Holly's Party Ch. 2

After getting the beer, there wasn't anything else for me to do to prepare for the party. I decided that cooling off in the lake sounded like a really good idea at that point, so I grabbed a raft and dove off the end of the dock. Holly stood on the bank, visibly debating, until I asked her to bring me a beer (I even said please). She filled both our cups again and walked out to the end of the dock as I swam back to retrieve my frosty malt beverage.

When she bent down to hand me my beer, her loose oversized t-shirt fell open giving me a breathtaking view of delicious cleavage. I managed to avoid being caught ogling her as I took a big swig of beer. "Water's nice today," I informed her as I watched her over the rim of my cup. She took the (not-so-subtle) hint and grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt, pulling it up over her head. I, of course, used the obstruction to her view to admire the wonderfully hard body barely hidden by her bikini. How I longed for just a clear look at what was covered by those small triangles of fabric. But alas, I could only catch covert glimpses when she wasn't looking.

The party began soon after, when Holly's friend April arrived with her boyfriend and several others. Before long, we had a full-blown bash going on as the liquor flowed and inhibitions lowered. I wandered the party throughout the night, talking and drinking my way from group to group. Throughout the course of the night, however, my eyes kept drifting back to my cousin's lush body. She'd already been swimming and had thankfully decided not to put her t-shirt back on over the bikini. Her tanned skin glowed in the fire's light, and I could feel my cock start to stiffen in my shorts as I remembered the sight of her body in the shower.

I decided it was probably a good time to go jump in the lake to cool off and hide the large bulge in my shorts, so I grabbed a raft and took the plunge. The water was about as close to perfect as it could get, nice and cool on a hot summer night. I clambered up onto the raft and retrieved my beer from the dock, then began lazily kicking my way out a bit further into the water.

My relaxation was cut short by hands grabbing the raft and twisting it out from under me, dunking me (and my beer) into the water. I came back up spluttering, to see Samantha, one of Holly's friends, grinning wickedly just a foot away from me.

"You looked like you could use some cooling off," she giggled.

"Gee, thanks" I replied as we both reached for the raft at the same time, our bodies brushing together underwater. "You do realize that you dumped my beer in the water?"

"So what? The fish can get drunk too," she said as she (accidentally? yeah, right) pressed her body against mine as she tried to climb up on the raft.

"Actually, I was thinking about the alcohol abuse you committed," I stated as I wrestled with her for the raft, our nearly naked bodies writhed together.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" she laughed as we both tumbled off the raft, hopelessly entwined together, our faces only inches apart.

"Well, maybe I should do this," I said as I leaned forward and kissed her, wrapping my arm around her waist and drawing her body against mine. She complied by wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I could feel the odd sensation of the barbell in her pierced tongue flicking against my own as my free hand (one was holding the raft to keep us both above-water) slid down her bare back to grab her ass, pulling her into my now-prominent bulge. One of her hands left my neck to work at the button on my cut-off jeans, upping the stakes of this little surprise interlude. I let my hand make the natural progression from her ass to her lycra-covered pussy, my fingers pushing aside the fabric to stroke her slit as she finally managed to pop open my fly and slid her hand inside to wrap her fingers around my aching cock, pulling it out and stroking it a few times.

We both managed to accidentally let our heads slip underwater during this fast foreplay, and the water closing over my head brought me to my senses enough to take a look up at the shore to the party that was still in full swing. Happily, we were far enough out in the dark to be outside the bonfire's light that none of the drunks up by the fire had a clue that we were about to fuck in the water just beyond their sight.

Samantha reached down between us and pulled her suit to the side as I worked my jean shorts down over my hips. I gasped as I felt my cock touch her opening for the first time, the sensitive spot just under the head of my prick dragging across her skin. She placed the head of my cock in the opening to her cunt as I pushed forward, but the water had washed away all of our lubricating juices, making it feel as if we were trying to dry-fuck. I grimaced as we both tried to work my cock into her, the skin pulling as I tried to push it inside. Then with a sudden shove, she slammed herself onto me and I groaned aloud, feeling the heat of her sex cover my raging cock. Our lips met again for a savage, passionate kiss as our bodies hunched together, her pubic mound grinding into me as she rode my cock hard. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod..." she grunted as her entire body froze, her legs and arms squeezing me so hard that I could barely breathe as I continued to slam my cock into her, feeling my own orgasm rising. She kept riding out a long continuous orgasm as I pounded her harder, my hand on her ass clutching her to me as the crest washed over me and my body started convulsively bucking as I pumped my seed into her.

"Lady, that was fucking incredible," I gasped after we'd both taken a moment to catch our collective breath.

"Yeah, that was even better than I'd hoped it would be," she whispered into my ear as I pulled my softening prick out of her. "I think I'd better go check on Jerry, he was over in the bushes puking about 15 minutes ago."

It suddenly dawned on me that Sam had showed up with a date, I'd seen the guy doing shots with some of the more hardcore drinkers. "Oh shit, is he your boyfriend now?" I gaped as she adjusted her suit.

"I don't know, depends on whether he's able to give me any satisfaction tonight," she said. I could actually hear her grin.

"Well keep me in mind if he doesn't," I quipped as she swam away, leaving me there with my now-limp cock hanging out.

After the necessary adjustments I swam back to the dock and climbed out, only to discover that my towel had been used to wipe up beer from the picnic table and my t-shirt nowhere in sight. It was still warm out though, and I was drunk enough to be pretty mellow about the whole situation as I wandered over to the keg for some more beer. As I returned to the party, it dawned on me that Samantha and I must have been at it for longer than I'd realized, because the number of people had dwindled and there were passed-out drunks littering the ground along with the empty plastic cups.

