Tammy Sue was naked. She stood in the barn and looked at the naked, dark-haired boy who stood just a few inches away from her.
This was her brother, she thought, but she did not care. She wanted to fuck him.
Her brother, Timmy, put his hands on her ripe, round tits and squeezed them.
Brother-meat, she thought. She would have brother-meat in her cunt in just a few moments. She glanced down at the long, juicy cock that hung between her brother's legs. She knew that Timmy was not quite ready to fuck yet.
It was not like he was really her brother in the true sense of the term, the girl thought. She had not seen him for years. He had returned to the house only today and he had taken her out into the barn because he wanted her.
And Tammy Sue had to admit it. She wanted him too. She wanted to fuck that brother-meat that looked so good and full as it hung there from his dark, thin body.
The blonde moved out of her brother's grasp and dropped to her knees. She lifted the cock with both of her hands and smiled up at Timmy. He smiled down on her, and she knew that it was right-so right.
She opened her little mouth and took the tip of her brother's cock in and tasted for the first time that sweet brother-meat.
CHAPTER ONE
Mose Turner lay in bed that Sunday morning and waited for the sun to come up. He waited too for his wife, Ann, to get home from the all-night restaurant where she and her mother worked as waitresses.
The restaurant was a truck stop place and men were around there all night, drinking coffee and taking pills and making eyes at Ann. Mose knew they did that. He had once been a trucker himself and he had met Ann there at that restaurant in Alma, Arkansas. But he had married her. He knew that the guys who stayed around that restaurant now had no intention of marrying anybody. It made Mose angry just to think about the way that they looked at Ann. She was a pretty woman of twenty-six. She had big tits and a firm butt. She was just the type that truckers liked. Sometimes when he thought about all those men watching her as she carried trays filled with food all around the place, Mose got so angry and jealous that he wanted to go down there and beat up on every one of those ornery truckers.
But, more than jealous, he got lonely. So he usually did what he did on this morning.
He ran his hand over the rounded, bare butt of his little sister-in-law, Tammy Sue. The cute, little blonde girl moaned in her sleep as he did that.
She was so sexy, he thought, and she was only sixteen. Tammy Sue had a saucy, young way about her that Mose really liked. The girl sure came in handy on nights like this, when Ann was at work and he was lonely and jealous and stuff like that, he thought. She came in very handy.
The touch of the man's hand on her bottom roused Tammy Sue and she turned her head and opened her girlish, blue eyes.
"Wanna fuck one more time before Ann gets home?" she asked in a lazy, easy manner, grinning at Mose.
"We got plenty of time," Mose said.
He did not want to fuck the girl right away. He still had an hour and half before his wife and his mother-in-law got home, and he did not think that he had any reason to rush things. Mose was distracted, thinking about his wife and his sister-in-law and the guilt that he knew would come to him just as SCOT! as the sun came up. The guilt always came. It came to him like vomit that moved up his dry throat, and every morning at sun-up, he silently vowed that he would stop this foolishness, that he would leave Tammy Sue alone and be faithful to his good and sexy wife. But Ann was twenty-six years old, one year older than Mose, and she seemed bitter and hard with age. Tammy Sue was still young and it was that youth that he needed when they were alone in the house late at night. He liked her girlishness and he liked the way that she thought and acted when she fucked. To Tammy Sue, fucking was the most natural thing in the world.
Mose closed his eyes and remembered the first night that Tammy Sue had come into his room. That had been five months before, one month after he had married Ann and settled down here in Alma.
Mose had been lying in bed that night remembering the nights when he had come through Alma in his truck, remembering the way that Ann had looked at him as she had served him his coffee and his grits and his eggs. He was thinking that, tonight, she was looking at another trucker in the same way and he felt vaguely lonely. He did not mind the fact that Ann continued to work in the truck stop. After all, he thought, he did not like to drive his truck and he had decided that Ann could support him for awhile, until he got himself real used to married life. But, sometimes, he wanted to go down to that restaurant and keep an eye on his wife all night long. That was what he had been thinking of doing for a couple of weeks.
Mose was lying naked on the bed and wondering if Ann was already fucking some other trucker, some guy who reminded her of her husband, and he looked down and noticed that his cock was hard and full and standing straight up. That surprised him. He had not expected that thinking about his wife being unfaithful to him would make him hard, but it did. He put his hand around his cock and started to move the skin back and forth and feel his own hardness. Mose felt that there was something very strong inside him and he wanted to get it out before he busted right open, before he exploded there on the bed.
As he played with his cock and thought about that stuff that was ready to explode in him, Mose looked at the open door and he saw Tammy Sue standing there. He had thought that she was asleep, but she was standing naked at the door, smiling at him. He could see her clearly in the moon-light that came in through his bedroom window.
Tammy Sue slept on a cot in the living room, and he had never thought of closing the door between the bedroom that he shared with Ann and the living room. He had just thought that his wife's little sister was a girl, a little girl, and he was not afraid of a little girl. He was no pervert, he had reasoned, and a little girl could not thrill him in the way that his mature wife did.
But, when Mose saw Tammy Sue standing there with her cute, rounded bottom and her blonde hair hanging to her bare shoulders, he realized that this was no little girl. She was something else. She was one hell of a woman. Her tits were rounded and looked pert and her smile was brazen and cute and youthful.
"Mose," she said playfully, "you got quite a rifle on you there."
The young man looked down at his hand that was still wrapped about his cock. He took his fingers away from his rod and let the girl look at it. He was suddenly proud of his mature cock.
He turned to the girl who stood there in the moon-light and grinned.
"You ever have one of these rifles up in you?" he asked.
"I have had some pistols in me," the girl said with an impish grin, "but never a rifle like that one."
"Wanna try it out?"
"You a good shot?"
"The best. I can knock the eye out of a queen of hearts at thirty paces."
She giggled and he laughed too. They both knew what they wanted, and they both knew that there was something passing between them at this moment, something true and young and full of life.
Tammy Sue walked toward the bed and stood over Mose. She lowered her little hand over his cock and held it flat in the air, just above the piece, as if she were blessing it in some strange way.
Then she put her fingers around his rifle and pulled on it a couple of times. Her fingers had been so soft and yet so strong. It was at that moment that Mose discovered that his little, blonde sister-in-law was not a girl. She was a sexy, young woman who knew her way around firearms, male rifles and shotguns and the like.
Then Tammy Sue had crawled upon the bed and had lain down beside Mose. He had taken her in his arms and kissed her and held her firm young tits next to his hairy chest.
That had been the start of it, and every night, five nights a week, while Ann and her mother, Melba, worked at the restaurant, Tammy Sue came to Mose and fucked him with a heart filled with youth and excitement.
Mose grinned to himself, thinking about his own good fortune. He fucked his wife regularly, and he fucked Tammy Sue too. They were two of the sexiest things in Alma, Arkansas, and their mother, a woman of forty, was still sexy too. Mose closed his eyes again and thought about fucking Melba. If he could do that, he thought, he would be the king fucker of Alma and his name would be remembered in the history of the community as the best stud that ever came down Interstate 40 in a truck.
He chuckled and then he turned and looked at the girl who lay next to him.
Tammy Sue was awake and grinning at him.
"What do you think Ann would do?" she asked. "I mean, if she knew about you and me?"
The question jarred Mose. He did not like to think about his wife on mornings like this one. It gave him all of his sunrise guilt to think that his wife was down there at the restaurant, taking food to tables and getting pinched on her firm butt by other truckers while he lay here in bed with Tammy Sue.
But he had reasoned it all out and he had an answer for his little sister-in-law.
"Don't know what she would say," he said, "but I figure she ain't got hardly any room to talk about anything or gripe or nothing. I figure a girl who fucked her own brother and then let him run away and become an outlaw ain't got no room to cast stones at nobody."
Somehow, the whole thing made sense to Mose. It was not his fault. He was just doing the most natural thing in the world, fucking a sexy, little blonde on the nights that Ann worked.
'But he was thinking again of Reeves Garrett, Melba Garrett's son, Ann Garrett Turner's brother, his brother-in-law, and a very famous bandit in the South and Midwest.
Tammy Sue reached out and ran her fingers through his dark chest hair and tried to get Mose interested in fucking. She knew that, if she didn't, the questions would start coming and she would have to answer them again. Her brother-in-law had already mentioned Reeves, and now he would ask her to tell him the stories again.
"Tell me, Tammy Sue," the man muttered, looking into her blue eyes. "Tell me about him."
"I done told you everything that I remember, Mose," the girl said, a little angry at his interest in her brother.
"Well, damn it, tell me again."
"Can't we fuck instead. I want to fuck you bad, Mose."
"Nope. I want to hear the story. If you don't tell me the story, I won't fuck you at all, ever again."
It was an empty threat. Tammy. Sue knew that. Mose would never be able to resist her now that he had fucked her so regularly for the past few months. But she sighed and began to tell the story that she had told him so often at hours such as this one. She did not want any strife in the family.
"I don't remember much," she said. "I was only six years old when Reeves left home with Timmy. But I remember that my brother was a very handsome boy. He was lean and muscled and blonde, just like I am blonde. Ann and Timmy got the dark hair in the family, and Reeves and I got the blonde hair. I remember the morning that he left. He went into Ann's room, this room here, in fact, and he stayed there for the longest time and he came up zipping up his pants and he looked at Timmy, who was only eight years old and had never spoke a word in his life. He just said, 'Come on, Timmy,' and my other brother got up and walked out the door with him."
"And you never saw either one of them again?" Mose asked, although he had heard the answer to that question a thousand times. But it would not be right for her not to say it. It would not be a complete ritual of memory for either of them.
"We never saw either one of them, but we heard about them. Reeves and Timmy ran around all over Arkansas and Kansas and Missouri and Texas and Oklahoma, holding up banks and stores and things like that. They have not been caught in ten years, not once, though everybody knows who they are by now."
Mose had heard about Reeves Garrett long before he had met any member of the Garrett family. In some circles, Reeves Garrett was a legend, like a ghost or an avenging spirit. He was a hero to a lot of the men who worked for wages. They told stories about Reeves and his young brother, Timmy, the mute who was such a good shot with a pistol. They would walk into banks-little, high-interest banks, mostly-and they would rob those places and get away before anybody even realized what was happening. There had been other members of the Garrett gang too, but they were not so well known as Reeves and Timmy. They did not stay with Reeves for long, and a few of them had even been killed by the law. But Reeves and Timmy could not be killed. That was what some people said. Some of the people on the farms and on the highways claimed that Reeves and Timmy Garrett were immortal, like angels of God.
Mose had never believed that they were immortal, but he had enjoyed listening to the stories that people told. And, when he met Ann and found out that she was Reeves Garrett's sister, he wanted to marry her right away and get to know the whole family. He wanted to be as close to a legend as he could get.
Tammy Sue still ran her fingers through the dark hair on Mose's chest.
"I think you have an unnatural interest in my brother," she said.
"Not as unnatural as my wife had," he said softly.
Ann had confessed that to him on their wedding night. She had told him that, when she was a teen-aged girl, she had fucked her older brother twice. One of those times had been on the morning that he left home for good. That added to Mose's interest in Reeves.
When he felt the bitterness and the hardness in Ann, the stuff that should not have been in her while she was still so young, he thought that, maybe, Reeves had put it in her when he fucked her, that, somehow, those two times with her brother had changed the woman so that she could never be casual and carefree and youthful, as her little sister was.
Mose looked at Tammy Sue. She was youthful and fun-loving because she had never fucked either of her brothers. It was the youthful, half-crazy zest in her that he loved the most, that attracted him the most, and that was what he would never be able to find in Ann, no matter how deep he looked. Reeves, Mose thought, had fucked all of that zest out of the woman when she was just a teen-aged girl, as her sister was now a teen-aged girl.
Mose ran his hand through Tammy Sue's blonde hair and pulled her lips to his and kissed her. Tammy Sue was so soft and tempting, the man thought. No man could withstand temptation like that.
When the kiss was over, Tammy Sue looked into her brother-in-law's dark eyes and thought that she was very lucky to have a man like this with her during the lonely night. She was happy that her sister had married Mose. She thought that the man with the black hair on his chest was very sexy. His cock was big and meaty and unlike any of the cocks that she had had in her before. She had only fucked boys before Mose, but Mose was no boy. He was a real man, the kind of man that her sister deserved.
But Tammy Sue wanted to say just one more thing about her brother.
"Reeves is fucking crazy," she said softly, looking into Mose's eyes.
"How you know that?"
"I just know."
"Well, he must have something going for him to get his own sister to fuck him."
"Ann fucked him because he was crazy. There is something about crazy men that she-likes."
"She fucks me," Mose said with a grin.
"Then you must be crazy too," Tammy Sue said playfully.
It had ended up as a joke, but Tammy Sue knew that there was a kernel of truth in what she had said to her sexy brother-in-law. Reeves Garrett was crazy, and that had attracted her sister to him. Tammy Sue was sure that she would have been attracted to her brother too, if she had just been a little older when he had been around the house. Crazy men have a special power over women, crazy, handsome men were special fuckers. She knew that and she wondered for a second if Reeves would ever return to the house.
But then the girl stopped thinking about Reeves and started thinking about the naked, sexy man who lay there holding her in his masculine arms. She kissed his chest and stuck out her little tongue and ran it through his chest hair.
"Wanna fuck now?" she asked.
"Sure thing, Tammy Sue," Mose said with a grin. He slapped her rounded, young ass as he spoke to her.
The slap stung her and heated her and made her giggle. She started to lick his face with her warm, wet tongue.
"Come on, Mose," she moaned between licks, "Let's do it good, real good, this morning."
Tammy Sue needed it bad. She knew that it was Sunday morning and she knew that Ann had Sunday and Monday night off at the restaurant. That meant that she and Mose would not be able to fuck again until Tuesday night. She needed something to hold her over for all those hours, and she knew that Mose needed it too. She could feel his cock harden and jump up against her body as she lay with her leg thrown over his masculine, hairy, muscled flesh.
"I surrender, Tammy Sue," the man said with a grin.
Mose pulled Tammy Sue to him and kissed her. Her fresh, little mouth opened to his tongue and he moved into her sweetness and felt her tongue rub against his. He cupped one of her nice, young, rounded tits in his hand as Tammy Sue eased her hand between their bodies and lowered it to her own pussy. She slipped her finger into her cunt and started to move it around in there. Mose knew that she was getting herself ready for the fucking that he would give her.
It was not his fault, he thought again. It was not anybody's fault, except for maybe Reeves Garrett, who had taken all the sweetness out of Ann ten years before. But it was certainly not his fault. He was just doing what came naturally to a man, and this girl was something special, really something special. No man on earth could resist Tammy Sue.
Mose squeezed her tit and kissed her as she played with herself and wondered how many other men and boys this little sixteen-year-old goddess had fucked. He did not know for sure. He had never asked Tammy Sue any questions like that, because he had sensed that it was not his place to ask. After all, he thought, he was not her husband. He was just her brother-in-law.
Mose rolled over on the bed and Tammy
Sue rolled with him. Soon, she was on her back on the bed and he was kissing her and getting ready to move his mouth down to her young, pink nipple. They both knew that he was going to do that. He liked to suck on Tammy Sue's tit, and she liked it when he sucked and tongued that thing. It made her all wet and juicy inside, even more wet and juicy than when she played with herself. Tammy pulled her finger out of her cunt and raised it up and ran that finger across Mose's brow. She left a little bit of the juice there, to mix with his sweat when they started fucking good and steady.
Mose moved down that tit, licking and kissing the tender, young flesh of his sister-in-law. She ran her fingers through his dark hair and closed her eyes and thought about Bobby Rich, a boy that she fucked sometimes, a boy who just loved to suck on her tittie too. Tammy Sue had always called Bobby Rich her tittie baby, and he did not seem to mind that phrase at all. But she would never think of calling Mose a baby. Mose was a man with a hard and meaty cock and he knew how to use it. Bobby Rich was just a boy, a chubby, little sixteen-year-old. When he fucked Tammy. Sue, he seemed to slide all over her body before he finally got his cock into her. Mose did not slide. He moved into her pussy as if his cock was made of metal and she had a magnet in her cunt.
Mose even had a tattoo.
In the past few weeks, Tammy had grown to love that tattoo on Mose's arm. It was an eagle and it seemed very" noble to Tammy Sue, like something a real man would have. Right now, as Mose sucked on her tit with a tender power, she moved his arm close to her mouth and kissed that eagle. She felt Mose's muscle flex under that bird and she felt that Mose was a strong man, the kind of man that all American men should be.
The muscle under the eagle and the soft feeling that his sucking gave her made the little blonde very proud to be an American.
Mose took his lips off her nipple and put his arms around Tammy Sue and rolled with her again.
"I want you on top this time," he moaned to her, "riding" me."
"Okay?" she chirped. "Your pussy wet?"
She fingered herself again, although she knew that she was juicy and ready to fuck.
"Yep," she said with a grin. "Feels like Noah's flood down there." .
"Suck on my cock and get it good and hard, Tammy Sue."
"Okey dokey."
Mose laughed out loud. It was this girlish quality,' this young, chirping, thrilling innocence that he loved most about Tammy Sue. It was the quality that he had not found in his wife. He loved Ann and he knew he would feel guilty about this fucking when she got home and went to bed with him, but he could not help himself. He yearned for the fun-loving stuff that he found in Tammy Sue. His wife just did not seem to have any fun at all, and Mose suspected that Reeves Garrett was the cause of that. He suspected that the blonde outlaw had done something to his sister when he fucked her, something that gave her such a bitter spirit.
What had Reeves Garrett done to his sister to make her so old before her time? That was the question that still intrigued Mose, and he kept thinking that, if Tammy Sue told him the story often enough, he would be able to figure it out. She would say something different one day that would put everything together in Mose's head.
But, as Mose thought about Reeves and Ann, the chirping, little blonde, the innocent, worked her way down his body. He felt Tammy Sue's firm tits rub against his cock and he groaned with pleasure. This girl was so soft and so thrilling and so sexy, he thought. It was not his fault that he could not resist her temptation.
"Suck that thing, Tammy Sue," he moaned. "Make it hard and big so I can fuck you good before Ann and Melba get home."
"Okey dokey," she said again.
The chuckle in his throat turned into a growl as the girl touched his fiery, hardening cock.
Tammy Sue held Mose's cock in her hand and looked at it. The cock was hard and full and meaty, just as a cock should be, she thought. She had grown to think of this man as her trucker stud, although, of course, Mose did not really belong to her. He belonged to Ann, her sister. But Tammy Sue liked having him around on nights like the one that they had just shared. He was a man, not like the boys that she had fucked, and he had changed her life for the better when he had married Ann and started fucking Tammy Sue on the side.
Tammy Sue had been surprised that Ann had gotten married in the first place. The little blonde and her mother had always thought that Ann would wind up being an old maid. She had waited a long time to get married. Even though she had fucked truckers and other guys for years, she had not really shown an interest in settling down with any one man, and Tammy Sue knew that her sister had not wanted to settle down because Ann had always hoped that Reeves, her brother, would return. Tammy Sue that her older sister was in love in a strange way with her brother, that Ann had been changed by Reeves just as Tammy had been changed by Mose.
But Ann had gotten married, and Tammy Sue felt that she was very lucky to have Mose as a brother-in-law. She looked at the prick that grew in her hand and she glanced up at the eagle on the man's arm and she knew that she would never be satisfied with boyish fucking again, not after she had had Mose so regularly. She thought of Mose as a real man, a hard-working and hard-fucking man.
But she knew that Mose did not really work at all. Melba and Ann supported the family by working at the restaurant. Mose kept saying that he would go back to driving trucks when he got used to married life, but Tammy Sue knew that Mose did not want to drive trucks. He wanted to lie around all day and all night and fuck the two women of his life-the two Garrett sisters.
The little blonde wondered again what her sister would have said if she had learned about the times that Tammy Sue had fucked Mose. Would Ann be angry or would she just grin at her sister and decide to share the man? It was not like Tammy Sue was really taking anything away from her older sister, the little blonde thought. Mose still fucked her. He could fuck all day and all night. He was a man who seemed to be made for fucking.
He was a man who was centered in his cock, she thought as she handled the thing with her little fingers and watched it grow more powerful with every stroke that she gave the piece of meat. That prick was the center of his power.
