me, her skin was soft and warm against me as she nestled my cock in her ass crack.

"Well, let me get back to my story. I never saw Che' again. In fact, we heard that he had been arrested just the next day. That's also when the fighting started. Castro and some men came back into camp, they said there had been shooting and we had to be extra careful. They also posted guards and started sending patrols out on the road to the camp. I went along, they liked me because I was really good at climbing trees."

She was looking out over the lake; I could see that her face was getting sad.

"Then, one day, they came into the camp. There was quite a battle and I climbed up a tree with my rifle. There were solders; they were dressed in green uniforms. They shot some of the guards; most of the people ran off into the jungle. Then they went tent to tent. There was one solder who went into a tent, then I heard a gun fire, then he'd go into the next tent. I heard a man saying something and the gun fired, then it was silent. He went into my tent and I heard my mother scream. He dragged her out by her hair and kicked her. She fell onto the ground, saying something in English. He stopped and looked at her and she jumped up and hit him. He shoved her away, pulled out his pistol and shot her in the face."

"Next, I don't know what happened, all I remember was feeling my rifle kick and the man fell onto the ground. Another solder turned toward me and, all of a sudden, blood spurted out of his neck. He looked down, then up at me, and then fell down. Another solder came running and when I tried to aim at him I lost my grip and fell. Then there were men all standing around me while others fired their guns into the trees, I guess they couldn't believe I was the one who was shooting. Lucky for me, my rifle hadn't fallen with me, it must have gotten hung up somehow."

"One of them grabbed me and jerked me up and suddenly they were all silent. Another solder, he must have been an officer, came up and took me away. We went through the jungle to a truck where he called inside. That's when a white man came out."

"'What's your name?' he said in English."

"I guess he was a CIA agent or something. I was taken to the embassy and then shipped back home. That's how I ended up living with my aunt, my mother's older sister."

"They would never believe me about the attack, I guess the CIA made up some other story about how they got me. All they wanted to talk about was Che', they were sure I had been raped by him, but that's not how it happened..." She was quiet, her eyes were full. "They didn't believe about mother, and even if they did, she was a communist, she didn't matter. They thought I made up the whole story about the attack, my aunt called me a lair. All they cared about was my story about Che'. After a while I just decided not to talk to anyone."

"Wow, that's a terrible thing," I said. "It's very sad..."

"That's only the first half of the story," she said.

"My aunt and uncle didn't want me. My cousins were all older, only one, Mary, was still in school and she moved away after she graduated, only after a couple of months. I was just an unwanted burden to them-and they let me know. When I had trouble in school-as you can expect-all they did was yell at me. I had a teacher tell me that I was a communist and should be shipped to Russia. The other kids called me a 'red'."

"Then, after just a year or so, my uncle started coming into my room at night. At first, well, it was the only love I could get. But after a while, I began to resent it because he wasn't interested in me, he didn't care about me, only getting off."

"There was a woman, she had been friends with mom, Alberta, she always took interest in me and started looking out for me. She was a librarian, so I started hanging out at the library after school. I also started spending time at her house-she really sort of became my best friend, and my mother."

"Then, when I was fourteen, I got pregnant with your father," she looked at me. "Carry (my aunt) was really pissed at me, not at Uncle Paul. She said it was my fault; she even hit me across the face with a belt. That's when I ran away."

Maggie looked up at me with a shocked expression. "That means your daddy's daddy is different from my mommy's..."

"Yes dear," Grandma said. "I'm sorry, I thought you knew..."

"My dad didn't tell me until a couple of years ago," I said.

"I thought he died in a motorcycle accident," Maggie said.

"Your grandfather did," Grandma said. "I married him when I was seventeen..., your mother came along a few months later. George was a wonderful man, he adored your mother and he was a good father to Jack too. I wish he had been as good a motorcycle driver as he was a husband...there's not a day I don't think of him."

"Anyway, I went and lived with Alberta until Jack was about three, that's when I married George and we went to live in the commune."

After that we went in and got dressed. Maggie came down to the dock and helped me lift the canoe out, then winch the pontoon boat up on some boards my dad had laying on the shore. It made it easy to get the boat out if the lake was going to freeze, or if storms were coming.

The sky was getting dark and the wind had just shifted when we made it back to the house. Donna was sitting at the table with a couple of toaster waffles in front of her.

"How are you?" I asked.

"I feel like shit and I've got my curse," she said.

I avoided saying 'sucks to be you.' Instead I said, "I'm sorry-you had a bit of a rough night."

"Fuck."

"Well, eat something, you'll get over it," I told her.

Grandma came in from her room. "Clair is coming over this afternoon, and she'll be spending a couple of nights. She has to work over the weekend, so she's taking Wednesday and Thursday off."

"OK," I said. "It'll be nice to see her."

"Who's Clair?" Maggie asked.

I looked at Grandma, figuring she'd best explain.

"Clair's a special friend of mine. She lives in Grand Rapids most of the week, she's a realtor. But she comes here on weekends or whenever she can get away."

"OK," Maggie said.

The worst of the storm had passed by afternoon when Clair arrived. She came into the cabin and Grandma jumped up and hugged and kissed her-a bit more than a friendly kiss.

"Clair, you know Ricky and Donna but you've never met my littlest grandchild. This is Maggie," she said.

"Hello dear, nice to meet you," Clair said. Then to Grandma, "Kind of crowded here."

"Maggie and Donna are in the extra room and Rick is sleeping on the couch."

"OK," Clair said.

Because the rain had passed, I talked Maggie into going for a paddle in the canoe while the older women (Donna included) chatted.

Once we were out on the water, Maggie turned around in her seat and looked at me. "With Clair here, do I have to stay in with Donna?" she asked.

"I think it'll be OK if they find you with me in the morning-we'll just have to be quiet if we do anything," I said with a smile.

"Where's Clair going to sleep?"

"With Grandma...they're lovers, don't you know."

I watched the wheels go around in her head as she figured out what I meant. "Oh, Grandma's gay?!"

"Yes. She doesn't hide it, but she doesn't make a big thing about it either."

"Oh," she said.

When we got back in, Grandma said that they were planning a shopping trip into Duluth. It would be pretty crowded in the car, and, anyway, I wasn't too interested so I said I'd stay.

"Can I stay here too?" Maggie asked when she heard I wasn't going.

A few minutes later they left in Clair's Lincoln, leaving us behind.

As soon as they had left, Maggie looked up at me. "We really can't do anything tonight with her here, can we?"

"Well, we'd just have to be quiet." I took the hint and walked over to her and picked her up. "But we're alone now."

She giggled when I carried her into the bedroom and threw her on the bed. Then I jumped onto the bed over her, on my hands and knees. "We don't have to worry about anyone for a while."

"So, what do you want to do?"

I straightened up and pulled my shirt off over my head. "I want to get naked with you."

