Raping Cousin Kasi

This is my first attempt at erotica, so any constructive comments are welcome.


Raping Cousin Kasi

My name is Andy. I had just returned home from a tour of duty in the United States Navy. I had left the small town of Newberg four years earlier. At the time I had been and eighteen year old virgin who had never been more that 100 miles from the small country town in which I was born. That had all changed quickly when I was assigned to a ship in the 7th Fleet, forward deployed in the western Pacific. The first liberty port my ship visited was Subic Bay in the Philippines. The first night ashore some of the more seasoned hands took me on my first trip across Shit River. An hour later I was inside a Barrio whore house getting my first piece of ass. Now I was back home, and ready to find some American pussy.

It was the Labor Day weekend, and most of my extended family had gathered at my Grandmother’s farm for a reunion and cookout. Some of our cousins from the mountainous region of the state had come with a few quarts of home brew moonshine. I’d sampled liquors in bars all across the Pacific, but none of it had packed nearly the punch of this Tennessee Tranquilizer. We had been imbibing for an hour or so, when I felt the need to answer nature’s call. The barn was a hundred yards or so away, so I started in that direction.

As I neared the barn, I could hear a voice softly singing. The large doors were closed, so I slipped around to the side, and eased the smaller door open. I crept in, and quietly peeked from behind a stack of feed bags. That’s when I saw my young cousin, Kasi. Kasi was standing atop a platform of hay bales and was pretending a pitchfork was a microphone as she sang into the handle of it. Kasi was a sweet sixteen year old. She had wheat blonde hair, which she wore shoulder length. He breasts were not large, but seemed to fit her five foot, one hundred pound frame perfectly. She was wearing a short denim skirt which fell only a couple of inches under her ass cheeks. She had on a red and white checked shirt which she wore tied up into a knot under her breasts so that her midriff was bared. There was a pink bandana tied around her pretty neck. A pair of red cowgirl boots and a white straw cowgirl hat completed the outfit. I watched quietly as she sang a Reba Mcentire song while she swung her sweet ass from side to side.

Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the three months since I had a piece of ass, most likely it was a combination of the two. I reached down and rubbed my cock through my jeans as I made my plan. I slipped over to the wall and picked up a roll of binders twine. I took the buck knife from the scabbard on my belt and flipped it open. In a minute I had cut several lengths of the heavy cord. I closed the knife and put it away. There was a small burlap feed sack lying on the ground. I picked it up and tucked it into my belt. I snuck around the barn wall until I was behind her. I quietly climbed up onto the platform of hay bales and slowly crept up behind her. I slapped my left had across her mouth so that she could not scream. My right hand quickly untied the loosely tied bandana from he neck and stuffed it into her mouth.