And, boy oh boy howdy, did she love that center!
It was a special center, a special power that she felt enter her when she took that cock into her-either in her mouth or in her pussy-and it was a power that could only come from a man, not a boy, but a man.
She grinned up at Mose and then she turned back to concentrate on the prick. She ran her tongue over the slit at the end of the rod and she tasted the little bit of fluid that came to her there, the fluid that was sweet and yet manly. She kissed the red crown of that kingly cock and then she stuck out her tongue again and ran it around the pink tip slowly. When she felt Mose jerk, she knew that she was giving him pleasure and sending even more power to his cock, power that would wind up in her in just a few minutes.
She opened her girlish mouth and pressed her lips around the head of the prick and sucked and hummed on it with delight. She felt the power consuming her, engulfing her already.
Tammy Sue opened her mouth again and went down even further on the piece of meat. She had learned to take all of it into her and suck on all of it. She had learned that that gave Mose extra pleasure and extra power, and she liked the feel of that cock in her throat, that pulsing feeling that choked her and made her feel filled-up with desire.
Mose groaned. The girl was so soft, Mose thought, not like her sister, the one that he had married. Mose kept thinking that he might yet learn how to bring the softness back to Ann, that he might yet learn how to make the woman that he had married pliable. But, so far, he had failed in that. So far, he hadn't been able to give her that soft feeling that her little sister had.
His cock felt like it was being slowly peeled, and the stuff that had been about to explode in him now seemed ready to explode in his prick. Mose reached down and gently pulled Tammy Sue's head up, pulled her girlish lips away from his prick. She let the prick jump out of her mouth and she smiled at him.
Mose had not wanted to come in the girl's mouth. She did not mind. In fact, she had taken his juice in her mouth on that first night, when he had been terribly excited by the prospect of fucking this little blonde. But Mose did not like to come in a girl's mouth. He liked to come in a girl's pussy. That was what a man was supposed to do, he thought. Fags come in mouths; real men came in pussies, in cunts, in love-holes that yearned to be filled with the stuff.
Tammy Sue knew that Mose was ready to fuck and she remembered what he had told her when this action had started. He had said that he wanted her to ride him. She moved up his body and sat up and positioned herself over his body. She-put her hand on his stiff meat and aimed it at her pussy.
She grinned at him.
"You sure are something, Mose," she said.
He chuckled. She had said that to him that first night and she had said it to him every night since then. It had become part of their ritual, just like the part where he had her tell him about Reeves and Ann and the family history.
It was not his fault, he thought again, as he positioned herself over his cock. Not his fault, at all. He was just doing stuff that came natural to a man.
But he knew he would feel guilty about it in a little while, after it was over. He knew that he would hold Ann to him later in the morning and want to tell her about the whole thing, about how he fucked her sister. He did not like keeping secrets from his wife and several times he had almost told her the whole truth, but something had always stopped him. He knew that the truth would do no good. It would just make Ann sad or angry or both and it would not do him and Tammy Sue any good either. He knew that he would just have to live with the guilt that came to him every morning with the sun. It usually left him soon after sun-rise, and he knew that that guilt, that terrible guilt, would never be enough to keep him from fucking Tammy Sue. He knew that he would continue to fuck that sexy thing as long as she was around. He would never be able to resist her sexy, free youth.
Tammy Sue shivered as she lowered herself onto her brother-in-law's manly cock and felt it move into her pussy. No matter how many times she fucked him, she always loved that first entrance, that first move into her wetness. It always felt to Tammy Sue that there was rubble on a road-the road of her pussy-and Mose's cock was a truck that was pushing that cunt rubble out of the way. At least, that was the idea that she got into her head on this morning. She had different ideas every time they fucked, and she liked those ideas that came to her. They made her feel like a little girl playing games again.
Mose would drive through the rubble with his truck. Tammy Sue giggled as she felt the meat slide deep inside her and she knew that Mose would be shifting into high gear very soon. Maybe, she thought, his truck would backfire as it moved down the country road of her pussy. She felt warm when she thought about his powerful truck, his sixteen-wheeled cock.
And then Mose did seem to shift into another gear. He put his hands around her waist and flexed his muscles, flexed his eagle, and he raised his hips. With a jerk, he drove deep into her sweet, young pussy.
Tammy Sue put her hands on Mose's hairy, muscled chest and held on as he started to fuck her, to buck her and drive into her. He was going in deeper than any other man had ever gone and cleaning out more rubble than any of the boys could clean with their smaller, less experienced pricks.
Mose raised his hands and put them on her tits as if they twin gear-shifts, two of them because one could never control as much power as Mose had in his truck-prick.
"Slam it to me!" Tammy Sue yelled. "Drive that truck right through me!"
Mose laughed when he heard those words.
They did not make much sense to him, but he knew that Tammy Sue was just having one of her girlish, fucking fantasies. That was another thing about her that he liked. He could never figure out what she was thinking about when they fucked, but he knew that she always thought about fun things, powerful things when he had his cock in her. He liked knowing that his cock reminded her of powerful things.
And it was all so much fun, so playful and so filled with innocent youth.
Mose understood one thing. Tammy Sue wanted him to fuck her harder with his cock. She wanted him to drive deeper into her. Hanging onto her tits, he raised his hips again and again and thrust his cock into her, feeling her sweet, little pussy tighten around him.
"Clear out that rubble!" she cried with her eyes closed and her head thrown back. "Clear out that fucking rubble and blaze the trail down my country road!"
Mose became excited with her strange words and fucked her with even more power. As he fucked her and sweated and groaned and grunted with his work, his delightful work, he looked out the bedroom window and saw the sun coming up. He continued to fuck the little blonde as he saw that sun rising up the sky. As long as he fucked Tammy Sue, he thought, he would not taste the guilt. He would only feel guilty after the fucking was over, and, he reasoned, if he was going to feel guilty anyway, he might as well suffer the guilt because of a good fuck, a grand and glorious fuck.
He was not to blame, he kept telling himself. Nobody was to blame at all.
In Tammy Sue's mind, Mose's truck cock became a bull-dozer, a big, roaring thing that picked up the rubble and lifted it to the heavens. The rubble in her pussy was scooped up his cock and lifted higher and higher as Tammy Sue came up higher. She felt the sun warming her rubble and she knew that she was going to fall, that soon that bull-dozer was going to drop her rubble just where it wanted that rubble to be.
The scoop on the bull-dozer came open and Tammy Sue's rubble came falling back to the earth. It came back with a rush and Tammy rode the cock with a new energy as that rush filled her body and her spirit.
She opened her little mouth and moaned to him and waited for the rubble to hit the ground.
When the rubble landed on the soft earth, she came, and she cried out as the orgasm shot through her.
"Watch out! Watch out for falling rocks!"
Mose would have laughed at that too, but was too busy coming, too busy giving Tammy Sue his power and his semen to laugh at her statement. He shot his warm come up her pussy and put his hands on her thighs and held her down as she shivered through her own orgasm and his orgasm.
When things were over, when the rubble was resting on the earth again, when it had stopped tumbling in her mind, Tammy Sue lifted Mose's arm to her and leaned forward and kissed his great, American eagle. She smiled at him and looked at the eagle again and then saluted it sharply.
Then the man did laugh at her girlish play, and, as he laughed, he repeated the words that she had used when she had felt the orgasm moving through her.
"Watch out for falling rocks?"
The teen-aged blonde just shrugged her shoulders. She did not want to explain anything to Mose. She knew that explanation would ruin the fun that they had. She fell forward and lay on his strong, naked body and felt his hairy chest under her soft, girlish tits as Mose smelled her hair.
"Reeves is crazy," she said again, softly, not really knowing why she was talking about her brother-the man she had not seen for years.
But, for some reason, it was important to Tammy Sue to remind this man of her opinion of Reeves.
"Yep," Mose said, "but he is crazy like nobody else in the world is crazy. He is crazy like some of kind of supernatural thing."
Tammy Sue moved up to her elbows and looked at Mose.
"He ain't supernatural," she said. "He is my brother and one time, when I was just a little thing, I went out to the outhouse and opened the door and he was sitting in there, shitting away. Supernatural things don't shit, Mose. Reeves is a crazy outlaw and Timmy is a mute, and that is all that there is to it."
Mose ran his hand through her soft, blonde hair.
"Maybe," he said softly. "Maybe."
But Tammy Sue knew that the man did not believe her, that he still thought that there was something special about Reeves Garrett, and Tammy Sue knew too that she thought there was something special about her brother, something that she did not understand herself.
With Mose's withering cock still inside her pussy, she laid her head on his chest and held him close for a few more minutes. In no time, she thought, Ann and her mother would be home and then she would not be able to touch Mose for several days. She did not want to leave him until she had to.
Mose let the girl stay with him, lying on him, her softness matching his hardness, and he looked out the window at the sun that blazed in the summer sky.
And he felt that guilt coming on.
But he kept telling himself that it was not his fault, that he was not doing anything that was really bad.
And he wondered why something in his soul told him that he was lying.
CHAPTER TWO
Reeves Garrett sat on the passenger's side in the front seat of the car and watched his young brother, Timmy, go into the woods to take a leak.
The car was parked just off the road about ten miles from their home in Alma, Arkansas, and, as the sun came up, Reeves knew that he and Timmy would be home for breakfast.
He lit a cigarette and took a drag on it and laughed. He had just thought about the women in his family and he had thought about how surprised they would be be to see him and Timmy after all these years.
Timmy, Reeves thought, comprehending for the first time that his brother was now eighteen and should be a man in people's eyes. But he would never be a man. Always Timmy. Never Tim. He would always be a child, a deadly and terrible child. First, Reeves thought, there was his size. Timmy was barely over five feet tall and weighed little more than ninety pounds. But mostly he would never be a man because he would never be able to speak in a deep, baritone voice, the kind of voice that Reeves had. Timmy had never spoken at all and he would never speak. He would never make a sound.
But Reeves did not feel sorry for his little brother. Timmy had made quite a name for himself in the past few years and he had developed his own, very manly art. He was the best shot with a pistol that Reeves had ever seen. He could hit such small targets and he was so cold when he shot. He could kill a man quickly and without any hesitation at all. Reeves admired that and he appreciated it too. Timmy's ability with a gun had come in very handy a couple of times when they had been cornered by the law.
And why feel sorry for Timmy? Reeves had always thought that Timmy was strangely immortal. He would always be a boy, a little boy, and that meant that he would never die. It was a strange idea, but it was the kind of idea that had been filling Reeves' head for years now, since he had left home that morning ten years before.
And now he was going home. He and Timmy were going home.
Thoughts of home and immortality left the young man's head as the blonde girl moved her hand over his crotch. She slowly and carefully zipped his trousers.
Reeves looked down at Jill, who lay in the front seat, and he smiled at the crazy girl who drove for him.
She was one hell of a driver, he thought. She had come in handy too because she could handle a car so well. It seemed strange to him that a girl would be able to drive that well, and such a young girl too. Reeves was not sure how old Jill was but he figured that she was probably seventeen or so. She was skinny and her face was not very pretty and her long blonde hair always seemed to be a little dirty, even though she washed it every day.
But, fuck, man, she could drive! And that is why Reeves had invited her to join the gang.
Well, he thought, taking another drag on the cigarette as Jill pulled his cock out of his trousers, that was not the only reason that he had asked her to join him. This girl also knew how to suck a cock and how to fuck with an certain easy craziness that he liked. She would do anything that he told her to do. She worshipped him as if he were a god.
And Reeves had started to wonder lately if he was a god.
But, just as soon as he wondered that, he would push the idea out of his head. After all, he thought, he did not want to be as crazy as Jill was.
And this girl was as crazy as a peach orchard boar.
As the girl handled his cock, Reeves reached out and put his hand on her skinny butt and felt her bones through the blue jeans that she wore. She played with his cock and tilted her head back and looked up at him. And she sang.
"Don't sell Daddy any more whiskey. You know it will take him away. We are all hungry and Momma is crying. Don't sell him no whiskey today."
That was another sign of her craziness, Reeves thought, the songs that she was always singing. They never seemed to fit what she was doing and they never seemed to fit anything in the real world. Reeves had never heard most of the songs before and he sometimes wondered if she made them up. She might even be a composer, he thought, but he knew that she would never amount to much because crazy people never do.
The blonde looked back at his cock and felt the thing harden in her hand. There was something in that cock that made Jill feel very proud of herself, just as if she were on the stage at the Grand Ole Opry. The blonde remembered that she used to sit in the home and think about being on that stage, with all the people applauding her and all the lights shining down on her like she was something very special. When she had gone to Nashville, they had laughed at her and they had told her that she would never make it to the Opry. So she had hooked up with Reeves when he found her in a bar down in the worst part of town. But, when she felt Reeves' cock like this, she felt that she was on that stage, singing to folks who loved her and loved her music. She would be dressed in a pretty, purple cowgirl outfit on that stage and she would have big tits. Jill was sure that that was one reason why they had laughed at her in Nashville. Her tits were not tits at all. They were warts. She wanted tits as big as a sofa for Reeves to sit on if he wanted to do that. People would have listened to her sing if she had had big tits.
But Jill understood that Reeves did not really mind that she did not have any tits. He liked her mouth more than anything else, her singing mouth. He liked it when she sucked his cock with that mouth and she knew that that mouth was important to him, just like it would have been important to the audience at the Opry. As she looked at his cock, she thought of it as a microphone and she sang across that cock.
"Come gather round, my children, and listen while I tell of the fate of Floyd Collins, a man we all knew well. His face was fair and handsome. His heart was true and brave. His body now lies sleeping in a lonely, sandstone cave."
Jill loved the old songs, the sad songs best. To her, they seemed to make more sense than the songs that she heard today on the radio. The sadness seemed more real in the old songs.
"Oh, Mother, don't you worry. Dear Father, don't be sad-"
Reeves grabbed her long, blonde hair and gave her head a jerk.
"Shut the fuck up, Jillie," he said. "Suck my cock and make me come. Little Timmy will be back any minute now and you know that he hates to see you suck my cock."
Reeves knew even as he said it that he was lying, that Timmy was probably right now standing behind a tree, waiting until he could see Jill's body behind the steering wheel. His silent brother was very patient. He would wait forever if he had to. He had spent his life waiting for some words to come, some sound, and that had taught him to be very patient.
But the older brother also knew that Timmy did not like to see some girl suck Reeves off. It embarrassed Timmy in a way that Reeves could never understand. Before Jill had joined them more than a year before, there had been other girls and they had embarrassed Timmy too. When one or two of them had taken a liking to him and tried to get the boyish mute in bed with them, he had pulled his gun on them and stood there shivering and shaking like the earth would not hold still under his feet.
Reeves did not understand that at all. He had always liked fucking, ever since that first afternoon when he had fucked his sister, and, of course, Timmy had never been able to explain why he felt the way he did. He had never been able to explain anything to anybody.
But the blonde, young man stopped thinking about his strange brother when he felt Jill's mouth on his cock. She was very good at that too.
Jill kissed his prick softly and then opened her mouth and let the thing go into her. She was loving that prick, making love to it as if it were the most important thing in the world to her, Reeves thought. She was crazy, but, at moments such as this one, Reeves did not care. In her mind, Jill heard the applause of the audience at the Grand Ole Opry as she scampered off the stage in her little, purple, cowgirl outfit. They were applauding her singing and she was easing her tired, wonderful throat with this cock, this sweet meatiness that filled her up.
The blonde opened her mouth and throat wide and took all of the stiffening rod into her. The pulsing was there when the cock was deep in her throat and the music, the sweet, old sad songs, ran through her head as she sucked.
"Come home, my boy, your dear old father wants you. Come home, my boy, your dear old mother's dead."
Jill began to move her head up and down with the rhythm of the old song and she heard Reeves growl with the passion that she was giving him. She knew that she was pleasing her audience with her sad, old mouth.
Reeves threw his head back and closed his eyes and sighed. The air came out of his lungs in a soft, short sound.
He was going home, he thought, and, when he thought of home, he thought mostly of Ann, the girl that he had fucked so many years before, his own sister. He had fucked her twice, and the first time had been his first time with any girl. He had replayed that scene often in his mind, for it was the most important scene in his life.
He had been fourteen years old and he had been just a normal, happy teen-ager with a family. His mother had had her four children in two spurts, it seemed. Ann was fifteen and the two babies were years younger. Timmy was eight and Tammy Sue was six at that time.
Life had been different for Reeves on that afternoon. It was six months before he left the house and took Timmy with him. His world had not yet fallen apart. That had happened suddenly that morning that he left.
But, at this moment, with Jill sucking on his cock, Reeves refused to think about the day that his life had fallen apart. He wanted instead to think about the good morning, the morning that he had been lying on his bed, tugging on his young cock and thinking about the girls at school. That was the morning that he had thought that he was alone in the house. But he was not alone, and he found that out when Ann, his older sister, opened the door and looked at him as he lay there naked with his boyish cock in his hand.
When he heard the door open, he jerked his head to one side and looked straight at Ann. But he was too surprised to take his hand off his cock. In fact, he had not even stopped pulling on it.
But he was frightened. He did not know what Ann would think about his beating off in this way. When she smiled at him, however, his fears flew and he sighed with a boyish growl.
"Mighty nice cock you have there, little brother," the girl had said as that smiled covered her face.
"Uh, uh, thank you, Ann."
He had blushed right after those words were out of his mouth. It was stupid to thank a girl-even your sister-when she complimented your cock. Even at fourteen, Reeves knew that.
Ann had continued to smile at him and had stepped into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. As she stood there, looking at him, Reeves saw his sister in a new light. He saw her not as a brother but as a man looking at a woman. She was a sexy thing. Her tits were nice and rounded and her face was soft and girlish. She had gone out with guys for the past year or so. Reeves knew that. But he now wondered about something that he had never thought about before.
And he asked the question with his throat dry and excited.
"Have you ever had one of these in you, Ann?"
To his surprise, her smile did not vanish. She did not seemed at all shocked by his question. She seemed to understand that the question was a natural one for a naked brother to ask his sister.
"Sure," she said, "a couple of them, but neither of those was as nice and as big as yours."
Reeves had felt very proud of himself at that moment. His sister had given him the ultimate compliment, he thought, and he felt his boyish chest expand with the masculine pride that he felt in his spirit.
Ann was wearing one of her summer dresses, a loose thing that hung from her shoulders by two little straps. Reeves knew that his sister was naked under that dress. She often ran around without any underwear in the summertime. He remembered when he had been younger that he had seen her bare butt one afternoon when the wind had blown her loose, summer dress up.
Now he wanted to see her like that again. No, he thought, he wanted more than that. He wanted to see her naked. He wanted to see his sister naked and he wanted to fuck her with this cock, the one that she had said was better than any other cock that she had ever seen.
"Come here, Ann," he said, trying to sound as masculine as possible as the desire filled him up.
He still tugged on his cock. He still played with himself in that special way.
"Aw, Reeves," she said, leaning against the door. "It wouldn't be right. You are my brother and all."
Reeves was suddenly angry. Was she trying to tease him and get away without fucking him? His masculine pride, a new sensation in his mind and spirit, would not allow him to stand for that. He pointed at his rod.
"You said you never saw one that looked as nice," he said.
"That's true. I have never seen one that looked as good as that one."
She admitted it again, but she did not move away from the wall. She did not come toward him.
"Well, Ann," he said, "you owe it to yourself then. You owe it to yourself to fuck this cock that looks so nice."
She shrugged her shoulders.
"But it would not be right. You are my brother and I am your sister."
"Shit fire, Ann!" the boy yelled, sitting up on the bed. "You got a pussy and I have got a cock and that is what counts right now."
"But-"
"Get over here or I am going to come out and fuck you right up against that fucking wall."
Reeves knew that she wanted it just as much as he did. She yearned for this fucking, and he would force, her to do it if he had to because he knew that this fucking would bring her joy, that this fucking would be special to her.
Special, the younger brother kept thinking, special. This would be special for her. He would make sure of that. He had never fucked any girl before, but he somehow knew that he could fuck Ann and fuck her well. He would understand what she needed without being told because they were brother and sister, because they would be the closest kin that there could be in this world. He looked at his sister with his eyes burning with passion. He would use his will on her, he thought. He would force her to that bed with his own masculine will.
