The process of growing up and passing through adolescence has been characterized by great inner turmoil, uncertainty, and tremendous pressures from family, close friends, and peer groups. Certainly, in our complex society, the problems youths now face seem more marked than ever before.
Teresa and Janey are teenagers embarking on their own special journey into adolescence. They find themselves plagued with powerful emotions, sometimes becoming angered over youthful misjudgments. It is only through a series of rather explicit encounters while on a vacation that they manage to put their worlds into perspective and can begin coping with new feelings and responding to new situations.
HOT PANTS NIECE -- the story of typical young American girls coming of age. A lesson to us all and a reminder that the journey to adulthood is not easy.
The Publisher
Chapter One
"I think you know why I have to get Teresa out of town for a while," Mrs. Henderson said, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. Jane didn't look up from her tea. It embarrassed her to hear her mother carry on about Terry. It had been like that for some years now. Terry was an embarrassing girl to have around. "Are you listening, Janey?"
"Sure, mom."
"I wish Teresa took after you more," her mother went on. "Never asking for anything, never causing any trouble. But she isn't like that. And ever since your father disappeared, I knew this day was coming. I can't seem to get her to obey me at all anymore. And now this dating business comes up and her wanting to strut around with that Carson boy." Mrs. Henderson shook her head. Jane nodded to let her know she was still listening.
"Well, we all know who Bobby Carson is... and what he is."
"Yes, Mama."
"I'll feel much more at case with you taking Terry up to Uncle Nat's place for the summer. You can keep an eye on her that way. And Nat having that place in the country, I guess it'll take her out of circulation some."
"Yes, Mama." Jane sipped her tea. She'd been thinking about Bobby Carson. It made a thrill run over her skin to imagine the young man doing what he was notorious for doing to girls. Jane imagined him doing it to Teresa. But age wouldn't stop Bob Carson. He was the most notorious cherry popper in Hainsville. Jane sighed and then pushed the naughty thoughts out of her mind. She was too mature to daydream about such tripe as that. She was nineteen and going on twenty. She had a year of college behind her and considered herself serious-minded and sincere. Not like her harebrained sis, Terry.
"You'd better go run Teresa out of the bathroom and get your bath started," her mother said. "The bus leaves in an hour and a half and I don't want you two to fool pound and miss it."
"Yes, Mama, I'll go right up."
"Terry, I've got to come in," Jane called, "it's getting late."
"Okay, okay, if you really think you'd gonna pee your pants or something..."
Jane closed the door behind her. The bathroom was steamy and hot. She hung her robe on the hook and squeezed paste onto her toothbrush. She could hear her sister splashing around in the bathwater. The shower curtain had been drawn domed and Jane thought that a bit silly. She'd never known Terry to be so modest in the past.
Behind the translucent curtain Jane could see the thin outline of her sister's body. She seemed too willowy thin to be causing so much trouble. Why, she hardly had tits at all... just small swells lipped with the most fragile pink nipples Jane had ever seen. Her own breasts were full and firm and the nipples dark. It embarrassed her to see her naked body sometimes. And she could hardly stand to touch the super-sensitive nubbins that jutted out of her equally dark areolas. It embarrassed her to see her dark pubic curls. They formed a perfect triangle that started low on her abdomen. And underneath those protective curls was the most embarrassing place of all. She frowned at her vagrant thoughts aid concentrated on brushing her teeth.
"When will you be through with your bath?" she asked, getting her toilet articles together.
"If you'll give me five more minutes, I'll get out."
Jane slipped her robe back over her shoulders. "Well, okay. But burly up or we'll miss that bus."
She opened the door to go out, but remembered that she wanted to pack her toilet articles while she was waiting for Terry to finish in the tub. So that the steamy wax wouldn't escape, Jane closed the door again and reached for the little zipper bag she used for cosmetics.
"Unnnnn... got to hurry now..." Terry groaned from behind the shower curtain. Jane realized immediately that her young sister thought she was alone. Jane thought she'd better cough or make some kind of noise to warn Terry that the door had been opened and closed but that she was still not alone. But something made her remain silent. She drew her fingers back away from the little bag she'd been about to fetch.
"Mmmm... ohhh, wow!" Terry sighed. The water was being splashed around pretty violently. Jane found her heart pounding. She moved her bare feet carefully on the tiled floor. How could she just stand there and let her sister go on doing whatever she was doing? But Jane had a pretty good idea what Terry was doing and it excited her curiosity tremendously. It was something she had never done herself. She'd resisted the temptation since puberty. Her mother had always told her that nice girls simply didn't do such things. Not in those words exactly, but the implications had been clear enough. Jane bit her bottom lip. She meant to make same noise any minute now... Net she still waited.
The words made Jane a body tremble. She noticed that the lips of her cunt felt heavy and moist inside. She rocked her hips and the inner folds pressed and slid together. She was breathing faster and her skin tingled. She moved slowly towards the place wheat the shower curtain didn't quite reach the wall. She hated herself for what she was about to do but nothing could have stopped her. Leaning close, she peered through the gap in the curtain, looked down on her blonde sister's slender back.
Both of Terry's hands were between her thighs. Jane couldn't tell what she was doing because her sister's shoulders and head were in the way. But the sucking, slippery sounds made it obvious. Terry's knees were bent, but as she continued to play between the lips of her cunt, she extended one slim leg and pressed her toes against the end of the tub. Her wiggling movements had become more intense now, wilder. Her foot brushed the tap handle and hot water gushed noisily into the tub. Teresa didn't seem to notice or didn't care. She slid down deeper into the water, lifting her hips upwards now.
With her movements hidden by the noisy tap, Jane edged the curtain a little wider. With Terry slipped down in the tub, she could see exactly what her young sister was doing. The delicate lips of Terry's cunt were stretched back to reveal the pink, glistening lining inside. Her sister had wadded towels under her bottom to lift her pubes up out of the water while she played. And now Jane could show me exactly what her sex-crazed sister was using for lubrication. A squeeze bottle of hand lotion sat on the edge of the tub. As Jane watched, Terry squeezed a huge glop of lotion into the throbbing crevice between her young, tan thighs. Then she moaned softly as she spread the cream up and down the heated divide.
"Wow... yeah... ohhhhh, shit," she whimpered, her small fingers working the lotion deeper. Jane could see the inner petals sucking around her sister's knuckles as she plunged into her cunt. But Teresa could only push so far. Jane knew that she'd come up against resistance. Terry could only plunge so deep before she touched the very thing that their mother was trying to protect.
Jane had the strongest urge to touch her own tits. Her hands slipped up her smooth belly and trembled there below the heavy swells. "It's wrong..." she breathed... "I can't." She interlaced her fingers and held them before her almost as if she were praying.
In the tub, Terry had hooked one leg over the edge and slid down even further. Her pussy gaped, showing every detail of its makeup. The sparse blonde down that edged Terry's lips looked so delicate, so innocent. Jane licked her lips. How could her sister do this at such a young age when she herself had somehow resisted touching her own body through adolescence. But as the aching thrill jolted through her, Jane wondered about her decision to remain pure of mind and body. It had become a way of life to her and yet the obvious ecstasy on her young sister's face was undeniable. Did it really feel that good?
Jane almost stepped back from the curtain then. She knew she couldn't continue to watch what Terry was doing without being disturbed by it. She was disturbed enough as it w. But the plunging movements of her sister's hips fascinated her. She'd never seen a human being move like that... not ever! She'd always avoided thinking of the details of how a man and woman really fucked. She'd assumed that the woman lay down and parted her legs slightly. Then the man pushed his cock into the woman's body and deposited his corn quickly. No one had ever told her any different. But to watch her sister's furious and frantic movements made her wonder. Did the woman really get excited enough to reveal her passion in such an animalistic way? Or was Terry a special case? Maybe the presence of a man would change the young girl's behavior. Jane just didn't know.
"Mmmm... uhnnn... ohhh, Jesus... ohhh, fuck!" The bathwater splashed over the edge of the tub as Terry jerked her immature hips up and down against her clawing fingers. Jane could see now that she had the drain open slightly to keep the water from covering her mound. The insides of her thighs were smeared with the hand lotion and it hung in glops from her fingers as she continued to caress her dainty opening.
Jane could see the little bump of her clitoris.
She knew she had one, too, but site rarely took a look at the way she was put together. Just doing that seemed to make her think wrong thoughts. A girl's body was so soft, so slick and sensitive. Just the wrong kind of touch could set off a whirlwind of emotions. Jane had never wanted to take the chance. She was curious but not that curious.
"Ahhhhh!" Teresa cried, her slim hips moving in jerky circles now as she rubbed her pussy against the teasing, rubbing friction of her fingertips. "Ohhhhhhhh... my God... SOOOO good!" Jane could hardly believe the look of ecstasy on her sister's face. Where a few seconds before she'd been grimacing as if in agony, now she looked relaxed, relieved, happy. She let her head loll back half in the water. Her toes had been fanned out against the end of the tub but now Jane watched them relax and close. She moved quietly to the door, opened and shut it again so that Terry would think she'd just re-entered the bathroom.
"Aren't you out of that tub yet?" she asked.
"In a minute," Terry replied, her voice husky with passion. There was more splashing as the slim girl moved around. Then she pushed back the curtain and stepped from the tub. Her flushed cheeks made Jane glance at her sparsely furred cunt. It was flushed-looking too and swollen slightly. Terry seemed to notice the way Jane was looking at her, and wrapped a towel around her hips.
"Take your bath now," she said. "You were in such a damned hurry."