Maggie was wearing jeans and a long sleeve pullover. She grabbed at the cuffs of the shirt and pulled her arms inside the shirt, then worked it up over her shoulders. She sat up and pulled the bundle off over her head, shaking her hair out. I slid off the end of the bed and started undoing my pants while she lifted her hips up and pulled her jeans and panties down over her knees. Then she worked them over her feet and dropped them off the side of the bed. She flopped back, her head on the pillows, then spread her legs, her knees straight, her arms out to the side.

I've never seen a sexier thing than that one shot of my nine year old cousin spread out on a bed like that, except for the next moment when she crooked her finger gesturing 'come here.'

I haven't really described Maggie well, except to say she had medium-long length brown hair and was just a little bit heavy. Her hair was straight but nice and thick. She had bangs that went right across her forehead, at her eyebrows, wide set brown eyes, high, round cheeks, a small nose and full lips. Her face was kind of squarish, you'd never call her gorgeous but she was pleasant looking.

She was solidly built, with strong shoulders and arms, maybe a little over weight; at least you couldn't see her ribs. Still, there weren't any rolls of fat either. Her complexion gave her skin an even, light beige, tint. She didn't have any tan lines.

At nine she was still completely a girl, no boobs, just penny size areolas with be-be nipples, fairly straight lines, but a bit of flare to her hips, she would grow up to be 'voluptuous.' Her thighs were full and strong, nicely rounded where they met, and a simply awesome pussy. Her crack was long and deep with soft fleshy lips, not much of a rise and an incredibly sexy dimple at the top. It completely enclosed the structures underneath; no clit hood was revealed until you pulled the soft and warm ridges apart.

I climbed back onto the bed, again on my hands and knees over her and she reached up, putting her arms around my neck, and pulled me down for an incredible kiss. Her large mouth and thick lips were just made for kissing, and I think she had to have been born with a natural talent. Our tongues danced between the soft and warm meeting of our lips. Her arms, one around my neck, the other around my shoulders, were warm and comfortable-a lovely hug.

I lifted up and we both laughed. "You're an awesome kisser, where'd you learn?" I asked.

She giggled and blushed. "I don't know...I haven't had any practice, y'know."

I leaned down and gave her a peck on the lips. "Then, with practice, you'll become world class." Over the years I've wondered if her husband realizes what a great kisser she is. Of course, it's not the sort of thing guys talk about ("Ya know, your wife is an awesome kisser-she gives good head too")

We went at it again, this time I lay down on her, careful to support my weight on my elbows. Her legs were spread and I nestled with her thighs just above my hips. Her chest and stomach were warm and soft against me. I put my hands on either side of her head, holding her face as I kissed her. She squirmed warmly beneath me, pushing her pussy against my belly, wrapping her legs over my ass.

My cock was rock hard against the mattress and I knew that if I rubbed it against the sheets I'd just spuge on them-I had to cool down. I lifted up, breaking our hug but getting my dick away from the stimulation of rubbing between my belly and the bed. I kissed her chin, then her right collarbone. She giggled and held my head when I kissed her right nipple, squirming against me. She drew in her breath sharply when I sucked on her left.

I lifted up on my hands and knees, then shuffled down.

"Oh God," she said when she realized where I was going. She started humping her pussy before I even lowered my mouth to it.

She was already covered with a sheen of perspiration, there were some beads of sweat on her lips, as I ran my tongue along her slit. The tip slid easily along it with her moisture and, with each stroke I worked a little deeper until I could feel the folds of her inner lips and the firm ridge made by her clit and hood.

She pulled her legs up, her hands around the front, just below her knees, and looked down at me as I pushed my tongue into the opening of her vagina. I worked my hands up and, with my thumbs, pulled the lips apart, I could see up inside her, her fleshy cherry almost closed off her womb except for a small opening at the middle.

I leaned forward and pressed the tip of my tongue against her clit, then started circling it. She slowly sank down, relaxing.

No hair, no stubble, just smooth, silky pussy lips-and almost no smell. Going down on this preteen poontang was pure pleasure. Maggie had, by now, let her head fall back and her feet sink down onto my shoulders.

I looked up at her, her eyes were half closed, her mouth open.

"Lay you legs across my back," I said.

This she did and I went back to sucking her lovely snatch. She was humping into my face and began to moan with my tongue strokes. I had my hands out above me, laying out on the bed, up by her sides. I started stroking her nipples with my thumbs while I ate her snatch. They had risen up into rounded little domes.

She was squirming under me, pushing her hips up and moving them from side to side as she built. There was more moisture in her slit and I could feel her thighs getting more sweaty as she moved higher. It wasn't long before she growled and, grabbing my head and holding my face in her crotch, she pushed her head back into the pillow while digging her heels into my back, lifting her body against me.

She grunted and shuddered three times, with each wave arching her back and thrusting her hips against me, before she lowered back down, panting, and pushed my head away.

I looked up at her with a smile. "Like that?"

She shook her head. "Oh God, I can't believe..."

I worked my arms back and got up on my elbows, between her splayed thighs. Her pussy was pulled completely open and shined with moisture.

I worked one of my arms into the middle and ran my fingertip along her slit.

"Oh Ricky, I think...." she was cut short as I pushed my finger inside her.

I guess her hymen simply stretched as I easily pushed almost my whole finger up inside her. She caught her breath, her eyes wide open, looking at the rafters in the ceiling.

"Does that hurt?" I asked.

"No," she said in a small voice.

I started to finger fuck her and, again, she started to hump against me.

"Oh, that's nice," she said when I started rubbing her clit with my thumb. Then she started rubbing her nipples herself. She giggled and stopped when she realized what she was doing.

"Don't stop, that's sexy as hell," I said.

She looked at me with wide eyes, but went back to slowly rubbing her nubs.

After a little while she was again panting. I pulled my hand back slightly and then pushed a second finger inside her. Then, when I leaned down and licked her clit she exploded, violently bucking and kicking as another orgasm roared through her. I had to move my head, shoulders and hand up and down with her hips as she rocked and moaned. She was pinching her erect little nipples and she flushed pink all over as sweat ran down over her sides and down her neck.

When she settled down I looked up at her. Her eyes got big and a scared expression came across her face.

"Ricky,..."

I looked down, there was blood on my hand. More was in the creases and folds of her pussy and there was a red smear on her lips.

"Oh,..." I rolled off of her, then found my undershorts and started gently cleaning her.

"Ricky, your face."

"Oh crap,..." I laughed. I got up and ran to the bathroom. Sure enough, there was blood smeared on my chin, even a couple of little clots between my teeth. I quickly washed my face and rubbed my teeth, then went back.

Maggie was still sitting on the bed, knees up. She wiped herself with my shorts, then looked at them.

"I've stopped now," she said, then she looked up at me. "I'm sorry."

I crawled onto the bed and kissed her. "What are you sorry about? I'm the one who did it."

"It's OK," she said. "Mommy warned me that it would happen if I ever did this. She said she did it when she was little with the leg of her Barbie Doll."

I was somewhat incredulous. "What? Your mother told you that?"

"Yeah, she said not to be scared if I did that."

"Wow," I said, more to myself then to her.