The girl moved away from the wall. She did not speak to her brother, to the boy who was filled with the masculine will, the will that she could not resist. She just looked into his eyes. She did not even look at his cock. Reeves knew that she did not have to. That cock was etched in her mind. That cock would never leave her memory now-now that she had seen it in all of its glory and fullness and manhood. Now she knew that that cock was meant for her, and she knew that she would not be able to resist such a masculine object of desire.
Looking into her brother's blue eyes, Ann reached out and brushed the straps of her summer dress from her shoulders. She shook herself and let the garment fall on the floor.
And then she stood naked in front of Reeves.
She was a beautiful and as sexy as he had imagined that she would be. She had dark hair, hair that cascaded down to her strong, womanly shoulders. And her tits were full and round and big and heaving with youthful desire for her brother. Her belly was firm too, firm and strong and tanned by the sun. Reeves wondered how it had gotten so tan. He had a vision of his sister dancing naked somewhere in the middle of the woods, dancing alone and wanting him and asking some kind of sun god for him with every pagan step that she took.
But her bush was the most important thing. Reeves had never seen cunt hair before, had never even imagined what cunt hair would look like. Her girlish bush was thick and dark. The hair was long and lush and Reeves knew that it would be soft to his touch, soft and special as this moment would be special to both of them.
"Come here," he said, his voice soft but powerful just the same.
Ann walked toward him like a girl who was mesmerized by the words that came from her brother's lips. She walked with a sure and slow and steady step and she kept her eyes on him as she came to the bed.
Finally, the naked girl who was his sister was standing in front of him. Reeves reached out and put his hand flat on her stomach and felt the girl tremble with the tension of the moment in the quiet room.
He ran that hand down her belly and moved his fingers into the bush, the beautiful bush of hair that grew there just for him.
"Good," he said.
Reeves put his hands on Ann's side and pulled her toward him as they fell back on the bed. She was on top of him, her tits in his face. He caught one of her pink nipples in his mouth and sucked on it and felt his sister moan and tremble and surrender completely to him.
Then, sucking on her nipple, Reeves rolled over and slowly let Ann move onto the sheet. She put her arms around his neck and played with his blonde hair as he sucked on the tit.
Then the two of them moved up the bed, moved like dancers, like two people who had been trained to move together at this special moment, and Reeves thought that it was only right that they should move together in this way, that, after all, they came from the same womb and they came from the same seed. They were special to each other in more ways than one.
Reeves stopped sucking the tit and moved up his sister's body and kissed her for the first time, kissed her not as a brother would kiss a sister but as a man would kiss a woman. She opened her mouth and his tongue darted into her, invaded her, as his stiff cock moved against her body. He felt a special delight in his soul as he felt the tip of his cock move through that heavy bush of hair on her body. It was like a garden, he thought, and he was like a new Adam, walking through the Garden of Goodness and Delight.
Soon they would be fucking, he thought. Soon they would be sharing something that only a brother and a sister could share.
That moment, that realization was wonderful, because he knew that he had controlled his sister with his masculine will, and he knew that, if he could get Ann to do this with him, he would be able to get anyone to do anything. At that moment, he felt invincible.
As he felt invincible on this morning, sitting in the car. He was groaning and thrusting his hips up and forcing his cock further and further into Jill's throat and the crazy girl was taking all of it into her, sucking him all in and slurping with the passion that grew in her throat-grew as his cock grew.
Reeves threw his head on the seat and growled as he came.
"Ann," he said, "come to me. Come to your brother."
It was the memory, the memory of the power that he had over his sister on that morning so many years ago that set Reeves off on this morning, that made him come in buckets into Jill's mouth as he bucked against her. The crazy girl hung on and took it all, took all of his powerful semen and swallowed it.
In Jill's mad mind, the semen from Reeves eased her throat after a night of singing for her fans, her adoring public, at the Opry. It was like warm honey, and a lot of singers, a lot of cowgirls, needed honey to keep their voices working in top form.
When Reeves was finished with his coming, the crazy girl slowly took her mouth off the cock and raised up and looked at him. She smiled as the come came out of her mouth and moistened her lips with its dampness. She licked those lips and then she sang.
"Oh, who did you say it was, Brother? Oh, who was it fell by the way? When whiskey and blood ran together, did you hear anyone pray?"
Reeves lit another cigarette and looked out in the woods. He knew that Timmy was waiting out there and he wanted his brother to come back and get in the car so that they could go home to their loving family, their women.
"Get the fuck over behind the wheel," he snarled at the blonde crazy girl.
Jill moved across the seat and sat there and put her hands on the steering wheel as she continued to sing.
"I didn't hear nobody pray, dear brother. I didn't hear nobody pray. I heard the crash on the highway, but I didn't hear nobody pray."
Timmy came walking out of the woods and opened the back door and moved into the back seat. He shut the door and stared straight ahead. Reeves turned around and smiled at him. Timmy smiled back rather listlessly. The mute boy knew what his brother had been doing in that car and he knew what Jill had been doing for Reeves. The mute did not like it at all, but he had given up long ago on trying to stop his brother from messing around with worthless women.
Reeves looked at Jill and snarled at her again.
"For fuck's sake, let's get going."
The girl continued to sing as she pulled onto the road and drove toward Alma. She sang of the wreck on the highway, where she didn't hear nobody pray.
CHAPTER THREE
As the sun came up, Sheriff Cisco Malone and his deputy, Rodbush, came into the truck stop and sat down in a booth and motioned for Melba Garrett to come over.
Melba was forty years old, but she was still a sexy woman, and a lot of the truckers had tried to fuck her. But Melba did not fuck many men, and she only did it when she had a good reason. She had decided several years before to let her daughters do all the casual screwing around. She Was going to save her pussy for. the times when she really needed a man's help.
She had big tits and a firm ass, but she was a basically slender woman. She had kept herself in shape by working hard as a waitress and by watching her own diet. She had seen many waitresses get fat because they pigged out on pie and ice cream during their breaks. She had seen others grow skinny because, after handling so much food and seeing how it was prepared in the back, they lost their appetite. Melba had guarded against both extremes. She had eaten reasonable meals all of her life and she had made sure that her daughters ate good and healthy food too.
All her children were healthy, even her sons, she reckoned. They had been healthy when they had left her home ten years before. And they still seemed to have enough strength to hold up liquor stores and banks and things like that. She thought about her sons often. They had been the cross that she had had to bear for years. And she especially thought about Timmy. She kept wondering why Reeves had taken Timmy off with him the decade before. Timmy had only been a little boy of eight at the time,, Reeves was crazy. Melba knew that, but Timmy was just a mute. If he had not gone off with Reeves, he would have grown into someone who was respectable. She was sure of that. But Timmy had become a criminal just like his older brother, and some news reporters said that he was even more brutal and deadly than crazy Reeves. She felt sorry every time she heard about some new crime that they had pulled, especially sorry for Timmy. He had been such a pretty, little baby. And Melba knew when the sheriff called her over that he had some news about her sons. He often came up and told her that her boys had been seen in Oklahoma or in Texas or something like that.
She walked over to the sheriff with a slow and lazy movement. She did not want to hear the news that he had for her. She was sure of that.
"What is it, Cisco?" she asked, putting her hand on her hip and standing there like a tired old horse.
"We got some big news about your boys," the sheriff said. "What time you and Ann get off work?"
Melba knew the deal. It was the same thing every time Cisco had any news about Timmy and Reeves. He and one of his deputies would come .in and promise to tell her something if she would fuck Cisco and Ann would fuck the deputy. Usually the news that Cisco had was not worth fucking for. But Melba knew that she could never take a chance. Cisco was the only way that she had of hearing about her sons, unless they wound up doing something so notorious and terrible that they got written up in the paper. And the mother knew that she could never really believe what the newspapers said about the boys either. Cisco had given her some worthless information, but he was an honest man in his own way. He had never lied to her.
"We get off in about twenty minutes," she said.
"Meet you at the regular place," Cisco said and he and the deputy started to get up. They had gotten what they had come for.
But Melba wanted to explain something to them.
"Cisco," she said, "I don't think Ann will want to join us this morning. She got married a few months ago."
"What?" the sheriff said.
It had been several months since she had had word of Reeves and Timmy, news to give the waitress.
"What is Rodbush going to do?" the sheriff asked, pointing at his deputy, a young man who looked positively simple-minded to Melba. "I done promised Rodbush that he could have himself some nooky this morning, and he has been looking forward to it all night, haven't you, Rodbush?"
The deputy gave the sheriff a crooked grin and nodded his head.
"Well," Melba said, trying to compromise with the sheriff and his deputy, "if it is all right with Rodbush, I think that I could handle both of you this morning. I am sure raring to go."
That last part was a lie, but Melba grinned at both of them when she said it and she knew that Cisco did not care if she were lying and that Rodbush was obviously too stupid to realize that she found him to be ugly and idiotic.
Cisco put his hand on his pistol and scratched his chin.
"Well, now, Melba," he said, "I don't know if I want to share you. Are you sure that Ann-"
"I am sure," the mother said quickly.
She knew that Ann would fuck this Rodbush if she had to, but Melba wanted to make sure that Ann did not have to do that if she could.
Cisco looked at his idiot deputy.
"What say, Rodbush?"
"Okay with me, Cisco," the man muttered, staring at Melba's big tits.
"All right," the sheriff said, "guess I can share you this one time. But next time maybe that little one of yours, Tammy Sue, can join us."
"Maybe so," Melba said, although the very idea of her young, sweet, blonde daughter fucking something like this deputy turned her stomach. Tammy Sue might fuck, Melba thought. In fact, the mother was sure that her daughter did fuck men. She would not be her mother's daughter if she had let her sixteenth birthday pass her by as a virgin. But Tammy Sue was going to make it with the men she wanted to make it with. Melba did not want her little girl forced to do things that were unnatural.
Ann was different, the mother thought, as the two men walked away from her and strolled out of the restaurant. Ann was a little dead in the spirit and it did not make much difference to Ann who or what she fucked. It had been that way for the longest time, and Melba had never understood what had caused that in her oldest daughter. She just knew that it was there, a dead spirit and a genuine lack of caring about sex.
But Tammy Sue was fiery and fun-loving. She did care about herself and she was high-spirited. Melba did not want some guy like this Rodbush putting his pecker into that daughter's pussy. Tammy Sue deserved better, and Melba wanted to make sure that her blonde daughter always knew that.
Melba walked back to her daughter, Ann. The oldest girl was standing by the counter, waiting for an order to be filled.
"I have to meet Cisco after work," the mother said. :
She did not have to say any more. Her daughter understood what was happening and what was going to happen to her mother.
"Do I go too?" she asked, her voice dead and tired.
"No," the mother said, "I will handle it."
"What about his deputy."
"I will handle both of them," the mother said firmly. "But-I-"
"No, Ann. You are a married woman now. It would not be right."
Ann watched her mother walk away. Yes, she thought, it would not be right, but she had done a lot of things that were not right in her life. Fucking her own brother. There was something that was as wrong as it could be, but Ann had done that and she had done it with eagerness. She would do it again if she got the chance. That was something that her mother did not know, that her mother would never know, but Ann knew a lot about how to do things that were not right. They were easy to do if you were in a stud's power, as she had been in Reeves' power.
But, in a way, Ann was happy that her mother had taken on the responsibility for all of the lawmen who came by with news of Reeves and Timmy. This morning, Ann wanted to get home and give her new husband, Mose a damned good fucking. Then she wanted to go to sleep. She looked up at the clock. It was seven-thirty. She would get off at eight, and she felt as if he could sleep for a million years.
At five minutes after eight that morning, Ann stopped the car in front of the roadside motel, a seedy little place that did not do much business. Her mother got out of the car and walked slowly, but determinedly to the motel room where the sheriff and his deputy were waiting for her. She knew which one it was. The police car was parked in front of that door. Ann watched her mother move away from the car and then she drove on. Cisco would give her a ride home.
Melba Garrett knocked on the door of that motel room and Cisco answered.
"Howdy-doo," he said, and the smell of liquor hit Melba in the face. The sheriff had been drinking. He was standing there in his undershorts. She walked past him into the room and looked around. She did not see Rodbush anywhere, so she turned her eyes back to Cisco, the sheriff. He was a handsome man in a rustic sort of way. He had kept himself trim by exercising and running and his gray hair made him look a little distinguished. But he was not distinguished. When it came down to it, he was a silly, small-town lawman with silly, small-town ways.
"Where's the deputy?" the woman asked, as she started to unbutton her white, waitress uniform.
"That fucking Rodbush can't hold his liquor," the sheriff said, chuckling as he walked to the bathroom and kicked the door open. The deputy was lying on the floor in there and the smell of vomit came out of the room like a fog.
"Shut the door, Cisco," the woman said. "I don't want to have to smell that stuff."
Cisco did as she requested.
Melba took off her uniform and sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled off her shoes and heavy, white hose. As she did that, she asked Cisco questions.
"Well, are you gonna tell? What are my sons up to now, Cisco?"
The lawman chuckled and poured himself another shot of whiskey.
"Now, Melba," he said with a grin, "you ought to know by now that that is not the way that it works. First, the fucking, Melba, and then the news. It is big news this time, I assure you."
The woman sighed. She always tried to find out about her sons before the fucking started, but Cisco would never tell her until he had had his fun. But she was sure that he did have news of her sons, and, if he said it was big news this time, she was sure that it was. Cisco was, in his way, an honest man, although he was not above a little graft and corruption. For example, he got this room in this motel because he let the whores work out of this motel on weekends, and he got liquor from other people who broke the law in little ways. But, if somebody tried to break the law in a big way, to steal something or kill someone, Cisco would go after them with a fury.
And he was a handsome man. He sipped on the drink as Melba took off her bra and let her big tits swing free.
"You still look mighty good, Melba," the man said. "I have known you for years, and I am here to tell you that you sure look mighty good."
"I try to hold on to what I have, Cisco. You look pretty good yourself."
"Yep," Cisco said, as the woman stood up and took off her panties, "I would say that both of us is in the prime of life."
The sheriff sipped on his drink.
"How come a pretty woman like you never got married again after your husband died, Melba. I mean, J. D. has been dead now going on ten years."
"He died the day before my boys left me," she said, with her voice choking with sadness.
"Well," Cisco said, "how come you never married another man? There is a lot of men in Alma who would marry you, even today, Melba, rich men and good men. I might even marry you myself if you asked me real sweet."
He chuckled and Melba laughed too-with a false, tired laugh.
"I just never found any man who could make me forget J. D., " she said softly. "I mean a man who could make me forget him forever."
She grinned and put on her sexiest moves as she walked toward the sheriff. She put her hands on his hair.
"Now, Cisco," she said softly, standing very close to him and letting her breasts touch his hard and manly chest, "you make me forget J. D. better than anyone else."
The lawman moved easily, setting down his drink and taking the naked woman in his arms and kissing her. As they kissed, Melba felt his cock rising in his shorts and she knew that she was going to find out about her boys very soon.
She also knew that she was going to enjoy this a little bit. She always did with Cisco. In his own way, he was a very good and upright man and, in every way, he was a good fuck.
Tammy Sue was just getting up from the cot in the front room when Ann came into the house.
"Hi," she said, sleepily.
"Hi, Tammy Sue," the older sister said.
She did not ask where her husband was. She knew that Mose would still be in bed. On most mornings like this one, Ann headed for the bedroom right away, but this morning she stopped and looked at her sister. The little Blonde was wearing a shortie nightgown and she looked very cute and sexy in that thing. Ann thought for a minute that it might not be a good idea to leave her husband and her sister alone in the house all night. But then she thought that she was just imagining things. She gave her husband all the loving that he needed, and, anyway, a waitress could make more money in tips working the all-night shift. That was when the drunks from Fort Smith came in, and they liked to give Ann dollar tips just on the chance that she might let one of them into her panties. Of course, she never did, but she always made the drunks think that each one of them might have a chance the next time he came in.
Tammy Sue got up from the cot and moved slowly and sleepily into the bathroom. She had perfected this act during the last few weeks. She always, made her sister think that she had just awakened. That way, she thought, Ann would never think that she and Mose had just knocked off a nice, little morning fuck.
Ann walked into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. She looked at Mose, who lay there, still asleep. She moved softly around the room, taking off her uniform. When she was naked, she eased onto the bed next to her handsome husband and rubbed his back with her hand.
"Good morning, Mose," she said softly, blowing in his ear.
"Huh?" he half-growled.
Her husband turned over and opened his eyes and grinned at her.
"Good morning, honey," he said.
Ann put her arms around Mose and pressed her firm tits against his body. She spread her legs and lifted one over his body and rubbed him with the soft skin of her inner thigh.
"Are you glad to see me, Mose?"
"Sure, honey."
"And what do you do when you see a girl that you are glad to see?"
"I get all hard and I want to fuck her," he said with a grin.
This was something of a ritual, he thought. She liked to hear words like this come out of his mouth early in the morning, when she got off from work. But, already, the guilt was coming up on him, creeping up from the pit of his stomach. He put his arms around Ann and held her close and kissed her softly on the lips and tried to fight off the guilt that way. Every morning, about this time, he vowed never to fuck Tammy Sue again, but every night, when his wife and his mother-in-law went to work, he would look at the little blonde and know that he could not resist temptation. He was just not strong enough. Was any man strong enough to resist a thing as good and sweet as Tammy Sue? Mose doubted it.
The man and his wife kissed as her leg went over his body and Ann felt free for the first time in hours.
Tammy Sue sat on the toilet and thought about Ann and Mose in there, making love. She had to admit it. She was jealous. She knew that her sister had a right to fuck her own husband, but Tammy Sue loved Mose. She would never tell him that because it would just screw things up and things were about as good as they were going to be right now. But she loved that man for sure.
It was all that the little blonde could do to keep from rushing into that bedroom and announcing her love for Mose to her sister, telling Ann what happened between her and Mose at night when Ann was working.
And she thought again that it would be a long time, two whole days, before she would get another chance at Mose.
Then Tammy Sue suddenly realized that her mother had not been with her sister when Ann had come into the house. Tammy Sue knew what that meant. Her mother was with Cisco and that meant that Cisco had news of Reeves and Timmy. Tammy Sue wondered what kind of news her mother would have when she got home from fucking the lawman.
Probably nothing special, she decided. The only big news that Cisco could have about Timmy and Reeves was that they had been killed or captured, and Tammy Sue was sure that that had not happened. She did not think that her brothers could be killed or captured. In the back of her mind, she thought of the Garrett brothers in the same way many people did, in the same way that maybe Mose did. She thought that Reeves and Timmy were immortal, fucking immortal.
Now that Cisco had his shorts off, he stepped close to Melba, who sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him. She knew what was coming. Cisco was a good fuck, but he was as regular as clockwork. He liked to do the same stuff in the same order every time that he and Melba got together. It was only when she thought about what other men had asked her to do for them that Melba realized that Cisco was probably the least weird male in Alma. The stuff that he liked was fairly normal and fun for Melba too.
like now. She lifted his heavy cock with her hand and opened her red lips and slipped the cock into her and started to suck, that was normal and common, she thought. That was not bad at all and Cisco was always clean when he met with Melba on these mornings. Ann had told her mother that the sheriff had also always made sure that his deputies were clean for her too. Melba appreciated that and she did not mind at all the taste of his cock. It was manly and firm and strangely sweet and musky too. She sucked on it with a certain relish.
If Cisco would only come to her at a different time, she thought, she would enjoy it even more. But he always wanted to meet her in the morning, after they had both gotten off from work, and she was tired in the morning. At this time of day, her brain was numb and she only wanted to get it over with so that she could get the news about her sons and then go home and go to bed. That was Cisco's only mistake, Melba thought, and it was a shame that he was so stuck in his ways.
Cisco moved closer to her and let his cock go back further in her throat. He moaned when she accepted it and Melba felt his prick going in her and hardening in there. Cisco had a huge cock and it stuffed her mouth and her throat when it started to get hard. Every time, she sucked on Cisco's rod, she thought about the same thing. She thought that, one day, the thing was going to get so big in there that it would tear her throat open and she would bleed to death right in the motel room. She did not think that she would mind that so much. Melba was not very much in love with her own life. It had been one trial after another.
