Marion's Cousin

** A Sequel to 'Marion's Bedroom' **

Ten days after I had been nearly killed while riding my motorcycle, I stood in the local Harley Davidson dealer showroom. I enviously checked out a new Fat Boy model. The sleek crotch rocket was painted in gleaming black with red trim and priced over $29,000.00.

Even if I could have afforded the hefty price tag, I wasn't in the market for a new bike. I was merely waiting for my friend, Robert Simmons, to pick me up after I dropped my eight year old Heritage Softail Classic off for servicing.

The visit was necessary to repair the damage caused by a lightning bolt that blew me off it when it struck a nearby tree.

A few minutes later, Robert's SUV rolled up and stopped outside the dealership.

Nearing the vehicle, I was surprised to see it was not being driven by Robert, but rather his eighteen year old twin sister Marion. Another young woman accompanied her.

As I settled into the backseat and buckled up, Marion spoke. "Robert is helping my dad out today and asked me to come for you."

Nodding to her passenger, she said, "Trent Gallow, meet my cousin, Kristi Simmons. Kristi is staying with us while her mother is in the hospital."

From my position directly behind Marion, I could easily check out her cousin.

She was an attractive, chubby version of Marion. Her ash blond hair was pulled back in a pony tail and she had the same hazel eyes as her cousin. The similarities were striking enough that they could have passed for sisters.

Watching her ample bosom in profile from the back seat, I was instantly reminded of the hours that followed my near death experience, just ten days prior.

The frightening episode had occurred outside Marion's bedroom. Marion and her friend Karen had come to my rescue.

I smiled as I recalled the next several sex filled hours, spent with the two young women in Marion's bed. The most fateful part of it was when Marion surrendered her virginity to me. Afterward, she made it clear that she hoped there would more encounters in the future.

"Let me know if you need a ride to pick your bike up." Marion offered as she dropped me at my place.

"That would be great." I replied. "It will be ready tomorrow afternoon."

"We'll pick you up at 2:30. By the way, I went on the pill a few days ago. I'll be safe by Monday."

My astonished look, first at her and then at Kristi, spurred Marion to say, "I told Kristi everything that happened. We have no secrets."

True to their word, they showed up the next day at the agreed time. On the way to the Harley shop, Marion asked for a return favour the next day.

"Kristi will need a ride to visit her mom tomorrow. Would you be able to give her a lift?"

"No problem if she is okay to ride on the back of my bike."

"That sounds like fun." Kristi chimed in. "Could you pick me up after lunch?"

"See you then." I said as I exited the vehicle.

A little after two the next day, Robert and Marion's mother answered the door at the Simmons' home.

My penis reacted the way it always had every time I encountered the stunning forty something year old blond goddess.

Michelle Simmons stood before me wearing a peasant blouse and tight fitting shorts. Truthfully my aroused reaction would not have been different if she was clad in an old oversized potato sack. The enduring image of accidentally seeing her naked two years before would always be the way I saw her, particularly in my nightly masturbation activities.

On that occasion, she emerged naked from her bathroom as I passed by her open bedroom door. It was a few moments before she turned and saw me mesmerized, unable to move away.

It was only after a few seconds of seeing her in all her full frontal naked beauty, that she turned away in an unhurried retreat to her dressing room.

Michelle never spoke of it, but often smiled at me coyly when no one else was around. I was smitten with my friend's beautiful mother from that day forward.

"Hi Trent. Kristi will be right with you. Thank you so much for helping out."

I smiled nervously, as I realized she could almost certainly see the bulge in my shorts. Turning away to conceal the effect she was having on me would probably only make it more obvious and embarrass me further.

No doubt she already knew I had a major crush on her and exactly what effect she had on me.

I was relieved when Marion and her cousin appeared.

Kristi undid her ponytail and shook her shoulder length hair loose before she donned the helmet I handed her. She adjusted her back pack and I noted that the shoulder straps framed her ample breasts, pushing them together beneath her white tee shirt. She was braless and her nipples were prominently displayed.

It stirred me to think they would be pressed into my back on the ride to and from the hospital. I was further aroused by the subtle scent of the perfume or body wash she used.

Kristi was just another one of the Simmons women who had the same affect on me..... an uncomfortable bulge in my boxers.

When her arms were tightly wrapped around me, I fired up my Harley and we departed.

It was a perfect summer day. While I waited outside the hospital, I used the time to polish the chrome on my bike.

Later, on the return trip to my friends home, a sudden cloud burst drenched us and my fear of another brush with death from a lightning strike almost brought on a panic attack.

As Kristi dismounted at the Simmons' house, it took her a moment to realize that her amazing breasts were on full display, courtesy of her sheer white wet tee shirt.