Next she reached up and turned my head, leaning up and she kissed me. "It's OK, it'll only happen once." She kissed me again; there was a tear in her eye. She put her hand in her crotch and rubbed it. "I'm a little sore now," she said.

I lay down on my back next to her. "Still, I'm sorry I hurt you."

"Oh," she said with a smile as she lay down on my chest, "you didn't hurt me, not at all..." Next she shoved her tongue into my mouth.

I got real hard, real fast when she wrapped her hand around my cock and started stroking me. Meanwhile, she continued to kiss me with force. After a minute or so she broke the kiss and knelt next to me, using two hands to stroke my enraged cock.

I could see her thinking. I put my hand on the back of her neck and just pushed a little. She looked at me with a deliberative expression, then leaned down. I stared up at the rafters as I felt her mouth close over my cock head.

"Oh fuck, that's wonderful," I said. I stroked her cheek as she worked my cock in and out of her mouth.

She could get the head and, maybe an inch of the shaft in her mouth, I wasn't going to try to get a nine year old to deep throat me. She sucked gently as I felt the slight roughness of her tongue and teeth gently scraping me. She took me out of her mouth and looked at me.

"It's really too big," she said. Then she looked down at my cock, then shuffled around, climbing over my leg and kneeling between my thighs. This time when she took me in her mouth the feeling was even more awesome.

She bobbed and stroked with both hands as the pressure really started to build. Occasionally she made little burping sounds when she sucked too hard and a few times she stopped while she caught her breath. Her hair was cool on my thighs and hips; I bent my knees slightly and spread my legs more, putting my thighs over her knees.

The pressure was becoming too great to control and I started to hump up into her face. I reached down and touched her cheek.

"Fuck, that's so good honey-I'm, I'm about too..."

She stopped and looked up at me. Her eyes were half open. "You can...if you want." Then she leaned back down.

It was probably after just three more strokes that my cum just started to flow. I wasn't jamming and shooting, my prostrate was just shivering and I could feel a constant stream of sperm rushing up my cock in into her mouth.

Maggie closed her eyes really tight as I filled her mouth with sperm. I felt her swallow a couple of times but still a sheet of white slime pushed out from her lips and ran down my cock and over her hands. I shuttered and shivered as the last of an enormous load of semen emptied into her face, then I relaxed back, panting.

Maggie lifted up and looked at me. There was cum running down her chin, a big drop was stringing down off of it, stretching down to plop on her stomach and thighs. She worked her mouth and tongue and I saw it full of my creme, bubbles of cum around her lips and teeth. Then she reached up and ran her hand over her chin, wiping it off. She squinted and looked to the side, eyes closed, as she swallowed, then smiled at me. She wiped her hand on my thigh.

"How was that?" she asked.

"That was the most awesome thing..." I panted.

She laughed, then moved foreword, laying on top of me. Her mouth tasted of my sperm when we kissed. I rolled her to the side and we cuddled, my cock laying on her thigh, leaking the last entrails of goo to run down the back.

We lay cuddled together for several minutes, then she got up and left the room, going to the bathroom I supposed. She was there for several minutes and I began to miss her, so I went searching. I found her sitting on the deck in the sun, during our love making the clouds had cleared out. The air was a little cool but the sun was intense in the clear skies after the passing cold front. She was facing it, her legs spread. There were a few flecks of dried blood in her folds.

"The sun feels good," she said.

"It looks pretty good too," I replied.

She giggled. Then, "What time will Grammie be here?"

"Not for another couple of hours," I said. "How 'bout if I spread a blanket out here and we can lay out together?"

She nodded enthusiastically.

We both fell asleep in the warm sun. Only occasionally a puff of cool air would pass over us. We woke up when we heard the crunch of car tires on the gravel of the driveway. We ran for our clothes and I was sitting in the living room when they came in-Maggie came out of the bedroom a few seconds later.

It was about 9:30 when Grandma and Clair went into Grandma's room and closed the door. The three of us stayed up a little longer taking turns playing Backgammon. There had just been one bottle of wine and no pot, so we were all pretty straight. Donna was having a great time, she's pretty good and usually can beat me, but we both let Maggie win some. Still, after her rough night before, Donna was yawning.

"I'm going to pack it in," she said as she stretched and yawned. "I guess I'll have the bed all to myself-again. I noticed that it got used some today."

Maggie looked at me and blushed a little.

"We just took a little nap," I said.

"Nap...yeah...bull shit." She looked at Maggie. "I guess I shouldn't be jealous, I've got my period, something you don't have to worry about...yet." Then she got up and walked to the door of her room. "You two keep it down, no shaking the rafters or anything." She closed the door.

I got up and went into the bathroom. I pissed and brushed my teeth, then met Donna as I was coming out. She was in PJs. When she came out she disappeared into her room again and closed the door. It was Maggie's turn in the bathroom now and by the time she was through I'd opened the sleeper sofa, stripped, turned off most of the lights, and gotten under the covers.

She walked up to the closed door. "My nightie's in there," she said.

"That's OK," I replied. "I'd only have to take it off of you."

She turned around and looked me. "I'm really sore Ricky."

"I'll just kiss it and make it feel better."

She smiled and giggled quietly. "You promise." Then she pulled her shirt off. Next she undid her jeans and pushed them and her panties down.

My cock started to tent the covers as soon as I saw her awesome preteen body. She walked over to the lamp I'd left on and switching it. The room was dimly lit by the moon reflecting off the lake. She walked over and stood next to me. I pulled the covers down and she lay down next to me.

For the next few minutes we lay on our sides, arms around each other, legs intertwined, and just kissed. My cock was rock hard against her thighs and, occasionally, it would brush against her pussy. When I reached around behind her to try to finger her she hissed.

"I'm too sore..." she looked at me in the moon light. "I'm sorry."

"That's alright, hon," I said as I pulled my hand back.

I rolled onto my back and pulled her with me. She lay with her legs between mine, my hard-on pressed between our stomachs. She lifted up on her elbows. Her face was in shadows from her hair but I could imagine a small, satisfied smile as she looked at me. Then she leaned down and kissed me again.

She pushed up, straddling my thighs. She took my cock between her hands and started stroking it, then bent way over and kissed the tip. She sat back up, I could see her eyes sparkling in the blue light. She shuffled foreword some and pressed my dick between her hands and her stomach. Then she started to slowly lift and lower herself.

She was absolutely beautiful in the light. Waves on the lake made the moonlight scintillate across the ceiling while she was lit directly by the light through the window. Her face was mostly in shadow from her hair, the light from the side made her nipples stand out as they cast small shadows. Her stomach was dark except for where her hands were holding my cock. As she moved up and down my head would break out from between her hands, showing at the top, then, when she lifted up, it would disappear into her fists.

Maggie's breaths started to become deeper and I could feel her pressing the base of my cock against her pussy as she humped. Her ass was gently messaging my balls, her hands around my shaft, pressing it against the smooth skin of her belly. She began moving faster, humping against my dick while she started moving one of her fists in a circular motion while holding my cock head against her just below her navel.