Cisco moved back and the prick came out of her mouth. Melba caught it in her hand and ran her lips over the side of the piece, kissing and licking the shaft. As she did that, she thought that she had actually lived for the past ten years just for her daughters, the only children that she had left. Now even Tammy Sue was growing up. Her daughters did not need her any longer, not really. Melba looked at the pistol that lay on the table next to the bed. It was Cisco's revolver. She had often thought about asking that lawman to blow her brains out with the gun so that she could get the whole thing over with. But she could not ask him to do that. He would want to know why she wanted such a thing, and Melba would have to tell him then. She would have to tell him the greatest secret of her life.
It was easily just to suck his cock and hope that he ripped her open some morning when she was sleepy and did not really care if she lived or died.
"Okay, Melba," the lawman said, "I am ready."
Melba moved her finger into her pussy and found it wet That did not surprise her. Every morning that she met with Cisco she thought about having him blow her brains out with his pistol and every time she thought about that her pussy got wet. It was very strange and she could not pretend to understand what was going on.
She could not pretend to understand her own mental and emotional needs. So she just moved back on the bed and spread her firm and sexy legs as Cisco came toward her.
Ann lifted her legs high and pointed her toes toward the ceiling and Mjse slurped at her pussy and made her feel good and wet. This was the way that she liked being prepared for sex with Mose. His tongue was so quick and so good in her cunt.
Mose ran that tongue deep into her and thought that his wife was sweet, but not as sweet as Tammy Sue. He had eaten Tammy Sue like this and he had been amazed at all the juices that that little girl held in her body. They all flowed out over his face and made him think that she was filled with juice, that there was nothing inside in her sexy, cute, little body except the sweetness that he tasted when he ran his tongue into her pussy.
Ann was more like cider, a little sweet and sour both, as if emotions were mixing up in her pussy and confusing even her.
But Mose licked her pussy, just like Ann wanted him to, because his wife was sweet enough to make do with, and because he loved Ann and wanted to thrill her as much as possible.
He gulped down some of her cidery juice and tried to make that juice combat the guilt that was in his throat, the guilt that he felt every morning with the sunrise and with his wife's arrival.
"Oh," the naked woman on the bed moaned, "eat my pussy, Mose. Oh, put your tongue deep in there and lick that thing. Oh, that feels so fucking good, Mose."
In the living room of the house, Tammy Sue folded up her cot, the cot that she did not sleep on on most nights, and heard her sister's moans. The girl's face got red with anger and with shame. She should not be falling in love with her sister's husband, she thought, but she could not help herself. Perhaps if she did not fuck him, she would forget that she was in love with Mose. No, she decided, that would not work. She had fucked Mose too much and she had grown to use to his cock and his eagle. She would never be able to give that up now.
He was a man. She would never be able to go back to boys after having a real man.
Those were just the facts of her life, and Tammy Sue knew that she would have to accept them and make due with her stolen hours, the ones that she could share with Mose, the man she loved.
"Pull around to the back," Reeves said to the crazy girl who drove the car. "We don't want nobody coming by and stopping to see who the company is."
Reeves looked back at Timmy.
"Right, little brother?"
The mute grinned and nodded his head.
They had driven up from the back of the Garrett land, the place that had once been the Garrett farm when Melba's husband was alive. But nobody had farmed it since J. D. Garrett died, and that bothered Reeves. He liked to see things growing around his house. He liked to see the crops in the field. There were no crops, and he knew that Ann and Melba both worked in the truck stop as waitresses to make money. He had heard that from the spies that he had sent through Alma to keep tabs on his family. Yes, Reeves Garrett knew all about his family. He had retained his interest in his mother and his sisters, although he had not seen them for
"Cut off the motor and coast down this road until we stop," he told Jill. "I don't want to disturb them if they are still sleeping."
Reeves turned around and grinned at Timmy. The mute sat in the back seat and opened his mouth and laughed a silent laugh, the strange thing that he did to show that something amused him. Things rarely amused the dark boy.
Reeves was always happy to see Timmy laugh, and he was especially happy when the boy laughed at one of his little jokes. He did not think that Timmy laughed enough. The mute had to learn that life was basically funny. That was the only way to keep living, Reeves thought, the only way in hell.
Jill cut the motor and sang softly.
"Some folks say that a Ford won't run. Let me tell you what a Henry done."
Ann opened her legs wide and almost sobbed as she spoke to her husband.
"Oh, put it in me, Mose. Put it in my pussy and fuck the living daylights out of me."
Mose moved over his naked wife and chuckled to himself as he aimed his cock at the pussy that she held open with her fingers. He liked it when she talked this way, when she let him know that she loved his fucking, but there was still something that was not as good as when Tammy Sue talked to him in that way. The little blonde was anxious to fuck, just like his wife. But her anxious words were more cheerful. Mose sensed desperation in his wife's yearning, and that desperation made him feel a little dry inside. But he would fuck her because he loved her.
The man slid his cock into her open pussy and Ann let the lips of that cunt go and put her arms around her husband's back as he fucked her. She held him in her with her cunt muscles and started to move in his rhythm as she moaned to him.
"Oh, fuck me, Mose. Fuck my cunt. Oh, yes, Mose, fuck me harder. Harder, Mose. That's right. Oh, Mose, you are so fucking good. I needed this, Mose. I needed it all night long."
Mose's hard cock went in and out of her with grace, and, as he fucked her, he felt the guilt drifting away from his mind. He did not feel guilty now because he knew that he was good for his young wife. She did need this fucking, this special fucking that he gave her with his special prick. That was the purpose that he served in this household and it really did not matter that he also fucked his little sister-in-law on the side.
And, besides, the man thought as the guilt vanished from his body and his soul, it was not his fault. It was not anybody's fault. It was as natural as the sunrise in the morning.
As the guilt left him he fucked with more energy and forced his long, meaty cock further and further back into his wife's hungry and yearning pussy.
"Oh, yes, Mose!" she cried. "Fuck me like that forever! I love it, Mose!"
And her yearning kindled a yearning in her husband too. He loved this fuck just as much as his wife did.
Tammy Sue sat on the couch and listen to her sister's moans and cries of joy and felt the tears come to her eyes.
She could not help it. She could not help it that she loved her sister's husband. It was not her fault, she thought as she sobbed quietly. It was nobody's fault. It was. just the way that things had worked out.
The little blonde put her head in her hands and let the tears roll from her eyes.
The three of them walked slowly down the path. Reeves led the way and Jill moved close behind him. Every once in a while, she would try to break into a soft song, but Reeves would turn around and glare at the skinny girl and she would give up the idea of singing for the moment. Timmy brought up the rear. He had his pistol out. He did not want to kill anybody, really, but he figured that he should be ready if any trouble started.
"Let's go around to the front of the house," Reeves said. "We don't want to come sneaking up from the back way like we were thugs or something. After all, we are members of the family, right, Timmy?"
Timmy opened his mouth wide and gave his brother his silent laugh.
"Oh, Mose, I am coming!" Ann cried.
"So am I," the man groaned.
They always came together. They were that well tuned to each other. That is why Ann loved her husband so and missed him when she worked at night. He was different than any other man she. had ever known. He was something special to her, and she knew that she would never let Mose leave her, never in the world.
The husband made one final thrust into his wife's pussy and held it in there and let the muscles of her cunt milk him as the come started to spurt out of him into her. Whenever he did this, he thought about children. Ann did not want children right now but he wanted to be a father. He wanted her to get off that fucking pill so that some of this .stuff could work on her and make her big and pregnant and, beautiful.
In his heart, Mose thought that a few months of pregnancy, carrying a baby inside her, would soften Ann up a little bit. He wanted a child, and he thought about that as he shot all of the stuff that he had in him into her pussy and listened to her own moaning as her tits heaved with her heavy breathing.
Then, after the orgasm was over, Mose slipped his cock out of her pussy and fell over on the bed. He took his wife in his arms and kissed her face and her tits and murmured his request, the one that he always made to her at moments like this one, when they had just finished with their fucking.
"I want you to get pregnant," he said.
"I will, Mose," she said, "after a few more months. I will get off the pill and give you a pretty baby boy that will be just like his daddy."
Mose felt warm inside and kissed her some more. He could hardly wait.
Cisco and Melba were lying together on the bed just as they always did. The lawman's cock was in her pussy and her leg was thrown over the side of his body and they were fucking with a restful, easy motion. Melba felt the cock moving in and out of her and she thought that Cisco was very good indeed. There was a lazy passion to him that she liked, even when he fucked her in the early mornings.
They were moving like that and just looking at each other, as they always did, when they heard the strange cry from the next room.
"I am dying, sheriff. I am dying."
Then they heard the deputy vomit some more.
"Sure hope he got that stuff in the toilet," Cisco said to Melba with a grin. "I would hate to have to pay to clean this place up."
She laughed at his little joke and then she pulled the lawman closer to her.
"Come on, Cisco," she said. "Let's fuck real hard. And then you can tell me about my boys."
"I will tell you now," the lawman said, moving' his cock steadily in and out of her pussy.
"Okay."
"They are in the area." Melba stopped moving with Cisco, stopped fucking him in her shock. "What?"
Cisco put his hand on her ass and started her moving again.
"We got word that they are in this area and they made be headed back to your place."
"Oh, I don't think they would come back there," Melba said, moving against his cock with her pussy in an instinctive motion.
"Why not?"
"I know my boys and I don't think they ever want to see me or that farm again."
"You sure, Melba."
"Yes."
"Because if you aren't, I can get some of my boys to put a watch on your house."
"I don't want that, Cisco. It would just scare Ann and Tammy Sue, and it wouldn't do a bit of good. My boys are not going to come back to my house. They are probably just going to rob something over in Fort Smith or Van Buren or maybe up in Fayetteville."
Cisco fucked her and thought about it for a moment.
"Well," he said, "if you really think so-" Melba put her hands on Cisco's face and looked at him with a pleading expression.
"Promise me, Cisco. Promise me you won't put a guard around my place. I tell you, my boys are not going to come back there. And I don't want my girls scared out of their wits. I don't even want to remind them that they have brothers. Especially Tammy Sue. She was just a little thing when Reeves and Timmy left. She don't remember them hardly at all, and I don't want her reminded of them. I want her to have a normal life."
"Well-"
"Cisco, if you don't put a guard around my house, I will fuck you like this every morning for two solid weeks. I promise."
"Okay, Melba," the lawman said, surrendering to her.
"Okay."
Then Melba put her arms around Cisco and held him close as she rolled over. His cock was still in her and he did not miss one stroke of the fucking as her legs went around him and her lips murmured in his ear.
"Fuck me, Cisco. Fuck me as hard and as deep as you can. You are so fucking good, Cisco, and I need it so much."
As the man started moving his cock more quickly and digging into her more deeply, as the lawman concentrated on his fucking, the woman thought that it was not all a lie. He was a good fuck. Even if she did not really need it all that badly, she would let Cisco think that she was dying for the lack of a good cock in her. Anything, she thought, to keep the lawmen away from her house.
That way, if Reeves and Timmy did show up, they would have nothing to fear.
And they just might, Melba thought. They just might show up at that. She yearned to see them and she tried to will them to her house, to their old home. When they got there, she just wanted to look at them for one instant. Then she did not care what happened, what they did to her. They could kill her if they wanted to. God knows, she thought, they had good reason for wanting to kill her. Reeves knew that reason and she knew that her older son would never forget what he had seen early that morning that he had left home.
Maybe it would be better if they did kill her, Melba thought. Maybe that would end it all for the whole family and it would certainly end her suffering.
And it would be right, she decided, if Reeves took one look at her and pulled out a pistol and blew her pretty head off her shoulders.
Tammy Sue was the first to see them approach. She looked out the window and saw them through her tears. She turned and yelled at Mose and Ann. "People walking up!"
Then she looked back at them. The blonde man looked vaguely familiar, and she knew that she should recognize him, but she did not. The little guy with the dark hair looked like someone from her past too, but she could not place that face with him. The blonde looked like nothing and nobody that she had ever seen before.
Tammy Sue pulled on a robe and stood up and walked to the door. Ann came out of the bedroom, fastening a cord around her robe too, holding the thing over her naked body. Together, the sisters stood at the door and watched the three people approach.
The little sister turned to Ann and asked the question. :
"Who are they, Ann?"
The older sister did not answer for a few seconds. She was too shocked to answer. She recognized both of the men. Timmy had not really changed that much since he was eight years old. He was still small and thin and dark.
"Reeves and Timmy," she finally said to her sister.
Tammy Sue stared at the trio that came up to the front porch with her blue eyes wide.
"Reeves and Timmy," she said softly, speaking to herself, trying to figure out if this was a dream.
The two men were dressed in jeans and workshirts and so was the blonde, skinny girl. Tammy turned to her sister again.
"Who is she? The girl?"
"I don't know," Ann said.
And then they saw the pistol in Timmy's hand. It was pointed at the door.
Reeves put his foot up on the step and grinned at them.
"Hi, there," he said, "why don't you come on out where we can see you better?"
The two sisters opened the screen door and stepped out onto the porch to look at the three people who stood in the sun that showered the front yard with light.
"Wyy, Ann," Reeves said, still grinning, "you don't know how good I feel to see you again."
"Hello, Reeves," the older sister said. She looked at Timmy and nodded. "Hello, Timmy."
The mute boy just grinned.
Reeves pointed at Tammy Sue.
"Is this my little sister, Tammy Sue?" he asked, his voice booming over the yard.
"Yes,, it is," the blonde said. "Hello, Reeves."
She too turned to the mute who held the gun on them.
Timmy, she said, nodding her head.
The dark boy smiled and nodded back but he did not lower the gun.
Tammy Sue looked at the skinny blonde who stood between her brothers.
"Who is she?" the little sister asked.
Reeves put his arm around the girl and pulled her close to him.
"This is Jill," he said, still smiling at his sister. "She drives the car for us and fucks me and sucks me off. Timmy won't let her do that for him, but she would if he wanted her to. She is crazy."
The skinny blonde looked at the two females in robes that stood on the porch. In her mind, they were great country singers standing on a stage. If they liked her singing, they might get her a spot at the Grand Ole Opry, she thought. So she smiled at them and then opened her mouth and started in on one of her favorite old, sad songs.
"My mother sits alone and cries, for her boy-"
Reeves jerked his arm from around the girl's shoulders and slapped her hard across the face.
"Shut the fuck up with that singing," he said coldly.
Jill accepted the slap. Reeves knew best. She knew that. This was probably not the right time to sing for the two great country stars.
She smiled at them again and studied their faces. She could not place the two women, but she thought that one of them might have been the star who recorded "Wildwood Flower."
Mose was fastening up his jeans when he walked out the front door and stood behind his wife and his sister-in-law. He was not wearing a shirt or shoes.
"Who are these folks?" he asked his wife.
"Reeves and Timmy," Ann said.
"Reeves. Timmy." The man gasped out the names.
Mose could not believe his good fortune. He was standing there looking at two legends, the notorious and brutal Garrett brothers. They were standing there in the front yard just like ordinary people. He pushed the two women aside and started down the steps with his hand stuck out, heading for Reeves. Then he heard a click and turned to see the pistol in the dark one's hand. It was cocked and ready to shoot. Mose stopped in his tracks and gulped.
Reeves moved away from the steps and left the man standing there with his hand still outstretched in a friendly manner.
"Where's Momma?" he asked.
"She's not home yet," Tammy Sue said. "She should be home any minute though."
"Cisco Malone, the sheriff, will be dropping her off," Ann said with a grin.
"Oh, the sheriff," Reeves said. "Well, I guess we should all wait for her inside then."
He turned to Timmy and Jill.
"Come on," he said. "We will wait until Momma gets home and then we will all have some breakfast."
Reeves started to walk up the steps, but Mose was still in his way with his hand outstretched and sweat pouring off his brow as he stared at Timmy's gun.
The blonde brother was suddenly angry.
"Who the fuck is this idiot?"
Ann answered Reeves.
"This is my husband, Mose Turner."
Reeves studied him carefully for a few seconds.
"Husband? I am not sure I like the idea of you being married, Ann. It spoils some of my plans for you."
Her brother's cold words made the woman shiver with anguish and desire. Things were all mixed up for her. She still wanted her brother, but she was married now and she loved Mose. At least, at this moment, she thought that she loved the man who had just finished fucking her so well.
Mose began to back up the steps slowly. He did not know what the blonde outlaw had in mind.
But Reeves did not approach him. Instead, he turned and grinned at Timmy, who still held the gun on the man who moved back onto the porch.
"I will bet you a half-dollar, Timmy," he said, "that you can't get that guy between the eyes from there."
It happened so quickly that no one had a chance to even think about it. Timmy pulled the trigger almost by reflex and grinned as he saw the man tumble back onto the porch and fall.
Ann and Tammy Sue stared in disbelief. It had been done coldly and for no good reason at all.
Reeves bounded up the steps and looked down at Mose, who now lay in the shadows of the porch. He walked back to the front of the porch and grinned at his little brother.
"I owe you a half-dollar, Timmy. You did it."
Then he motioned for his brother and the crazy girl to join in. :
"Come on in and sit a spell," he said. "Momma will be home any minute now. She's been out on a date with the law."
Timmy opened his mouth and heaved in his silent laugh. Then he and Jill walked up the steps as Reeves opened the screen door for them.
Ann went into the house without looking a second time at her dead husband, but Tammy Sue looked. She opened her mouth and screamed.
"Oh, my god! I loved him! I loved him and they killed him!"
She tried to rush to the dead man, but her sister caught her and held her and forced her to go into the house. As Ann struggled with Tammy Sue, she knew that her worst fears had been true. Mose and her sister had been fucking at night.
But she looked at her blonde brother and she realized too that it no longer made any difference.
As she pulled and tugged her little sister into the living room, she looked at the brother who held the door open for her like a gentleman.
"It is good to see you again, Reeves," she said. "It is good to have you home."
"Mighty glad to hear that, Ann," the blonde outlaw said. "I am sorry that Tammy Sue got so upset, but it had to be this way. You know that."
"I know," the older sister murmured and then pulled the blonde inside.
Timmy looked at the man who lay on the porch.
"Don't worry about him," Reeves said. "You can't see him from the road, and, if the lawmen gets out and escorts Momma in, we will have to shoot him anyway."
Timmy laughed his silent laugh and walked into the house:
Jill followed the dark boy and started singing again softly.
"A mother's tears will lead you right ... "
Reeves was the last one to go into the house. He looked at the man who lay on the porch one last time and he grinned.
"Good to be home," he said softly to the corpse. "You fucking idiot. You just should not have married her. You should have been able to tell that she belongs to me."
The outlaw strolled into the living room.
"Just stop the car out here in the road," Melba said to Cisco. "I can walk on up to the house from here."
"You sure?"
"Yea," the woman said. "You should get back to the motel and take care of your deputy."
"Yea," the sheriff said. "Fucking idiot can't hold his liquor. Should have told me that before we started drinking."
Cisco stopped the car. Before she got out, Melba gave the lawman a little kiss on the cheek.
"I am off on Monday, but I will see you early Wednesday morning, okay, Cisco?"
"All right," the lawman said, "and every morning for a week."
"I will love every second of it," Melba said with a smile.
As she got out of the car, she thought that it would not be so bad after all. Cisco was a good fuck, a very good fuck, and, when he had started to fuck her harder toward the end of their session this morning, he had shown her some new moves that she had never known him to use before.
She stood in the road and watched as the lawman made a U-turn and drove back down the road toward Alma. He did have to take care of his puking deputy, she thought, and she did not want Cisco near the house. She looked up at the house and she wondered if her sons had already arrived.
Probably not, she reasoned as she walked up to the house. They probably would not show up at all. They would just travel through and rob something or maybe kill somebody to prove that they had returned to Alma for a short time. They would not want to come back home. It would probably be too painful for Reeves to even think about home.
Melba walked up the steps to her front porch. She was halfway up those steps when she saw Mose lying there in the shadows. She saw the clean, dark hole in her son-in-law's forehead and she muttered to herself.
"Reeves. Reeves and Timmy."
And then she looked at the front door. Standing there, behind the screen, was her eldest child, her blonde and handsome son, the crazy one. Reeves was smiling at her.
He opened the door for his mother as Melba came on up onto the porch.
"Hello, Mother dear," he said.