Jane ran her a fresh tub of water, stripped her panties and jumped in. She was trying to think of something else... something to take her mind off the things she'd just witnessed. But the hot water against her cunt made her breath fast. She lathered her hands thoroughly and smoothed the suds over her breasts. Usually she never thought anything about doing that, but now her brown nipples were swollen and the slick friction made her shiver. She worked the lather around until it almost hid one nubbin. Then she pinched it with her slickened ringers.
"Ohhh... why did I do that?" she gasped, ashamed. She blushed. It was almost as if there were someone in the room watching her excite herself. As a child she'd always wondered if God could see through the walls to watch her pee. She felt that now that he might be observing her thickly lathered breasts and the way she kept rubbing her palms back and forth over the rigid nipples.
"Got to stop... ohhh, damn me... why am I thinking these things anyhow?" She sucked in a deep lungful of air. "I'm almost twenty. I'm too old to play with myself." She got a washrag soapy and squatted to cleanse her cunt in the usual way. Her cuntlips were slightly parted to expose some of the glistening inner surfaces. That way when she squeezed the soapy water onto her body, it dribbled over the hidden folds and cleaned them. But this time as the hot water did its job, Jane had the most irresistible urge to soap herself with a finger.
"Maybe I'm not getting clean enough the old way," she breathed in the stillness of the room. Soaping three fingers, she touched them gingerly to the pink inner surfaces of her labia. A thrill burst through her as she smoothed the suds up and down, up and down. "Then, that should do it... not too much... ohhh, God, not too much!"
She was shaking again, breathing irregularly. She closed her eyes and tried to relax.
"I can't touch myself any longer," she gasped at last, jerking her fingers from between the swelling lips of her pussy. She was trembling all over. She grabbed the rubber shampoo sprayer and fit the end onto the spigot and turned the water on. Then she began to use the force of the spray to wash the soap out of her pussy. But she'd thought this might take care of her hygiene without exciting her further, it worked just the opposite. The needle-fine spray stung her clit and immediately it burst free from its protective hood. Before her eyes, Jane watched it thicken and lengthen. She'd never paid such close attention to her own anatomy before and it amazed her to watch the changes take place.
The warm water shot against the dainty petals round her clit. When she moved the hose so that the force of the water varied, her thighs went rigid and she seemed to want to tense every muscle, to make herself tremble by holding her breath.
"This is silly... it's got to stop right now!" she whimpered as if scolding herself might have an effect. Using every bit of will she could muster, Jane turned off the tap. She staggered up and made it out of the tub by some miracle. She could hardly believe how weak she'd become by playing with herself. She could easily see that once a girl started something like that, it would be impossible to stop. And she'd come very close to giving in to the temptation. She dried hurriedly, trying to think of anything but the pleasure she'd brought to herself just with a few light touches. But it was hard to think of anything but that.
"Now Janey darling, you watch over your little sis, you hear?"
"Yes, Mama," Jane said, kissing her mother on the cheek. Terry offered her pursed lips then and their mother hugged them both.
"Teresa, you do exactly what Jane tells you to. I don't want you running around with any boys."
"Aw maw, I'm almost eighteen."
"You heard what I said."
Terry bowed her head. "Yes, Mama."
The bus engine started up and the driver glanced their way impatiently. Jane hugged her mother and she and Terry got on. They found a seat near the back and waved as the big bus lumbered out of the depot and headed west out of town.
Chapter Two
Terry could hardly sit still. She had put on a knee-length skirt and since she usually wore blue jeans, she felt very sexy. That inviting openness between her legs seemed to beg for touching. She'd considered going without panties, too, but had finally decided to put on a skimpy pair of bikini underwear with lace. They were almost as good as not having on anything at all. She loved the way the elastic waist rode low on her flat belly. Site wondered if a man would like something so tiny. Did it excite a guy to find a girl wearing something that barely covered her at all? Terry decided that it surely did have some kind of effect.
At Riverton the bus pulled in for a short rest stop. Terry let her sister get off first, pretending to be busy brushing her hair. Then when Janey was gone she got out her lipstick and put just a smear of it across her lips. Hr mother forbade her to use cosmetics and she knew that Jane was supposed to go along with this ruling... but what the hell? She couldn't make her take it off right in the middle of the coffee shop.
"There, now that's sexy!" she sighed, glancing at her reflection in the small pocket mirror she carried. She padded down the aisle and off the bus, sandals clapping as she strolled across the parking lot. Three boys leaning by a service station pointed and one gave a whistle. Teresa felt her face flush but she managed a big smile back in their direction. She threw her shoulders back hard to push out as much of her tits as she could. One of the boys snickered, but another whistled again. Terry pushed into the coffee-shop with a flick of her trim ass. Laughter cascaded behind her but she shut it off with the door.
"They're just laughing because they're not getting any," she breathed to herself. She avoided the stool next to Jane and took one between a soldier and a middle-aged woman with a tired face. The waitress brought her coffee and a doughnut. Terry poured cream in her coffee to take away the bitter taste, but when she tried it, the stuff was still too strong.
"You want some of mine?" the soldier asked.
He pushed his cream bottle towards her with a smile. "I like mine black."
"Why thank you." She fluttered her long lashes. The soldier told her his name was Eddy. She could see that he kept glancing at her breasts. She tried to remember to keep her shoulders back. She didn't have much, but what she had was pretty nice. At least she thought they were whenever she took a close look in the mirror.
The soldier was heading for Warton too. That was where Uncle Nat was going to meet Janey and her. His place was five miles out in the country. Terry knew her mother had chosen such a spot to keep tier out of circulation for awhile. But at least she could talk to the soldier until they got there.
"You want to sit with me when we get back on?" he asked. He had a nice face and his eyes looked kind. They reminded Terry of Bob Carson's eyes.
"Sure, if I can talk my sister into it."
"Let me do the talking." The soldier glanced around. "Where is she anyway? Wait, I'll bet that's her... the one giving us a dirty look."
"Yep, that's her all right." Terry giggled and brushed her arm against the soldier's. She liked him already. Just like she'd fallen for Bob Carson. Bad Bobby Carson. She could almost remember his lips on her body. God, he knew how to excite a girl. Terry remembered the night he'd asked her in a cool way if he could kiss her all over her body. It had taken her a full minute to reply. She shivered, thinking of how it'd felt watching Bobby's wet lips curve around her tit.
"You okay?" Eddy asked.
"Yeah, I was just thinking of something." The soldier's eyes had a sexy cast. He pushed his hat back and a brown curl fell across his forehead.
"Here comes your sister."
It didn't take Jane long to say no. She said it at least five times and she said it fast. It was easy to see that she didn't like the soldier one bit. Terry trudged back to the bus behind him.
"My God, Janey! What do you think I'm gonna, do right in plain daylight on a Greyhound bus?"
"I wouldn't know, Teresa. Knowing you I wouldn't care to bet."
"Oh, you old... fink."
The bus was due into Warton at ten that night. When it grew dark, Terry waited for her chance. She knew that Janey had been getting sleepy. And finally after a series of yawns, her dark-haired sister rested her head back on her rented pillow and closed her eyes. Terry waited until her breathing was deep and even. Then she crept out into the aisle and headed towards the toilet. The soldier was sitting in the very back, his coat off and his shirt unbuttoned. He watched her go in the toilet. When she came out again, he winked and motioned her back.
"My sis is asleep," she confessed excitedly.
"Sit down and have a drink with me," Eddy said. He made room and pushed the half-shot pint at her. Terry shook her head.
"I don't drink."
"Ever tried any?"
"No."
"Then maybe you do drink," he laughed and Terry had to laugh with him. She took the smooth bottle in both hands and sniffed it.
"Smells like medicine."
"Yep, it'll cure anything." He slipped an arm around her shoulders. Terry had to close her eyes for a second to let the hot thrills pass.
"Maybe just a sip," she said, putting the bottle to her lips. Her first gulp was too much and she started coughing. A warmness spread down her throat and into her belly. She pushed the bottle back at Eddy. He took a man-sized slug and wiped his lips.
"Damn, you smell good," he said, nuzzling against her neck. Terry let him, enjoying the chills that rushed over her skin. Eddy kissed her behind the ear and then nibbled at her lobe until she had to sigh out loud. She put a hand at the nape of his neck and tickled him there as their lips met. He tasted like whiskey and cigarette smoke, but Terry liked the taste. She felt like a woman... a real woman.
It was dark back in that corner where the last seat was. Eddy's hands began to explore. Terry held her breath as he touched her knee and began to inch upwards.
"Ohhh... Eddy..." She kissed him feverishly. She knew she wasn't very cool when it came to making out. Her girl friends had told her that she should play harder to get. That she shouldn't let a guy touch her anywhere he wanted right off. But it was so hard to make them stop! Their fingers felt so good on her flesh. Eddy squeezed the soft inside of her thigh. His other hand was sneaking under her blouse, rubbing the small of her back. She felt dizzy and out of breath and wonderful.
"Baby, you're really put together nice." He unbuttoned her blouse up the back.
"Not here," she hissed, looking around.
"How am I gonna kiss those little tits of yours unless I get this thing off?"
Too weak to resist, Terry let him slip her blouse forward from her shoulders and off of her arms. She knew she was crazy but when Eddy's mouth touched the tiny, thin cup of her training bra, she gasped with pleasure. He was trying to get the catch loose in back.
"Just pull the cup down," she moaned, digging her nails into the soldier's neck. Eddy slipped her small, plump breast from its restraints and began to wet it with hot kisses. When her pink nipple was sucked between his teeth, she gave a squeal and her hips plunged instinctively. Eddy gave her a scolding look.
