Carrie knew it was wrong. She’d known ever since the moment she’d been invited to the Basement for a “Game” by her cousin Henry.
But oh god, she’d been fantasizing about him since she’d turned sixteen. Ten years she’d spent rubbing her pussy and orgasiming to the thought of his cock pounding into her and filling her with his incestual seed. There were even times when, she pictured a few of her cousins friends, and her Uncle joining them.
Feeling their hands as they groped and touched her sensitive breasts. Their fingers pulling her dripping pussy open. Feeling her Uncle Toms cock pushing into her mouth as his hips sped up and forced him down her throat. It was all so real, she could even feel her mascara stinging her eyes from the tears streaming down her face from her throat being used.
But alas, Carrie knew that wouldn’t ever happen. Henry was way out of her league. He was tall, handsome, ice like blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He was so handsome. But she knew where he;d got it from her Uncle Tom was pretty hot. He had that hard body, and the same dirty blonde hair and blue eyes his son had. Carrie had pictured it so much, and she always came so hard each and every time she nearly lost her breath.
But then, the day finally came when Henry had invited her over. Something about helping with the Horses and picking the blueberry bushes. She’d spent every summer with Henry picking them since they were kid’s. So there was question when she’d been invited.
Carrie had shown up wearing tight denim hot pants, white tank top, and a pair of tennis shoes. Her ash blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. She didn’t want to get her best clothes dirty. That was when she’d seen Henry, just as breath taking as ever. She could feel her pussy getting wet just eyeing him before she smiled and waved.
“Henry!”
Henry waved and motioned for her to come closer. Carrie, without a dobut bounced toward him as she felt that silly schoolgirl crush smile plastered on her face.
“Say, I think I forgot the Baskets for the berries down in the basement. Why dn’t we make a game of it.”
“Game?”
Confusion etched on the young blondes face for a moment.
“Yeah, last down the stairs and into the basement has to pick all the berries and carry the the winners basket.”
Carries face scrunched for a moment as she rolled her emerald green eyes.
“Henry! We aren’t kids anymore.”
“Come on where’s that carefree attitude Care?”
“Ok, Ok. I’ll do it.”
That had been four hours ago. Carrie didn’t know how she ended up like this, or why. Her eyes were barely able to see through the stupid bunny mask. She couldn’t hear anything but laughter, and the voices of her cousin, and her Uncle in the darkness.
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