Kevin's Family
Chapter 2: Cousin Monica
Monica takes the car keys from Kevin

Background: 17 year old Kevin is spending the summer at his Aunt Lori's house. 
Lori, a 43 year old woman, is really his second-cousin (his father's cousin), 
but he calls her "Aunt Lori." She has 3 daughters: Monica (15), Vicky (13), and 
Shelly (10). For the rest, read chapter 1.

Over the next few weeks, Lori rarely stopped at the chance to humiliate Kevin. 
Fortunately, she never let anyone see her actions, always making sure that they 
were either alone or hidden from view. She would constantly fondle him when 
walking by him and then shove him slightly off-balance. When he was working at 
the front desk of the gym, she often found an excuse to lean forward and press 
him against the table, forcing him to bite his lip to prevent revealing the 
pain.

For more humiliating were her actions when they were alone, either at home or in 
her office. He was often forced to kneel at her feet, and she would hold him 
snugly between her legs, softly fondling his penis through his clothes but never 
bringing him to the point of ejaculation. Nothing as overtly sexual as her 
initial beatings of the young boy, but definitely stimulating.

In the meantime, Lori also set Kevin to work on family errands. Since none of 
her three daughters could drive yet, he often had to chauffeur them to friends' 
houses or to the many sport practices and competitions in which they engaged. 
The first few days after the beating at the hand of his 43 year-old aunt, he was 
very resentful towards his cousins, but after a few days he managed to become 
polite to them again; it wasn't them who had embarrassed him; besides, they 
were all friendly to him. Of course, so was Aunt Lori. 

One day Kevin came home to find a newspaper on the kitchen table. It was 
opened to the local sports page, and the headline "Multi-Sport Star" grabbed his 
eye. Right below it was a picture of his cousin Monica wielding a lacrosse 
stick.

Kevin knew that Monica was a great athlete (he knew all too well that it ran in 
the family), but hadn't realized how gifted she really was. The article told 
about how, after just two years of high school, she had laid a claim to being 
the most versatile athlete in school history. A nationally ranked swimmer in 
middle school, she had given that sport up before her freshman year so that she 
could play a wider range of sports. She had never played lacrosse or field 
hockey before high school, but by her sophomore year she was first-team All-
State in both sports. She had also made second-team All-State in basketball, but 
was quoted as saying that she planned on giving that sport up as a junior, so 
that she could focus on pure conditioning during the winter months. 

Seeking to broaden her horizons her sophomore year, Monica had run with the 
cross-country team in meets, and solely based on the conditioning from field 
hockey she had finished fourth in the state. She had done the same thing in the 
spring, competing with the track team while playing lacrosse, and had set six 
team records in a variety of events: the long jump, triple jump, 200 and 800 
meter runs, javelin and discus. Only a conflict had prevented her from competing 
in the state track meet; she had been busy leading the lacrosse team to the 
state championship that same day. She was now training for both the team and the 
running sports, and had high hopes for state championships in four different 
sports next fall.

That next day was Monica's 16th birthday, and before she went out with her 
friends the family had a party for her. After they had eaten the cake and 
cleaned the tables, and Monica had left to go out to a movie with her friends, 
the younger girls went to put a tape into the VCR. Kevin was about to join them 
when Lori stopped him in the hallway, holding his arm by the bicep. "Kevin, you 
run cross-country, don't you?" He gulped and nodded, trying to avoid eye 
contact. With her free hand, Lori grabbed him firmly by the chin and tilted his 
head down so that she could look him in the eyes. 

"From now on, three days a week I want you to go running with Monica before 
work. She runs cross-country too, and needs a good training partner." She 
squeezed his bicep tighter, and a whimper came from his lips. "Don't worry about 
work, you'll come in late on those days...OK?" 

A smile was on her face, but it was clear that this was not a request. Kevin 
tried to nod his head, but her grip prevented it, so he just said, "OK."

Fire came into Lori's eyes, and she increased pressure with both hands. "Excuse 
me?" she asked.

"OK, Aunt Lori!" he burst out. 

Lori smiled again, let go of his arm and hand and lifted him up, holding the 
teenage boy on her hip as she would a baby. Fortunately for Kevin, none of his 
daughters were present to see this. She jogged up the stairs with him and tossed 
him onto his bed. She left, but warned him  "I think you better get a good 
night's sleep tonight," as she closed the door.  "You'll need it." Despite the 
fact that it was only 7:30 and even 10 year old Shelly was still awake, he knew 
better than to complain.

The next morning Kevin woke up at the sound of his alarm and put on his running 
clothes. He went downstairs and found his cousin Monica waiting for him. Nearly 
16 years old, she was gorgeous, with beautifully tan skin and freckles sprinkled 
lightly on her nose and cheeks. Her light brown hair, usually straight and loose 
past her ears, was pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing dark blue Umbro 
shorts and a running bra to match, and Kevin could not help but check out her 
gorgeous legs, her firm bosom, her beautifully rounded shoulders and her 
developed abdominal muscles. 