"Shhhhh, somebody's gonna hear us if you carry on like that."
"I can't help it. Ohhh, God, it feels so good, darling." She grabbed his head and pulled him down again. This time she watched the suction of his mouth pull her tit deep. With her blouse removed, Eddy was working up her thigh again with his free hand. She felt him touch the damp band of nylon that pressed tightly against her mound. She moved her hips slightly, pressing down against his finger.
Eddy took her hand and pushed it down between his legs. Teresa was surprised to find that his fly was gaping open. She ad never really touched a man... not like Eddy obviously wanted her to do. But he was already forcing her fingers into the gap and she let him. His cock was inside a tangle of cotton underwear. Nervously she searched for it through the clever folds of the shorts. Did a man really go to that much trouble every time he peed? she wondered.
"Ohhh!" she gasped as her fingers brushed against the rigid shaft. It felt different than she'd imagined. It was throbbing as if powered by some motor inside the meat. And the head flared out huge and hot and spongy. She knew that men were shaped sort of like that, but she'd only glimpsed photos in books before. Now her fingers curled round the real thing and Terry found she could hardly breathe from the excitement.
"I... I didn't know they were so big."
"Not all of 'em are," bragged Eddy, his finger stretching her pantycrotch to one side. Teresa clasped his cock tightly as she felt him sliding that finger up between the hairs of her pussy. As her cunt-slit opened, a flood of her juices washed out over the man's knuckles. He moved his fingers again and this time there was a soft, sucking sound as her butter was smeared across the outer surfaces of her cunt. "Yes, touch there," she gasped.
"No... don't..."
"Hell, you're still virgin, aren't you?" Eddy explored the delicate hollow where her cherry stretched. "I haven't seen one of them animals in a long times," he slurred.
"Maybe I'd better get beck to my seat," she breathed, looking around to see if anyone might be watching them. She'd begun to wonder if maybe he was taking too big a chance fooling around with this stranger... maybe her sis was right to keep an eye on her. But it felt so good... so good to have Eddy's finger working gently back and forth in the hot slick folds of her pussy. Her body yearned to be touched. She couldn't resist the hunger she felt so deeply. And what could he do on a bus, anyway? All she had to do was yell and he'd let her go. It was like the time she'd let Bob Carson kiss her all over her body. Parked in the middle of a drive-in movie she'd let him do that. She'd felt safe... in a way. But Teresa realized that she really didn't want to feel safe. Scared as she was of going all the way, she had a terrific lust to lose her virginity.
She squeezed the throbbing prick that warmed her palm... imagining that monstrous thing sliding through her hymen. She could see the blood spurting, she could see her young, unsullied cunt being stretched to take the plunging shaft!
"Ohh... mmmmm... that fools wonderful," she whispered against Eddy's neck. His finger had found her clit and was giving it light and loving caresses. Usually the feels she got were too rough, too unpracticed. A guy thought that soft little bump was to be dug at like some pimple or something. She made her date take his hand out of her panties when it got too painful. With Eddy, she worked her slender hips around in circles, giving him even more inner surfaces to work on. He knew how to do it and do it good!
"Listen, Terry," he said, kissing her neck, "I want you bad. We could do it right here on the seat and nobody..."
"Oh, God no! You've got to be kidding!"
"I'm not kidding..."
"You're drunk then..." She caught his wrist. He'd been moving a stiff finger down towards her cherry. Opposing emotions ran through her. She wanted to fuck! She wanted to see how it was, how it felt. But at the same time something held her back. It was probably all the crap she'd had to listen to from her mother. And it didn't seem like the most romantic place to get screwed either... the back of a Greyhound bus.
"Hey, it'll feel good. I've got a rubber..."
"Nooooo... ohhh... don't do that Eddy... please don't!"
His finger was digging at the tender spot that protected her virgin cunt. She squeezed the head of his cock hard and Eddy quit pressing against the vulnerable place. Now she knew that a man could be controlled too. She lightened the pressure and heard the soldier gasp.
"You were about to squeeze the head right off," he moaned, giving her an angry look.
"You better be good now," she warned, squeezing him again. He let his head flop back on the bus seat and his eyes rolled. Lights from the highway fished through the windows.
"Hey, lighten up baby, I ain't doin' nothing to you."
Terry pulled her hand out of his shorts. "I'd better act back to my seat."
"Wait," Eddy said, grabbing her wrist. "I messed up. I'm sorry. I thought maybe you wanted to screw."
"Well, I don't. Not here anyway. And maybe not even with you." She lifted her chin and wrinkled her short nose at him as if he was suddenly disgusting. Inside she was still very curious and more than a little excited. But it wasn't easy to act so cool.
"How about giving me a hand-job?" Eddy said, smiling at her. He tipped the bottle up again. There wasn't much whiskey left.
"I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about."
"Like hell," he grinned, pulling her face close. The kiss excited her more than she meant it to. What was it about this guy? What was it about any guy? It seemed like she had a little trigger somewhere that went off with hardly a touch. Her heart raced as his tongue plunged in and out between her teeth. Eddy sure knew how to kiss. When he sucked her own tongue into his mouth she let him and dissolved into his embrace with a whimper.
"I've got to go," she managed to say, trying to leave.
"Give me that hand-job baby. I'll really appreciate it."
"Eddy, let me go."
"Come on, sugar..." He took her hand and pushed it down again. This time his cock was free of his shorts altogether. In the dim light from passing cars, she could see the shape and size of it clearly. It was thick around the shaft and very white. The veins jutted up like worms winding from his balls to the tip. And that tip! It flared out from the rest of the soldier's prick like some strange mushroom. It was different in color too... a dark purple. No wonder it had felt so strange when she'd had her hand plunged deep into his jockey shorts. Teresa had the strangest desire to touch it again. But she sucked in a deep breath and started to get up.
"Twenty bucks?" Eddy said, grabbing her wrist again, jerking her down.
"What do you mean, twenty bucks?"
"You know what I mean." Eddy slipped a bill from his pants and folded it into Terry's palm. Her heart raced. Just taking the twenty was an agreement of sorts. She swallowed hard and looked at the money. Then she looked back at Eddy. He had something else in his hand. "You can use this," he smiled, making her take it. Terry saw that it was a squeeze tube of hair grease. Her fingers shook.
"I... I better get back to my sister." But she didn't move. Eddy's big cock jutted straight up from his crotch. She stared at it as if hypnotized.
"What you do is squeeze some out on the head. Then you can rub it in all over." He looked at her without blinking. "Why don't you put that twenty in your pocket. You can buy something pretty with it."
Avoiding his look, Teresa stuffed the bill in the pocket of her skirt. Then she got her bra back on right and slipped into her blouse. Eddy was nice enough to button it up for her. At last she turned to face him. His cock throbbed for attention.
"I've never done this before... I don't really know how."
"You're a natural. Just go ahead and start before I cream all over the place thinking about it."
Still trembling, Terry squeezed a huge glop of the hair grease onto the palm of her hand and another generous dab at the very tip of the soldier's prick. He moaned as she began to smear and smooth the stuff over the surface of the feverish head and shaft.
The touch of the mushroom barb against her soft fingers was unbelievable. She kept gasping for more air as she moved her touch up and down, rubbing the lubrication deeper. But it was just as exciting to watch Eddy's reaction. He squirmed his hips around on the seat and kept clenching and unclenching his fists, Teresa a surprised to see that his cock was getting even bigger as she jacked him. The smooth, sliding clutch of her fingers bumped up over the flared head and down again... up and down, up and don. The friction against that swollen pert seemed to effect the groaning soldier more than anything else.
"Baby... yeah... you got it... you got it!" He flopped his head and struggled to get air into his lungs. Terry was fascinated by his helpless condition. She wondered just how good it really felt. She squeezed the bulging tip until a tiny droplet emerged from the tiny hole and dripped down her finger. Was that cum? She wondered. Was Eddy already coming? But as she continued to squeeze and massage him, nothing else spurted out. And she had heard that when a man shot off, it really did spurt. Eddy moaned.
"Faster... faster Goddamn it..."
"Like this?" she asked, working her hand in quick jerks as the dark head grew even darker. She could see it throbbing and swelling in a steady rhythm. Eddy was going crazy. He grabbed her leg and squeezed it as his breath whistled. She clenched her fingers tightly around the shaft and pumped like she was trying to break the strange thing from his body. It was strange! It had changed so much even during the few moments she'd had it in her hand. Teresa was excited at the thought of having something expand inside her like that.
"Watch out baby," Eddy grunted, jerking a clean handkerchief from his pocket and tossing it at her. Terry clutched at it but as she tried to get it around the soldier's cock, a white fountain burst from the tip. It jetted two feet into the air and fell in strings over her arms. She barely got the handkerchief over the exploding head before it spit out another stick glop of fizz. It thrilled her to watch the stuff quickly soak the thin cotton handkerchief as she continued to pump the hot seed from Eddy's balls.
It wasn't but a few seconds and he relaxed, slumping down into the seat. She cleaned the grease from between her fingers but the cum on her arms was drying already and it was hard to get off. Eddy watched her scrubbing at her skin and smiled.
"I hate to see you disappear from my life," he said nonchalantly. "Why don't you let me know where you're staying?"
"No... I can't. I'm supposed to be..." -- she shrugged -- "...out of circulation." Eddy laughed. Terry glanced nervously up the aisle. The old man two seats away was snoring a newspaper hanging from his fingers. No one else seemed to know that they were even alive.