"Hello, Reeves," she said, approaching him slowly. Perhaps this would be the moment, she thought, the moment that he chose to pull a gun on her and kill her as he had killed Mose.
But Melba could see no gun in his hand. She walked up close to her son.
"How are you, Reeves?" she asked.
"I am well, Mother dear," the man said, "and Timmy is well too. He is inside. He is the one who actually shot the idiot over yonder, but I must share the credit with him for I told him to do it. I bet him that he could not hit the guy between the eyes while standing out in the front yard. Timmy is an excellent shot, Mother. I am sure that you would be proud of him. He has killed several men."
"I am glad that you are both well, Reeves," the woman said, trying to ignore the dead man who lay on the front porch.
"Thank you, Mother, and how is your murderous, old cunt?"
CHAPTER FOUR
Inside the house, Reeves looked down at his little sister, at the girl who had become quite sexy and mature in the years that he had been away from the home.
He had remembered Tammy Sue only as a snotty-nosed little girl, but now she was a true and sexy woman. She looked very good as she sat there on the couch in her robe and cried into her hands.
Melba looked at Tammy Sue too. She knew that her daughter was crying because Mose had been killed, but she found it strange that her other daughter, Mose's wife, was not crying. In fact, she was sitting next to Tammy Sue and trying to comfort the weeping blonde.
Ann looked up at her mother and tried to explain to the woman.
"She loved Mose," she said softly. "They were fucking."
Ann did not speak with anger or even sorrow in her voice. Her tone was flat, as if she were talking about a dog that had been run over the road, a dog that she had never really liked all. He had her arm around Tammy Sue, but she spent most of the time looking at her brother, at Reeves. The blonde outlaw stood over her and grinned. He knew that he had won his sister back.
But Ann did not really interest Reeves that much at the moment.
He was looking at his other sister, at this sexy blonde who had only been a little girl when he had gone away. He turned to Timmy and he spoke to the mute.
"Give the gun to Jill," he said. "She will make sure that Momma and Ann stay here. We are going somewhere with Tammy Sue."
Timmy handed the gun to the crazy girl. Reeves smiled at him to let him know that everything was all right. He really did not have to hold a gun on the two older females at all. Both his mother and his sister were already under his power. They would not leave this house, and they all knew it. But Tammy Sue was a different matter. She was not in his control yet. Reeves wanted to change that, and he could think of only one way to remedy the situation and put Tammy Sue in his realm. He would have to fuck her.
Better yet, he suddenly thought. He would let Timmy fuck her. It would be good for both of them, and he was sure that Timmy would fuck the little blonde. He had been looking at her since they had first arrived at the house.
But the little blonde was still weeping. Reeves had to reach down and grab her arm and drag her to her feet.
"Come on, little sister," he said. "We are going to go to the barn."
Ann stared at her blonde, stud brother. She could not let this happen. She could not let Reeves fuck Tammy Sue. Her husband had fucked Tammy Sue, and Ann sensed that she would have lost Mose to that little blonde if her brother had not killed the man. She did not want to take the chance of losing Reeves to the girl too.
The older sister jumped up.
"She is just a teen-ager," she muttered.
"Take me to the barn instead, Reeves. I will do it good for you."
Reeves grinned. He understood that Ann was not trying to sacrifice herself. He knew that she wanted to fuck him, and he knew that that yearning controlled her mind. Reeves put his hand on his sister's face and spoke to her in a hiss.
"Don't worry, Ann," he said. "I will get to you in good time. We will recapture our youth."
Then Reeves glanced at his mother.
"And I will get to you too, but Tammy Sue comes first."
Then Melba understood a great deal. She knew that her son meant to fuck her and both of her daughters-his sisters. She knew too that something had happened between Ann and Reeves, something many years ago, something that had changed Ann so much that she was not even sorry to see her husband die if she could fuck her brother-again. Melba knew it then. Reeves and Ann had fucked before.
Melba did not know to react to that news, that her daughter and her son had fucked each other ten years before. She had always known that Reeves was more than a little crazy. And she suddenly understood what had made Ann so cold and strange around men. She had been in love with her older brother all of these years. She was in love with Reeves and Tammy Sue was in love with Mose. There was something very wrong with her family, and Melba thought that she was the center of the wrong, the core of the family that was rotten. Again, she hoped that her son would kill her and get rid of her terrible core. Then, she hoped, her daughters would be able to live normal lives. If she were gone, they would be normal and happy, or, at least, they would have a chance for happiness.
But Reeves would not kill her yet. He wanted to fuck her blonde, young daughter first.
As Tammy Sue sobbed, Reeves dragged her toward the back door. Timmy followed them, grinning and moving quickly, like a boy at play. The little blonde was surprised that neither her mother or her sister tried to stop what was happening to her, tried to save her from this fate. Ann had offered herself in Tammy Sue's place, but the blonde had seen her sister do that and she knew that Ann did it not to save her sister but to have some fun herself. Tammy Sue looked at Reeves through her tears and saw that her brother was very handsome. There was something in him too, something strong and powerful that Ann had not been able to resist, that Ann had dreamed about for years. Tammy Sue knew that, when the fucking started, she would not be able to resist either. But she kept thinking about Mose, the man who lay there on the porch dead and cold. She kept thinking about his lifeless eagle, and she hated her brothers. They had killed that man in cold blood and he did not even want to harm them. Tammy Sue knew that Mose had only wanted to talk to Reeves, to try to understand the blonde stud, and to bask in the glory of the famous member of the Garrett family.
But they had shot Mose and killed him because he had had the foolishness in his mind to marry Ann. Reeves had killed him because he did not want his sister to be anyone's wife. He wanted Ann all to himself and now he had her that way. But he wanted Tammy Sue to himself too. That is what the blonde thought as they dragged her across the back yard and to the barn.
She would not be able to resist them. Tammy Sue knew that. But she would always hate them, hate her brothers, for what they had done to the man that she loved.
Timmy ran ahead of his brother and his sister and opened the barn door for them, Reeves could tell that his murderous little brother was anxious to get Tammy Sue into that barn. He wanted to fuck her. Reeves grinned. It would be good for Timmy to fuck this little blonde, he thought. Reeves did not think that his brother had ever fucked a girl before and he wondered for a moment when Timmy would be so anxious to get his pecker into this pussy. But he knew that he would never be able to figure Timmy out. The mute boy was still an enigma to his brother.
Reeves would just have accept the fact that Timmy wanted to fuck, wanted to run his cock into this blonde's cunt, even though she was his little sister. Reeves accepted that and knew that it was very important to Timmy. The blonde outlaw would not be able to deny his brother. He needed Timmy with him always. He was such a fucking good shot, Reeves thought. He remembered the times that Timmy's expert use of a gun had saved his life, and he knew that he owed his little brother this.
When they were in the barn, Timmy shut the door behind them and turned to look at the blonde who stood there in Reeves' grasp.
She sure did look pretty, the mute boy thought, and it was not at all like she was his sister. Although he knew that she was his sister, Timmy barely remembered the girl, and he certainly did not remember her as the sexy thing that she was at that moment. He wanted her because she was his sister and he wanted her because she did not seem like his sister.
This was the chance that he had been waiting for all of his life. Reeves had started by-fucking his sister and Timmy wanted to start in the same way. It had been the mute boy's dream to follow in his brother's path, to fuck a sister and fuck her well.
And now Tammy Sue was standing before him weeping the last few tears from her system and Reeves was smiling at him.
"She is all yours, Timmy," the older brother said.
The mute, boy grinned and walked toward the little blonde. He untied the cord that held her robe closed and he opened it with his hands. She was naked under that robe and she looked so fucking good. Those tits were full and girlish and heaving now as she sobbed. Timmy moved close to his little sister and pushed the robe off her shoulders.
Tammy Sue let the thing fall off her and she stood there naked with one brother behind her and the other brother, the one who had actually killed Mose, standing in front of her. Timmy was very close and his breath was cold on her face. She closed her eyes for a moment and she tried to stop crying. She would have to give into her brothers. She knew that. She knew that she did not have the will to resist Reeves' will. She knew that there was no way in hell that she would be able to stop this fucking from happening. And, in her heart, the little blonde knew that she wanted this fucking to happen. She wanted it just as much as her brothers did. She would have to stop crying and admit that to herself.
As she stood there with her eyes closed, she had one of her girlish fantasies, one of the things that had made the fucking so good with Mose. She tried to hold onto this one because she knew that it would make the fucking better with her brothers and, as she tried to formulate the dreamy idea in her head, she heard her brother speak.
Reeves talked to his little brother as he put his arms around his little sister and felt her tits.
"That idiot on the front porch fucked this little girl," he said, "and now he is just a cold piece of meat. That piece of meat won't do her a bit of good any more, Timmy. You have to give her a new piece of meat."
The dark boy opened his mouth and laughed, but no sound came out. Tammy Sue saw him laughing as she opened her eyes and she heard her other brother laughing behind her.
Then the idea came to her. A cold piece of meat. Reeves was right. That was what Mose was at this time. He was just a cold piece of meat and he deserved a decent burial. She thought of herself as his grave and she yearned to bury Mose inside of her.
Reeves took his hands off the girl's tits and stepped away from her. Timmy put his hands there and squeezed her tits and grinned at her. His hands were firm on her tits, firm and manly, and Tammy Sue thought that it was strange that such a murderous little boy could be so manly. She did not think of Timmy as a man at all. He was just a child and a murderer. He was so small. He was not even as tall as she was.
But who the fuck was she to judge manhood? That question came to her quickly and she blushed when she thought about that question. She was just a grave, an open grave waiting for a cold piece of meat.
There it was!
The fantasy had formulated in her head and she knew that she could fuck and suck now with relish because the fantasy was a new one and an interesting one. It included Mose too, and she liked that. She stood there and let Timmy squeeze her tits and she sighed as the fantasy took over her brain.
"Kiss her, Timmy," Reeves ordered.
The dark boy moved his face close to his little sister's. This was going to be good, he thought, because this sexy, little blonde was his sister, was the girl who had come from the same womb that he had come from. He remembered her then as a little girl running around the house in a pair of little shorts. She was better now, he thought, and she was not even wearing shorts. She was wearing nothing, standing there naked for her brother, the boy who was going to be her love.
Timmy put his lips on Tammy Sue's and pressed hard. The girl reached for him, put her hands on the back of his head and opened her mouth. He opened his mouth too and moved his tongue into her. Reeves had told him about this, about how much girls liked it when you kissed them like this, and Timmy reminded himself that he wanted to be just like Reeves at this moment. He wanted to control and thrill this sister as Reeves had controlled and thrilled the other sister, the older girl who had started Reeves on his road to studsmanship.
After this was over, Timmy thought, he would take on the world. No woman would be able to resist his non-speaking power.
"Get your clothes off too, Timmy," Reeves suggested.
The boy pulled out of his blonde sister's grasp and looked at his brother. Then he looked again at his little sister and he seemed confused. Reeves knew what he was worried about.
"Don't worry," he said with a smile. "She will wait for you, Timmy."
"Yes," the girl muttered, "I will wait."
And open grave waits for all mankind, she thought, but she did not put that thought into words for her brothers. She did not want Reeves and Timmy to think that she was crazy.
Assured by his brother that his little sister would wait for him to undress, Timmy started to unbutton his shirt. Reeves had told him the story about the first time with Ann. His brother had been lucky, Timmy thought as he fumbled nervously with his buttons. Reeves was already naked when his sister came into his bedroom and caught him jacking off. He did not have to take off his clothes when he was nervous and a little frightened that the girl would run away from him.
Tammy Sue saw her brother's troubles and she moved close to him and brushed his hands out of her way. Then she started to unbutton his shirt. Her hands were quick and sure and experienced. After every button was open, she would glance at his thin, dark chest and then she would kiss him softly on the mouth. In no time, she was pushing the shirt back off his thin shoulders and looking for tattoos on her brother's arms. There was none there. He didn't have an eagle or anything like that to make her proud of being an American. :
Then Tammy Sue reached for her brother's jeans. She had given up her will to his because she knew that she would enjoy this fucking now. She had given up and she had begun to think of herself as earth, earth that was made to hold a cold piece of meat. She wanted the meat in her because she wanted to be reminded of Mose, the man that she loved, the cold piece of meat who still lay unburied on the front porch of the house. She wanted to bury Mose in her and she would do it in her mind with Timmy's help.
When Tammy Sue had loosened her brother's jeans, she pressed them down with her girlish hands and reached inside his shorts and pulled out his cock. It was long and meaty, just like Mose's cock. When the blonde girl saw that prick and felt it, she smiled. The thin, little boy had such a big cock, such a man's cock. She thought again of Mose and she knew that he had always liked it when she sucked his cock.
The naked, little blonde fell on her knees there in the barn and lifted Timmy's heavy tool and put her lips on the pink tip of that thing and kissed it softly.
"Wow!" Reeves yelled, as he watched this action from his spot in the barn. He had sat down on a stool and he was taking in the whole scene. He knew that Tammy Sue would not be able to resist Timmy and him now. She was going to suck her dark brother's cock but the blonde brother knew that she was under his control too. He would not have to worry about this sister running away and getting the law either.
Tammy Sue opened her little mouth and took the cock into her and started to suck on it. Timmy looked at his brother and grinned when she did that. It felt good, very good.
Her girlish mouth was warm and sisterly, he thought, so sisterly that it thrilled him in his heart. He could feel his cock getting harder and heavier and straighter as she worked on that tool and he grinned at his brother to let Reeves know that he enjoyed this sucking, to let Reeves know that Timmy was following in the path that Reeves had set with Ann so many years before.
As the little blonde sucked on the cock, she thought of the man she loved, the cold piece of meat, and she linked the dead Mose with the piece of meat that she tasted at that second. She was sucking Timmy's cock but it was very much like her lover's cock and she thought of herself as the grave, burying and warming the meat of Mose Turner.
As she sucked the cock, she moved her finger down into her little pussy and started to work on herself, to turn the ground over and dig the grave and prepare for the final and ultimate burial of Mose Turner, of the cold piece of meat. Her cunt was juice-filled and she thought of it as the ground, the wet ground after a good summer rain. The digging was easy because the ground was so soft. She knew that she would have the grave ready for the cold piece of meat in no time at all.
"Is that good, Timmy?" Reeves asked.
The mute boy grinned and nodded his head as his sister worked on his cock some more, as she sucked it and moved her head back and forth. Her mouth was tight around his prick, tight and warm and filled with solid strength. Timmy knew that Reeves must have felt something like this when Ann had fucked him for that first time.
Had Ann sucked on Reeves' cock? Timmy could not remember if that had been part of the story or not, but he hoped that she had sucked his brother's cock and made it feel so warm and big and good and powerful. Reeves deserved such treatment, the mute brother thought. He deserved such feelings.
Tammy Sue knew when her dark brother was ready. She had sucked enough cocks to know when a man was hard enough to fuck. When she felt that special hardness and readiness in Timmy, she moved back from the piece of meat and lay down on her back and ran her finger over her clit. She wanted him to fuck her. She saw the rod standing straight out from her brother's body and she wanted that dick buried, buried in her lusty, juice-filled grave. Her grave would be very soft for his meat and it would warm him and keep him for all time.
"Fuck her, Timmy," Reeves said, coaxing his little brother on. "Fuck her. Get down there and ram that old brother-meat to her,"
Reeves' words made Timmy grin. Yes, the mute boy thought, this was brother-meat. He ran his fingers over the stiff, wet cock that Tammy Sue had made with her mouth. This was special meat for the girl, Timmy thought, because this was brother-meat.
The dark boy fell on his knees and moved between his sister's opened legs. Tammy Sue raised her hips high on her hands and spoke to her brother in a hoarse whisper.
"Bury that brother-meat in me. Bury it in me and let me get it warm."
Timmy aimed his cock at her opened pussy and took a deep breath and jabbed into his little, blonde sister, the girl who was starting his life for him as Ann had started Reeves' life. He went in deeply with that first thrust and the girl sighed and tensed her body for a second as she accepted that cold piece 'of meat and thought about Mose. ;
"Bury it!" she cried.
Timmy grinned at his brother with pride and shoved the rest of the meaty thing into her. The girl sighed and bucked against his cock and then she loosened her pussy and Timmy started to fuck her, to move his prick in and out of her warm, wet hole.
Tammy Sue grabbed her tits and thought about Mose. She was giving the cold meat a decent burial and she knew that she would bury him again, many times. From this moment each on, each time she fucked she would think of Mose and bury him when she buried the meat in her. She was a grave and she welcomed Mose into her, where she would keep him for all eternity.
Reeves watched all of this. He viewed his brother's steady, manly fucking, and he smiled. He knew that Timmy had been changed by this fucking, that he would be different when he got up from his first bout with a girl's pussy. He looked at Tammy Sue. She was obviously enjoying this too.
The blonde outlaw felt proud. He had brought these two members of his family together in a special way.
After this fucking was over, Reeves thought, both Timmy and Tammy Sue would leave the barn with a new light in their eyes. And he would leave the barn too, knowing that he had changed both of his young siblings.
And then, before the day was over, he would have to deal with his mother. He would deal with her and make her pay for the things that she had done to him.
And he would deal with Ann too.
He decided that Ann would come next. He would make his mother wait for her special ordeal, the one that was already forming in his brain.
Reeves grinned and watched his brother fuck his little sister and knew that things were going to work out just fine for the whole family.
CHAPTER FIVE
When they walked out of the barn, Timmy was wearing just his jeans and Tammy Sue was strolling along, holding his hand with her robe open. Her tits were warmed by the sunlight that fell on them.
Ann watched them through the back kitchen window and wondered what had happened out there. Had both of her brothers fucked Tammy Sue? Would she now have to share Reeves with that little sexpot, as she had shared her husband without even knowing it? She could tell that Tammy Sue had been changed by her experience in that barn. There was something about her that was more brazen and yet more cold, more mature. Ann thought that she knew just how her little sister felt at that moment. She had felt much the same way after her first morning with Reeves. It was a combination of pride and fearlessness and cold ruthlessness. She understood it very well and she knew that Tammy Sue, like her sister, would never be the same again. The cold and brutal quality would stay with her forever.
The older sister and the mother had fixed breakfast for the whole bunch while the men had been in the barn with Tammy Sue. Ann and Melba had walked around the kitchen, fixing breakfast, while Jill held the gun on them and sang songs that no one in her right mind would ever memorize. They were old songs. Melba recognized a couple of them, and they were all about sadness and death and destruction. The girl smiled as she sang them and Melba thought that that crazy smile did not fit the songs at all. A singer should not smile while the song talks about the death of a mother who cried for her son in prison.
Later, when they all sat down to eat their breakfast, Reeves reached across the table and slapped Jill in the face.
"Shut the fuck up," he said coldly. "It is bad luck to sing at the table."
She smiled at him rather bashfully and was quiet.
Reeves mixed his grits in with his eggs and started telling stories. He wanted his family to know what he and Timmy had been up to during the last decade.
"Don't believe what you read about us in the papers," he said. "The papers don't know the half of it and sometimes they claim that we have done something that we would never think of doing. Why, I remember reading in the Arkansas Gazette that the terrible Garrett gang had robbed a store in Helena, Montana, a couple of years ago. Funny thing was we were in Louisiana when we were supposed to have robbed that store."
He chewed on his food and swallowed and then continued talking. His family listened in silence, knowing that what he said would shock them and make them feel as crazy as he was.
"And they did not even give us credit for killing the preacher in Fort Worth. The papers said that the law did not know who did that, but they knew. They knew it was us."
Reeves pointed his fork at his mother.
"You will be interested in this story. It was about five years ago and Timmy was thirteen years old and we were in Fort Worth when this traveling evangelist and faith-healer came through town. Well, I was still sort of young and innocent at the time and I had always thought that maybe Timmy couldn't talk because of something in his mind. So I took him to see that preacher late one night. The preacher was in a trailer next to the tent where he held his meetings and I banged on the door of that trailer until I woke him up. He opened the door and Tie stood there in his pajams with his fat gut hanging over his pajama bottoms. That man was gray. Gray all over, it seemed like, and he wanted to know what I wanted. He was mad because I had gotten him out of bed. It was nearly two o'clock in the morning."
The blonde stud took a sip of coffee and continued his story.
