Cousin Becky Ch. 4byjacksgirl©
Memory is a funny thing. I'm sitting here in a pizza joint and it's dark and sleeting outside. I'm twenty one years old, in my third year of college, and sitting here with a few friends. It's Thanksgiving night, and we're the few who didn't go home for the holiday or have no home to go to. Someone walked in the door and yelled, "Frankie, you in here?" and suddenly I was back on the farm.
It was a hot summer afternoon, and my cousin Frankie and I were in the hay loft in the barn. If you've never been in a hay loft, it's like an open attic in a barn. You climb a ladder to get there and it's rather warm. But I was sucking Frankie's cock, which was just about my favorite thing to do. We'd fucked a few times, but then worried since we are cousins and didn't want to get caught. So every time he had the urge and I was doing nothing else anyway, we'd sneak to some out of the way place on the farm and I'd suck him off.
"Frankie, you in here?" it was his Dad. "Have you seen Becky?"
"Ah, yeah, Dad, we're up here."
Well, I don't have to tell you how we were scrambling to put ourselves in order. I still had my clothes on, but he was trying to stuff his shirt into his jeans and fasten them at the same time while stumbling to the ladder. We both climbed down just as quickly as we could to see Uncle Jacob standing there. If people could blow up, he looked like he was just about ready.
"What the hell were you kids doing up there? You're not having intercourse, are you? You know you can't do that. I'll not have that kind of behavior on my place."
"No, Dad, we weren't having intercourse. Becky was just, ah…sucking me off." His voice just kinda trailed off into a whisper.
"Frankie. You can't be doing that with your cousin. But I guess at your age, all you think about all day is your hard cock. Well, run down to Fred Johnson's place, he's going to put you to work for the afternoon. Maybe some hard work in the sun will get your mind off your pecker."
"Yes, Dad." And Frankie just walked out the door. I knew it wasn't going to be that easy for me.
For one thing, I'm the girl; not the daughter, mind you, the niece. And ever since shortly after I got here after my parents' death, Uncle Jacob has found a reason or excuse to paddle my behind nearly every day. Of course, he did that to Aunt Marjorie, too. He firmly believed that women had to be kept in their place by frequent spankings. Didn't even matter what for. Only now, I'd really been caught doing something bad.
"You come over here, young lady." He led me to the workbench, told me to undo my jeans and bend over. There was a pole on the opposite side, which I hung onto for dear life, because I knew what was coming. He pulled down my jeans and my panties and said, "I don't want to see you wearing jeans anymore. You need to wear cotton dresses."
"Yes, sir." He picked up a leather strap that was kept at the workbench; I think just for this purpose and started beating my ass and the tops of my thighs with it.
"I knew it was going to be a mistake having you here when you two got older. Well, I'm going to see to it that Frankie is kept busy doing farm work and you I am going to confine in the house. I don't want you two to even see each other until I can find a school that I can send you to and get you out of my house. Understand?"
Well, I was sobbing because this is really starting to hurt, but I said 'Yes, sir' in between sobs and then he was done.
In the coming weeks, I never saw Frankie at all. And I was confined to the house to "help" Aunt Marjorie. And if Uncle Jacob needed an excuse to spank me in the past, this pretense was long gone. My jeans and shorts were long gone, also, and whenever he had a mind to; when Frankie is gone who knows where and Aunt Marjorie is outside hanging clothes, Uncle Jacob would come into the kitchen for a cold drink and say, "Becky, come here." I would come to him and immediately bend over the table or counter or chair or whatever he would indicate, because I knew it was time for him to beat my ass again.
Most of the time he would use a wooden paddle. And if he were out in the fields all day so he never had a chance for my daily spanking, he would administer it in the evening after coming in, cleaning up, and having supper.
He got me to confess that Frankie and I had indeed had intercourse a few times several months ago, but it was apparent I was not pregnant, which was a great relief to us all, but I no longer had a doubt that I would be punished daily.
Within a few weeks I was accepted to a college in a neighboring state, beginning to receive monthly checks from my parents' insurance, and before I knew it, I was packing to be sent off to school.