"Why don't you let me eat you out before you..."
"Eat me!" Terry blushed and stared at the soldier. His words had excited her to a point of near madness. She'd heard about things like that. Of men going down on women and women giving head to men. But this offer of Eddy's had been so off-handed. Like he would eat a girl any day of the week and twice on Sunday if he thought she wanted to.
"Nobody's wise to us. Just lay down on this seat and bend your legs up and I'll work around your panties somehow." He tilted his head in thought. "Or maybe you could slip them off."
"I... don't know, Eddy. I never... well, what I mean is, I should get back to my own seat before my sister wakes up and..."
"I can do it real good," he said, voice low and sexy. He showed her the tip of his tongue and moved it slowly from side to aide. Teresa was about to come unglued. She twisted a lock of her hair and thought. Her narrow chest rose and fell as she wondered how it would feel to have a man's spit-slickened lips kissing her cunt.
"Maybe just a few more minutes," she breathed and then Eddy was lowering her onto the seat, lifting her legs. She felt her panties being skinned off. She closed her eyes and tried to get hold of her emotions. But that was impossible because the handsome soldier was kissing the insides of her thighs now and she whimpered her surrender and let her knees sag apart.
"Oh, yeah, baby," Eddy whispered. "You smell ripe for a good eating out."
"Don't hurt me," she whimpered, already pumping her ass in slow circles. Then something soft and hot and wet brushed open the swollen lips of her pussy and slid deep. As Eddy's tongue dragged across her clit a shiver of pleasure jolted through her body. "Ohh, I just don't believe it... just can't... ohhhhhh!"
Jane was uncomfortable. She'd just awakened from a disturbing dream and found her panties very damp. Who could sleep in a bus anyway? And that dream! She'd never had such a dream in her life. Men... big, awful, hairy men... one holding her down while the other did simply unheard of things to her cunt! She fluffed her pillow and turned in the seat and closed her eyes again. She wondered where her sister had gone, then guessed she was probably in the small bathroom at the back of the bus. Jane sighed and tried to relax. But her emotions were all knotted up after that dream. The way that man's mouth had felt against her cunt... it had seemed so real. A strange tickle had shivered through her body as she'd slept and some of that excitement was still with her. She toned her hips. The angle of her body in the seat had caused the silken crotch of her panties to twist up between the lips of her cunt. Now every movement rubbed the soaked nylon against her clit. She tried to remain still but then a tingle would bunt through her and she couldn't resist squirming to make it better.
What's wrong with me anyway? she breathed to herself, wrestling with her pillow to get more comfortable. And where was Terry? Surely she'd peed by now. But it was silly to worry about her sis on a Greyhound bus. What could possibly happen to her with all these people around? She snuggled into the pillow again and couldn't resist pumping her hips. Maybe if I straighten that crotchband a little. She sneaked her hand under her skirt and found the lacy edge where it disappeared between the plump, feverish cuntlips. Careful not to catch a hair, she dug the nylon out of the flooding depths and stretched it to the outside of one aching lip. That left her slit exposed, but at least the crotchpiece wouldn't rub her anymore. Her fingers hovered over the steamy heat. Maybe she should see just how wet she really was. Yes, she should do that. With a soft touch, she pressed against the slightly parted crevice. It opened with a sexy click and her finger slipped into the velvety folds.
"Ohhhh... ohhhh, God, that... that's so nice..." Quickly she jerked her finger out. She knew she'd touched enough. Yes, she was wet. Wasn't that all she'd been wanting to find out? But with her finger slick with her own butter, she couldn't resist another plunge into the sensitive divide. She bit her bottom lip and eased her finger in again. This time she felt her clit throbbing against the touch as if eager for her to rub it. She gave it one light caress. The shudder of pure pleasure she felt made her rub it again.
"Nhuuh... ohhh, God, I gotta stop... gotta..."
A strange glow spread from her belly upwards. And her thighs were warm and soft feeling too. It was the most delicious sensation. And the more she worked her finger against that swollen lump of clit flesh, the hotter she grew. The bus rumbled along the highway. It was so dark inside, surely no one suspected what she was doing. But why couldn't she stop? What had happened to her willpower? She'd never been tempted to such activities before. It was that damned dream! That awful dream of those men with their hot mouths pressed against her body!
"No... Ohhh what's happening to me?" Her flesh seemed to crawl with ecstasy. She worked her hips against the light brush of her fingers. The slickness seemed to pour out of her body. Shi thought of how she'd watched Teresa in the bathtub and how disapproving she was of that kind of thing. But now with her own fingers delving sinfully into the warmth of her own cunt, it was impossible to think clearly.
Jane squirmed wildly as she experienced pleasure she'd only read about in romantic novels. It was a kind of tickle... an itch that grew into something words would, never come close to. The entire underside of her body was on fire. Such a wonderful fire it was.
"Ohhhh, I'm so slick and hot," she gasped, exciting herself with her own words. Her finger snaked back against her clit again and dug the tender stalk where it grew from the velvety flesh.
She was coming almost before she realized that she'd pushed herself too far to go back. Her body writhed and her breath panted loudly as she felt the glory bunt between her virgin thighs. She was working her clit with a fingernail now and the intensity of the sensation as she went over the top made her squeal. For a second she thought she might faint. Ecstasy flowed over and through her skin. Her nipples ached against the cups of her bra. She pumped her ass forward and back against her fingers as if she were actually under a man and really getting it good. She knew what she was thinking and knew that it was wrong. But Jane went on thinking it was the only thing to do with her body quivering with ecstasy like that.
"Uhhhhh... ohhhh, God!" She bucked as the final throes shot through her. Then she dragged her wet fingers out of her slit and pushed them under her nose. They were covered with her own strong smell. She'd always thought a girl had to put up with certain animal realities... like her smell for instance. But now that musky scent was like a perfume. She managed to get her panties straight again, letting the crotchband slip tightly against her swollen cuntlips. Almost any movement was excruciating. She'd rubbed herself raw. The excitement that had taken over her mind and body had made her do things she wouldn't have dreamed of back home. Maybe it was the bus, maybe it was a lot of things.
"Where is Teresa," she said, frowning. She got up and started down the aisle, but didn't see Terry. There were still some seats in the back she had to check -- but most of them were empty, unless somebody was lying down. A chill ran through her like iced steel. She stumbled breathlessly toward the rear of the bus. The light from a passing car reflected off the ceiling as she leaned over the next to the last seat and gazed down at the willowy legs of her sister.
Terry was naked from the waist down. Even her sandals had been removed. And between her tan thighs something moved. In the shadows it was hard to believe what she was looking at. Jane smothered a cry of embarrassment. And then the sounds came to her can and the musky aroma of female pussy in heat. The look on Teresa's face told the rest of the stow. Her eyes were pinched closed and her mouth was twisted with agony. Her fingers were tangled in the brown curls of the man who had his mouth pressed against her cunt. Another car passed and the details were illuminated again for Janey to see. And she did want to see! Something inside her demanded that she see everything. Even when the stranger's tongue pointed wickedly and danced against Terry's small, pink clit. Her sister's slender fret moved and she dragged her heels up across the man's back. He was shirtless but Jane recognized him then... the soldier who'd spoken to her at the last rest stop. He'd wanted to sit with Teresa and it bolted like he'd more than gotten his way.
"Nuuhhnnn... ohhhhhh... shit!" Teresa tossed her head and clutched deeper in the soldier's thick hair. She was actually pulling his mouth harder against her pussy! Jane had to steady herself against the seat to keep from losing control. She wanted to blame the stranger, blame him for everything. But then a rage choked her. It was Terry's fault as much a anyone's. A soft, sucking sound made her focus again on the scene before her. The soldier was noisily eating at the delicate inner lips that half hid Terry's clit. It was too much to take. Jane leaned close.
"Pardon me, but would you mind letting my sister up?" Her voice shook with anger. The soldier turned wild eyes on her. His chin was glossy with sex juice and he looked a little drunk. Teresa scrambled back, jerking her short skirt down to hide her messy slit.
"I think it's about time you got back to our seat," Jane said, barely suppressing the rage she felt.
"Hey big sister," the soldier started, "we weren't doing anything."
"Like hell you weren't!" Jane hissed, grabbing Teresa by the wrist and jerking her up. "I should tell the driver and have you put off."
"That's all the thanks a war hero gets," he pumped, wiping the girl juice off his mouth with a swipe.
"Come on Teresa." Jane dragged her sister back up the aisle and pushed her angrily into the seat. "Now you sit there for the rest of this trip." Jane slumped down beside her. She was shaking all over. She felt like crying. She felt awful. And part of that terrible feeling was knowing what she'd done to her own body while Terry had fooled around with the soldier. Maybe it was some kind of revenge. From now on she would keep better control of her emotions. How could she expect to watch over Terry if she couldn't restrain herself?
"How could you do such a thing?" she asked Terry.
"I didn't want to," her young sister said, pouting. "He just started kissing me all over my body." A shiver ran through her small shoulders and Jane thought she saw the glimmer of a smile.
"I don't find anything amusing, about what just happened, Teresa."
"I wasn't thinking it was funny. I was just wondering if that guy loves me." She turned her large, innocent eyes up at Jane. "Do you think he does? I mean any guy who would do that to a girl."
"Terry, I don't want to discuss what that pervert did to you. And no, I don't think he loves you, if you truly want my opinion." She pushed her dark hair back. Her own smell that still clung to her fingers made her start to tremble all over again. "For God's sake, don't get out of your seat till we get to Warton!"
