Linda's strange vacation

“Arthur is a real recluse. He hates to see people during the day.” Lola confided to Linda. “He takes a morning swim very early and then he loses himself off from the rest of the world in his sanctuary. If he wants something,” she added with a bewitching smile… “he just rings. I'll bring you your lunch right here in your room, if you wish?”

Linda nodded that it would be very nice of her to take such pains. Lola assured her that it would make her happy to be of service to such a pretty newcomer to the 'establishment'. She was out of the room in a jiffy.

The adolescent once more alone tried to gather the remnants of thought regarding the hallucinating morning.

What troubled her the most was what Bert had said, a propos, to see who would get her first, he or his uncle.

He was perhaps only kidding.

Linda hadn't seen her uncle yet, but Lola told her he kept to himself during the daytime. She was sure her uncle who hadn't seen her for years would cut a more interesting figure than the whelping conceited pup, Bert.

But then again, uncle Arthur had Lola. At least that's what Alice said… And yet Lola didn't care about these strange amorous deviations.

Linda was lost, utterly lost in her thoughts which seemed to get more entangled as she strained her pretty head when someone knocked on the door.

'Come in.” She said cheerily thinking it would be Lola. The young girl wore only a pyjama top and had nothing to fear since the intimate barriers with Lola had broken down.

The door opened and Bert entered. Linda jumped off her bed and instinctually grabbed her pyjama top and clutched it to her chest and stomach to conceal her demi?nudity.

“Well here you are miss… cold cuts, salad, fruit, milk, bread and butter and banana cream pie. Doesn't that look good?”

“I thought Lola was going to bring me my lunch.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. Lola is busy for the moment. Uncle Arthur wanted to see her. I thought, well, maybe we could lunch together. That way, we could get to know each other better.” Linda was suspicious of her cousin. Something ironic and insinuating sparkled in his young face.

“You mean we should eat here?” Linda questioned Bert.

“Why not?” Bert affirmed the decision by shutting the door behind him.

He put the tray on the floor and sat besides Linda. The young girl didn't move. She knew too well what might follow. No, dear sweet cousin Bert didn't come up to just have lunch with her. She had no time to really reflect if the idea pleased her not. She was quivering with emotion and that was on thing she was aware of, just that and no more.

“You know it's a shame that we haven't gotten together before. Our family is really just about as scattered as leaves in the wind.” Bert tried to make conversation.

Even with his cynical attitude and his budding knowledge of certain amorous pursuits, precociously developed, Bert had little imagination when it came to seducing a girl. He was too classic in his approach.

This is what Linda felt as she waited for the attack.

Linda was amused in a way. An idea flashed through her head. There was no sense in sitting there numb and blustered by this whole nonsense. She might as well play a part and really have fun. After all, she knew what the score was. She got up from the bed and paraded toward the window. Her pyjama top just barely covered her dainty buttocks. Linda made sure that she wiggled 'a la B.B.'

“Sometimes it isn't wise to meet so early. Young people are rarely interesting.” Linda teased as she pulled the curtain to one side.

“You mean you prefer older men. Well, it's my opinion…” She didn't give him a chance to finish.

“I only mean what I said.” Linda retorted haughtily as she leaned her head close to the window pain as though interested in something not too far away. “What do you say we have some lunch. I'm starved.”

“Starved for what?” Bert said sardonically.

Linda turned around and was startled to see Bert lounging on her bed. The horrid fellow had taken off his bathing trunks and his cock was protruding in the air. His eyes never left the lower part of Linda's fine torso.

“I couldn't help it. It's your rear that did it, honestly.” The boy confessed.

“Well you've got your nerve.” She looked at him, half?angrily and half?amusedly. Linda noticed the size of his penis that stuck rigidly up between his legs.

“You're not going to tell me that this is the first time you've ever seen a man nude?” He was cocky and extremely sure of himself. “Come here and have a closer look. No one is going to bite you.” She didn't feel like being intimidated by a mere boy who was two years younger than she. She strode over to the bed trying to lend grown?up years to her young age.

Bert grabbed her by the hand and drew her to the bed.

“Take a good look at it. Not bad. Don't you like it?” She did, but she wasn't going to say so. The whole procedure was wicked and entirely out of order.

“You think you're smart, don't you? Well, you're not a man even if you think you are. And with that thing, that small pencil you're so proud of…”