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His Cousin Annabelle
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His Cousin Annabell
SUNDAY, 8 pm
Dear Diary,
I told my cousin Mark the biggest fib! I was at his house
for
the weekend, and I just got home. He's only 15, and, with me
being
16, almost 17, and the way that girls mature faster than boys,
I
can tell that I am driving him crazy. He kept looking at me
the
whole time whenever he thought I didn't see. We used to be
just
regular friends and cousins, but not anymore! And he's SOO
CUTE!
Mark was telling me about this party he's going to next
weekend, and it sounded pretty wild, so I started bragging, you
know, pretending that his parties were so tame compared to the
ones
I go to! I guess I really got carried away! I told him I go
to
REALLY wild parties.
I guess I just felt like bragging. I like the way Mark
looks
at me like I'm Kim Bassinger, and I wanted to tease him.
When I asked him how far he's gotten with a girl he
admitted
that he's only gotten to third base. He is a virgin. He says
he's
done everything but... but I bet there's plenty of things I
could
teach him, Dear diary. Too bad he's my cousin.
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AT TEN O'CLOCK that Sunday night, in Mark's room, on a
bed
covered with Playboys and other men's magazines, Mark was
talking
on the phone to his friend Robert.
"I'm telling you, Robert, my cousin Annabell is the
sexiest
girl you've ever seen! I'd like to party with her!"
"What are you, gonna sleep with your own cousin?" asked
Robert.
"In a second, man! And so would you! She's a lot
prettier
than your mother and she fucks better too."
"Fuck you man." "So what is she, 17? 18? 19? Are we
going
to have a gang bang? Set me up, bro'."
"No way, man. I think she's 17. She looks like 25,
though.
Check out Miss May in Playboy. That's what she looks like.
See
those legs? That's the closest thing to her. She has the
biggest
tits and the best legs and ass I've ever seen in my life.
"Keep talking. Tell me what she told you about these wild
parties. We've got four girls lined up for the party. I wish
they'd give me some sex. Maybe your cousin can come over and
show
them how. You know all those girls want to do it anyway. And
we're going to have beer and cocaine. Annabell can just start
the
ball rolling. No pun intended."
"I know man, I've been jerking off for the last two hours
since she left. She's gorgeous."
"Tell me again! Your cousin is 17. Gorgeous. Sexy. And
with tits like a Miss May."
"Tits like your mother! They've gotta be, like 38D or
something. They're amazing! Great legs, everything.
"Will she come on Valentine's Day? No pun intended."
"I don't know." She's not a whore, man. She's not your
mother."
"Hey, take it easy on the mother shit, motherfucker.
Invite
her to my party. Tell her your friends are cool. Tell her to
come
and make sure we us all laid."
"I don't know."
"You gonna ask?"
"Yeah, I'll ask. I'll call her tomorrow."
"Where's she live? What school does she go to?"
And Mark and Robert went on talking about the girls they
knew
and their plans for the party until about one in the morning.
When
they hung up, each thought about Mark's cousin Annabell and
ruined
their May issues of Playboy.
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MONDAY, 7 am
Dear Diary,
I have to write this fast because I have to go to school.
I
got a call last night at three in the morning from one of
Mark's
friends, named Robert. He said Mark told him I was really sexy
and
he invited me to his party this weekend. Mark will be there.
I
said "Maybe, I don't know," and I let him talk. He was very
funny,
trying to act suave and seductive and everything and then, all
of
a sudden, when I was going to hang up he said he'd give me $500
to
come to the party if I'd do something to get the other girls to
loosen up. And then he hung up! He said "Think about it," and
he
hung up.
Mark has some funny friends. What should I do, dear
diary?
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MARK BREATHED DEEPLY as he held the phone. He had spent
the
whole day at school with a hard-on thinking about his cousin
Annabell coming to Robert's party. Calling her would be as
hard as
asking a girl out on a date had ever been, and he had only done
that a few times. How do you ask your cousin to come to a sex
party?. Shit, he wanted her to provide a sex party!