Chapter Three
Terry was excited to see her Uncle Nat again. He was a tall, good-looking man getting close to forty though he didn't look it really. He was trim and muscular. She'd never see him wear anything but blue jeans and a cowboy shirt and he liked to tease her whenever he got the chance. It was nice seeing Roger, too. He'd been gone from borne for almost a year how. Teresa had always been close to her brother. She knew that part of the reason was because her other brother, Billy, had run away from home at such a young age. That'd left Roger and both she and Terry had doted on him. But Roger never got along with their mother and as soon as he'd graduated from high school, he'd worked out a deal with Uncle Nat. Now he was responsible for a good portion of the work at the sawmill Nat owned.
The house was set back in the woods and only one road led in and out. It was a remote, but beautiful part of the state. The house Nat had restored was really an antique. Terry was excited to find that she would have her own private room. There was a bathroom at the end of the upstairs hall that she and Janey would have to share with Roger, but that was okay. As soon as she awakened that morning, she opened the window and looked out on the rolling woodland that stretched miles in all directions. The woods looked a little scary even in broad daylight. She knew she'd have to go exploring sometime. Maybe getting sent to Uncle Nat's wouldn't be so bad after all. But Terry was still fresh from her experience on the Greyhound and it was hard to get that soldier out of her mind. She dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and padded barefoot down the stairs, her sandals in her hand.
"Where is everybody?" she asked Janey who was reading a book over tea. The sun streamed in the huge kitchen windows.
"Other people work for a living," Jane said, frowning at her. Terry knew that her big sis still hadn't forgiven her for her little frolic on the bus with Eddy.
Teresa fried herself an egg and made toast. As she ate she could hear the noise from the sawmill somewhere in the distance. It sounded close enough to walk to. She wondered if her sandals would be good enough to get her there.
"Roger sure has gotten cute, hasn't he?" she said, finishing her orange juice.
"I guess so." Janey didn't look up from her book.
"And Uncle Nat is a fox! I never remembered him like that when I was younger."
Janey glared at her. "He is your uncle, you know."
"Sure. What does that have to do with it." She smiled. "He's still good-looking."
"I just don't know what you're thinking half the time, little sister." Jane poured herself more tea. "Forget I said anything."
"That's easy," Terry giggled, "you never say anything worth remembering." She got another hard look. She got up and walked around the big kitchen. When she turned, Jane was watching her with obvious disapproval.
"You should buy your T-shirts so they reach past your navel."
"Oh, Janey, you're so straight. What do I care if some guy sees my belly."
"You should care. When a man sees a girl's belly he's really thinking of something else."
Terry hugged herself and shivered. "Ohhhh, I like that. I like to tease them. They deserve to be teased for having those weird snakes growing out of their body like they do..."
Jane slammed her book shut. "I wish you wouldn't talk like that."
"And anyway, who's going to see my belly button out here in these woods?" Teresa slumped into a chair and started putting on her sandals. "My uncle and my brother? Big deal." Terry watched Jane go over to the stove for more hot water. "Don't you ever, ever think about sex?"
"I'd prefer not to discuss my private thoughts tight now if you don't mind."
"So you do think about it!" Terry said, jumping up again.
"Everybody thinks about it." Jane filled the teapot, spilling boiling water on the floor as she did. Terry was amused at the way her older sister was upset at the mere mention of sex. And she still couldn't figure Janey out. Someone so pretty must've been approached by boys in her life. But she couldn't remember Jane ever really having boy friends. She never even got phone calls anymore. Teresa whirled around the kitchen, admiring the way her slim feet looked in her sandals.
"I think I'll walk up to the mill and see what's going an."
"You'd just be in the way," Jane said.
"I wouldn't either. I'll just watch."
"Teresa, I don't think mother would approve of you going up there with all those men hinging around..."
"They're not hanging around. They're working. You just said so."
"All the same..."
Teresa kicked a chair. "Oh, shit, do I have to be locked up? I'm already a hundred miles from nowhere." She could see that Jane was ready to go on arguing with her. But before her big sis could get another word in, Terry slammed out the back door.
"You come back here, Teresa!"
"Come and catch me," she cried back and jogged down the rutted road towards the sawmill.
The men stopped to look as she came up to the big shed where the saw was screaming so loudly. How could they stand all that noise? Terry wondered, smiling at one hulking man in overalls who gave her a lewd smile.
"I'm Nat's niece," she said, clasping her hands behind her and rocking on the balls of her feet. The big man was looking directly at the tan exposure of tummy that showed between her western belt and the edge of her T-shirt. She cocked her hips and watched his eyes widen even more. She felt his excitement exciting her. God, it was fun to turn a man on.
"You better stay back outta the way," the man said, winking. "A pretty little thing like you might get lost in the sawdust."
"Is my brother around?"
"Oh, you must mean Roger. Yeah, you two do bear a resemblance." The man pushed his hard hat back and scratched. "So Roger's your brother, is he?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You don't have to call me Sir. Call me Hank. Hank Herbert." He scratched his stubbly whiskers. "What can I call you?"
"My name is Teresa. You can call me Terry."
"You want to go to the show with me tonight, Terry?" The big man sucked a tooth and met her eyes. She blinked and swallowed hard. She hadn't expected anything like that. This guy looked almost as old as her Uncle Nat.
"No," she gasped, stumbling backward.
"I know how to take care of a young one like you," Hank said, licking his lips like he was about to devour a choice piece of steak.
"See you later," Terry got out and hurried into the sawing shed. Nat waved and motioned her over. He had to shout above the scream of the big saw.
"We're about to break for lunch. Wait outside and I'll share a sandwich with you."
Terry found the shade of a big tree and waited until the whistle blew for noon break. Men poured out of the buildings and found places to open their lunches. After a while she saw Uncle Nat and her brother Roger heading her way. There was another guy with them who stumbled twice because he was staring so hard at her.
"This is my son, Darren," Nat told her. Darren tossed his hard hat on the grass and sat down next to Terry.
"That makes us cousins, don't it?" Darren said. He had a toothy smile and brown hair that hung straight and long over the back of his collar. His T-shirt looked about to rip at the seams from his muscles.
Terry noticed that Roger seemed a little uneasy. Surely he didn't care that she talked to Darren. The men were mostly talking among themselves anyway, stuff about hunting and fishing and the sort of things she didn't know much about. But finally Nat gave her a long look over his coffee.
"Where'd you get those long legs?" he said, pinching her bottom through her jeans. Teresa squealed and slapped at him but Nat pinched her again. "I'll bet the boys follow you around in droves."
"You'd better be getting back home," Roger put in, trying to get a comb through his blond hair. Terry smiled. His hair was the same color as hers, except lots curlier.
"I can take care of myself now, big brother," she said. "I'm grown up a little since you last saw me."
"That's just the trouble." Roger got up and grabbed his hard hat. Hank, the big man she'd first met, was standing with some other men and looking her way. He said something to his buddies and they all laughed. Roger glared at them and then looked back at Terry. Uncle Nat put his hat on and stood up.
"I've got to send Darren to town for some parts," he said, "so he can drop you by the house on the way, Terry."
"Aw, can't I stay around here?"
Uncle Nat sucked his toothpick. "Some old boy would be watching you, sugar, and run his arm in that saw." He examined his nails. "Naw, I reckon you'd better get back home." As he turned toward the company pickup truck, Nat slapped her bottom. It was a good, hard slap and the sling made a little thrill run through her cunt. The look he followed it up with made her blush.
"God, Uncle Nat..."
"You watch and see that Darren keeps that truck on the road," he called after her. Terry climbed into the cab and Darren bounced behind the wheel. Then they were roaring out of the mill yard and towards the house.
"Why don't you ride on into town with me," Darren said, giving her his easy smile. "Nobody'll know 'cept the two of us. I can drop you at the house coming back."
"I better not."
"Come on. I'll buy you a Coke and show you around Warton."
"Well..." She looked up at Darren. He was so nice, so easy to be with. He was almost to the house now and not slowing up any. "Okay, I'll take a chance. I guess my big sis can't get any madder at me than she already is."
They roared on past the house and bit the road that led to the highway. Darren kept sneaking looks at her midriff. Terry remembered to keep her shoulders back. She had to make the best of what little she had, which wasn't much. But Darren had asked her to go with him for some reason. And Nat had commented about her looks. She wondered if maybe men thought she was sexy. She kicked off her sandals and pressed her bare feet against the dashboard. Darren turned onto the highway and then slipped his arm along the back of the seat. Pretending she didn't notice, Teresa rested her head back against his wrist. They hadn't gone three miles when Darren took a turn on a gravel road.
"Hey, this isn't the way to town."
"We got time for a dip," he said, looking straight ahead. "Nat won't even miss me this afternoon."
Terry felt apprehensive but didn't want to be a prude. Jane was the straight-laced one in the family and she didn't want to be like Jane. Darren pulled off the road and bumped through a bushy field. He parked by a lake under the shade of some cottonwoods.
"I don't have anything to wear."
"That's the general idea," he laughed, skinning his boots and jeans. Teresa turned away when he jerked down his underwear. She saw his cock anyway. It looked fantastic! All white where the sun had never hit it... and the tip was a slightly darker hue. Darren plunged into the wafer and came up with his muscles glistening. When he dove again, Terry peeled her jeans and stepped into the water. She still had on her panties and T-shirt, but no sooner than she had dipped into the water and the thin cotton clung to her firm, high breasts. Between her slender thighs she could feel the nylon plastered tight to her cuntlips. Thank God she was neck-deep. Darren came swimming towards her, a mischievous look in his eyes.