"I told that preacher that my brother was a mute, that he had not spoken a word or made a sound since the day that he was born, and I told him that I wanted my brother healed. Well, the preacher tried to get rid of us, tried to tell us that we should come to one of his regular services, but I would not take that for an answer. I has just finished robbing a guy in Dallas and I had more than five hundred dollars on me. I pulled out that wad of money and I told the preacher that I would give it all to him if he would pray for my brother and make him speak words for the first time in his life. Well, the preacher's eyes got real big when he saw that money. Nothing turns on a faith-healer like green stuff. He reached out and pulled Timmy to him and grabbed his throat. Timmy was scared for a moment. He thought that that preacher was trying to choke him or something. But then the preacher started praying, started asking God to give that boy his voice. He said that this boy would preach to the heathen if he could only speak, which was,, of course, a lie. Timmy never had no intention of preaching at all, but the faith-healer thought that maybe God would not know the difference, I figure."
Ann looked across the table at her young, dark brother. The boy was grinning as Reeves told the story.
"That preacher prayed for damned near fifteen minutes. He prayed with his hand on Timmy's throat and his eyes pointed right up at the stars in heaven. And then he took his hand off Timmy's throat and he announced to me that the boy was healed. He told the boy to speak, to praise Jesus with his beautiful voice. Well, Timmy tried to speak. He opened his mouth and tried to make some sort of sound but nothing came out. He was still not healed. The preacher stood there and looked at him and kept telling him to praise Jesus with his voice and Timmy kept trying to say something but nothing came out. Finally, Timmy got so angry at the man that he whipped out his gun and shot the sucker dead right there on the steps to the trailer. Timmy was a good shot even then."
Reeves laughed and Jill laughed and Timmy made the motions of laughing and the other members of the family just sat there. Tammy Sue, with her robe still open and her tits still bare at the table, looked at her brother and thought that he had killed a preacher. But she had fucked him anyway. She had done it to bury Mose Turner.
When Reeves finished the story about the preacher and the attempt at healing, he turned to Jill.
"Now this little girl is crazy," he said to his family, "but she drives a car real well and she sucks cock real well too. You should see this girl suck a prick. It is something to behold."
Melba felt her face heat up with all of this talk about sucking cocks. She knew that she was blushing.
"Only other girl I ever knowed who sucked a cock as well," Reeves said, "was Zit Sally Richmond. Remember her, Timmy?"
Timmy grinned and nodded his head. Now that he had fucked a sister, now that he had started his life in the same way that his brother had started his, the mute boy was no longer ashamed when his brother talked about fucking and sucking. And he did remember Zit Sally Richmond. He would always remember that strange girl.
"Zit Sally was pretty enough," Reeves said thoughtfully, "though you can imagine that she did not get her name because she was a beauty contestant. But she was pretty enough. There was just one thing wrong with Zit Sally. She did not have any arms."
Ann gasped. Reeves stopped talking for a second and grinned at her.
"She reminded me something of you, Ann," he said. "She had nice, big, soft tits, but she had been in some kind of accident when she was a little girl and both of her arms had been cut off at the shoulders. Naturally, she could not drive a car worth shit, and that is what this girl here, Jill, is especially good at. Zit Sally could not drive a car or shoot a gun, but I kept her around for six months because she could suck cock like nobody's business. I mean to tell you, people, that girl had a mouth made of soft, pure gold. Pure fucking and sucking gold. She used to slither over to me on the bed just like she was a snake and she had only her mouth to work with. Naturally, she couldn't lift my cock up and hold it because she did not have no hands and no arms. But she would work her mouth under my cock and sort of suck it into her mouth with a little pop and she would lie there and move her whole, armless body with my cock as I started to hard. Pretty soon, it was like she was fixed to that cock. She was sucking on it and raising herself up as my cock came up and it was like she and that cock were one creature, one armless, sucking, snake-like creature."
Ann was getting sick to her stomach just thinking about a girl with no arms who sucked on her brother's cock. She pushed her plate away and looked down at the floor. When she felt a hand on her face, she jerked and looked up. Reeves was touching her.
"Yes, Ann," he said softly, looking into his sister's eyes, "she reminded me a lot of you. I guess that is one reason why I kept her around as long as I did. Do you know what happened to her, Ann? Do you want me to tell you what happened to her?"
The young woman did not answer him, but she knew that her brother would tell her what had happened to the girl with no arms.
"One afternoon, some cops cornered me and Timmy in a motel room in New Mexico and Zit Sally was with us. While Timmy and I ran out the back way, she ran out the front. I looked at her run out the door before I left the room. She was drawing their fire and protecting me and Timmy that way. She always ran real funny because she didn't have any arms. And she had had to open the door with her teeth. She had trained herself to do that. Well, anyway, she ran out the front way and she was shot full of holes. But she kept running as long as she could as the cops blazed away at her and hit her with more than a hundred bullets. I read about it the next day in the papers. They said that the cops had not been able to identify her and they wondered what a girl with no arms would be doing in that motel room with a couple of killers and robbers like Timmy and me. I guess the cops just did not understand anything about love. She loved me, Ann, just like you love me, and she gave up her life for me because she knew that I could never really love a girl who did not have any arms."
"Don't sell Daddy any more whiskey," the blonde, crazy, skinny girl started to sing.
Reeves reached out and slapped.
"Shut up," he said as he kept his eyes on his sister. "You got arms. Shut up."
Ann recognized the expression on her brother's face. He had looked at her the same way on that morning many years before, on that morning when he had used his power to get her to take off her dress and come to him as he sat naked there on the bed. It was a cold, knowing look, a look that was filled with masculine power. She shivered but she could not take her eyes away from his as he smiled at her.
"You got arms too, Ann," he said.
And that statement-which seemed to make no sense at all-made a great deal of sense to Ann. The girl knew that her brother had told that story about the girl with no arms for good reason. He had told the story in order to inform his sister that a girl had died to prove her love to Reeves Garrett. Would she be willing to die? That is what her brother was asking her now. Would she be willing to run into the bullets of the lawmen and feel them cut through her womanly flesh, to feel the light of her brain being snuffed out and turned into nothingness? Somehow, Ann thought, she would not be worthy of her brother's love unless she was willing to die to save him from the law.
She knew that Reeves thought that. She knew that her brother was crazy, and crazy men demanded a lot from their women.
Melba and Tammy Sue sat quietly and looked at Reeves and Ann. They watched as the blonde outlaw reached out and touched his sister's bare arm.
"You got really pretty arms, Ann," he said.
What did he intend to do? Melba had a vision: Reeves would jump from the table and get a long knife and hack off his sister's arm so that he could show her that he wanted her to be his lover too.
The whole thing was sick, was crazy, but Melba could not blame anyone else, not even Reeves. She knew that she was the core of the family sickness. She was the one who had brought all of those children into the world. Now with her two sons and her two daughters around her, with the family reunited, Melba thought that she was sinking into a whirlpool of sickness and disease, the pool that she had made herself with her fat, heavy pregnancies. All of her children had been extensions of her disease and her filth. If she were gone, she thought, at least one of them might still be saved.
But the mother could not figure out which one would be saved. Even Tammy Sue seemed very accepting now that Reeves and Timmy were there. She had changed too. The youthful zest had left her and Melba could already see the first glint of cold, dead acceptance in her eyes.
If she were gone-if she were dead-maybe Tammy Sue would again come to life. The mother almost burst into tears as she looked around the table at her crazy family.
Holding his sister's arm in his grasp, the blonde outlaw stood up. Ann stood up with him, and she kept her eyes on his eyes, his blue, mad, powerful eyes. She would do anything for him. She knew that then. She would even die for him. She would have run into a hail of bullets for her lover, her brother. She knew just how the girl with no arms had felt. She knew what had driven her out into those bullets. She had been driven by love, pure and simple love that she could not even understand herself.
Standing at the table, Reeves held Ann's arm and then turned to the crazy blonde girl who traveled with him.
"Jill," he said, "stand up and take off your clothes."
"Don't sell Daddy any more whiskey."
"Shut up and get those fucking clothes off, you crazy bitch!" the outlaw yelled.
The singer did stand up and she started to take off her shirt. Again, she wished that she had tits. All the women around this table had tits, had nice tits, and that was why they were country singing stars, the crazy girl thought. Country audiences liked to hear their songs come up from big tits. She knew that, and she knew that she would never be a real big star because her breasts were so small, almost non-existent. But, perhaps, she thought hopefully, perhaps she would be able to convince one of these great singing stars around the table to put her on the stage anyway. If she could just sing with one of these stars, if she could just be introduced to the audience by one of these accepted stars, she would then be able to make the audience listen to her.
She would be accepted then.
Jill stood there for a moment with her shirt off and felt her nipples, her little things that grew flat on her chest.
"Sorry," she said softly. "Sorry I don't have no tits for you folks."
"Get your fucking clothes off," Reeves hissed.
The girl sat down in her chair and pushed it back from the table. She raised one foot and took off one of her boots. Then she raised the other one and took off the other boot. She slipped off her socks and let them drop on the floor. But she felt that she had to explain, that she had to let them know why she did not have tits. She did not know herself, but she thought that she could convince them that she could sing even without tits.
"I sure do wish I had some tits for you folks to look at," she said, standing up and loosening her jeans, "but nature just was not kind to me in that way. But I can still sing pretty good even without tits. I have a low voice and maybe that is because I don't have nothing in the way between my throat and my stomach. I think maybe that my voice comes right out of my stomach."
She pulled the jeans off and then pushed her panties down her legs.
"I like the old songs, don't you? I think that they are good songs, sad songs. I think that they say more about life that the new songs can say."
When she was naked, she looked right at Ann.
"I sure do like your recording of 'Wildwood Flower.'" she said with a bashful grin.
Reeves raised his hand and pointed at the naked, skinny girl.
"She got arms. See. She got arms. But she ain't got no tits."
Again, he looked at Ann.
"You got tits and arms. You are damned near perfect, sister dear."
Aim glanced at the naked girl who stood on the other side of the table and blushed when her brother complimented her. She did not care if he was crazy. It made her feel good and proud of herself when Reeves said that she was damned near perfect. So what if he was mad? At that moment, Ann felt more a little mad herself, and she knew that that naked girl across the table was so crazy that she could not even tell what reality was. Ann was almost certain that she herself had a hold on reality, but she did not know how long she would be able to keep it in this company.
The sister was still wearing that robe. Reeves reached down and untied the sash around her waist and opened it.
"Take it off, Ann," he said softly, almost tenderly.
The girl took off her robe. She let it drop on the floor and stood there naked, as naked as the skinny girl across the table, and she looked at her mother and her sister and her mute brother. All of them were staring at her.
Reeves walked around the table and moved his hand down Jill's thin body.
"She ain't got tits," he said, slipping his hand down over her chest and her stomach, "but she has got a snatch."
When he said that he touched the little hole between the girl's legs. Jill spread her legs slightly and moaned a little as Reeves' finger went into her pussy.
"Wnen I first saw her, I did not know if she was a girl or just one of them hippie boys with long hair. So I made her take off her clothes. Sure enough, she had a snatch, a cunt, a pussy, and hole. And it is the sweetest little hole you ever did taste, Ann, the sweetest in the world."
Reeves took his finger out of the girl's pussy and leaned over the table and knocked the dishes and plates off the table with his arms. Food fell in the floor and in people's laps, but no one at the table seemed to mind. They were all too intent in trying to figure out what Reeves was going to do with these two naked girls and the kitchen table.
"Get up here, Jill," the blonde stud said, pointing to the table, "and don't you start none of your fucking singing either."
The blonde girl was silent as she climbed onto the table and lay there, among the remains of grits and eggs and coffee.
She was sorry that Reeves had told her not to sing. She wanted to sing for the naked country star who had recorded "Wildwood Flower." She wanted to let that woman know just how good her voice was. But she had to do what Reeves told her to do. Jill was almost sure that Reeves would be able to get her into the Grand Ole Opry. She knew that Reeves had power and he would lead her in the right direction and that direction would lead her right to the stage with the bright lights shining and her little, purple cowgirl outfit making people in the crowd swoon with delight.
Reeves looked into Ann's eyes again and he knew that he could get his sister to do it. He knew that she had no power of her own. He grinned and he spoke to her softly, like a lover.
"Jill has got a real sweet snatch, Ann. You taste it and see if I ain't telling you the God's honest truth."
Melba gasped when he suggested it and she felt her heart almost stop when she saw her older daughter move around the table, heading toward the area between the crazy girl's spread legs.
Ann was going to do it!
She was going to go down on that girl!
Melba could not believe that her daughter would ever do that, in front of everyone. But she knew that Reeves had power over Ann, power that no person could ever define. And she knew that she would have done it too, if Reeves had ordered her to eat that pussy. She knew that her son had a similar strange power over her, just as he had power over her daughter.
The crazy girl spread her legs wide as Ann crawled onto the table, among the spots of food, and peered down on the light-colored pussy hair between the blonde's legs. She smelled the aroma that came up to her from that spot. She lowered her face even more and took a deep breath and took in "even more of that aroma, that smell that seemed to come from the deepest, darkest sea in the world.
Ann looked up at her brother and Reeves nodded his head. He did not have to give the young woman an order. He knew that she was his sister and she would do anything that he wanted her to do without protest.
As the family looked on, the big-titted, young widow moved her face into the snatch of the crazy girl.
"I got arms!" Jill cried out as she felt the woman's face and lips on her pussy. And, as if to prove her point, she lifted her arms high and aimed them toward the ceiling.
"I got fucking arms!"
And Ann had arms too. She curled those arms around the girl's skinny legs and pulled them even further apart. For her brother, for Reeves, she would have broken that girl in two like a wishbone. But she did not have to break the girl in two. Jill gave in easily to Ann's arms and the sister ran her tongue around the damp, salty pussy lips of the crazy girl.
Jill reached down and put her fingers on her cunt and spread her pink pussy lips wide to help the widow out. Ann's tongue went in between those lips and she tasted the deep sweetness of the girl.
Reeves was right, Ann thought. The girl was sweet, and she was very tender too. Her flesh seemed to respond to every move that Ann made with her tongue and the girl started to moan.
Her whole family was watching her, the sister thought, but that did not matter. What did matter was that her brother was watching, the brother who had fucked her so many years before, the brother who would fuck her again in just a few hours. Ann was certain of that. She knew that Reeves had come back for her-especially for her.
She glanced up at the blonde young man who stood at the head of the table, the man of the family. She knew that she was doing things just as he willed her to do them. And then she moved her tongue into the girl more deeply.
The country star's tongue was so hard and so soft at the same time that Jill did not know how to feel or what to do. She just knew that this tongue was the tongue that formed words sung on the stage, under the lights. This was the tongue that had made "Wildwood Flower" a hit and this tongue would give her stardom too. Jill moaned as the tongue moved deep into her cunt and tried to make her moan sound like a song. She wanted to impress this country star with her singing ability. She wanted this star to know that she loved the old songs, just as she loved the way that that tongue felt in her hot, wet pussey.
The sweetness of the cunt seemed to explode in Ann's head, and, finally, she could take no more of the sweetness. She had never eaten a pussy before. She had never even considered it. But she knew now that the sweetness was almost too much to bear and she wondered if her own pussy was just as sweet. If it was that sweet, she thought, she wondered how her husband and those other men who had eaten her could stand to have that much sweetness on their tongues.
Ann pulled her tongue out of the hole and looked down at the clit, the throbbing, quivering piece of meat that hung there on the skinny girl's body. She knew that she had liked it when Mose had sucked on her clit. She knew that he had often sucked her to orgasm. This girl would be no different, Ann thought. She was crazy, but she was still female and females were much the same the world over.
The sister lowered her mouth to the clit and sucked the meat into her as the blonde, crazy, skinny girl twisted and turned in the food that had been spilled on the table. She lifted her food-stained arms and put her hands on Ann's head and rubbed the young widow's dark hair to let her know that she was enjoying this.
Her clit felt like it was about to explode with a passionate fury. Her clit felt so tender and so wild at that moment. She moaned again, tried to moan "Wildwood Flower." But the song got lost in the heated passion that filled her head and her body at that moment.
The skinny girl raised her legs and lay them over Ann's shoulders and pressed down hard on the young widow as she lifted her pussy high and tried to force the girl to chew on all of her private parts. She started to fuck Ann's face as if a cock were growing out of that pretty face, a cock that was embedded in her pussy. Ann held on and sucked on the clit and knew that the crazy girl would be coming very soon, very soon indeed.
And then the girl came. She groaned and thrashed about on the table and came with a grand and glorious orgasm, the kind that only a star could have. She cried out with her coming.
"Don't sell Daddy any more whiskey!"
And she tensed her body as Ann held onto her and sucked all of the juices out of her clit.
When the orgasm was over, Ann looked up at her brother. Her head felt empty, but she knew that her face was covered with the juices that had flowed from the crazy blonde's pussy.
"There," she said softly, "I did it. Will you fuck me now?"
She heard her mother gasp when she asked her brother that question. But she noticed that Tammy Sue did not react to the question at all. She glanced at the little blonde. She knew that her sister had the same idea. She wanted to fuck her blonde, stud brother too, but Ann did not want her to do that for she did not want to share her brother with any woman, not even her little sister. She had a right to him, she thought, a terrible right because she had fucked him first. She had been his first woman, and that made her more important than even the girl with no arms. She felt her importance grow when she saw her brother smile at her.
"Not right now, Ann," he said softly, "but I will fuck you very soon."
"Make it soon," she said and she felt her own pussy quiver with delight as she felt the expectation of the fucking in her spirit.
. Ann moved off the table and walked naked into the living room. From there, she walked into her bedroom. She lay down on the bed and she thought that the last time she had been in this bed, her husband had been here with her, fucking her and sucking her clit just as she had just sucked that crazy blonde's clit.
But that memory quickly died in the tired woman's body and she thought about another time in this bedroom, a time that was much more important to her, the time that her brother had fucked her for the last time.
It had been in the early morning, before sun-up, and Ann had just gone to bed. The house had been filled for most of the night because of the tragedy. Her father had been found dead the night before in the woods back behind the field. He had been shot in the head and everyone assumed that some hunter had killed him by mistake and had run when he found out that he had shot another man. No one had ever found her father's murderer, but Ann somehow knew that that murderer was somewhere in Alma and, as she lay in the bed that night, she knew that she would see that murderer many times during her life. She knew that she would search every man's face to see if she could see that sign of guilt in him, but she would never know for sure. She would never know who had killed J. D. Garrett.
Before sun-up, when the house was finally quiet, Reeves had come into her bedroom and had stood by the door in his undershorts. He had looked down on her with sadness in his eyes, but she saw something else too when she looked at him as he stood there in the moonlight that shined in through the window. She saw the hard bulge in his shorts and she knew that he had come for something special. He had come to her with the intention of fucking her again.
They had not fucked since that first time a few months before. Reeves had never seemed to be interested in fucking her after he had her that first time. But Ann had been interested, so interested that she had considered at times walking up to him and asking what was wrong, why he had not come to her in the night as he was doing right now. She would gladly have fucked him anytime that he wanted to do it.
But she had not approached him and they had remained apart until that night, that special night, the night that seemed all wrong to Ann because they were supposedly mourning her father. She tried to say something, to tell him that this was not the right time, but the words would not come from her mouth. She knew in her heart that any time was the right time if her brother willed her to fuck him.
Reeves stood at the door and looked down at the floor.
"I am leaving tonight, Ann," he said softly, sadly.
"What?"
The girl sat up on the bed and looked at her handsome, young brother.
"I am leaving tonight and I am taking Timmy with me."
"But Timmy is only eight years old," the girl said. She stared at her brother, trying to figure out why he was making such plans, why he wanted to leave, but, when he explained himself, his explanation did not make sense to her.
"This is no place for a male," he muttered. "Mother would not allow it."
"What?"
Then Reeves looked up and tried to grin at her, but the grin would not come. He was too depressed, too filled with gloom to grin.
"I want to fuck you one last time before I leave," he said.
Again, the girl tried to tell her brother that this was not the time, that she was mourning the death of her father and that he should be doing the same thing, but, when she looked at her brother, the boy who stood there and showed her the bulge in his trousers, she knew that she could not resist him.
"All right," Ann heard herself say.
