A Weekend With My Punk Rock Cousin (Part 2)

I woke up on Saturday morning quite groggy. I reached down and winced; my pussy was still sore and raw from the savage fucking that Jason had given me the night before. I got up from the sofa bed and staggered. My legs are usually weak after a good rest, but combine that with getting fucked by an almost-foot-long dick, and…. well, you get the idea.

“You’re awake.”

Jason’s voice startled me and I spun around. He stood there about ten feet away in his jeans and boots, smoking a cigarette and smiling wickedly.

“Yes…” I said, pursing my lips slightly. He let out a barking laugh.

“I know goddamn well you enjoyed it,” he said. “All those fuckin’ orgasms I gave you; maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get even more tonight.”

I scoffed, but deep down, I was hoping it could happen again, despite the dull aching in my pussy. I was hurting, but I wanted SO much more!

“I’m gonna go wash up,” I said curtly, and walked toward the bathroom. As I passed Jason, he blew smoke in my face, and then SMACK! He slapped me hard on the ass. I let out a yelp as he snickered. I stormed into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. As I was washing up, my thoughts were entirely of the previous night’s wild ride. I had never been treated so roughly, but I enjoyed every minute of it. The tingling sensation in my pussy told me I was wet again.



My parents, uncle, aunt, cousin and I spent most of the day on the Smithsonian, going to the different museums and stuff. Quite intriguing… but I could barely take my eyes off of Jason. Good thing I’d worn my sunglasses. But I had the feeling he knew I was checking him out…

At one point, he went away to go to the bathroom and was gone for a good ten minutes or so. He came back and we were ready to go. We got back to the house at around 4:00. Jason and I were told that the “legal drinkers” were going out to dinner once again. Jason and I would once again have the house to ourselves for a good few hours. ‘Oh, goody!’ I thought. ‘Hopefully we can have another hot fuck!’ But as I would find out, I was in for WAY more than I’d bargained for…

I spent most of the afternoon in the living room watching TV, while Jason was in the basement playing video games or whatever. It was around 6:00 when he came upstairs. Just as he slammed the basement door, there was a knock on the front door.

“Oh yeah,” said Jason with a grin. “I forgot to tell you, we have a little more company.”

He went to the door and opened it.

“Oi-Oi-Oi!” he yelled upon opening the door. I heard a group of people responded with another huge “Oi!”

“Enter the mansion of mayhem!” he joked as he stood aside. Four guys and one girl came into the house. The guys slapped Jason’s hand and pounded his fist as they passed him. The girl gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Aw, shit!” said Jason sarcastically. “How rude of me. Guys, this is my cousin Jeanne.” He gestured towards me. “Cuz, this is my band: Zack, Nick, Billy, and T.K.,” he said. “And this is Beth,” he said, gesturing to the girl. “She’s our little groupie.”

“Hi,” I said simply.

“OI!” they replied.


Zack, at age 22, was a little taller than Jason, but looked equally intimidating, with piercing dark blue eyes. His hair was jet-black and heavily spiked. ‘Hair like that could pop a balloon,’ I thought. His black shirt clung tight to his torso, so I could tell he was somewhat burly. His muscular arms were covered in tribal tattoos, and on his neck, I could see a small tattoo of brass knuckles.
Nick was his identical twin. But his head was shaved. Only a small stubble of dark hair covered his scalp. He reminded me of Phil Anselmo, the lead singer of Pantera. He sure looked as brutal as he did. He seemed to be a lot more brawny than his twin brother, which made him look even scarier.
Billy, the youngest, was an inch or two shorter than myself, but he was distinctly broad-chested. His hair was dyed a deep, midnight blue and was in a simple Mohawk, not nearly as wild as Jason’s. He wore a leather jacket that was covered in patches and chains. He looked like a typical tagalong kid, but looking at his hard face, into his startlingly teal-blue eyes, I could tell that despite his size, and being only 17, he was a pretty rough-and-tumble kind of dude. He even had a tattoo over his left eye that made him look like Scar from “The Lion King.” The only difference: Billy made Scar look QUITE tame.
T.K. was 20-going-on-21. He was about the same height as Jason, give or take an inch or two. But he was easily the craziest-looking guy of the gang. His hair was black with a slight hint of red, and was over two feet long in tight, braided locks. He reminded me of Jonathan Davis of the band KoRn. His eyes were a mesmerizing shade of grayish-green, and he wore a heaping amount of black mascara and eyeliner. He stood, scarily in a black leather trench coat. All in all, T.K. looked more like a Goth than a punk. He also looked to be a bit scrawnier than the others.

I ached with lust for these bad boys, but then I noticed the other piece of estrogen in the room. Beth was 19, but came to exactly my height. Her hair came down to just above her waist, and was a deep, beautiful crimson. Her eyes were bright blue, perhaps with the tiniest hint of hazel. Her breasts were considerably bigger than mine, at least 32-DD. And she had a round, firm ass.

Now I had always been slightly bi-curious, but looking at Beth, something told me I was possibly fully Bi-sexual.

“What’s up, Jeanne?” said T.K. in a low, growling, but deeply seductive voice. This sent shockwaves through my body. He took my hand and kissed it. Was he a vampire or something? Because that kiss seemed to send a tingling sensation straight to my pussy. I felt myself wet again.

Suddenly, he started sniffing me like a dog. After a few seconds, he stopped and gave a low, but highly sinister laugh.

“Guys, the bitch smells ripe for the pickings,” he growled.

I scoffed in disgust, but I was oddly turned on.

“Come on, we’re going downstairs,” said Jason.

I followed them back down to the basement. T.K. was still a little too close to me, but I decided not to complain. But even Billy was now walking closer to me, looking at me with those eyes, those virally sexy blue-green eyes. I came to my own conclusion; that one reason so many girls lusted after bad boys was because their eyes had some kind of seductive spell about them…

We got downstairs and there was definitely the air of punk down there now. I could hear the music coming out of Jason’s room, and there was a strong smell of beer and cigarettes. Jason then yanked his jacket off and removed his shirt. After throwing them aside, he turned to me, grinning.

“Get ready for the wildest ride of your life.”

I flinched as Nick grabbed my waist from behind and pulled me back against himself. I was even more chilled when I realized he was shirtless, and I was right; he was extremely brawny. He snickered.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m not gonna hurt you…badly,” he teased in my ear. He kissed up and down my neck while reaching around up under my shirt. I gave a soft moan as I felt his rather large hands grasp my tits. Seconds later, he withdrew his hands and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. He backed up about an inch and lifted my shirt up over my head. As he unclasped my bra, Zack moved in front of me, his dark eyes filled with fiery lust, and they followed my bra as it fell to the floor, exposing my breasts. Zack had taken his shirt off as well. Indeed he was quite muscular, and his chest was kind of hairy. As Nick continued to fondle my tits, Zack started to rub himself and flex his muscles. He scratched the hair on his chest and grinned slyly at me.