Letter From Concord

Dear Shoeblossom

I was always bewitched by Bryoni, my cousin-in-law. That was how it was explained to me why she was "staying" with us, though it had been three years now.

I remember in all my nineteen year old focus, watching her recline on the divan, in her "short" shorts, the long, shapely pale legs, with tiny feet, one shifting in and out of an errant sandal.

We spent a lot of time on the screened in porch, and I was trying to study that summer, I really wanted to get into the Computer Sciences department of some college, or something.

But my eyes kept rising over my textbook as I watched my saucy cousin-in-law experimenting with a new lip gloss. Trying it on, looking at her full smile in the compact mirror.

And then, of course, she caught me. Staring. And Bryoni smiled, and winked at me.

"Whatcha think, perv?" Bryoni winked, and shook her tits in the little striped thing that so exposed her midriff.

"Um, you-"

"Think I'll make 'em notice at the Stop and Shop?" Bryoni had finally gotten a job, she was two or three years older than I was, and not particularly entranced towards working.

She'd borrowed lots of money from me and my horny brothers, and there wasn't much chance of return, but we didn't care that much.

"Everard, forget that book crap." Bryoni said dismissively. She stretched, and her boobs pushed the striped top to the point she resembled a bumblebee having a stroke.

"Over here" (Or, in New Hampshire parlance, it was 'Ovah heah') Bryoni crooked a long French nail, and I got up, mumbling about how I needed to learn this material.

I sat with my knees together primly as Bryoni plopped her feet in my lap.

"You don't think I'm gettin' fat, do you, Everard?"

Again, she shook her tits at me. "I know you peek at me when I'm taking a shower. I saw you with your geeky telescope in the tree house."

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry, Bryoni, it was, I was bird watching and it flew by your window-"

"That's hilarious. Bird-watchin'." Bryoni grinned, and lifted her heel and punched me right in the groin. Amazing, unerring accuracy. I saw stars.

"I don't know why you have a tree house anyway, still. There ain't no kids in this place anymore. You guys just use it to get stoned and peek in on me."

That was true. The people next door had a pool, and Bryoni and the Agosian girls were always sunbathing over there, their bikini tops off.

"Why don't you have a girlfriend?" I watched as Bryoni used her big and second toes to unzip my zipper and then, reaching in, to grab my cock head and drag my penis out.

She kicked off her other sandal and began using the tips of her feet to grind against my penis, and as I turned to look at her, she winked and flashed me a tit before letting go of the top.

"So you sure I'm not gettin' fat, huh?"

I thought about the day before, when I had been helping Mother with the gardening, and Bryoni had danced out of the house, hopping in the car of some shmuck that was taking her to Maine to a lake, or something.

She'd been in cut-offs and an open shirt with full cleavage bouncing.

Mother had just scoffed, telling me that girls like Bryoni were nothing but trouble.

As Bryoni was not a relative of Mother's, technically, Mother couldn't really discipline or restrict her.

One evening, when Mother thought she'd smelled wine on my breath, she'd ordered me to "strip for the Strop" and Bryoni had watched, grinning and smoking."

"You really want to turn him into a nancy-boy, dontcha, Aunt Peg?"

That night I had just stood in shame, my bottom blazing, at that time a nineteen year old college freshman, and naked in front of my smirking cousin.

And Mother had been so furious that her reach just didn't touch Bryoni!

But, to return to the afternoon on the screened in porch.

Now, Bryoni's feet rubbed my penis a little faster, and I felt that familiar rise of the semen. She grinned at me, and lit a Winston.

"You-you shouldn't smoke, Bryoni." I said weakly. "It's-bad form and not good..."

Bryoni took the butt from her mouth and leaned over and touched the tip of my bulbous cock with it, and I screamed.

But I was still tremendously aroused.

"I remember when your mother made you sit in an icy shower for like, half an hour to keep you from wanting to play with yourself, Everard."

I bent my head in shame as Bryoni laughed some more, rubbing my penis faster with her feet. Then, she took her feet off my cock and sat next to me.

"Take off your clothes, cuz."

"I-that's not a good idea. Mom will-"

"Take them off. Or I am leaving this porch."

I undressed rapidly. I didn't look like the muscled clowns who were constantly sniffing around Bryoni.

I was skinny, and zit ridden. But I stood naked in front of her, and she lightly toyed with my burgeoning penis.

"It's no wonder you don't get laid, Everard. Your dick is not really a stimulatin' sight here."

Bryoni played with the underside of my cock with one manicured hand, and she squeezed my balls lightly with the other. She muttered about how my dick was like the stub of a Number Two pencil.

And it was quite hard. I could smell her hair...she wore that shampoo from back then "Gee, your Hair Smells Terrific."

I gasped and looked down and Bryoni rubbed my cock faster. "I should take you over next door and let the Agosian girls see this thing."

"Mother doesn't like us to fraternize with the Agosian girls, they're a bad influence."

"No, she just wants you to practice yer pianna over here, playin' those scales all the time."

The pleasant afternoon turned a little ugly, because Bryoni ended up calling next door and the Agosian girls, and a couple of lunkhead guys came over, and they all made me shimmy-dance, naked to "Love Stinks" by the J.Geils band.

When Mother finally got in, she found me tied naked on the living room floor, with a huge cucumber in my mouth, weeping...

"I will throw that little slut Bryoni out!"

It took me an hour to persuade her not to do that. We had to give Bryoni another chance, didn't we?