"Ready, Kevin?" she asked with an innocent smile on her face.

"Yeah, sure, let me just loosen up a bit," he replied. As he did so, he kept 
sneaking peeks at her - hell, if she wasn't her second cousin, he could be 
interested in her...and then he remembered who her mother was, and 
shuddered. 

When he was ready, the two went outside. "How's five and a half miles sound to 
you?" she asked. He nodded assent, and they took off. She set a brisk pace, 
which impressed Kevin; he had read that she was one of the best girl runners in 
the state, but he knew that his times from last year were faster than hers. Of 
course, he hadn't been able to train as much this summer as she had. 

As they ran, Monica kept talking to Kevin, ignoring the fact that his responses 
were brief and non-committal.  After a few miles, however, Kevin was only able 
to gasp out these responses, while she continued talking as if she was just out 
for a walk instead of an intense training run.  For the last half mile he had to 
go all-out to keep up with her. 

When they reached the back yard, Kevin flopped on the ground, drenched with 
sweat, while Monica began stretching. After a few minutes, she walked over to 
him and stuck her hand out. "Come on, you've got to get to work - my aunt will 
kill you if you're late!" Kevin glanced up at the gorgeous figure towering over 
him, covered with only a light glean of sweat, but she was smiling good-
naturedly; just a figure of speech, he decided. He reached for her hand, and was 
surprised at the speed with which she pulled him up. As he hustled to the 
shower, he heard her yell out, "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll do better next 
time!"

* * * * *

The next day was Saturday, and Kevin did not have to report to work until mid-
afternoon. He was lying on his bed, reading Sports Illustrated, clad only in 
shorts and a T-shirt, when Monica appeared in the doorway. She was barefoot, 
wearing tight denim shorts and a yellow sleeveless, button-up blouse with a 
flowery pattern on it. Her hair was pulled back by barrettes above each ear.

"Hey Kevin, can I have the car keys? I'm wanna go to the mall." 

Now that Monica was 16, she and Kevin had to share Lori's extra car. Kevin 
needed to drive the car to work, however, and was a bit bothered by the way that 
Monica had shown him up after their run. " Had he been in a better mood, he 
would have offered to drive her to the mall or drop her off on the way to work. 
"Forget about it," he said, "I've got to drive to work at your mom's gym this 
afternoon - you can hang out at the mall some other day."

Monica frowned. "Well, you can just walk or bike to work - it's a beautiful day, 
and the health club's only two miles away."

"I could, but I won't," he responded. "Not get out of here."

"Well, I'll tell you one thing," said Monica. "I AM driving the car to the mall 
today." With that, she walked into the room and began rummaging on the dresser, 
apparently looking for the keys. 

Kevin sat up. "Get the hell out of here!" he yelled.

She turned her head around. "Make me," she replied with a smile and a toss of 
her hair, and then returned to her search.

Kevin jumped up from his bed and reached out to grab Monica by her shoulder. It 
felt like grabbing a rock, but before this fact registered in his brain he felt 
a sharp blow to his stomach. Monica had been ready for this move, even expecting 
it, and had reacted with a swift elbow to his gut.

Kevin was bent over now, and Monica took advantage of this position by 
grabbing him around the forehead in a tight headlock. She then resumed her 
search, dragging the helpless older boy around the room in the process. 

The grip around Kevin's head felt like a vise - but a vise covered in silk. On 
one side, he was pressed against the younger girl's muscular obliques, covered 
in a light blouse, and on the other side by her powerful bicep, sheathed in 
cool, soft skin. He struggled to get out, but was unable to make any progress as 
she searched all over the room, jerking his head around and banging it into 
furniture. 

Finally, Monica tired of the search. She tossed Kevin onto the bed and was about 
to straddle him when she realized her mistake. "And there it was, right in front 
of me the whole time," she managed to say between laughs, pointing at his front 
pocket, in which the outline of the keys was clearly visible. 

Frantic, Kevin turned over on his stomach and tried to crawl off the bed, but 
Monica swiftly grabbed him by the neck, blocking his escape. She looked down 
at the struggling boy - even though he had the advantage in age (almost 2 
years), height (over 4 inches) and weight (about 30 pounds), she was able to 
hold him helpless with one hand. The feeling made her shiver, as it always did. 
Something about seeing Kevin's butt squirming around - why, he was even more 
fun than the football players she had been ambushing after their summer 
practices! Maybe because Kevin was always around the house...this, she 
realized, led to possibilities that she had not previously considered.