She moved on the bed and pulled off her nightgown and sat there naked. She waited for her brother to approach her and take what was his. She had already decided that a special part of her belonged to Reeves and only to Reeves.
But he did not move right away. He just looked at her, stared at her. She moved on the bed, raised up on her knees and tried to hold her breasts out. She wanted to look just as sexy as she could for Reeves. She wanted to excite him so much that he would fuck her with relish. That way, Ann thought, they would both be able to forget their sorrow for a while.
Reeves stepped out of his shorts and his young, clean cock sprang up and pointed at Ann. She knew that he was looking and acting more like a man every day and she knew that he was a man. He was a man because she had mad him a man with that first fucking that she had given him. Then, it had been her idea. But now Reeves seemed to have all the control, even from the start. She had no will of her own when it came to fucking and she knew in her spirit that she would never have any will of her own any longer.
Then her brother hissed at her.
"Fucking bitch, fucking woman."
And he dashed toward her and raised his hands over his head and curled them into fits. He hit her shoulders and drove her down onto the bed as if she were something that he was driving into the ground. She lay there and wanted to cry out but she knew that she could not do that. She did not want to rouse her mother or anyone else in the house. She would not have been able to explain why she and her brother were naked in her bedroom.
So Ann just took his blows on her body and felt the tears come to her eyes and waited for the pain to be over, the harsh pain that he gave her with his beating. She did not hate Reeves for striking her. For some reason, some reason that she could not understand, she realized that she deserved this beating because she was female, as her mother and her sister were female. For some reason, Reeves seemed to think that the females in the family had hurt him, that they were trying to do away with the males. She could not understand his reasoning, but she sensed some sort of truth, higher truth in the blows that he was giving to her.
Then Reeves suddenly stopped beating her and she looked up through her tears to see her brother move on the bed, move around on the bed until he was positioned between her outstretched legs with his boyish cock, his good and noble and proud male cock, pointed at her pussy.
Reeves lifted her battered body up and drove his cock into her like a ram, a pole. He fucked her as if he were trying to knock something down inside her, as if he were trying to fuck all of her insides out.
But, now, as she remembered it, Ann thought that that had been fun. She had felt as her brother fucked her in that way that that was the kind of fucking that she deserved, crazy fucking, the fucking of a lost soul, hard and brutal and without tenderness, because her brother was a man and he had been hurt by the women in the family.
Even now, ten years later, lying on her bed and thinking about what her brother had just made her do, Ann thought that she deserved it. She deserved everything that her brother forced on her, because he knew best what demons populated her feminine flesh. He knew best what she needed to feel, to have passion.
But she still wondered why he had left the house on that night ten years ago, why he had suddenly hated women, the women of his family, more than anything else. He had taken Timmy with him and they left in the .middle of the night. They did not even stay for their father's funeral.
It was just as well, Ann thought now. They did not open the casket at the funeral. Her father had been shot in the face.
CHAPTER SIX
After the meal was over and the scene between her daughter and the crazy girl was in the past, Melba went into her own bedroom and lay there, waiting for her son to come to her and kill her. She knew it would have to happen and she wanted it to happen. She wanted the rotten core of her family to be gone so that, at least, Tammy Sue would have a chance to be saved. She glanced at the window and she saw Mose. He was still lying out there where he had fallen. Somebody should do something about his body, Melba thought, but she knew that she would not be about to do anything to take care of him. She would be a body soon herself. She would be dead and finished and gone from this rotten world.
She thought about her secret, the secret that she shared with her older son, and she knew that was the reason that Reeves hated the family so much, hated women so much. It all stemmed from his hatred of her.
The night came back to her as clearly as when it had happened, more clearly, in fact. She had replayed this scene from her history so often in her life that the scene had become a special sad friend.
Melba had had two children quickly after her marriage, and she was only fourteen when she married J. D. That, in itself, was not unusual in Alma. When the sap started bubbling in a girl, she married. Better to marry than to ass, she remembered her father telling her many time, and she had certainly not wanted to burn.
But, after those two children, she had decided not to have any more. She wanted just Reeves and Ann around her, her fair-haired boy and her dark-haired girl. J. D. had gone along with that for a couple of years and then he had demanded more children, more products of their fucking.
She had given into him and she had had Timmy and Tammy Sue. Tammy Sue was a cute, little blonde girl and Timmy was a handsome young man too, but there was something wrong with him. He could not make a sound. Melba was afraid to have other children when she found out about Timmy's affliction. She did not want to get pregnant again.
So, when she had gotten pregnant for the fifth time, she had gone to the city and she had had an abortion. It was not very common back then and not legal either, but that had not stopped her. She had wanted that abortion. She had wanted to avoid any more problems.
Then J. D. had found out about it. Still, the woman was not sure how her husband had discovered her secret, but he did find out and he had taken her out into the woods behind the fields late at night, almost dragged her out there with his shotgun in his hand. Melba was afraid that her husband would kill her out there.
When they got the woods, J. D. put his shotgun against a tree and looked at his still young and pretty wife.
"Why did you do it?" he asked. She had not known what he was talking about.
"What, J. D.? Why did I do what?"
"Wiiy did you destroy the little life that I gave you with my prick?"
Then she knew that he had found out about the abortion. Melba suddenly felt very sick at heart. She sat down on the ground and started to cry.
"I had to do it, J. D., " she moaned through her sobs. "I did not want to have any more ' children."
"I gave you that child with my cock," the man hissed.
"J. D., " the woman said, looking up at her husband, "you have four children. Isn't that enough?"
"Not enough," the man said. "Not enough at all. I want nine or ten or fifteen, ever how many the Lord gives me and puts in my cock."
"J. D., " his wife said, trying to explain, "the Lord did not put any children in your cock. He just put sperm there and sometimes that sperm-"
"Put children there!" the man yelled. "Put children there so that I could shoot them into you and make you big and pregnant while those children grow. My children, Melba. They came from my cock and they are my children."
"They are my children too!" she yelled, suddenly angry at her husband's stupidity. "No," he said firmly, shaking his head. "What?"
Melba could not believe it. She could not believe that her stupid husband was actually denying that the children from her own womb belonged to her too.
"I never saw nothing shooting out of your cock. You ain't got no cock, Melba. The children come from me and I just give them to you once in a while. That is all that you are good for. You keep them warm so that they can grow and come out and be my children again."
Melba was so angry that she stopped crying. That fucking fool, she thought. He was denying that she had any right to her own body and her own children. She could not believe that even J. D. could be so stupid and so cruel. But he was stupid and cruel and he had always been that. When she had been younger, it had not bothered her. Her father had been stupid and cruel too and she thought that men just did not understand some things, just as women did not understand how to fix a car or build a building. But she had changed her ideas in recent years. Not all men were stupid and cruel, she had discovered, and this woman now knew that she could do damned near anything that her husband could do.
In her anger, Melba looked out over the field and saw the things that her husband had given her. The land was no good, but she could not convince J.D. of that. He farmed it and tried to grow things on that land, the same things that his father and his grandfather had grown. Melba knew that one trouble with that land was the fact that it was worn out by the repetition of the same crop time and time again.
Melba had read that in a magazine, but J. D. could not read.
The woman suddenly realized how totally worthless her husband was, how much better she-and her children-would be without him. She wondered why she had married him in the first place.
J. D. was still talking.
"I will show you, Melba," the man said. "I will show you the children coming out of me. They don't come out of you, Melba They come out of me. That is the way that it is meant to be."
He unzipped his pants and whipped out his cock and started to handle it, making it long and hard and full with blood.
It was then that his wife understood why she had married J. D. Garrett. She had married him when she was just a silly teen-aged girl and she had married him for that cock. She had wanted that cock in her pussy. But now she realized that it had not really been his cock. It was any cock. She had wanted any cock in there, making her feel good and warm and loving. J.' D.'s cock just happened to be available, and she had taken it because she had been too young and silly to know that other, better cocks would be coming along.
When they come along, when Melba started meeting men who were more handsome and more loving and more kind to her than J. D. could ever be, she was already taken. She had not fucked any of those better cocks because she had felt that she would have to be faithful to her husband, but now she realized that that had been a mistake too. Even fucking her, J. D. did not consider her to be a person, not a real person. She was just something to store his children in.
And now he was beating off, standing over her and squeezing his cock and pulling the skin back and forth and playing with his tool. He was trying to show her that he was the father of children by showing her his come.
It did not take J. D. long to come. It never did. He shot his wad all over Melba as she sat there on the ground. He shot the white stuff over her hair and her face as she sat there, feeling silly and angry.
Then when he had finished coming, he reached down and ran his finger through some of the stuff that had landed on her face.
"See?" he asked, holding some of the white goo in front of her eyes. "See? That stuff there is children, plain and simple. If you look real close, Melba, you can see the children swimming in that stuff and laughing and saying that they love their daddy."
Melba, who was used to his foolishness and his ignorance, was shocked by that. Her husband was not only a fool, she thought. He was an hallucinating fool too.
She pushed his hand away from her face.
"Can't see nothing," she muttered with scorn. "Can't see no kids and no swimming and no laughter either, and, if you see that stuff in a dab of your own come, you are a fucking fool and you are crazy to boot."
That is when he slapped her. That hand that had held the come in front of her eyes came across her face with a powerful force and J. D. Garrett slapped his wife.
"Bitch," he hissed. "Fucking bitch. Worthless bitch."
She could not sit there and take that off her husband. Her anger would not allow it. The woman came to her feet quickly. At first, she meant to slap him back, but things began to get blurry with the anger that filled her head and the next thing she knew she was diving for the shotgun and aiming it at her husband and pulling both of the triggers, exploding both of the barrels.
Then J. D.'s foolish face exploded, just as the barrels of the shotgun had, and he was falling back, back. In her mind, it happened very slowly. Her husband's face was just a mass of red and then he fell back and back and back and back. Finally, he was lying on the ground, and Melba dropped the gun and turned her back on him. She could not stand to look at him.
That is when she saw her son, Reeves. He was standing at the edge of the little clearing, looking at her mother. He had seen what she had done to her husband and Melba could see the hate brimming up in his boyish, blue eyes.
"Reeves," she moaned, reaching out for him.
The boy just stood there.
Melba wanted to explain to him, she thought. She had just done something terrible and he had seen her do it. She wanted to let her, son know the reason for her action, the reason that she had killed his father.
But, as she thought about the way that J. D.'s face had exploded, she could not think of a reason. She could not think of any explanation for what she had done. She could not even explain it to herself, and she knew that she would never be able to explain it to her son, to the boy who stood there now in front of her and stared at her in disbelief.
But she heard the words coming out before she realized what she was saying.
"Reeves," she said, "he was a man and he claimed that you were his children and not mine. He was a man and he claimed-"
She stopped speaking. She did not know what she was trying-to say.
Then the empty-headed blurring of her mind took over again. Her vision fogged and she saw her son standing there but she did not think of him as her son. She did not think that he was known to her at all. She only thought of him as a cock, a good cock, the kind of cock that she had denied herself for years because she was married to that idiot who lay on the ground behind her. She stumbled toward Reeves with her arms outstretched and everything went black for a moment.
She had tried to remember what had happened for years. She had tried to remember how she had gone from murderess to lover, but she could never see that part, never reconstruct it.
All she knew was that, later on (she did not know how much time had passed during her blackout) she and her son were lying naked in the forest and Reeves was fucking her with his boyish but heavy and hard prick.
He was very good, and his cock ran deep into her as he held himself over her naked body and muttered the word over and over again.
"Mother. Mother. Mother."
And soon the word changed, almost imperspectively and it became another word, a word that seemed so true to Melba.
"Murder. Murder. Murder."
It was then that she screamed, that she cried out with all of her fury and her passion and her sorrow, all of the emotions that were so mixed up in side-of her, and pushed her son off her, as his cock slipped out of her pussy and his semen shot up into the air, his male semen, the stuff that was like his father's semen.
When she saw that stuff fly through the air and land on her flesh, the woman cried out as if the semen scalded her. She yelled in pain.
And then Reeves was up, running through the woods, running back to the house, holding the clothes that he had gathered up next to his chest and running with all of his might.
He was gone the next day and he had taken Timmy with him.
Melba had never gotten over the idea that it was all her fault. She had never been caught and tried for the murder of her husband. No one suspected that she had killed J. D. Only she and Reeves knew that she was a murderess and an incestuous fucker. Only she and Reeves knew the secret truth about her.
And now, she thought, lying on the bed, Reeves had returned to seek his revenge. He had returned to kill her and repay her for all the trouble that she had caused for the family.
Melba took a deep breath and lay on her bed and prepared for her fate. She knew that her son would never leave the house again as long as she was alive. He had been just a boy when he had run away the first time, but now he was a man and he had killed people. It would be no trouble at all to kill his mother now.
The woman lay on the bed and waited and soon the door opened and Reeves stepped in. He looked down on his mother, and Melba saw the pistol in his hand.
"Hello, Mother dear," he said with a grin, but his voice was cold and she knew that he hated her still. And she did not blame him. She deserved to be hated for what she had done to him. She thought again that she was the rotten core of the family. She had killed-Orst her unborn baby and then her idiot husband-but it was not the killing that she felt so badly about. She felt badly about fucking Reeves and giving him that taste of terrible sex that had somehow haunted him for years.
He had always shared his haunting with his sister. She had always suspected that, Melba thought, but now she knew it. Reeves had fucked his own sister and had given her his cold ghost of a spirit, the lackluster spirit that represented all that he had left after his own mother, the female murderess, had fucked him and driven his own human spirit away from him.
Melba closed her eyes and sighed.
"Get it over with, Reeves. I know that you came back to "do it. Just aim at my face and pull the trigger."
"Oh, no, Mother dear," the boy said, chuckling to himself as he spoke.
The mother opened her eyes and looked at him in disbelief. She had thought that she had Reeves figured out, but maybe she had been wrong. She hoped that she had not been wrong. She wanted to die so badly that she could not stand the thought of living, of letting her son get away without blowing her head off.
"Please, Reeves," she whimpered, "do it to me."
And then she realized that she had made a mistake. If Reeves understood that she wanted to die, that it would be blessed peace for her to die, he would certainly make her live for all eternity with her guilt. She had done something wrong when she had pleaded with him, and she might have even saved her life.
She had made a terrible mistake and she wondered how she would be able to correct it now.
She watched with anxiety as her son put the gun on the dresser next to her bed and started to unbutton his shirt. Then she realized what he meant to do to her, and it was going to be nothing as simple as murder.
Reeves pulled off his shirt and smiled down on his mother.
"Mother dear," he said. "You should have known that I would not kill you before fucking you first and reliving those wonderful moments that we shared together there in the woods."
He sat down on the edge of the bed and put his hands on his mother's big tits and squeezed them through her dress.
"You are still very sexy," he said. "Remember when you fucked me that night after you killed Daddy? Remember how you almost tore my clothes off me before I could get them off and get naked like you were? Remember the word that you kept repeating in my eye as you played with my boyish prick?"
"No," Melba said with a voice that was as soft as the wind, "I don't remember anything. I have tried to remember it, but I could not."
"You kept saying, 'Cock, cock, cock,' over and over again, Mother. You said it as if that was the most important thing about me, not that I was your son, not that I was my father's son, but that I had a cock. I did have a cock, Mother, and very soon that cock was hard and in your pussy."
Melba tried to look away from him, but he caught her head in his hands and held her face so that she would have to look at him when he said it.
"I did have a cock, Mother, and I still do have a cock. And, right now, I want you to see that cock again."
Reeves pulled off his shoes, almost casually.
"I know that you probably want to see that cock again, don't you, Mother?" he said, turning to Melba and smiling down on her with an insane expression on his face. "That cock meant so much to you last time, and I am sure that, now that you are older, it will mean even more to you. I know that you probably don't get the number of cocks in your pussy that you once did, Mother. But you are still a very pretty woman. I can assure you of that."
The blonde outlaw stood up and .turned his back on his mother and loosened his trousers. Even though she was afraid of him, even though she was more prepared to die than to fuck, Melba felt her pussy grow wet. She closed her eyes for a second and tried to remember what that cock had been like. It had been young and meaty and strong, she thought, stronger than his father's cock. But this was her son!
The idea roared in her head as she opened her eyes and saw her son's tight, muscled buttocks. He pushed his pants down and stepped out of them gingerly. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for what was truly a fate worse than death. She had been prepared, even eager to die. But she had not thought that her outlaw son would want to fuck her again.
Reeves kept his back on his mother for a few seconds and moved his hands in front of his body. She knew that he was stroking himself, making himself hard for her sake, even though he was her son. She knew that he was mad, crazy, criminally insane, but she knew too that what she had done on that night so many years before had made Reeves the way that he was. She was the blame, she reminded herself. She was the rotten core at the center of her family.
Finally, Reeves turned around. His cock was standing straight out from his body.
When her son was naked, Melba looked him over. She was amazed that he still looked so young. He had very little hair on his body, except for the blonde, soft hair that grew around his prick. He was muscled, so muscled that it seemed that his thin body was almost ready to explode with power. And she knew that he did have power. He had power over her and over her daughters. It was a power that she could not really understand, but she knew that it was there and she knew that she would not be able to resist her son's advances.
She was still wearing her waitress uniform. Her naked son sat down on the edge of the bed and slowly, almost passionately began to unbutton the still, white blouse. As he opened the blouse, he kept his blue eyes on his mother and transfixed her with his stare, a stare so full of sex that she could think of nothing else except what was about to happen. She found her pussy growing wetter and wetter as he opened her blouse. She was going to fuck her son again, and this time, she thought, it would not be a blur, a darkness in her mind. This time she would know every move that she made and every move that he made with her. This time she would be conscious of the feel of his cock, his stiff cock, in her cunt.
The woman raised up on the bed and took off her blouse when her son had finished unbuttoning it. Then Reeves put his arms around her tenderly and unsnapped the white bra that she wore. She let it fall off her body as her son moved away from her and she sat there on the bed with her breasts bare in front of the boyish, handsome outlaw.
Reeves put his hands on her tits and felt them, squeezed them. Melba closed her eyes for a moment and sighed with the pleasure of the moment. She could not help herself. She felt the pleasure in her soul, more pleasure than she had ever felt before in her life.
Reeves put his lips on her cheek and kissed her softly.
"Mother," he moaned.
The word sent a shiver through Melba's body and, instinctively, she reached out and curled her motherly fingers around her son's cock. She moved the skin of that cock back and forth and felt the power, the surging power, move into her. The power seemed to spring from that cock and enter her own body, blank her mind to nothing but the sex which was now bound to happen at any moment. And she wanted that sex She had at first wanted her son to kill her, to blow her head off, but now she wanted this fucking first. Then he would kill her, she thought. Then he would complete his act. But first she owed him and herself this one, last, glorious fuck.
Reeves moved away from his mother and stood up. He grinned down on her.
"Take of the rest of those clothes, you old whore," he said.
The words made her flinch, like the words of a lover, she thought. It seemed to Melba that she had been waiting for those words without knowing it ever since the morning that her sons had left her. She had wanted to hear those words because she knew in her heart that she deserved them, just as she deserved everything that her son would do to her on this day.
She moved quickly to take off her clothes, twisting and turning there on the bed and throwing her white garments, her waitress garments, on the floor. When she was naked, she lay back on the bed and spread her firm, white legs and moved her eager finger to her pussy. She felt the wetness there, like a flood, like nothing that she had ever felt before.
This time, she reminded herself, she would be conscious of everything that she arid her son did together. This time it would be different, wonderfully different.
Reeves moved onto the bed and lay down next to his mother and held her firm, big-titted body closed to his muscled, young flesh. He kissed her on the lips as he felt her soft breasts being squeezed between them. He did not kiss her as a son would kiss a mother. He kissed her like a lover. She ran her fingers through his blonde hair as she opened her mouth and let his tongue invade her.
Everything was working out perfectly, the outlaw thought to himself as he held his mother close to him. He would get every member of his family to do what he willed them to do. That was the reason that he had come on, to work his will on them, his mother and his sisters, one more time.
As he kissed his mother's face, he moaned the word again. He spoke softly but she heard it and she reacted to the word with a shiver and a sigh.
"Mother."