I exploded into her hands, my gleaming jez squeezed out between her fingers and ran down her hands to drip onto my stomach. She smeared more on her stomach and some worked into her crack as I grunted and shook, pumping my cum into her hands and against her stomach.

Maggie started to giggle as I lay there, under her, panting-spent.

She bent down, her hair enveloped my face, and she kissed me while she still held my cock against herself. "How was that?" she whispered.

"Incredible," I choked.

Her tongue pushed between my lips. Then she sat up and let go, examining her cum covered hands in the moonlight. There were strings between her fingers and a drop ran down her right arm half way to her elbow.

I felt the floor next to the sleeper sofa and came up with the boxers I'd been wearing. I wiped my goo off of her hands and then her tummy. I cleaned myself up. Then I rolled to the side, pushing her off me and landing her on her back next to me.

I didn't give her any chance before I buried my face between her legs and started to lick her slit. I could only smile at the taste of my own cum on her pussy. It only took three or four minutes before she came, flaring her hips up, lifting her ass off the bed, as she shook and groaned.

She lay back down, panting.

"God, Ricky....no more," she gasped.

I looked up at her face across her belly. Even in the moonlight, I could see the beads of sweat on her upper lip. I lifted up on my hands and knees, then almost jumped in fright. My sister was standing on the other side of the sleeper sofa.

"Gee, you never did that to me," she said.

Maggie pulled in her breath and covered her mouth, stifling a scream.

"Fuck Donna! You scared the shit out of me!" I said.

She started to laugh. Then she looked down at Maggie. "You're a lucky little girl. A lot of guys won't do that, at least not with the...enthusiasm he does."

Maggie grabbed at the sheet and tried to cover herself. I rolled off and stood up. "Well, you enjoy the show?"

"It was alright." She turned and went into the bathroom.

"I can't believe she was watching us," Maggie said when I sat down.

"It's OK," I said, touching her arm. "Nothing she hasn't done."

"Still, I'm embarrassed."

"Don't be, she's cool with it."

Donna came out of the bathroom and went into the bedroom. "Try to keep it down out here," she said. "Between you two and Grandma and Clair, there's not much sleeping going on."

We cuddled up and were soon asleep.

I woke up from the sound of someone in the kitchen. The sun was blazing in the window. Somehow we had pushed the covers down so they were across my thighs. I was on my back and Maggie's face was warm on my chest, except for the puddle of drool. I also had a huge morning hard-on. I looked over the arm of the sofa to see Clair putting coffee in the maker. She looked up and waved, a small smile on her face.

I pulled the covers over us.

When she had plugged the pot in, Clair walked back to Grandma's room. "I'll leave you two alone for a couple of minutes," she quietly said. "No need to embarrass the child."

I had lifted up on one elbow, gently sliding out from under my little lover. She was such a doll, her hair around her face as she slept. I brushed a lock back.

"Honey, we need to get dressed."

Her eyes opened, then she smiled. Without saying anything she lifted up and kissed me.

"The coffee's on and people are moving, we have to get dressed."

"OK." She sat up and stretched, then looked around. Then she got up and went into the bathroom. I was dancing at the door waiting for her to come out. Five minutes later we were sitting on the deck, dressed now, me with a cup of coffee, Maggie with a glass of water.

That day was quiet, the girls played around, swam, sunned themselves on the dock, swam, even paddled the canoe around the lake some while I busted my balls stripping shingles off the roof in an place that a tree limb had damaged them over the winter. By mid afternoon I had the whole section uncovered and the felt down-I'd start putting the shingles on the next day. Grandma appeared at the top of the ladder and stepped onto the roof.

"Grandma, you shouldn't be up here, if you fell you'd kill yourself," I scolded her.

"Same for you," she said, "and you've got a lot more life ahead than me." She sat down.

"You're doing a nice job up here Ricky, I really appreciate it. It'd cost me a fortune to have it done."

"I enjoy it."

"Enjoy roofing...I doubt that."

"It's a beautiful day."

"I'm making a change in plans, I want to be sure it's OK with you."

"Sure," I replied.

"Clair needs to go back after dinner, she has to work tomorrow, and I'd like to go with her...so does Donna. Let me just say that some friends are getting together tomorrow night and, well, Donna is interested in meeting them."

"How long will you be gone?"

"I was thinking," she continued, "I'll leave my car here. Then you and Maggie meet us at your Mom's on Sunday morning and I'll drive back up here. That way both the girls can get their flights in the afternoon and you can get back down to WSU also."

"So you'll be leaving Maggie here?" My heart sped up a little.

"I don't think you'll mind," she said with a smile. "Anyway, she's a bit young for the group we'll be with-at least some of them might think so."

I got her meaning. "Clair won't say anything, will she?"

"Oh God no! She knows how things go in this family. A few years ago she had a hard time keeping a straight face while you got your little sister off while we were playing cards."

After a dinner of chicken and rice Grandma, Clair, and Donna loaded into Clair's Lincoln and went out the drive. When they had rounded the bend in the dirt drive, disappearing through the trees to the county road, turned to look down at Maggie. She giggled and hunched her shoulders, a big smile on her face. She shook her shoulders as she laughed with happiness. The sun was shining through the trees into her face and she was squinting, her hair was lit with iridescent highlights.

Oddly, I felt a bit awkward when I took her hand and led her into the cabin. Of course, in the past I'd been with women where it was understood that as soon as we were alone we would get naked-but this was different. Never before had a situation like this been when it was understood that I'd be taking the girl's virginity and, of course, I certainly had never been like this with a nine year old.

As soon as I closed the door, Maggie hugged me. Then she looked up at me, smiling but nervous. Without saying a word she pulled her shirt up and off. If I'd been apprehensive before, that just totally disappeared. My gut twisted and my cock surged when she did that. I even felt a little light headed.

"Do you want to go into the bedroom?" I asked.

"I guess so..." she giggled, then turned and walked that way.

The sight of her naked shoulders and back, still wearing jeans and sneakers, was incredibly sexy-when you see a topless girl from behind, you know she's topless but you're intrigued and excited wanting to see the hidden side.

"Oop, I need to go potty first," she said, then changed course and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I went into the bedroom and slipped out of my shoes. I was taking my shirt off when I heard the toilet flush. I turned to the door and gasped. Maggie was standing there-naked as the day she was born. She put her hands together over her head, pushing her arms straight up and stretched her body to its maximum height, even going up on her tip toes.

"Ehhh...eh...eh...ah...do you like what you see..." she said.

"Fuck you're sexy," I stammered.

She came over to the bed, on the side opposite me, and pulled the covers down. She slid her legs under the blanket and sheet but didn't pull them up.

I clambered across the bed until I was on my hands and knees over her. She threw her arms over her head.

"So, what do you want to do?" she asked.

"Well, first...I'm going to lick that beautiful little clam of yours until you cum three or four times."

"I've never heard it called that before."

"Makes sense, doesn't it?"