There seemed to be only one large group still partying hard, and I quickly discovered why. There was a bottle of tequila being passed around, and they'd gotten some of the girls (including Holly) to join in this round. There was some guy that I didn't really know with his arm around Holly's waist, trying to get her to drink more and more of the stuff. I watched as his hand slipped down from her waist to her ass while she tilted the bottle back for the third shot in a row, then suddenly up it came. Everyone, including Mr. Grabby-feely, cleared away from Holly in a rush as she bent over, vomiting out all that liquor. She fell to her knees as I rushed to her side, holding her hair as she puked. Mr. Quick-hands tried to come to her aid, but my glare chased him away as the poor girl kept heaving and sobbing, apologizing to me and anyone else who was within earshot.

"Come on, I'll take you back to the house and we'll get you cleaned up," I said quietly to her after she seemed to be through. I picked her up and started carrying her towards my truck, yelling over my shoulder for everyone to carry on with the party. Holly was drunk enough at this point that she was on the verge of passing out, her words were almost completely unintelligible. I gently laid her in the back of my truck for the trip back down to her house. It was only half a mile, but between the lake and the house she got sick again and accidentally rolled over in it, covering herself. She was out like a light. I carefully picked her up and carried her into the house, thankful that her parents were away on vacation. I took her straight to the bathroom and laid her out in the tub, then cranked on the water and turned the shower on. She'd managed to cover herself in vomit, in her hair, on her face, everywhere. I took down the spray nozzle and started rinsing her face and hair first, then on down her body.

My cock seemed to realize before my brain could that this was an opportunity that I would likely never have again, my erection was already pressing against my zipper with the realization that my cousin was lying there unconscious before me. I rationalized, thinking to myself that she'd even vomited on her tiny swimsuit (which she actually had), so I'd better take it off so I could get the remains washed off her.

My hands were shaking as I put my hands under her back, lifting her so I could untie the strings behind her back. I gently laid her head down again and gazed at her, sleeping there, and pulled away her bikini top.

Her breasts were gorgeous, her skin gleaming, the nipples already stiff from the water washing over them. I just looked at them for a few seconds, then reached down and began rubbing them, rationalizing once again that I was washing her off, the argument weak even to me. I also realized that at this point I was no longer concerned about rationalization, I was so excited I was ready to blow my load in my shorts.

I turned my attention to her bikini bottoms. She'd even managed to get vomit on them, so I was feeling perfectly justified as I rolled them down over her hips, baring her secret charms to my view at long last. She was lying on her back in the tub and in her relaxed state her knees naturally spread wide. Her bush was well-trimmed into a small V shape, her pussy lips completely bare and smooth. I looked at her sleeping face, watching for signs of wakefulness as I placed a hand on her knee and slowly slipped it down the inside of her thigh toward her sex. There was no reaction at all, even when I cupped her mound in my hand and squeezed gently, caressing her, spreading her lips to sink a finger into her pussy as far as I could. I felt my orgasm welling up inside me, I quickly stood and pulled open my shorts just in time to send my semen splattering all over her chest and stomach.

At that point I came to my senses a bit, at least enough to quickly finish washing away the last remains of vomit (and now cum) that had covered her naked body. I shut off the water and lifted her out of the tub, carefully sitting her on the clothes hamper to towel her off. I briskly rubbed the towel over her breasts and her stomach, then knelt between her legs to dry her lower body. Her knees were spread wide as I finished drying her legs, then dragged my gaze up those firm, tanned thighs to the cunny just inches from my face. Unable to resist, I leaned forward and inhaled her scent. I parted her lips with my tongue, borrowing into this wonderful little pussy that I'd desired for so long, savoring her taste at long last.

I paused, looking up into Holly's face to reassure myself that there was no reaction from her. There was already a reaction from my cock however, it was standing stiff again despite my recent cum. I prayed that my luck would continue as I stood and picked Holly up into my arms, walking quickly to her bedroom to continue my exploration of her body. Her head lolled back while I carried her, confirming that she was completely unresponsive.

I lay her on her bed, crawling up next to her and pulling her knees apart. I knew I'd have to have another taste of her, so I moved down between her legs and began to tongue her once again, tasting her juices now as they began to flow. Once she was good and wet I rose up to my knees and rubbed the head of my cock between the lips of her pussy, watching her face for any reaction as I slowly sank my shaft into her. I gasped with pleasure as I felt the tight walls of her cunt grasping at me, nearly sending me over the edge once again. I began to slowly move my hips, rocking my cock deeper into her until I was buried to my pubes in the most succulent honeypot I'd ever fucked. I started stroking in and out, feeling her tight opening grip my cock as I fucked her slowly at first, then picking up speed, faster, harder, panting as I felt my orgasm welling up.

I was now fully controlled by my lust, enough so that I didn't realize until just about then that Holly was starting to move under me, her mouth open and gasping every time I bottomed out in her tight pussy, her hips starting to push back at me as I fucked her hard. I looked into her open eyes as I continued to stroke, unable to stop as my orgasm screamed through me and out through my cock as I rode out my incestual bliss.

Mixed feelings of fear, horror and sated lust competed in my mind as I stared, face to face with my cousin that I'd just fucked against her will. A flood of relief washed over me when I looked carefully at her glazed eyes and realized that she was only semi-conscious, only enough to realize that she was having sex but not enough that she realized who with in the dark room. I pulled my slimy cock out of her and wiped it off on her bedspread, my lust sated for now. I tucked her in and dressed, giving her a kiss on the head as I left, stumbling out to my truck for the drive home, wondering if she'd even realize the next day (through the hangover she was sure to have) that she'd even had sex the night before, let alone who with.

I would never have guessed what happened next between us...

To Be Continued...