That last morning, he must've known he'd never see me again, because that spanking was especially severe, and by the time he took me to town and I was getting on the train, he didn't come right out and say, "Don't come back." But the unspoken words hung in the air. I would not be welcomed here. I lugged my two suitcases onto the train, and found a seat just as it was pulling away from the station.
Sitting down was the hardest part. There was no possible position for me to sit that wasn't painful. And I noticed the conductor looking at me a bit funny. I thought he would say something, but he didn't. Only he was nice to me the whole trip.
So, now for the past three years, I've been living at school, studying hard, getting good grades and working part time. I get monthly checks, but since I never go anywhere for holidays and such, I work at the school to fill in the time.
Anyway, here I was, sitting in the pizza joint with some friends, having a few beers and pizza. Rick and Laura decided they were going back to her place, and I was just left there with Steve.
I've known Steve since I first got here, and he's the closest thing to a real friend I have. Only I never told him much about my childhood. He knows about my parents, of course. And he knows I have no where to go on holidays and vacations, but I've never really filled in the blanks for him. I suddenly realized I was still looking out the window as he was talking to me.
"You haven't heard a word, have you?"
"Uh, no, I'm sorry. I was back in time so to speak." He didn't say anything for awhile. Then, "You know, Becky, anytime you really want to, or need to talk, I'm here. And non-judgmental, just as a friend. I'm here to listen."
Well, I almost broke down and bawled, but I don't cry much anymore. Guess I did all my crying when it counted.
Then he was saying, "Um, you know, I see the way you look at Rick."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't give me that innocent act. You look at Rick like you wish you could eat him right on the spot."
"Don't be ridiculous. He's got Laura."
"And that's the problem, isn't it? Laura's your friend, but if you could, you'd want Rick for yourself."
"Steve, I can't believe you're even saying that." But I could feel my cheeks redden.
"Why don't you fall in love with me, Becky? I've loved you since we first met. You have a dynamite little body, all the right curves, and the most spankable rounded ass I've ever seen. Plus you're fun to be with, and we always have a good time together."
We were getting our coats and he was holding the door for me. "You need a ride, don't you?"
"Yeah, I walked here." I have money, but I'm saving up for my own apartment, so I can move out of the dorm.
I was walking out with him; he was holding his car door open for me when I suddenly said, "Wait a minute. Why would you say I have a spankable ass?"
"Because you do. It's got the neatest shape to it. Just makes me want to turn you over my knee. You know, there is a group of us here who do that for each other."
"Do what? Spank each other?"
"Well, yeah, but it's not dirty or anything. And not like a Club if that's what you think. But sometimes if you just feel like someone should give you a spanking, we know who to call. Personally, I don't want to be on the receiving end, though some guys do. I'm always on the giving end. If you know what I mean."
He had this twinkle in his eye. We were driving through town and I just couldn't believe I was having this conversation.
"By the way, you going back to the dorm?"
"Well, I should, but no one's there and it's really depressing."
"OK, then come to the frat house with me. No one's there either."
"No one's given me a spanking in three years. But my uncle used to do that a lot. I think it's taken this long just for my ass to heal."
"Do you miss it?"
His question just hung there. I was thinking hell no. But inside, part of me was thinking, yeah, I hate to admit it, but I guess I do. Well, I thought I was talking to myself, but I must've been thinking aloud, cos he said, "Ok." Then I thought ok what? And made sure I didn't say that aloud.
It was coming down as freezing rain, and we were soaked just walking from the car to the house. He let me into a nice warm kitchen. We removed our shoes and coats and he led me upstairs. This was a nice big place, and he was right. No one else was here. Upstairs he said, "You can take a hot shower if you want to warm up, I'll give you a tee shirt or something you can put on."
That was a heavenly idea. And when I came out of the shower, put an oversized tee shirt on and headed back to the den, he was just sitting in a chair reading.
"You look like you feel better anyway."
"Yeah, thanks. At least I'm warmer."