"You know I always wondered what it would be like to kiss one of my kin."
"Oh?" Terry pushed wet hair out of her eyes. Darren's toes touched the sandy bottom and brushed her feet. He was very close. She felt funny. It wasn't easy to breathe anymore. Or was that because the water reached to her chin? Darren put his big hands out and she felt her tiny waist surrounded.
"You sure are pretty, Teresa," he said. For the first time since she'd met him he wasn't smiling. His eyes had a sad, serious look. It took her by surprise and before she could react, she felt herself being pulled against his strong body. Her thighs bumped his and her breasts flattened against his muscled, chest. Then Darren was kissing her mouth hard. She whimpered and let him press her head back until she was looking straight up. His tongue explored the roof of her mouth. She breathed raggedly through her nostrils as his hands worked down over the gentle swell of her hips. He had a hold of her panties. He was peeling them slowly down her bottom.
"Mnnnnuuhh!" she moaned. "Nooo!"
"Oh. God, Terry, I gotta feel you against me!"
"Darren you just said you were going to kiss me!" She squirmed her hips to escape but already the strong boy's fingers fanned across the firm cheeks of her ass. He pulled her belly up against him. Now Teresa could clearly feel the rigid shaft of his cock pressed between them. It was hot compared to the coolness of the lake.
"God... Darren, if my sister knew. If Nat knew!"
"Nobody knows, baby." His fingers kept stretching her panties down further. She could feel her cuntlips exposed. Darren hooked his hands back under her thighs and pressed upwards into the closed slit. It pared for him and Terry went limp in his embrace as her clit was gently pinched.
"UHhhh... ohhhh, don't do that to me, Darren... don't... don't..."
"You want it as bad as I do," he breathed, kissing her ear until she thought she'd lose her mind. Step by step, Darren was leading her towards the shore. As they came out of the water, she saw him looking at her breasts. The flimsy T-shirt clung to her quivering, white titflesh. Her pink, hippies pushed out proudly, almost begging to be touched. Darren seemed to feel the same way.
"I want to suck your tits!"
"Oooo... ohh, Darren, we'd better get dressed and get in the truck and..."
"Baby!" He pressed her back onto the grass and jerked her T-shirt up to expose each soft breast. She tried to grab his head but he surrounded one hot nubbin with his lips and as he raked his tongue back and forth across the nipple, Teresa writhed her hips on the grass. The sensation was so intensely sexual that she could hardly speak. And with Darren lying on top of her, she could feel his cock once again. It seemed bigger and hatter and harder than it'd been in the water. She was almost afraid to see it. But Darren took her hand and forced it down between their bellies.
"No... I don't want to touch you!" she gasped. Her fingers went around the rigid shaft automatically. Then she resisted and tried to snake her arm out. Darren forced her to grab it again.
"You want it shoved up into your little cunt, don't you?" He whispered the terrible words into her ear again and again, describing to Terry how it would feel as her body opened up for his throbbing prick.
She wiggled her slim ass on the ground as he knelt between her knees and forced her wider. She could feel the sticky inner lips parting.
"You taste wonderful," he gasped, licking her belly and working up to her tits again. Her nipples had changed from pink to a dull red. And every touch of Darren's lips and tongue seemed to weaken her. Hot jolts of pleasure made her moan and wriggle under the weight of his muscular body.
Terry was intensely aware of what it felt like to be under a man. Crushed under his writhing muscles. Being pressed down, held down. She was no match for Darren's strength. And though it frightened her, there was something about her position which made her shudder with excitement too. Darren was right about part of it. She could barely resist the lovely sensations that he kept giving to her. His hot, slick mouth sliding back and forth over her erect nipples was absolutely delicious! And as his finger worked the lips of her cunt apart, she shuddered and nipped at his neck. Her willpower was leaking away. Just like her panties had been peeled off her boyish ass. There was nothing left but the electrifying touch of their bodies. And Teresa knew she couldn't resist the hunger much longer.
"You on the pill?" Darren breathed.
"God Darren!" she whined, "I haven't ever screwed anybody before! I'm a virgin."
"Jesus," he grunted, moving a finger down her slit. Terry pumped her ass back an if trying to keep him from knowing. But he touched her taut, slick cherry as if it were some priceless gem. "You sure as hell are a virgin!"
Terry let him kiss her open mouth until she could hardly get enough air through her nostrils.
"You won't hurt me?"
"When was your last period?"
"I... gosh... I don't know. I never remember that."
"Oh, that's great," he said, looking mad. He had stopped kissing and hugging her. Teresa ran her small hands over his back. Where before she'd been resisting, now she felt let down. She really did want to fuck! And she wanted to do it right now.
"Darren, don't you have... I mean, can't you...?" She stopped, bit her lip. She felt on edge now that his caresses had, stopped. She felt like a piece of meat someone had decided to throw to the dogs. Frantic, she grabbed his cock and massaged the skin close to the swollen tip. Darren's eyes told her he liked it.
"Look baby, if you aren't taking care of business, how can you expect me to stick that inside you? I mean, almost everybody is on the pill. And I thought..."
"Well, God, Darren. I'm only fifteen." She rolled away from him. "I'm sorry if I've inconvenienced you by not taking the pill. What do you expect? For me to start taking it when I'm twelve so that whenever some stud happens by he can plug me full of stuff without a care in the world?" She got shakily to her feet, jerking her T-shirt down over her glowing tits. As her cuntlips pressed closed again, she felt a flood of juice ooze out. Her panties were tangled around one ankle. She reached down for them but Darren grabbed her wrist.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I guess I sound pretty shitty." He pulled her down into his arms. She was cradled like a baby, his big cock brushing her firm ass. Holding her like that, Darren feasted on her mouth until she was whimpering again with the desire she'd felt before. Then he stretched her out and eased his cock against the inside of her thigh.
"Ohhhh... it feels bigger than ever."
"It is big... it's gonna change you forever."
"But you won't make a baby?"
"Nope. I'll pull out just before I pop." He kissed her and she gave him her tongue gratefully. She wanted to have that huge, hard thing so badly now! She couldn't imagine leaving the swimming hole without knowing for certain what it felt like to get fucked.
"I don't think I'm very big down then," she breathed as Darren moved the head of his cock against her closed mound. She pumped her hips nervously and felt the hot head force the plump cuntlips apart. A rush of hot juice bathed the head of Darren's cock. She moved again, working her ass in a slow circle, letting the petals bloom around the invader. This seemed to please Darren immensely.
He groaned against her neck and rubbed the taut head of his prick up over her clit. He rubbed it again and again, nursing the nubbin out from its heated cover.
"Nuuuhhh... ohhhh, shit, Darren... I never felt anything like that... ever before!"
"You're about the wettest chick I've ever..." He stopped.
"How many have you had before me?" she whispered.
"Enough to know what I'm doing."
"Ohhh... that feels so funny... where you're pushing... ohhh, God, it hurts!"
"I'll cool it..." He kissed her again and she sucked ravenously at his tongue. She was only just learning how to kiss. Most guys couldn't do it worth a slit. But Darren did. She loved his mouth covering her, sucking at her breath. He was so big, so hard... forcing her down into the grassy earth. She squirmed her hips and felt his big cock punch in at that reddened hollow where her hymen protected her virginity.
She got her hands down between them and found the throbbing, flared head of Darren's cock. He grunted with pleasure as she squeezed it and then she guided it against her cherry again.
"Hold still," she gasped, steadying the rigid thing.
"Don't you want me to..."
"No. Just keep still and maybe I can stretch myself or something... God it hurts when you push in..."
Closing her eyes tight and biting her bottom lip, Teresa rocked her hips and pushed her body downward as Darren supported his own heavy weight to let her move. She wiggled furiously as she held that smoldering barb against her cunt, but all she felt was the needle-like pain. It didn't seem to want to give at all.
"Ohhh, it hurts too much. I don't want to anymore. I feel awful..."
"Wait, baby. What if I got on the bottom?" Darren brushed the tears from her freckled cheeks. Terry had never heard of that before. The man on the bottom?
"I... I don't know." She shrugged and let herself enjoy his tender caresses.
"That way you could, maybe stretch it or something..."
"I guess so... okay..."
They rolled over and Teresa found herself straddling the long, powerful body of her cousin. At first it seemed awkward. She didn't know exactly how to position her hips. But then she found herself figuring it out. By leaning forward and holding his cock at an angle, she could align everything just right. As his glossy prick went between her pussylips, it slipped from her grasp.
"You're so slick from my juice."
"I love a juicy girl," Darren told her, fondling her small tits as she leaned over him. Concentrating, Terry made sure that that flared head was directly against her cherry. Then she put both her small hands on Darren's shoulders and began to push back. As she pushed, she made her ass work in a slow circle. She felt the pain again, but there was something different too. This time the angle was perfect. The shaft of her cousin's cock was lined up perfectly with her hole. She wouldn't have a better chance to find out what fucking was all about. But why did it hurt so? She wondered.
"You're just too big!" she whimpered at last.
"Don't give up, sweetheart," Darren moaned pulling her face down so he could kiss her. She whined against the kiss but let him open her lips with his tongue. Then her passion grew again as she sucked his lips and mouth and let him suck hers.
"I'm afraid... I just can't seem to make myself, you know..."
"Maybe I could help..."
"No!" she yelped, but already Darren's fingers had fanned over her firm ass cheeks. He held her steady as she writhed in fear. But her writhing only ground the velvety membrane of her pussy across and around his prick. She could see what it was doing to him. His face was twisted in an agony of pleasure.
