My Cousin Wendy Read Free Page B

that?"
    "What?"
    "She kicked. She's been doing that a lot lately."
    She grabbed my hand and held it against her belly. I felt a definite kick.
    "Yeah. I felt that one. Are you sure it's not a boy?"
    "Nope. I'm going to have a girl."
    "Probably a bull dyke."
    If she could have fried me with her look, she would have. She was quiet the rest of the way. I kept my hand in my lap.
    The mattress had reinforced corners so it was easier to place than the standard one. I remember having to wrestle a half full mattress to fit the frame last time I went through this.
    I filled it up with hot water, then topped it off with cold when we ran out. It felt just about right. A couple of degrees cooler than it had been before but that was fine. We were going through another of our hot spells and the cool mattress would feel good. The heater would gradually bring it to the right temperature.
    After I got the water going to fill the mattress, I apologized for calling our daughter a dyke and talked Wendy into giving me a fashion show with all the stuff she bought. I didn't have to work too hard to convince her, she was dying to show it to me anyway. I was surprised how much she'd come away with for $220. I was sure this wasn't the last lot of clothes we'd need. I knew we'd be back to see Anita soon.
     
Chapter 3
    
    I hadn't seen the final thing she modeled for me when she was in the store. I wasn't the only one who liked to make secret purchases.
     
    It was an emerald green nightgown. Layer upon layer upon layer of see through material that, added together promised everything but showed nothing. It almost reached the floor. With her blazing red hair, green eyes and pregnant glow, I was hard as a rock in seconds. If she told me it was custom designed for her, I would have believed it.
    She stood sideways and pulled out the gown from her stomach. She could expand a foot or two and still wear it, not that I would ever suggest she would grow that much. I knew it would look just as sexy at eight and a half months as it did now. And that we'd have many wonderful nights that would include this amazing garment.
    Her eyes showed desire, lust, love, a little playfulness.
    "Is that mattress full yet?
    'It sure is."
    "Well, what are we doing out here?"
    "I was watching a fashion show. Now I'm going to put some sheets on the mattress. And then I'm going to ravish you."
    "Oooh. I like being ravished."
    She actually helped with the sheets. Well, just the one that covers the mattress. The others would only get messed up. I did cover a couple of pillows.
    The mattress was full. The sheet was nice and taut. The mattress gave very little when I lay down. Not like the old mattress and nothing like the partially drained one we struggled to make love on earlier.
    I had my usual shorts and golf shirt on. Wendy had her miracle nightgown. She lay down next to me.
    "It smells."
    "Yep. It's the vinyl. Kind of like a new car smell only it's a new mattress smell. You should feel honored to be invited to break it in."
    "If I remember right, I'm the one who invited you."
    "You're confusing facts with romance, my dear. The point is, you're here, I'm here, you like being ravished and I love to ravish you."
    "Mmmm. So start ravishing."
    I reached over and moved a few strands of red hair off her face. Using the same finger, I slowly drew designs on her skin. She closed her eyes.
    "Mmmmmm."
    I leaned over and used my lips. Slowly, feather light, dragging them on her cheeks, under her eyes, over her nose. No kissing, the lips barely opened. I moved down and got as much of her neck as I could reach.
    "Mmmmmm."
    Back up, over her chin, a tiny kiss on the lips, opening mine a only quarter inch or so. Then a light flick of my tongue on her lips, one side to the other. Her lips opened halfway across and her tongue touched mine.
    I pulled her closest arm away from her body, gently resting her hand in mine. Her nightgown covered the top part of her bicep.
    Gentle kisses, barely moving