"No! I mean," Marcie said, aware of the sharp edge in her voice, "I mean maybe I'd better do some chores around here or something. I've been here for nearly a week and I haven't done anything to help out."

"Come on, don't be silly," Kathy insisted, slipping one hand under her arm and forcing her to stand.

"Oh, all right," Marcie said.

There was nothing more she could do. Rising, the young girl glanced down at Pardner who had by this time rested his head on his front paws. Marcie stepped over the dozing animal, saying nothing as they walked down the corridor and into her cousin's room.

"You know," Kathy said, shutting the blinds that had been left wide open, "I don't think you really know about a lotta things." She flopped down on the bed, patting an area just to one side.

Marcie felt spaced, noticing that at least her cousin had straightened out the coverlet she'd been bouncing on. She wanted to run away from this horrible room. But that would only tip Kathy off as to what she'd been doing the past few minutes. The thought of admitting to spying on her cousin made her cheeks red with shame.

"For instance?" Marcie asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching her cousin start to unbutton her blouse.

"About guys… you know, fucking and all that," Kathy said frankly.

"Kathy!"

It was as if she'd been slapped across the face with a wet towel. Fucking! How her mother would have screamed if she'd heard her use that kind of language!

"What's wrong about saying it?" Kathy said, shrugging while sliding her blouse off her shoulders. Her full, red-tipped tits jiggled from the movements she made.

"And… and what are you doing?" Marcie gasped as she watched her cousin unzip her skirt, sliding it down over her thighs.

"I'm gonna teach you a few things. Come on, take off your clothes! Come on, I don't think my big cousin from the city knows all that much about fucking even about her own body."