"I want to fuck you so bad I can taste it!"
"You already did that," she groaned, feeling the aching pain again. That slippery smooth head was stretching her hymen... stretching it deep into her cunt. But the darned thing just wouldn't break! And Terry wasn't sure anymore whether she wanted it to break. If fucking was this much pain and trouble...
"Ghmmm... ohhhnnnoooo!" She bucked, trying to free her slender body from her cousin's powerful grasp. But he held her ass firmly, forcing it back down onto his rigid spear. The pain throbbed against her brain! Between the swollen lips of her pussy, it felt like she was being torn. The pressure of Darren's cock was like nothing she'd ever experienced... it was like what she imagined it might be like to have a baby. And then the pain lessened and Teresa's head flopped.
"Nnnnuuuhhhhh... ohhhh, God, it's going in!"
Darren's throbbing cock slid into the gushy insides of her body as the blood leaked from the edges of her new wound. She was almost afraid to move, but when she did, it didn't make the hurt my worse. In fact it was a little better. It was only a sting now where the sides of his shaft rubbed. And her juices were flooding more than ever. They had burst from her insides as her hymen had popped and now the slippery butter mixed with the blood to make it easier for Darren to skewer her completely. She worked her hips to feel the stiffness growing inside her as his cock plunged deep.
"Nooo... don't do it all the way in..." Teresa squirmed as if she might climb off of Darren, crawl away from that astounding chunk of meat that fit so tightly inside her young body. But Darren held her firmly, hands hooked over the slight flare of her hips. Holding her like that he moved with a jabbing rhythm, forcing her insides apart in front of the streamlined shape of his cocktip. With each shove, Terry could hear the slick sound of her pussy being fucked. When she looked down between their bellies, red flecks were spattered over Darren's skin.
"I'm bleeding to death!"
"No you're not, baby." He hugged her down against him, making her small breasts flatten. "Every girl bleeds a little..."
"Oh, I'm scared!"
"How does it feel?"
"I... I'm not sure..." Then Darren moved and the tightness around her hole pulled against her clit. A shiver of pleasure made her let out a breath. "Uhhnnnnn... ohhh, that does feel good... yesssss!"
Holding her mouth against his, Darren plunged his tongue between her teeth. Terry lost her fear and grabbed both sides of his head and kissed him with groaning, whimpering lust. As she let her spit leak from the corners of her lips, she moved her hips up and down like she thought a girl was supposed to do when she fucked. The movements made her tight hole rub against his hard cock. Darren made a funny sound and grabbed her small shoulders to hold her against him as he fucked upwards with increasing excitement.
"Yuuhh... ooooohhh," she sighed, letting him roll her over onto her back. Now he was on top and she could feel the full fury of his lust. He held her trim, wriggling hips with both hands and plowed deeper into her juicy cunt. Her belly heaved excitedly as she felt less pain and more pleasure. She could feel the shape of his cock deep inside as it stretched a new place for itself. She bit at his neck and rubbed her chest back and forth to make her nipples dig at him. Darren felt her excitement and tilted his head down until one small breast disappeared between his lips.
"Yiiikes... ohhhhh, Darren... ohhhhh, my darling," she cried. She dug her heels into the grass and bucked. That rigid thing that had entered her body was stuck there. When Darren tried to pull it back a little, he dragged her bottom across the pound.
"Baby... Terry... I gotta stop... I gotta pull out..."
"Ohhh, God, it feels like paradise! Ohhhh, I don't want you to go."
"Honey... it's getting too good. You've got to stop squirming around so damned much."
"I'll try..." Teresa bit her bottom lip and concentrated. She made her hips stop rocking and plunging. She even quieted ha breathing and quit digging her nails into the nape of her cousin's neck. But it was so hard to stay still. She knew that even the slightest movement would sent jolting thrills through her flesh again. And knowing that made it impossible to just lay there. She rocked her hips a little and then a little more.
"Terry... Jesus Christ... I told you not to... do... that!"
"Honey... I can't stop... I'm tickling down there... tickling something crazy... hnnnnn!"
"Teresa! Listen to me! If you don't stop that. I'm gonna fill you full of babies! I can't get my cock out... you're too tight... too tight... Terry!"
"Ohhh nooo... nooooo!" she screamed, digging her nails into the meat of his ass. At last the full realization had struck her. That his cock was imbedded deep inside, her body, the tiny opening flush against the mouth of her womb. When that stuff a boy made in his balls came out, there'd be no place for it to go but inside her dark, damp cave. And then a baby would start growing.
"I'm only fifteen!" she bawled, twisting her ass violently. But the panic she felt had only tightened her muscles more. She could feel the walls of her cunt clasping down on Darren's oversized prick. "Get it out of me... ohhhh, Darren! Ohhh, shit!"
"Hold still, damnit it... you're making it worsen..."
But the itchy goodness seemed to sweep over both of them simultaneously. Holding her shivering body against him, Darren licked her mouth open and then kissed her deeply. Whimpering with passion, Teresa kissed him back and plunged her firm ass with the fury of a wild colt. The breath exploded from her nostrils in little grunts of pure ecstasy as the gouging head of her cousin's cock exploded with hot cream. Her clit had swelled to the size of a tiny finger and every movement of their bodies rubbed it to exhilarating heights of pleasure. The thrills that cascaded over her young body were like the colon of a rainbow. She wanted to be touched everywhere at once. She wanted to touch Darren everywhere too and tried with her fingers to do that very thing.
Inside her she could feel the flesh flood of cum from her cousin's body. It was hot and slick and slimy and as their movements increased in fury, the stuff squirted from the stretched edges of her hole. It dribbled down the underside of her ass and, she could hear the messy madness of their fucking as Darren's shaft began to slide again inside her. Her muscles relaxed their hungry gasp. Darren's prick slid more in and out now, deep arid deeper yet. Then she knew that his jetting cockhead was actually stretching her womb open as the patent seed foamed in.
Teresa opened her eyes. The sun made her blink. For a moment she had no idea where she was or who it was beside her in the grass, naked. Then she clapped a hand to her cunt and looked down. Blood mixed with a whitish fluid was smeared across her palm. She wiped it in the grass and blinked again.
"Darren? What... what time is it?"
"Huh?" He pushed himself up suddenly. "Jesus, I fell asleep." He grabbed his watch from the pocket of his jeans and shook it. "We'd better get our asses on the road, baby."
"Oh, Darren..." She clung to his shoulders until he kissed her. Then she pressed her wet lips close to his ear. "Darren... I love you... it was wonderful."
"You better get dressed. We've been here more than an hour. If Uncle Nat..."
"What about..." She looked at the mess that was leaking from between the raw lips of her cunt. "What about this?"
"We'll just have to hope we're lucky, baby." He gave her a quick kiss on the bridge of her nose and got up. She watched him as he jerked on his jeans and shook the grass from his shirt. She felt numb. But inside there was a glow. A glow she'd never known before. When she stood up she was dizzy and between her legs was the rubbed, raw feeling that told her she was no longer a virgin. She dipped her panties in the water and cleaned herself up before slipping on her jeans again. She was about to wad the wet panties into her pocket when Darren grabbed them.
"I want these, okay?"
"Sure. I guess so." She let him pull her close and tilted her mouth up to be kissed. But Darren turned towards the truck and started it up. Terry clambered in on her side. "You, won't tell anybody... about... about what."
"Shit, no," Darren drawled, swinging the truck around to the road again. "What kinda guy you think I am anyway?"
They bounced on down to the highway and Darren headed for town. Terry snuggled up against him and he put an arm around her. It felt comfortable and good. But he was being so quiet now. Maybe he was worried about what they'd done. About not being careful and all.
"Darren?"
"Yeah?"
"You worried about what we did?"
"A little bit. I sure as skit wish you were taking the pill."
"Maybe I'll get some. Maybe I can."
"Lotta good that'll do now," he said, turning on the radio. A country tune came from the speaker. A song about a woman who'd lost her man. For the first time in her life Terry understood what the singer was singing about. She hugged an arm around her cousin and slipped a hand under his shirt.
"You like me, Darren?"
"Sure I do. What made you think I didn't?"
"'Cause you haven't really said so."
Darren pulled her hand loose from his belly. "You better let me drive, we're getting close to town."
Terry sat there beside him, feeling the heat inside her. The sting where she'd been broken was burning a little, but it was nothing compared to the deep, deep glow of pleasure. She could almost remember exactly where that stiff thing had fit inside her! And right now she was thinking about the next time it would fit there again.
"Darren?"
"Yep?"
"When are we going to see each other again?"
"Well, depends on when I can get out. My wife..."
"Your wife!" Terry cried. "You didn't tell me you were married, Darren. Oh, Goddamn!"
He gave her a sheepish grin.
"Well, I wasn't planning to get married. It was just last fall when..."
"When what?" Terry was shaking all over. "When Emmy Lou got pregnant. So..." He shrugged again. His face was very red. Terry wished she could smack him hard but she felt more like bawling.
"What happens if I get pregnant!" she almost screamed. Darren slowed the truck so he could look at her. His eyes were serious.
"I sure hope that doesn't happen, Terry. I surely do hope it doesn't."
Chapter Four
That Saturday night everybody was scurrying around the house getting ready to go to town. Jane really didn't want to go, but her Uncle Nat had insisted. When he'd shown her the new cowboy shirt he'd got for her in town, there was no way she could refuse.
"Well, I really should keep an eye on Terry," she said finally. "That's really the only reason I'm here anyway."