She looked down with an amused smile. "I guess so..."

"Then," I continued, "we're going to go all the way."

For a moment an expression of fear went across her face, then she smiled. "Well," she cooed, putting her arms around my neck, "I guess you'd better get started then." I felt the inside of her knees brush against my hips and sides.

I moved down and first kissed the dimple at the top of her slit. She pulled in her breath and then let her thighs flop out, frog like. She held her breath as I ran my tongue up the entire length of her sex, from the chin rest to the dimple. Then I dug in.

For the next ten minutes I licked, sucked, and nibbled on her glorious hairless preteen cunt. I pushed my tongue as deep into her as I could, I sucked her clit, I put my entire mouth around her sex and sucked while I stroked her slit with my tongue. At one point I even licked her little ass hole (she giggled and slapped at me for that).

She had already cum twice when I worked my arm up underneath me and, after supplying it with an ample covering of spit, pushed my finger up inside her. It went in past the second knuckle, more than two inches, and I rubbed her clit with my thumb while working back and forth inside her. She seemed to convulse a third time, grabbing the sheets in her fists and pushing her head back against the mattress.

My saliva and her little girl moisture had combined to make her quite slippery, enough I thought.

When I lifted up her eyes got big. "Are you going to do it now?"

"Yeah." My voice was rough in my throat. I pulled a couple of pillows down. "Here, lift up so I can put these under you."

Grasping my plan, she lifted her ass off the bed. I noticed that the sheet were damp with her sweat. I slid the pillows under her lower back and butt, then shuffled forward on my knees, sliding the back of her thighs over mine.

My dick head looked huge against her preteen pussy. But her lips were pulled open and my tip nestled nicely in the flower of her inner lips. I worked up as much spit as I could and, taking it on my fingertips, lubricated my bulb as much as I could. Then, spreading her more with my thumbs and using my ring fingers to guide, I pushed my cock into her.

Her tiny clam spread to accept me, enveloping the head and some of my shaft. I couldn't believe the site of my cock sliding inside a nine year old slit-she was so incredibly tight.

"O...oh...oh...h," Maggie breathed as she felt me enter her. Her eyes were wide open, her mouth slightly open also-an 'Oh Wow!' expression of wonder on her face. I couldn't believe how tight and warm she was. It was mind-blowing to be fucking such a soft and smooth girl. My cock slid so easily in her hairless cunt. But, because just the tip entered her, the feeling also titillated. I so much wanted to slam my cock deep but I knew I couldn't, that I would hurt her terribly. This forced me to take a mental step back, to be cautious not to hurt the delicate child, to be more concerned for her feelings and pleasure than my own sexual drive.

I leaned forward, putting my weight on my elbows and sliding my hands under her back-she was incredibly light in my arms. I tried to kiss her gently but she grabbed me and smashed my lips against hers, pushing her tongue into my mouth as she rocked her hips up and down and from side to side.

We had to break the kiss to catch our breaths, so I lifted myself with my arms straight and, again, looked down at my dick inside her lovely little cunt. The sight almost made me cum-I had to clench my jaw and concentrate as I shivered over the nymph.

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my thighs, pulling herself up against me. I dropped down on her again, now our chests were warm against each other. My arms and hands were between her back and the bed, my fingers wrapping over her shoulders. I held her against me while not crushing her tiny frame with my weight. Again our tongues danced as we both tried to breathe.

Maggie was really building, rocking herself against me, pushing her pussy up against me by pulling up with her legs. Her heels dug painfully into the back of my thighs and she started to dig her fingernails into my shoulder blades.

I was about to lose it and had to break our kiss. I so needed to shove my cock deep inside her-my butt and hips shivered with the effort to control myself as I started pumping my sperm into her preteen womb.

The feeling of me filling her brought Maggie off. She held her breath, as she clung to me, her hips rocking back and forth. Then she grunted as her breath explosively escaped from her throat.

"Ug, uh...uh...uh..." she grunted and I felt her pussy tremble around me.

From the high of our orgasms, we held together, Maggie almost hanging under me, suspended by her arms and legs, we slowly relaxed. I let her down onto the bed as I kneeled over her, panting. I kissed her gently and she returned with a lovely and loving kiss.

As she released me, relaxing her legs, and I caught my breath, I straightened up. My softening dick slid out of her and, as I sat on my heels between her knees, a long dollop of cum leaked out of her vagina and ran down her ass to wet the pillow.

"You're incredible, dear," I said. I reached up and moved a sweat soaked strand of hair out of her eyes.

She looked up at me, her face very serious. "I love you Ricky," she said.

I felt a little shocked...not knowing what to say. Of course she loved me, like a nine year old has a crush on a boy. And of course I love her like a favorite cousin...but that was all. Still, she couldn't understand that our sex was for fun, at least for me. But there was no way I was going to hurt this little girl's feelings, that would crush her.

I leaned forward and kissed her. "I love you to, Maggie, I think you're awesome."

She wrapped her arms around me again and kissed me. We kissed like that for a minute or more, then I noticed a tear running down her temple into her hair. I kissed it away, then kissed each of her eyes.

"You are absolutely wonderful dear," I said. Then I rolled onto my side and pulled her with me. We lay together, me on my back, her cuddled to my side with her head on my chest for quite a while. I pulled the covers over us and, a little while later, it was dark enough that I had to get up and turn on some lights.

I dug two bowls of ice cream out of the fresh gallon but we were chased in off the deck by the mosquitoes. Safely behind the screens, we watched the moon and the lake. Three birds paddled through the reflection on the water.

"Can we smoke some pot?" Maggie asked through the darkness.

"I think Grandma took her stash with her," I answered. "And I didn't bring any of my own."

In the dim light I could see a pouty look on her face. We were quiet again for a few moments.

"Mommy told me that she first did it when she was nine. She did it with the music teacher at her school."

"I didn't know that," I said.

"When did you first do it?"

"I was ten..." I considered lying but then decided to go ahead "...it was with your mom."

Maggie looked at me but I couldn't see her face.

"My mother!"

"Yeah," I said. "You were a baby. We were visiting and I had watched her change your diaper. She,... I guess she wanted to show me how everything worked."

"I don't believe you!" she said.

"Please don't be angry...it was a long time ago and, well, you were just a baby."

She was silent for a minute, looking out over the water. Then, "How many times?"

"Just that once."

Again she was quiet for a while.

"Who else have you done it with?"

"Honey," I asked, "do you really want to know?"

"I mean, in the family."

"Only Donna, and we've never gone all the way. You know about that."

Now I could see a smile on her face. "Did you really fool around with Clair here?"

I laughed some. "Yeah, Clair, Grandma, and a couple of their friends. We were sitting on a couch, not this one, but it was in the same place. It was winter and there was lots of snow. Grandma had an old black and white TV with rabbit ears and we could pick up one station from Grand Rapids and two from Duluth."

"Why doesn't Grandma have a TV?"