As he said the word, Reeves ran his hand down her body and she spread her legs for him, instinctively knowing where his hand would wind up, where it was meant to wind up. Melba jerked her body when his finger invaded her twat for the first time, but then she relaxed. She felt that this movement between mother and son was somehow planned, that they had been meant to have this special, completely Conscious coupling from the moment that she conceived the boy. He was her boy, she thought, not his father's, Reeves was the fruit of her womb, and his father had damned little to do with it.
Reeves dug into his mother's pussy like a man searching for gold, but what he found thrilled him just as much as gold for he found wetness and juiciness that proved to him that his mother was wanting and yearning too, that she was reacting to him as a male, reacting to him in a way that she probably had never reacted to any other male, not even his own father.
The boy knew that the maleness of the family was the strongest part of the clan then. He had taken Timmy with him ten years before because she had thought that maleness could not exist in that family, that his mother and his sister would destroy the masculinity that was blooming in him and that would bloom in his little brother. But now he knew that he could control the women of the family-all of them, even his little sister, the one that he had rarely thought about during the past decade. And he knew that Timmy could control them too.
Turning on the bed, Melba spread her legs wide and let Reeves almost fall into her. His cock was hard with excitement and she knew that he was ready to fuck, as ready as she was. The prick went into her juicy, loving hole easily and she put her firm legs around Ins body and tightened that hole around his cock.
"Mother," he moaned again as he started to move into her, started to fuck her and to churn her insides with his manly organ.
"Son," she whispered into his ear.
She smelled the fresh aroma of his blonde hair as she held him close and moved her pussy up to meet his cock. She sighed with each thrust that lie made into her cunt. They were steady, manly thrusts, and his cock seemed to fill her up as no other prick had ever done before. She wrapped her arms and her legs tightly around his body and tried to mold him into her flesh, tried to make him melt into her body. She wanted her son with her in this way always.
And then the fucking grew more intense. He fought against her tight hold on him and she had to loosen it a bit so that he could fuck her with more fury, and she heard herself say words that she had never said to any other male in her life.
"Oh, fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me, my son. Fuck my old pussy. Fuck me to death. Fuck me with your wonderful cock."
Reeves put his hands flat on the bed and lifted himself up and fucked her with passion, moving his cock in and out of her wet hole as they bptli sweated and moaned with feverish love and lust and hatred too.
"Fuck me to death!" the woman cried out.
And she heard her mad, wonderful son cackle when she said that, when she announced to him and to the world that she was completely in his power.
The cock was moving in and out of her quickly and she tried to hold it in one place by tightening the muscles of her pussy even more, but she could not do that. She could only sigh and let the orgasm build in her body, build like something that would soon break through a dam and flood over her, flood over her with passion and lust.
And she knew that the dam would break very soon. She hoped that it would break just as her son's dam broke. She hoped that they would be able to share this orgasm, this tribute to the masculine power of her blonde son.
And when she heard her son begin to growl she recognized the sound and she knew that her sweating, lusty, handsome offspring was going to come. They would come together and that meant a great deal to her at that moment. If they could come together, she thought, she did not care if he did kill her afterwards. This orgasm would complete her existence in a fine and beautiful way.
Churning in her pussy, Reeves finally gave a long and deep growl and came with spasms of lust and power into his mother's pussy. He felt the woman below him arch her back and reach out for him and hold him as best she could as the feeling ran through her too. They were frozen like that for several seconds, frozen and full of feeling for one another.
And then, when he was drained, Reeves pulled his cock out of her. Melba reached for it, and, when her son fall back on the bed, she moved quickly down to the cock and kissed it and stuck out her tongue and tasted the leftover come and the taste of her own pussy on that noble and powerful thing.
Then she looked up at her son and spoke to him with a voice that was soft and full of meaning.
"You can kill me now if you wish, Reeves," she said.
"Not yet," he said.
"But you will," she said.
Her voice made the words sound almost as if she were trying to make her son promise something.
"Before I leave," he said, "I will blow your head off, Mother."
Melba sighed and lay her head on her son's muscled stomach and rested. She had no will to fight him. She lay there and accepted the fate that she knew that she deserved.
She closed her eyes and slept with peace.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ann was sitting alone on the living room couch when she heard her mother call out when she heard her mother beg her son to fuck her to death. The sister shivered when she heard those words, for she knew that that meant that nothing could stop Reeves now nothing could destroy his control over this house.
Tim, sitting in the kitchen, heard the words too and he could see Ann bow her head when she heard the words. He grinned. He wondered what this sister was like.
In the past few hours, Timmy had gone through a wonderful change, and it had all started when he had fucked his first sister. He understood why Reeves had such a god-like presence now. He understood that it all came from sister-fucking, that special fucking that not many men can experience in their lives.
Now that Timmy had experienced one sister, he wanted the other one. He wanted to try out this older sister, this new, young widow. He remembered that this sister had been the one who had given the godliness to Reeves. Perhaps, he thought, there was something very special about her.
The mute boy stood up and walked into the living room and looked at his sister. Ann was still wearing her robe, and she looked very sexy sitting there. She looked up at him and he could see the tears in her eyes. Then she spoke to him with a soft and tender voice.
"You are not stupid, Timmy," she said. "People think that, just because you cannot speak, you are stupid. I know that you are very smart."
Timmy grinned and wished that he had had his pistol with him. Reeves had taken the pistol into his mother's bedroom, and Timmy now yearned to have the gun in his hand. He wanted to take his older sister outside and show her what a good shot he was. That would make her admire him even more, he thought.
The mute boy raised his hand and pressed his finger back as if he were shooting Ann. She jumped when he did that, and he laughed his silent laugh.
Then he walked to the couch and sat down next to her.
"I know that you are very smart, Timmy," she said as her little, dark-haired brother moved close to her on that couch.
He wanted to agree with her, but he could not speak. For the first time in a long time, Timmy regretted his muteness. He wanted to speak to his sister. He wanted to do more than just shoot her. In fact, he thought, he did not want to shoot her at all.
All morning long, he had been thinking that he wanted to take Tammy Sue with him when he and Reeves and Jill left this house. But now he was not so sure. He sensed that Ann had something that Tammy Sue did not have, and he remembered that she had been the one who had given something special to Reeves and made him what he was today.
Now, he wanted to take Ann-not Tammy Sue-with him when he left.
But he could not base his judgment on nothing, he thought. He had fucked his little sister. He would have to fuck his older sister too and then decide which one he wanted to take with him.
He was certain that Reeves would let him have either one of them-either one that he desired. His brother would not refuse him something so elemental as a sister to fuck.
Timmy reached out and opened his older sister's robes and looked at those big tits. She did not try to fight him. Ann knew that it would be no use. Timmy had arrived with Reeves, had traveled with Reeves for a deacde, she thought, and she was certain that her dark-haired, mute brother, too, had the power over women that Reeves had.
Timmy handed those tits and then moved even closer to his sister and put his mouth on her neck and tasted her sweet dampness there. She sat on the couch like a statue, still and accepting, knowing that she could not resist him.
The mute boy put his hand on the side of her face and turned her head and kissed her slightly opened lips. Again, the sister gave into him. She opened her mouth wide and let her dark-haired brother take her in his arms and hold her tight against his own body.
Timmy was beside himself as he kissed her. Never before had he so wanted to speak. He wanted to tell his sister that if she fucked him well, she would be the one who would be honored, who would get to leave with him and Reeves and Jill. He wanted her to know what was at stake for her with this fucking. But he could not tell her. So he just kissed her with passion and all the power that he could muster in his young, male body.
As her younger brother kissed her, the sister moved her hands over the cord that held her robe closed and loosened it and let the robe fall open. Her brother moved his hands inside that robe and felt her firm, strong body and her soft skin. He held her body as she heaved with desire. He ran his fingers between her legs and felt her warm, wet place. He felt also that coarse, heavy, black hair that grew there. This girl did seem to have more power than the blonde girl, the younger one. As he continued to touch her, Timmy began to make up his mind that this girl would be the one who would go with him and Reeves to new adventures in new places.
Timmy pushed the robe back from Ann's shoulders and the girl let it fall. She worked her arms out of the sleeves as her mute brother continued to kiss her face and throat and run his hands over her body. His touches made her feverish. Why not? That was the question that she continued to ask herself. She had let
Reeves fuck her and she had eaten out that crazy, blonde girl. It seemed only right to fuck her other brother too, the other member of the outlaw band.
Ann began to move back on the couch and lay down there as Timmy moved with her. When the young woman was lying on her back, her little brother moved his lips down to her breasts and kissed both of them before he quickly picked out one nipple and moved his lips close to it to suck on that pink swirl.
The mute boy ran his tongue around the nipple slowly, wetting it and making his sister shiver with passion. Then he clamped his mouth on the tit and started to suck with an easy lust.
He was still fully dressed, and Ann thought that that was rather kinky, since she, his sister, lay naked there on the couch. She ran his fingers through Timmy's dark hair as he sucked on her nipple and she purred to him, letting him know that she was surrendering her will to him as she had surrendered her will to Reeves.
"Good, Timmy," she said softly, "very good."
Just as she said that, the door to her mother's bedroom opened and her naked brother her other brother-walked into the living room. He stood at that door for a moment before he finally shut the door behind him, and he kept his eyes on the action that was taking place on the couch as he did that.
"Yes," he finally said, "that is very good, Timmy."
The mute boy jerked his head up and looked at Reeves. He could see that his brother's cock was already half-erect again, growing again, even though the blonde stud had just finished fucking his own mother. Timmy "knew that Reeves could fuck three or four or even live times a day without letting up, without tiring out.
A few hours earlier, he would have grinned and laughed as his brother's compliment, as Reeves' admonition that he was very good, but now Timmy felt anger directed at his brother. Why couldn't Reeves leave him alone with at least one sister? The blonde bandit always seemed to want to be in on stuff, even if he was just going to watch. Timmy suddenly did not like that. He had not barged in to watch Reeves with their mother. He had respected his brother's privacy. But Reeves still treated him as if he were a little boy.
The mute boy lay there on his sister's naked body and shook with anger. He wanted to say something to Reeves, to tell his brother that he was busy with Ann so that he would be able to make his decision as to which sister to take with him when they all left the house. He wanted to tell his brother to get lost for a little while. But he could not speak. He could not make a sound.
If only he could snarl at his brother, the mute thought, he would be able to show Reeves that he did not want him here at this time. But nothing came out of his throat. Nothing had ever come out.
Then Timmy decided that the only way that he would be able to defeat his brother would be to get this fucking started as soon as possible. He quickly moved his finger into Ann's twat and began to move his finger around in there. She winced.
"Not so hard, Timmy," she said.
"Be gentle with her, Timmy," his brother warned him.
And that made him hate Reeves "all the more.
Timmy slipped his finger out of his sister's cunt and started to take off his own clothes. He tore his shirt open in his zeal and his need to get undressed in a hurry.
"Don't rush it, Timmy," the blonde brother said.
More words of wisdom from the great stud. The mute frowned at his brother. He hated Reeves more at that moment than he had ever hated him before. For so many years, he had worshipped his brother and protected him and shot people for him, and now Reeves would not leave him alone for a few minutes to fuck a sister.
Timmy took off his shirt and stood up and loosened his trousers and pushed them down. He looked down. His cock was not even hard. He was sure that it had been hard before, when he had aimed his finger at Ann and made the young woman jump. His brother had ruined his erection, he thought. He looked up at Reeves and frowned again, trying to let his blonde brother know that he hated him.
And then Timmy wondered where his pistol was. Reeves had carried it into his mother's bedroom but he did not have it with him now. That made Timmy even more angry. Reeves had, no doubt, left the pistol lying in there in that bedroom where anyone could touch it. It was Timmy's pistol and he felt that his brother had broken some sort of sacred trust by not bringing that gun back and giving it back it his mute comrade.
Timmy tried to snarl, tried to do something that would show his brother that he was angry with him, but Reeves just stood there by the door and grinned like some kind of fool.
He thought that Timmy was mad because he did not have an erection, a stiff cock with which he could fuck his sister.
"Don't worry, Timmy," the brother said.
"Let Ann suck on it for a few seconds and it will get big and hard, just like mine gets when she sucks on it."
Timmy did not like that. He did not want to be just like his brother any longer. His brother was a fool who would not leave him alone, who left Timmy's pistol lying around where anyone could touch. the damned thing. The mute boy pulled up his trousers and fastened them and came toward his brother. He pushed Reeves aside and opened the door to his mother's bedroom.
He went in and he was shocked by what he saw.
His mother was sitting naked on the bed, holding the pistol, Timmy's pistol, with the barrel aimed at her head. She was trying to work up the courage to do it herself, to save Reeves the trouble and the thrill of killing her.
She looked up when she saw her younger son standing there, scowling at her.
"Timmy," she said.
The dark-haired boy reached out and jerked the pistol out of her hands and held it close to his thin, boyish chest. He held it like a mother would hold a baby, Melba thought, like she had once held him.
Suddenly, Melba felt very sorry for her mute son. She had ignored him for several hours because Reeves had been the most important person in the house to her. Now she did not want to ignore him any longer. She felt a new guilt come to her because she had once considered this mute boy to be some sort of curse that God had put upon her head. She did not like thinking about Timmy because he reminded her of the other baby, the baby that she never had, the baby that she had aborted because she was afraid that that child would turn out even worse than her mute son.
"I am sorry," she said softly, looking into Timmy's dark eyes. "I am sorry that I never treated you like I should."
Timmy just stood there and stared at her.
Then Melba thought of a way that she could repay her son for all of those years that she had avoided his dark and silent gaze. She had done it for Reeves, she thought. She owed it to Timmy too, if he wanted it. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs and grinned at him.
"Do you want to fuck me, Timmy?" she asked.
The mute boy began to shake.
"It is all right," Melba tried to reassure her son. "Your brother fucked me and I enjoyed it. I will admit it. I enjoyed it a great deal. If you want to fuck me too, I am sure that I will enjoy your cock in my pussy."
Timmy opened his mouth and tried to make some sound, to show his anger and his disgust in some way. But he could not do it. So he just turned and opened the bedroom door and walked out.
And looked at Reeves and Ann.
His blonde brother had taken his place again.
Reeves was standing next to the couch, his naked, muscled body arched and his hands on his buttocks as Ann, his sister, Timmy's sister, sucked on his cock. The mute boy watched them for a moment, watched as Ann moved her face close to Reeves' body. She was taking all of his cock into her mouth and down her throat and she looked as if her mouth was being stuffed by her brother's manly meat. She moved back and forth on the cock with a relish and she took her mouth off the cock from time to time to kiss the head of the prick and stick out her tongue and lick the pink tip of the organ.
Ann lifted the rod with her hand and ran her quick, feminine tongue down the underside of the shaft. She licked the balls and found them tasty and smooth and filled with gism. When she heard her blonde brother moan, she moved her mouth back to the tip of the cock and opened her lips a bit. She kept her face about an inch from her brother's body as she moved the skin of the rod back and forth and listen to Reeves moan and growl with ecstasy.
Reeves and Timmy and Ann all knew that the blonde brother would be coming soon. And they all knew that Ann would accept his goo as it sprang from the tip of his prick and covered her face and mouth.
Timmy held the pistol next to his thin chest and watched with a strange sense of admiration for his brother-strange because it was mixed with terrible anger, a cold anger at the blonde, muscled youth who had taken his place with Ann.
The buttocks of the blonde outlaw tensed and he aimed his loins at his sister's face as she played with his cock and then he came.
In Timmy's mind, the semen seemed to spring out in slow motion, like white threads of fine fabric in the hot air of the room. The threads fell on Ann's face as she continued to move the skin of the prick back and forth and continued to keep her mouth open. She accepted the threads, the terrible white threads that bound her to her brother, Timmy thought. They bound her to Reeves, not to him, and they kept coming out. They landed on Ann's cheeks and chin and on her lips and in her hair and she milked the cock for all of the threads that her brother had in him.
When Reeves was empty, when the threads finally stopped coming, Timmy saw his older sister run her tongue over her lips and taste the gism that was there.
Then Ann turned her face to Timmy and she smiled.
Reeves turned to his mute brother and smiled too, smiled even as Ann still held his cock, smiled with a certain sense of triumph in his expression.
"See, Timmy?" he said. "That is the way that she-likes it."
Reeves looked down at his naked sister.
"Isn't that the way that you like it, Ann?"
"Yes, Reeves," she murmured, looking up at her stud brother as if she worshipped him with all of her heart, "that is just the way that I like it. I like everything that you do for me."
The dark-haired, mute brother was infuriated by her admission and by Reeves' smug look of conquest. He knew that Reeves was not only showing that he had control over the girl. He was also showing that he had control over Timmy too. The mute hated the young man who had raised him.
Reeves turned to smile at Timmy again and that smile, that terrible, stud smile on his brother's lips, made all the difference to the boy. It told him that he would always be second-best, as long as Reeves lived.
Timmy pulled the gun away from his chest and raised it and aimed it carefully. Reeves continued to smile, even as Timmy pointed the gun at him. The shot had a hollow sound in Timmy's ears.
Ann jerked her hand away from Reeves' cock as the blonde stud fell backwards. Timmy had aimed true. There was a dark hole between the brother's eyes, and a little bit of blood began to fill that hole, as if it were rushing to fill a vacuum.
Reeves fell back and back until he was forced against the wall and then he slid down that wall and sat there on the floor, like a shocked little boy. His eyes were wide open and his mouth gaped. But no breath came from his body. Timmy had killed him just as he had' killed so many others before.
Soon the room was filled with females. Jill came running from the back of the house and Tammy Sue came from the back yard and Melba opened the door to her bedroom and stood there and sighed and leaned against the door when she saw her son, her favorite stud son, sitting so shocked against the wall with the blood running down between his wide, blue eyes.
And Timmy was shocked too, shocked by what he had done. He dropped his arm to his side and held onto the smoking gun and tried again to speak to Reeves, to tell his brother that he was sorry. But, as usual, as always, no sound came from the boy's throat.
There was a silence in the room for a few seconds and then all of the females opened up with terrible wails, wails that sounded like some terrible chant, some heart-rending music that came from hell itself.
Timmy could not stand it. He could make no sound, could not join in the wail and he could not stand being there and listening to the women cry out for the dead brother. When the naked Ann moved from the couch and threw herself on her brother's dead body, Timmy knew that he had lost her for sure.
He turned to Tammy Sue, his second sister, his second choice for a comrade in crime. She was wailing too. She lifted her face to the ceiling and cried out with a strange, chanting language of grief.
Even Jill, the crazy girl, cried out.
But, as he looked, at the weeping Jill, Timmy knew that he needed her, just as his brother had needed her before him. He reached for her and grabbed her hand and started to drag her toward the door. They would leave, the mute decided. He did not want to stay there any longer.
But his mother was grabbing at him.
"Reeves promised," Melba moaned. "He promised to kill me, to blow my head off. You will have to do it now, Timmy. Before you leave me forever, kill me."
The dark boy looked at his naked mother as she fell to her knees at his side and held the hand that still held the pistol in it. She was begging for death, for some final show of love from the son that she had avoided all of these years.
But he would not kill her. Reeves had promised to do it, but Timmy would not do it for his dead brother. He was not at all like Reeves.
The mute boy shook his head and jerked his hand and the pistol from his mother's grasp and pulled Jill with him as they headed for the door.
Outside, he ran down the front steps and toward the back of the house. Jill began to sing her silly song as they ran for the car that they had left in the back of the house.
"Brighten the corner where you are."
Timmy remembered the times that Reeves had hit the skinny girl and had told her to shut the fuck up.
He wanted to do the same tiling, to take his brother's place, but he could not.
Certainly, he thought as he ran down the path with Jill following him and singing, he could hit her, but he could not tell her to shut up. No words would come to him. They had never come and they never would.
When they got into the car, Jill climbed in behind the steering wheel and looked at Timmy. She wanted to know where they were going, where she should head as she drove the car at break-neck speed.
Timmy could not answer her. He just shrugged his thin shoulders.
Jill started the motor and pulled out of the field and drove down the road. She drove very fast, but she did not know where' she was going. Neither did Timmy, and, even if he had known, he would not have been able to tell her.
As she drove, she sang.
"Hide it under a bushel, no. I'm gonna let it shine. Hide it under a bushel, no, I'm gonna let it shine. Let it shine. Let is shine. Let it shine."
Timmy listened to her song and held the gun against his chest and missed his stud brother already.