Monica now reached under him to pull the keys out of his pocket. Kevin feebly 
tried to grab her arms and stop her, but she ignored his attempts and pulled out 
the keys. She then lay down on the bed. Turning Kevin around so that he was 
facing her, she scissored him between her thighs and lay down comfortably. One 
hand gripped Kevin's hair, forcing him to look up at her, while she tossed the 
car keys up and down on the other. Her feet slipped under his shorts and boxers, 
resting directly on his buttocks and pressing them down into the mattress. This, 
combined with the elevation of his head, caused him to feel pain in his lower 
back, as well as his neck and hair.  

"Now, we've gotta talk," the young girl said to her older cousin, a mischievous 
smile on her face. "You are going to give me the car keys whenever I want, 
right...right?" she said, squeezing hard with her legs and pulling up on his 
head.

"Y-yes," Kevin managed to say through the pain, trying to nod his head but 
unable to do so.

"Who's the boss of the car?" she asked, increasing the pressure.

"You are! You're the boss of the car!" Kevin screamed

Monica let go of his hair and lay back, smiling although still keeping the tight 
pressure on his neck. He was futilely trying to pull apart her legs, but was 
making no progress. Beating up juniors was nothing new to her - hell, she'd been 
doing that since she was a sixth-grader. But to have a boy around the house, 
always there when she needed him, a regular target...she could have fun with 
this. What he really needed, she decided, was to be totally humiliated, so that 
he would be so scared of her that he would jump to do whatever she wanted. She 
thought, and thought...and then came up with an idea.

Sitting back up, she let go of the scissor hold. Kevin slumped down, his face in 
her crotch, and with a look of revulsion Monica brought up her legs and used 
them to toss the helpless boy onto the floor. 

Kevin stood up. He felt embarrassed and defeated, and just wanted to get the 
hell away from his cousin. Before he could do so, however, Monica had jumped 
off the bed and blocked his access to the doorway. She grabbed him tightly on 
each arm and squeezed. Kevin tried to shake her off, but was unable to even 
budge her arms.

The smiling teenager brought her arms down, forcing Kevin to slightly bend his 
knees so that there eyes were on an equal level. "You know, Kevin," she said, 
staring directly into his eyes, "you were pretty rude to me when I came into the 
room and politely asked you for the keys, weren't you?"

At this point Kevin would have agreed if she had said the moon was made out of 
green cheese. "Yes, I was rude," he said, still squirming to break away. "I'll 
never do that again."

"Oh, I know you won't," Monica replied. "But still, I've got to punish you for 
that, don't I?"

"NO! No, you don't, I pro-"

"Oh yes I do," she interrupted quietly. She continued squeezing hard, forcing 
him down to his knees. She then lifted him up again, twisted him around and 
shoved him against the wall - hard. She kept one hand on his back, forcing him 
against the wall, while using the other hand to rearrange her hair.

Kevin struggled to push away from the wall, putting his hands against the wall 
in a push-up position, but was unable to move against the one arm holding him 
firmly. Even after Monica had taken a step closer and bent her arm, reducing her 
leverage, he was stuck. He was helpless to prevent Monica from pulling his 
shorts and his boxers down to his knees, and even more helpless when Monica 
brought her hand back for the first time and spanked his bare behind.

Monica kept smacking away at his rear end. She didn't try to keep track of how 
many times she hit him: she was aiming for a final behavior from her victim, not 
a total count. At first Kevin just protested loudly, yelling at her to stop. 
Then he was silent for a period, clearly trying to hold in the pain. A few 
whimpers and moans escaped from his lips, and the first few tears began to 
dribble from his eyes. 

At some, uncertain point in the beating, the threshold was crossed. The tears 
flooded down, the whimpers turned to bawls. Kevin was sobbing hysterically, "Oh 
please, Monica, stop, whatever you want, just stop!" he repeated over and over 
again.

Monica gave a few more swats before stopping. She removed her hand from his 
back, letting him slump to the floor, and then picked him up and flung him over 
her shoulder. She carried him to the bed and tossed him on his back, lying next 
to him on her side. One hand was used to raise her leg, the other she placed on 
his chest, while she laid one leg on top of bare legs. Even in his pain, Kevin 
could feel the smooth, shaved skin covering steely muscles as it rubbed up and 
down his legs, and he started to become aroused.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked, pressing down slightly with her 
hand. Kevin didn't respond 

"Now, if I ask you for something, it's mine, right?" she continued 

"Yes," he sobbed.

"And anything I say goes, right?" 

"Yes, anything you say!"

"I'm the boss, right?"

"Right!"

"Good boy," Monica said. She got up and roughly pulled his shorts back up. She 
started to walk out the door, swinging the car keys around her finger, but then 
turned around and walked back to the bed. "One thing I forgot," she said, and 
Kevin looked up at her in terror. He started to shake and quiver as she reached 
to his shorts, but all she did was pull his wallet out of the pocket. Smiling, 
she removed a $20 bill. "For gas," she said, and walked out the door.

As Monica was driving to the mall, she began thinking about the advantages of 
having Kevin in the house with her, accessible whenever she wanted him. This 
could be one hell of a summer!