"She said she never watches it, so when the old set she had here died a couple of years ago I tried replacing some of the tubes but that didn't fix it-they're getting hard to find. She told me to throw it out and she never bought another."

"At home we have cable. Have you ever watched MTV?"

"I've seen it, we don't have cable in the dorms."

"It's really cool."

We had both finished our ice cream so I took the bowls into the kitchen and put them in the sink.

"Can we go swimming?" Maggie asked.

"There'll be lots of mosquitoes," I warned.

"Let's see."

We hurried down the steps to the dock, there were a few circling around and bouncing off my head by the time we got to the foot of the dock. Then we ran to the end and jumped.

I knew the water was cold but I was really surprised when I came up. Maggie shrieked and laughed.

"Oh FUCK its cold!" she yelled.

I swam over to her, then stood up on the rocky bottom. It was too deep for her to stand. I put my arms around her and she wrapped her legs around my torso and arms around my neck.

"Yeah," there was a shiver in my voice, "it never really warms up-the lakes too deep."

She kissed me, again pushing her tongue into my mouth. I'm afraid that things were so chilled and shriveled that my cock didn't budge. Then she let go and swam away from me, and away from the dock. I followed. After going only a few yards we stopped and treaded water.

"It's too deep here for me to stand," I said.

Maggie took a deep breath, then disappeared. A couple of seconds later she broke the surface just where she had divided. "It's really dark down there," she said. Then she started a crawl back toward the dock.

We climbed out and sat on the end, I put my arm around her, my cock and balls were shriveled up to baby size. "You really don't mind being cold, do you?" (I was freezing my ass off.)

"We'll get warm inside," she said.

It took a couple of minutes but then the mosquitoes found us. I slapped one that started biting my back, more were buzzing my ears. Maggie jumped up and started running to the cabin-I followed.

We had to dry off and comb out our hair. When I came out she was kneeling on the sofa. "Can we sleep out here?" she asked.

"Sure, help me fold out the bed."

That night, in the moonlight, she kneeled between my knees and sucked me until I was close. Then, when I lifted her head, she stood and walked, straddling me, then began to squat down over my cock.

"No honey, move up here," I said.

She didn't get my meaning. By now she was on her knees, across my hips. I pulled on her ass, urging her forward and she had moved up onto my chest before she realized what I wanted. I pulled the pillow out from under my head and she scooted forward, nestling her crotch in my mouth.

She kneeled, her hands on the back of the sleeper-sofa, as I licked and sucked her pussy. A couple of times she pressed so hard down into my face that I couldn't breathe. I could see up along her stomach and chest, she threw her head back as she came, then looked down at me, her face now in the dark shadow of her hair. I pushed her up so I could talk.

"Turn around," I said.

"What?"

"Turn around so we can..."

She started to giggle. "Ricky...that's...weird..."

"It's called '69'."

She climbed off of me, then settled back down. Just as I made my first tentative lick along her I felt her mouth on my cock head.

I'm afraid that I wasn't able to hold it until she came this time. Somehow, this way the angles were right and my cock fit perfectly in her mouth. She pulled back a couple of times when I pushed too far in (I'd have to talk to her about deep-throat later) but she was really just too great. Her stomach and chest were warm down my torso, her hair, still wet, was cool on my hips and thighs. After only a few minutes I couldn't hold it any longer and started cumming in her mouth.

When my first shot erupted in her mouth she stopped moving, except that she started to suck real hard. I felt her lips massaging as more of my cum filled her mouth. Then she swallowed and I came more as she sort of chewed my dickhead with her lips.

I had my hands on her hips, all I could do was hold her hips as I humped up into her face. I shivered and grunted as the last of my load pumped into her mouth. When I relaxed back, sinking down, she took as much of my cock as she could and held it there, moving her tongue back and forth in her mouth.

"Oh fuck, honey, that was awesome," I croaked.

She let go and I felt her move as she turned her head. "You liked that, huh?"

She rolled to the side off of me, then sat up.

I sat up too and kissed her, then pulled her down on top of me.

"That was kind of gross," she said.

"You didn't like it?"

"I didn't say that," she said, putting a finger on my lips. "It's just, well,...I don't know..."

I laughed and pulled her against me again, kissing her deeply. Then she got up.

"I want a drink of water."

We got up again and, this time, lounged around the cabin for about an hour. I had a book I was reading so, for a while, I read 'A Hitch-Hiker's Guide' to her. I had to explain everything that had happened in the first 42 pages.

Problem was, after she had had a drink, and I got us some more ice cream, I was sitting up on the sleeper-sofa and she was in a chair across from it. While we both laughed at the book, she was quite a distraction-especially when she slouched down and spread her legs, obviously showing off.

As she sat there she reached down and absentmindedly scratched the inside of her thigh, then ran her hand up and down. I stopped reading as I watched her.

She looked up. "Why'd you stop?"

"I'm looking at you-you are absolutely sexy."

"No I'm not," she giggled.

"Yes you are," I said. "Scootch down more and spread you legs wider."

With a smile and a small giggle she did as I asked. Her pussy lips parted, showing her pink clit and her inner lips.

"Spread your lips apart."

She smiled and bit her lip, then reached down with both hands and used her fingers to spread them. She lifted her feet off the floor some also. Her inner lips parted and the reddish-pink opening of her vagina came into view.

"There, how's that?" she said with a sarcastic tone.

"Awesome," I said. "Push your finger inside."

She let go of her crotch and dropped her feet-a look of shock on her face. "What!"

"I want you to put your finger inside yourself."

She looked at me with an incredulous expression. "Why?"

"Because it's super sexy."

Now she giggled. "How is that sexy?"

"Guys love to see girl's do that, we just think it's sexy."

She got a thoughtful expression, looking into the distance, and ran her fingertips along her slit. Then, with fingers from one hand she spread her lips and moved her index finger from the other hand along the opening. She pushed at it but only her fingertip worked in. Then she slid even farther down in the seat and spread her legs further. She worked her fingertip in to the first knuckle.

"You need some lubrication, wet your finger with your mouth."

She pulled her hand away and sniffed her finger. "This is really gross," she said. Then she put her finger in her mouth and worked it in and out a couple of times. She pulled it out and, resetting her hips and legs with her thighs as far apart as they could go, she put her finger at the opening of her cunt. She stared at the ceiling and, spreading her lips, she pushed her finger deep inside herself.

She held still, looking up, then pulled it out. She brought her hand up and smelled her finger. It seemed she came back to Earth and looked up. "There, I did it."

"Do you ever rub yourself?"

"Ricky," she whined with an embarrassed tone, "that's personal."

"Then you do," I said with a laugh.

Now she began to look annoyed. "I guess so. Why?"

"I want to watch you."

Her eyes got big. "What?"

"I want to watch you rub yourself."

"I can't do that...not with you watching!"

"Sure you can, just close your eyes and imagine I'm not here."

"Why do you want me to...I know, 'Because it's sexy'," she rolled her eyes and shoulders.

"Well, it is. Do it for me..."

She looked at me with consternation. She breathed in. "Well, OK, if I have too," she said with a huff.