By the time her modesty had been restored, I had already plotting to find a way to kiss and fondle those plump beauties.

I used Robert's bathroom to clean up and dry off. A search through his closet yielded flannel shorts and a tee shirt that fit me fairly well. I took a pass on rummaging through his underwear drawer and went commando.

No one else appeared to be home as I made myself comfortable on the love seat in the rec room.

Kristi eventually reappeared wearing a short bathrobe, her wet hair wrapped in a towel.

My arousal was renewed as I checked out her shapely legs and petite feet. She plopped down beside me on the love seat, close enough for our legs to touch.

She made no effort to create space between us, and I was emboldened to lean toward her and kiss her sensuous lips tenderly.

Her soft lips responded, encouraging me to embrace her and up the intensity by flicking my tongue against her lips.

When I felt her body melt into mine, I slipped my hand inside her robe and caressed her warm soft breast. Kristi moaned when I pinched her sensitive nipple. She undid the sash, allowing her robe to fall open and drew my head to her breast to suck on her hardening nipple.

I soon set my sight on the neatly trimmed blond landing strip, intent on savouring the juices leaking from her inviting pussy.

That plan was thwarted when she slid her hand up the inside of my thigh under my shorts. She gasped when her fingers reached my already erect penis.

"Take your shorts off. I want to see it." She said, eagerly helping me out of the flannel garment.

"Ohhh Marion was right. It is a beauty." she purred. "I want it inside me."

Kristi stood and let her bathrobe fall to the floor. "Get behind me." she demanded as she bent over the end of the loveseat.

I needed no further encouragement and lined my cock up to enter her. She moaned again as I pushed my throbbing member in deep.

Kristi was very vocal as I began thrusting into her tight love canal. When I sensed her orgasm approaching, my own control ebbed and I spurted my load deep inside her.

As I felt my orgasm subsiding, a reflected movement in the wall mirror caught my attention.

Michelle Simmons was standing in the doorway behind us.

I have no idea how long Marion's mother had been there, but when I looked over my shoulder, she was gone. Kristi never knew she was there watching. I wasn't going to tell her.

My schedule was quite hectic for the next few days. I got a call from Marion on Wednesday, asking that I once again drop Kristi off for a hospital visit with her mother.

That request was followed by a specific instruction to come back and meet in her bedroom.

I let myself in to Marion's boudoir, The room dimly lit, with my friend's sister lying on her bed in a sexy silk kimono.

As I stood beside the bed, Marion slowly undressed me until I was left wearing only my boxers. When she eventually pulled them down, my erection sprang out, almost smacking her in the face.

She fondled my shaft and sack, as I pleaded with her to take it into her sweet mouth. Marion extended her tongue to capture a trickle of precum just before it dripped off the tip.

Eager to please her, I opened her kimono and went on a quest to savour her sweet nectar. We soon found a comfortable 69 position with her gyrating above me and proceeded to pleasure each other orally.

As I increased the stimulation to her clit, she was lost in her own ecstasy, temporarily pausing the blow job that had started this erotic encounter.

That was okay with me, because even though the last time wearing a condom was amazing, my goal was to fuck her bareback and deposit my load deep into her incredible pussy.

When I thought she was getting close, I found her rosebud and pushed the tip of my finger into her puckered opening. My timing must have been impeccable, because Marion trashed and moaned louder and longer than I would have ever thought possible.

She held me tightly as her vital signs returned to near normal. Eventually she spoke as she rose to her knees, "Get behind me. Sometime, I would like to try anal, but now I want you to fuck me doggy style."

The thought of sliding my cock into her fine ass almost put me over the edge. That was something to look forward to indeed.

Marion guided me into her almost virgin pussy. We started with a slow tempo as I held her shapely hips and rocked against her. Soon the cadence increased and evolved into a wild thrashing frenzy. As I felt the excitement rising in me, Marion yelled out and came again, just before I unleashed spurt after spurt into her throbbing womb.

We collapsed onto the bed with me on top, still fully buried inside her. It was several minutes before I softened and slipped out.

Later as I was sitting on my motorcycle about to leave, Michelle pulled up in her Boxster convertible and stopped beside me.

"Would you be available to help me this weekend?

"Sure Mrs. Simmons. What do you need?"

"Call me Michelle. I have ordered a green house kit and will need help assembling it. Marion is taking Kristi and her mother home on Friday. Robert and my husband are away on a business trip. They will be away all weekend.

I'd like to get started by ten. It will probably be a two day job."

The last thing I saw before she drove into the garage, was that mischievous smile that fueled my fantasies for the last two years.

Saturday could not come soon enough.