"Ok, then get on your knees in front of that chair." I was sitting in a chair on his left, and at first I wanted to protest loudly, but thought, ok, why not? At least he won't be as vicious as Uncle Jacob was.
I got on my knees, my upper body lying on the seat of the chair; I grabbed the back of it and held on. I didn't know if he'd known I had no panties on, but he certainly did now!
He seemed to produce a paddle from nowhere and the first hit was more of a surprise than anything. "So, you have the hots for Rick, do you?" Whack! Whack! He hit my ass 5 times. "No, not really the hots."
"Don't lie to me Becky." He hit my ass 5 more times. "Tell me what you like about him."
"Ah, he's cute, and he's masculine. And he looks at me like he likes me."
"But he's Laura's guy."
"Yeah, I know." Whack, Whack, he hit my ass some more.
"If Laura weren't around you'd be after him big time, wouldn't you?"
"Don't lie, Becky. Tell me how much you want Rick." Whack whack, he didn't hit with quite as much of a vengeance like Uncle Jacob did, but it was hard enough to bring tears to my eyes.
"Yes, if Laura weren't around. I'd want to suck his big cock." Whack! Whack! "Well, Becky, why don't you ever want to suck my big cock? I'm the one who wants you." He gave me three more swats and then stopped.
I said, "Do you really want me to suck you off? I haven't done that in a really long time."
"Why, do you think you forgot how?" I smiled. "No, I don't think I forgot. It used to be my favorite thing to do. It's just been a long time is all."
I turned and he had his legs spread apart, and was pulling his hard cock out of the fly in his sweatpants. Not only his cock, but his whole scrotum as well. I encircled the base of it with my left hand and began stroking it with the fingertips on my right hand. "Oh, "he was moaning. And soon I was licking and kissing and then pulling his cock into my mouth.
I really do enjoy this and once I get that nice suction going, I want to hummmm… and set up some kind of vibration. Frankie used to love that. And it looked like Steve did as well. "Ok, Baby, suck on my balls for awhile." Well, I'd never really done that before, but I tilted my head underneath and suctioned his balls together into my mouth. This was different, but he was certainly enjoying it.
He was holding my head steady, though not in a hurtful way. Just firm, like I wasn't to go anywhere. And I suddenly heard soft footsteps behind me. "Don't stop, sweetheart, until you get your reward." Well, I knew what he was talking about, and it wasn't like I was going to stop. Then he spoke to someone who was standing behind me.
"Yeah, she's one of the best little cocksuckers I've ever met. Really enjoying it." The other guy mumbled something and though I didn't stop what I was doing, I thought, that almost sounds like Rick.
"That's it; give her a nice pussy massage. Yeah, she'll like that." Whoever it was was running his fingers and thumbs around my ass, my pussy and stroking my pussy lips. Oh, I think I'm going to cum right on this guy's hand.
Steve said, "Ok, I think she's ready." Before I knew it, while I was sucking Steve, Rick was back there sticking his cock into my pussy. Part of me wanted to protest about this, but it did feel so good, and he was pumping his cock into me. I've only been fucked about three or four times, so this felt really good and tight. And Rick seemed to read my thoughts.
"Oh, yeah, she's good and tight. I'm about to cum in her now." Steve said, "Yeah, me too." I couldn't believe it, but as Rick's cum was shooting into my pussy, Steve's cum was shooting into my mouth. I was swallowing it, and licking the drops from the corners of my mouth. Oh, he tasted salty and sweet at the same time, and it was really good.
"Looks like our little girl is having a good time."
"Yeah, what happened? I thought you were staying with Laura for the night."
"Well, she wanted to get some sleep; she's headed to her folks' in the morning. I thought I'd drive into the city for the weekend. Do you want to ride along?"
"Ah, no, everyone is riding, and I think I'll just stay here for the weekend."
By this time, I was just sitting on the floor between these two listening to the conversation. "How about you, Becky? You going anywhere?"
"No, I'm just going to stay here." And Steve looked at me and gave me that knowing smile that says, 'me too.'