But finally he dialed, only to hang up when he heard his
Aunt
answer the phone. What was she doing picking up Annabell's
phone?
Finally, on his second try, he heard Annabell's voice.
"Hello?"
"Annabell, this is Mark."
"Mark?" Annabell sat back on her bed. She had been
excited
all day from her sexy talk with Mark's friend. She felt just
like
a sex goddess around Mark and his friends. She didn't know if
she
should to kill Mark or fuck him, but she knew she liked teasing
him. "Hi, Mark," she said, wondering if he even knew about
Robert's late night call and offer of money. "How are you?"
"Great. Listen, do you remember that party I was telling
you
about? It's this Friday. Do you think you might want to
come?"
Annabell paused.
"There'll be lots of grass and beer."
"Sounds good, Mark."
"You want to come?"
"I don't know." Maybe she should cool this thing off
before
it got started. But she was too intrigued to stop, especially
knowing that Robert's crazy offer of $500 for her to party
really
could really help her buy a car she had her eyes on. She knew
she
wanted to go. Maybe she could keep Mark from knowing anything
about the arrangement.
"Please come Annabell. My friends are really cool.
You'll
have fun."
"Mark, you just want to make out with me. Like you do
with
your little girlfriends."
"Please come Annabell."
"You just want to feel me up, Mark."
"I'll do whatever you let me do. I don't know. There'll
be
other girls. Please come."
"Tell me about the other girls, Mark. Are they all
virgins
too, or are they sluts? Are they pretty?"
Annabell tortured her cousin until she decided he didn't
seem
to know about Robert's indecent proposal. Finally, she said
she'd
call him back the next day. "Maybe, I'll come, Mark. We'll
see,"
she said. He probably didn't know anything about Robert's
offer or
his phone call.
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FRIDAY, 7 pm
Dear Diary,
Tonight is Robert and Mark's party. I am wearing my very
tight pink sweater and a very skin-tight black skirt. And I
have
an incredible new bustier I got at Victoria's Secret that makes
me
look amazing. It will drive them wild! It is cut high at the
ass
and low at the bust. It has a deep plunging neckline, so that
I
spill out all over the top of it and especially in the center.
Cleavage city! I can't believe how terrific it is. I get
horney
looking at myself in the mirror!. It cost $40 but I'm getting
$500
so it is worth it! And I have jet black nylon stockings that
fit
me just right, clinging to my thigh, leaving about 5 inches of
white skin before the bustier. Underneath I have nothing, no
panties; and of course, no bra! Mark thinks I'm going as his
"date," but at these parties, they play make-out games, so
everybody fools around with everyone!
WHEN ANNABELL AND MARK arrived at the party, there were
four
boys there, including Mark, and three other girls. A group of
boys
had settled on the couch and were getting stoned on grass.
Three
of the girls, all wearing very short miniskirts that revealed
certifiably sexy legs, were talking among themselves in one
corner.
Seated in a reclining chair, one couple was glued to each
other,
kissing, their bodies mostly hidden from view.
Immediately, the boy on the chair called to them. "Hi
Mark.
Hey, Annabell." He got up, pushing the girl off his lap. His
dick
looked like a billy club outlined through his jeans, but he
acted
like it didn't matter. His girlfriend looked jealously over at
Annabell, straightening up and tugging on her halter top.
"Hey,
welcome," he said, "There's tequila, there's beer, there's good
grass over here. And there's some primo coke for later, when
we
play blindfolds. Annabell, you are beautiful. I'm Robert."
Annabell looked him over, letting her eyes wander over
Robert's body from head to toe, stopping for a few long,
obvious
seconds to stare at his crotch "You're not bad yourself,
Robert."
She already knew she liked Robert a lot, 15 year-old or not.
She
liked his boldness, he was great looking, really built, with
what
looked like a hell of a big cock. He was also totally
unselfconscious, and he had plenty of money and drugs. This
was
going to be fun. She looked over to the girl Robert had left
rubbing a fresh hickey on her neck. She smiled. "That's
Allison,"
said Mark. "Allison, this is Annabell."
"Hi." "Let's get a drink, Mark."
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