"Just relax, close your eyes," I said.

She inhaled, then huffed out again, as if she was being put upon. Then she put her hand on her mound and started to massage her sex. She closed her eyes and relaxed some but kept the tension in her face. She moved her hand up and down a few times, not probing in her slit but moving her whole vulva. Then her face started to relax.

She started to move her hand in a circle but then opened her eyes and stopped. She rolled her head toward me. "Ricky, I can't do this...not with someone watching."

"Sure you can," I said in a calm voice. "Just close your eyes and think about what it feels like-imagine you're in your room at home-under your covers."

Again she closed her eyes and started massaging herself. This time she relaxed more and then started to breathe a little more strongly. She lifted her other arm across her chest, putting her hand on her opposite shoulder.

She began to push harder and her middle finger pressed between her lips, opening her some and directly stimulating her clitoris. Then she slowly changed from moving in a circle to moving up and down her slit as a strain began to spread across her body. Over the next minute she became more tense. She didn't have her legs spread wide anymore, they were just far enough apart to allow her hand to work in her crotch. Slowly her face showed more concentration as the muscles in her thighs became ridged. She was breathing in time to her movements as she pushed her head back into the cushion. Her body shook a couple of times and jolts went through her. She squeezed her eyes closed and held her breath, shivering slightly. She lifted her hand.

Then she opened her eyes as she held still, it looked like she was a little disoriented, trying to figure out were she was. She smiled and looked down at me, now relaxed.

"Did you cum?"

She smiled and nodded. "Yeah," she said, a little winded.

"See, it was easy," I said.

She crossed her arms and nodded again. "That was nice."

"Well, keep doing it," I said.

Maggie looked up at the rafters, then back down at me as she moved her hand back to her sex. This time she pushed her finger between her lips and immediately started moving it rapidly up and down. She gradually closed her eyes and, again, she lost track of me and the room.

This time she had her other hand up on her shoulder, against her neck and I watched as she built. Her rubbing became more vigorous; she straightened her knees and started to rock her hips slightly. She spread her legs some as she pushed her heels into the floor and spread her toes. Again little jolts went through her and she made quiet grunting noises in her throat.

She opened her eyes for a moment, holding still, then started fingering herself again. This time she came again in just a few seconds, pointing her feet as her knees quivered and she held her breath, her eyes tightly closed, her lips pursed.

She let out her breath and opened her eyes. She shook her head as if trying to clear it, then looked at me.

"Auh," she groaned. She rolled a bit to own side, then flopped her arms down by her sides. "I just can't do it any more," she said breathlessly. Then, "Oh God," as I slid off the side of the bed, my aching hard cock in my hand.

She grunted, her eyes wide when I shoved inside her preteen pussy. I was amazed to see half my eight inches disappear into the tonsured sex. Maggie threw her arms over her head as my thrust pushed her into the chair, swaying her up and down.

"God, you don't give up, do you?" she said.

I put my hands on hers, extending over her. "Not for a while," I said.

She closed her eyes, rolling with my advances, her face relaxed.

I moved in and out of her like this for over a minute, my cum slow to build this time. Then I put my hands under her shoulders and pulled her toward me as I rocked back onto my heels. Now she was squatting, her thighs on mine, impaled on my dick, our chests clutched together. I put my hands on her ass and lifted, then lowered her light body on me as she helped with her arms around my neck. She leaned back and looked at me, then we kissed, first a peck but then a wet tongue stroking.

Her breath became stronger, she couldn't keep kissing and she was blowing around my lips. Then a tremor went through her and she clung to me as she broke out into a sweat-cumming. I held her, not moving, until it had passed. She blew out.

My cock was still deep inside her, I was supporting most of her weight holding her butt. I lifted her off and gently rolled her to the side. "Here," I said as I let her down, "get on your hands and knees."

Her back shimmered with perspiration, her hair was in strings stuck to her shoulders. I pushed her legs apart with my knees as I got behind her. Her pussy was reddened and swollen, opened from my cock and gleaming with wetness. Above it, her bung hole was a slightly brown pucker. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, then pushed.

"Oh!" she exclaimed when I shoved half my cock inside her. She pushed back against me. "Don't you ever stop?"

"Not yet," I said. I wrapped my hands around her thighs and rocked my dick in and out of her.

Now I was getting along, watching her as I fucked her. At one point I reached around her and rubbed her nipples. She threw her head back and hissed, pushing back against me. I grabbed her hair with one hand, gently pulling her head up while I reached around with the other and fingered her slit.

"Oh fuck, I...I...Oh..." she moaned.

This put me to the brink and I grabbed her hips, shoving inside her and shot my second sperm deep in her preteen sex.

I pushed forward, too deep, hurting her, and she pulled away some, but I held her as I came. I held her like that for only a short time (it was my second round for the night) then we fell forward together, me laying on top of her, as we both caught our breath. I rolled to the side, pulling out. Her slit was full of my white goo. She crawled away from me and up onto the bed, laying down on her stomach, her face in a pillow.

"I can't do anymore," she said into the pillow.

I stumbled to my feet, cum still dripping out of my shrinking cock. "Don't worry, neither can I." I turned off the lights, then lay down with my shoulder on her back, my hand cradling her face. We kissed.

"You are absolutely incredible," I said.

She giggled. "So are you," she said in the dark.

A few minutes later I worked the covers over us and fell asleep.

I woke up in the dark. I had no way of knowing what time it was but, looking out the windows, there was some light in the sky across the lake so, thinking about it, I figured it must be around 4:30. I had a huge hard-on. I rolled against Maggie and pressed it against her butt crack, then rubbed up and down.

She whimpered some, then said, "Ricky,...I'm trying to sleep."

I held still but my dick was still rock hard against her. I unconsciously humped against her again.

"OK," she said and rolled over to face me. "But I'm too sore down there."

She burrowed down under the covers I felt her hands, and then her mouth, on my dick. I was laying on my side, my feet mixed with her thighs and hips, as she sucked me. I petted the back of her head through the covers and, as my drive got more intense, I had to straighten my legs and push forward into her.

I grunted when I unloaded, I know I just shot a teaspoon or so of goo into her mouth and, when she climbed back up, giggling, she said, "Not much, I must have emptied you out."

"Oh yeah," I mumbled.

She rolled out of bed and ran to the bathroom, the light went on. I got up and stood, blinking, in the doorway as she filled, then drained two glasses of water.

"It sort of makes little balls in my mouth," she said. Then she swished water around in her mouth and spat it out in the sink. She opened her mouth and ran a finger around on her tongue, then came out with a little white ball.

"See." She playfully wiped it on my stomach.

"Oh, I need to pee," she said as she danced to the toilet.

"Show me," I said.

She giggled and spread her knees, leaning back on the seat. I watched as a stream of urine shot out from her lips and splashed down into the bowl. It ran for a few seconds, then petered out, A couple of small squirts and she was done. She took some toilet paper and wiped, then got up.

"My turn," I said.

