"Betty, don't!" Lynette cried, rushing up onto the bed with her cousin to grab Betty's hand as she pushed it between her widespread legs.

Reify snatched her hand away from Lynette. "Why not? When I itch, I scratch," she said. "And does it ever feel good to scratch yourself here!" She pushed her finger up her cunt.

Once again Lynette felt like crying, and once again she found that she couldn't ignore what was happening before her. The pink color of Betty's cuntlips was beautiful. The fringe of tiny golden hairs around her cunt was as delicate as could be. She could see Betty's tiny clit, and it made her bite her lip to look at it. It was all rosy pink down between Betty's legs, and her sweet aunt seemed to be smiling and sucking the glistening wet finger that entered it over and over again.

"Y-You really shouldn't do that," Lynette weakly said.

"Mmm, but it feels so awful good! Do you ever fingerfuck yourself, Lynette?"

"No! It isn't good for you."

"You fibber!" said Betty, as she went on with her slow fingerfucking, swaying her hips to meet each of her finger insertions. "I bet you do it all the time. I bet you take pictures of TV stars to bed with you and make believe they're fucking you and kissing your cunt while you fingerfuck yourself silly."

"I don't," Lynette murmured, squirming her itching asscheeks on the bed, still staring at her cousin's wet finger. She felt so tense she could scream.

"You ought to try it!" Betty said, pushing her finger still deeper, pursing her lips and grinning. "I bet your cunt is as wet as mine. I bet your finger would slide right in."

Lynette's palms were wet. She kept rubbing them against her smooth thighs as she said, "No, my cunt isn't wet. Watching Mrs. Cook do those things to Russ just made me feel sick!"

"You fibber!" Betty said. She rubbed her cunt. "I know you've got wet shorts on. You're no different from me. Did you see how big his cock was? Oooo! I'd sure like to see how big Mrs. Cook's boyfriend's cock is!"