"There's one thing I didn't imagine," Jerry finally spoke. "Something I know for sure."
"What's that?" Marsha asked.
"When I was fucking Sis I noticed it right away," Jerry said. "I tried to tell you, but never got the chance."
"Yeah?"
"Sis wasn't cherry," Jerry told Marsha. "Her cunt felt just like yours when my prick was in it. She's been fucked before."
"Hmmmm," Marsha replied after a moment of thought, "looks like little Linda has as much to hide as we do. Maybe more, if the kinky number she laid on us today is a sample of where she's really at. She knew just what she was doing, that's for sure. God, what I'd give to know the whole story!"
"Leave me out of it," a frowning Jerry hissed. "I feel like I've dodged the bullets from a firing squad. I'm going back to being normal."
"Suit yourself," Marsha told her cousin. Then she warned him, "Just don't get in my way. It may be over for you, but it's just the beginning for me."
Jerry took a deep breath to brace himself, then got up and left without looking back. But all he saw ahead was trouble.
CHAPTER THREE
Marsha just had to know the truth about Linda. At first she asked around school in an attempt to pick up some information about her supposedly innocent cousins secret life. But as far as anybody knew, Linda was as pure as the driven snow.
It didn't take long for Marsha to conclude that she was just going to have to go right to Linda if she wanted the truth. This was easier said than done, though. Linda was such a puzzle, so unpredictable. But Marsha was determined to get at the facts. When she saw Linda sitting by herself in the school library she decided to make her move.
Marsha went to where her cousin was studying and took a chair on the other side of the table. Her nose in a book, Linda didn't look up, even when Marsha cleared her throat.
"I've got to talk to you," Marsha finally whispered.
Linda ignored her.
In frustration Marsha drummed her fingers on the tabletop. Linda went on reading. Marsha realized she had to take the direct approach, force her cousin to pay attention to her.
She took a piece of paper from her notebook and wrote a message on it. Then she passed it across the table so that Linda couldn't read her book without seeing it.
The note said, "Jerry says you weren't cherry when he fucked you. I believe him. You knew what you were doing the other day. Let's be friends and talk about it."
Linda read the message without changing her expression. Then she crumpled it into a ball and dropped it into her purse. After that she got up and walked toward the restroom. When she briefly lingered at the door and shot a glance back at the table, an excited Marsha jumped up and followed her.
When Marsha entered the small bathroom her cousin was already in the single stall.
"I'll wait until you're through," she called to Linda when she heard the toilet flush.
The door to the stall swung open.
Marsha saw her cousin sitting on the toilet, her skirt and panties down. However, the flush had just been a device to attract attention. For Linda could not have been actually using the toilet for its normal purpose, since the lid was closed and supporting her bare ass.
Marsha didn't know what to think. She started to say something, but swallowed her words in surprise at what her cousin did next.
Linda kicked away her skirt and panties. Then, nude from the waist down, she spread her thighs so her hairless cunt was showing. She fingered her pussy lips apart.
As she stared between her cousin's legs, Marsha's own cunt began to tingle. From there it got warm and sticky.
"Are… are you telling me you want me to get it on with you?" Marsha gulped.
Linda didn't say anything. She didn't have to. Her inviting pussy told the story.
"I've done a lot of things," Marsha muttered, as much to herself as to her spread-legged cousin. "But I've never really made it with another chick."
Linda just kept sitting there, showing her shaved cunt.
Marsha laughed nervously. "But I guess, down deep, I've always had some dyke in me," she said.
Marsha moved toward the stall. She was so turned-on by now that she could hear her wet pussy squish every time she took a step.
Then she was there, standing before Linda. Marsha dropped to her knees. Now she was so close to her cousin's cunt that she could smell it. As her nostrils flared from the sweet scent of another girl's pussy, Marsha hungrily licked her lips.
"Got to eat it," Marsha panted.
Linda nodded in agreement.
Marsha lowered her face between her cousin's open thighs. Now her eyes were full of nothing but cunt. Her cousin's smooth pussy was the most gorgeous thing she had even seen.
Flicking her tongue out, Marsha treated herself to her first taste of someone else's pussy. It was like a drug, a drug so powerful that addiction was immediate.
Marsha drew her tongue down Linda's gash, from clit to asshole, then back up again. When her cousin sighed with pleasure, Marsha was completely sure that she was doing the right thing.
Now it was full-steam ahead. Marsha sealed Linda's cunt with her mouth, then forced her fat tongue into her cousin's delicious pussy slit.
"Ooooh, that's it," Linda moaned out loud speaking for the first time. "More, more! Fuck my pussy with your beautiful, long tongue."
Marsha made her tongue as stiff as it could get, then she pumped it like an oral cock in her cousin's cunt. Linda's pussy juice oozed in response. Marsha gulped down all the female honey she could. What she didn't swallow drooled down her chin.
Now Linda grabbed ahold of Marsha's hair. She jogged Marsha's head at the crux of her thighs, forcing the tongue-thrusts as deep as possible in her boiling pussy. It could only be a matter of seconds before Linda came.
"My pussy feels like it's going to explode in your mouth," Linda announced.
Marsha drove her tongue as far as it would go into her cousin's cunt. Then she slowly withdrew it as Linda's came, unleashing a tide of hot pussy juice.
The pussy juice spilled down Marsha's throat. She couldn't get enough of her cousin's sweet female cum. And Linda provided plenty of it, climaxing for almost a full minute.
When it was over, both cousins knew the lull was only temporary. They lusted for one another like a pair of hard-core lesbians, all-girl sex coming as naturally to them as breathing.
Now it was Marsha's turn to strip. She stood before her seated cousin and pulled her sweater over her head. She wore no bra and the nipples of her bare tits were so red it seemed as if she had colored them with lipstick.
Linda reached out to feel her cousin's perfect tits but Marsha stopped her.
"Don't touch me yet," Marsha puffed. "Let me tease you a little bit first. Get you so hot you can't stand it."
Linda eagerly nodded. "Go ahead," she panted. "Drive me crazy with your body."
Marsha's hands slid down to her waist. She unfastened her jeans with tantalizing slowness, seeming to lower the zipper a notch at a time.
Her panties showed at last. They were skimpy bikinis, slung so low that a fringe of pussy hair showed above the elastic. Marsha shook her hips and the jeans fell all the way down her legs. She stepped out of them, completely naked, except for her tight panties.
The sheer fabric of those panties hugged Marsha's crotch so snugly that the outline of her cunt was beautifully obvious. She rubbed herself through the clinging yellow nylon until it was darkened by a spreading stain of pussy juice.
Now Marsha tugged the bottom of her panties up into her gash. Popping into the open, her pussy lips glistened and throbbed. Puffs of brown hair bristled at the hollows of her crotch.
Marsha worked the ribbon of her panties in the groove of her cunt until the juice was running down her inner thighs. "If I keep this up," she chuckled, "damned if I'm not gonna make myself come."