I stood over the commode and pissed into the yellowish, bubbly water. My stream pushed the paper around in the bowl. Maggie stood to the side and watched. When I was done I shook the last drops off, then flushed.

Without saying anything more we went back to bed, cuddled and kissed, then fell asleep again.

The next two and a half days were spent in a complete sexual frenzy. If anyone had ever told me that a nine year old could be such a sex fiend, I would have laughed. I spent the time with a constant case of lover's nuts. If I wasn't fucking, blowing, or being blown by Maggie, she was trying to fuck, blow, or get blown by me.

For the whole of the next morning neither of us put on clothes. As long as we didn't go right down to the lake, or out the road, we were pretty hidden. I made us breakfast, then we fucked on the sofa bed, I did the dishes, then she sucked me to hardness and I fucked her on the kitchen table.

That was really memorable. She was laid out across the table, her pussy at just the right height for me standing. I was able to watch my cock sliding in and out of her preteen pussy, her stiff clit rocking back and forth on top of my dick, her lips pulling out, then pushing in with my thrusts. It being my second fuck in an hour, I simply couldn't get off.

"Oh God, I can't take any more," she moaned after her third orgasm. "You've got to stop, I'll be too sore!"

I pulled out and stood panting, looking at her stretched and reddened pussy. I leaned down to lick it but she grabbed my chin.

"No! I need a break!" she said.

"OK," I panted.

Then she smiled up at me, she had sat up and had her arms around my neck. "Here, turn around and sit down."

I did as she said and she slipped off the table, then pulled up a chair between my feet. She sat down. "Time for my second breakfast."

She leaned forward and took me in her mouth. It took a while, at one point she looked up and complained that her jaw was getting sore, but I finally dribbled what little cum I could into her mouth while arching my back, my ass just on the edge of the table. I bent forward, holding her head against me as she swallowed my goo. Then I leaned back, trying to catch my breath.

"I think we're both tired," I said.

"Yeah," she said, cradling my softening member in her hands.

Later in the day we put on our bathing suits and paddled out in the lake in the canoe. Maggie wanted to explore the island, I had promised her that I'd take her out a couple of days earlier.

As soon as we were away from the dock, moving around the end of the island, away from the other cabins, she looked around. "Nobody's around," she said.

"It's Friday. A few people 'ill start to show up this evening, then there'll be a people around tomorrow."

"Then I'd better take advantage," she said and pulled off her top. She lifted up in the seat, I had to steady the canoe, and slipped her bottoms off. Then she turned around in the seat, facing me, and spread her legs. "You don't mind paddling, do you."

"Not with such beautiful sights."

We were around on the back side of the island now and I shipped my paddle. "Move to the middle seat," I said.

The canoe rocked some as she had to climb over a thwart and the seat. Once she was settled, I carefully stood up and looked around-no one in site. I stepped over the thwart in front of my seat, then bent down, putting my hands on either side of the canoe to steady it as I knelt down. Maggie kissed me but then I pushed her back. She leaned back, her shoulders on the forward thwart, and I leaned down and started eating her pussy.

It was really wonderful, the sun was warm on my back and neck, her pussy was soft and slick on my lips and tongue. She lifted her feet, hanging them over the sides as she started to hump into my face. The site of her in the sun, flat chest, smooth stomach and belly, hairless prepubescent cunt, was intoxicating. Many times I've regretted that digital cameras didn't exist in the early 80's, I wish I had pictures of her and (if you'll remember) VHS cameras were bulky, heavy, expensive and rare.

This time her moans grew into almost screams as she came while I circled her red clit with my tongue. I knew she was still sore, so I didn't finger her at the same time.

She refused to put her suit back on while we explored the island, only wearing her shoes and, when we were on the side facing the cabins, I'm pretty sure some people may have seen her but, being over 300 yards away, they may not have realized she was naked unless they used binoculars.

After we finished exploring we got back in the canoe, but Maggie still refused to put on her suit. I paddled around the undeveloped east side of the lake, casting into small inlets and under promising looking roots while she lay in the bottom, working on her tan.

After about 40 minutes I hooked something big and, as I carried on a spirited battle with a small mouth bass, she scrambled back into her seat-not wanting to share the bottom of the canoe with a fish.

I landed to lovely bugger and we declared him dinner. He went on a stringer off the stern but Maggie didn't want to lay down in the fish slime and occasional scales that were now in the bottom of the canoe. With great reluctance she put her suit back on and we paddled back to the dock. I finished the roof while Maggie finished her tan-again laying out on the dock. But, with the canoe on the dock on one side and the boat on the other side, she was pretty well hidden. She made a wonderful site from the roof however.

I was a little worried when a runabout started up and began pulling a skier around, but they only whizzed by once.

We had bass and potatoes for dinner, then I spent the rest of the evening reading to her. That night we spent on the sofa-sleeper again. She was recovered enough for a really gentle screw, her on top.

On Saturday we went for a walk down the county road and in the woods around the cabin. I spotted one of the pot plants Grandma nurtured around the place and, that evening (our last together) we got high and fucked in a dozen different positions around the place. Over the evening a came three times, once missionary style, once doggy style, and finally in a 69 while I licked my own sperm out of her.

The next morning we had to leave by 9 as I'd promised Mom we'd be home for lunch. Maggie's flight was at 3:20. Donna was already home with Grandma and we all went to an IHOP for lunch. Donna was positively sweet to her little cousin. Maggie hugged and kissed me before she went out to the plane, I think I saw her wiping her face on the way to the stairs.

That evening, Donna had me fill in some of the details of what Maggie had told her about our time at the lake-she found it all very amusing. Then she told me about her time with some of Clair's and Grandma's younger friends. She finished by saying that she was now a 'confirmed lesbian'.

My bed was awfully lonely that night.

Footnote

We all got together in LA for Christmas that year. I was going to stay in a hotel with my Dad, his wife and Donna but I was pleasantly surprised when Aunt Darla insisted that I stay with her and Maggie. "Maggie wouldn't hear of any other arrangements."

When we got back to their apartment after a dinner out, Maggie took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

"You'll be sleeping in here with me," she said.

"I know it's only a single," my Aunt said from the door, "but, considering what Maggie told me, I guess you'll be pretty cuddled up."

I was in total shock. My Aunt wanting me to sleep with her ten year old daughter (Maggie's birthday is in November).

She was a little taller but still completely a girl. We spent the next three nights in quiet bliss.

The next time I saw Maggie she was fourteen-and it was not a happy occasion. A neighbor had gone by to check on Grandma and found her sitting in a chair in the living room. The Coroner listed her death as 'natural causes'. The night of the funeral we spent together in my old bedroom in Duluth but I needed to get back to my job in Minneapolis the next day. We were both sad as we quietly made love. Afterwards we talked in the dark. Maggie cried and I don't know whether she realized I had a few tears in my eyes too.

Still, I was pleased by the full breasts, but I didn't like the brown curls.

Since then I've only seen her a couple of times. I've watched her children grow through to pictures on Christmas cards.