"Then we'll keep an eye on her together," Nat laughed. "You go put that shirt on and we'll take the truck in. There's a lot of celebrating going on after the rodeo."
It was quite a squeeze for the four of them to get into the cab of the pickup, but Teresa sat on her brother's lap so that made it okay. Roger was singing and drinking from a quart bottle of beer as they hit the highway. Janey didn't exactly approve, but Nat didn't seem to mind and everybody was having a good time. She even took a swallow when tile bottle was passed her way.
"What do you do on a Saturday night in Warton, anyway?" she asked.
"Do a little bar-hopping, a little messing around," said Uncle Nat. He pushed curly hair from his forehead and swigged on the beer. For forty he sure looked good, Jane thought. His sun-wrinkled face didn't really make him look old at all. He still had the muscular carriage of a young man even though he was getting close to forty. And when he looked her way, Jane couldn't see to the bottom of those blue, blue eyes.
"You gonna dance with me tonight, Jane?" he asked.
"Shit, why not." She was surprised by the little shiver she felt. Dancing with her own uncle. There wasn't anything at all wrong with that. But she felt the shiver all the same. It was the same shiver she'd felt when she'd put her panties on that evening. She'd had the most powerful urge to push a finger up between the lips of her cunt. It had taken all her willpower to keep from it.
They walked to the Sundown Restaurant after Nat had parked. The streets were full of people. There were a lot of cowboys whooping it up after the rodeo and a lot of town people too.
"Now this here is a nice place, so I'm sure we can get Terry in." They took a table and Nat ordered up food and drink for everybody. When he pushed a glass with a fancy swizzle stick in it towards Jane, she shook her head.
"I don't drink..."
"Try this," Nat grinned. Jane tried it, licked her lips.
"It is good! I don't taste any alcohol."
"That's a Snowbird," her uncle told her. "What you can't taste won't hurt you."
Teresa got a hamburger and a Coke and Roger did too. But Janey could tell that her brother had more in his Coke than just ice. He winked at his Uncle Nat and Nat winked back.
"See, we know the proprietor and he takes care of these young 'uns."
"Why can't I have a real drink?" Terry whined, making a huge pout.
"Even old lake won't go that far," Nat laughed. "He wants to keep his license for the rest of the year anyway." Nat took Jane's arm. "Hey, pretty niece, let's go dance."
Nat steered her to the smoky, crowded dance floor. The jukebox gave off a rainbow of hazy colon and the music pounded through the swaying couples. The drink had made Jane feel funny. Not bad, just strange. And she'd only had about half of it. She felt light-headed and warm inside. When Nat put his arm around her and drew her body close, another shiver of excitement jolted through her. He a holding her so close! Her big breasts touched him and as he swung her in a circle, his hip rubbed her belly and her crotch brushed his thigh. For a moment she was absolutely breathless. Nat looked at her.
"You've grown up into a really nice-looking woman, Janey."
"Thank you," she breathed, lowering her eyelids shyly. No one had ever said anything like that to her in her whole life. Nat's fingers spread against the small of her back and her belly was drawn against him. He whirled again and they glided across the floor. Her cheek brushed his chin. She felt like she was floating. But one of Nat's fingers were slipping lower... lower on her back. Until at last there was no doubt in her mind that her uncle was actually trying to touch her ass. She shivered in his embrace, unsure as to what to do. As they danced, she became aware of something else too. A hardness against her body. A hardness inside Nat's tight jeans. She began to have trouble getting her breath. She leaned her head against his shoulder, then decided that wasn't the thing to do either. She was so confused!
"Nat, I'm getting tired. I don't dance much back home."
"Good, this'll get you in shape." He danced on, plowing his way between the couples who bounced and swayed before her vision. Janey closed her eyes. It was easier that way. She felt her uncle's fingers again, slipping lower. Now he was firmly cupping one trembling asscheek. It felt wrong... but it felt good too. Jane was ashamed for permitting herself to enjoy it.
"Let me rest for a little bit, Uncle Nat," she breathed. As the music stopped, Nat's lips brushed her forehead. Janey was still dazed from this when he took her back to the table.
"Your sister is quite a dancer," Nat told Terry. Roger got up then.
"Come on, Terry, remember how I used to teach you steps at home?" Terry got up and followed Roger onto the dance floor. Janey watched them go. A couple of cowboys took a long look at her sister's rear end. She couldn't have gotten her jeans any tighter if she'd painted them on. Janey took a swallow from her drink and then another. She felt immediately better. Nat did close.
"Boy you smell good when you sweat a little," he laughed, giving her shoulder a hug. It could have been just an affectionate kind of hug. But it wasn't. Janey felt like she was in over her head. She didn't quite know how to act. Nat was her favorite uncle but he was being a little too chummy. Or was it because she felt so jumpy. She picked up her drink again and was surprised to see it was empty.
"I'll get you another one..."
"Nat... I don't want..." But he was already motioning for the barmaid. She brought Nat a shot and a beer and pushed another glass over to Janey. Janey looked at the sweet-sour mixture. Maybe she was a little thirsty after all. She took a swallow and licked her lips. The room swirled gently. It felt comfortable and warm in the booth. And Nat's hand... so warm on her thigh. On her thigh!
"Uncle Nat... I... I... ohhhhh!" Nat's mouth worked against her earlobe. His fingers were gently massaging the lips of her cunt. Her jeans had snuck up tightly between her labia and she could feel her uncle's touch almost as if she hadn't been wearing a single thing. She tried to squirm her hips away and grasped his wrist. But now Nat had turned her face so his lips brushed hers wetly. She whimpered weakly. She couldn't make him stop touching her. He was kissing... and that drink she'd had...
With a gasp, Janey opened her mouth to her uncle's urging. They kissed in the darkened booth as his fingers stroked and caressed the denim covered lips of her pussy. She felt the material becoming soaked with her juices. She wasn't trying to get away now. She was moving her hips ever so slightly, working them against the gouging touch of her uncle's movements.
"Nooo! Stop..." She thrust herself away, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.
"I been wanting to do that, Janey," Nat said. His eyes smoldered. So blue, so deeply blue. Jane found herself hypnotized by that look. Her nipples burned inside the cups of her bra. When she looked out at the dance floor, Roger and Terry were circling. They were dancing awfully close. Too close for kin to be dancing. No, that was silly. They were just dancing after all, they weren't they?
"Janey..." Nat pushed a hand up under her cowboy shirt. How had it come loose? Janey wondered. She grabbed for her drink, almost spilled it. Nat helped her get it to her mouth.
"That's it baby, just sip it. You're getting a little loaded."
"Feel funny..."
"Sure you do," her uncle soothed. His hand rubbed her bare belly. It felt wonderful to be rubbed like that. She closed her eyes. "You beautiful woman, beautiful..."
"Uhhhhhnnnn... ohhhhhh, God, what's happening to me?"
Again Nat's mouth touched her earlobe. Her ears were so darned sensitive... did Nat know that? She whimpered weakly and let him suck. His hand was pulling at her bra, pulling a cup loose. As her heavy breast bounced free under the thin satin of her shin, she flopped her head against her uncle's shoulder. He found the brown nipple easily and began to roll it between thumb and finger. Janey squirmed her ass against the seat of the booth. Then his tongue parted her lips and she moaned as his mouth smothered her.
"Nat... Uncle Nat... we can't... what are you doing... ohhhhhh, help me somebody!"
But nobody was going to help. Nat was unbuttoning her shirt in front. He was kissing between her tits, easing his lips over to a nipple. As the tumid brown nubbin was sucked between his teeth, Jane's lashes fluttered and she felt a river of sex juice pour into the crotch of her panties.
It was Nat who stopped and buttoned her shirt back again. He left her breast hanging from its cup, though, and every movement made Jane tremble. She watched dazedly as he motioned the barmaid over and whispered something in her ear. Then he gave the girl the keys to the truck.
"Come on," he whispered, pi lung her up and snugging an arm around her waist. She giggled from the booze.
"What's happening, where we going anyway?"
"I'm leaving Roger the keys. We can find a better place to be alone."
"Why we wanna be alone?" Jane slurred. She hadn't realized she'd gotten so snockered. She tripped as Nat helped her out of the bar and down the walk. Cowboys swaggered by. One gave her a lewd grin but Nat shouldered past and kept her feet going in the right direction. A blue neon sign winked ahead. THE WARTON HOTEL. WEEKLY RATES. Nat guided them towards the front door.
Through her blurry senses something finally made its way into Jane's mind. She stopped, twisted away from her uncle.
"We... we can't go in here like this," she gasped, staggering backwards. Nat caught her and hooked an arm around her waist. Then he drew her curvy body against him and kissed her mouth. She tried to ignore the thrills that made her shiver. But the kiss was so soft and wet and... sexy. She went limp in her uncle's embrace. A cowboy walking by let out a teasing whoop. Nat pulled her with him into the small lobby of the old hotel.
"Third floor, fourth door down the hall," drawled the clerk, sliding a key across the counter. He turned once again to the television. Janey leaned unsteadily against the wall. She'd watched and heard the transaction at the desk and it had shamed her to think about Nat was writing her down as his wife in that dug-eared ledger. But she was having trouble standing now. Nat moved her to the rickety elevator and they were on their way up.
"You see the rodeo?" asked the old man with his hand on the control.
"No, we just got to town," Nat told him. The operator didn't say another word until they reached their floor.
"Have a nice night," he said and shut the door again.
"What did he mean by that?" Janey hissed as the elevator descended with a noisy clinking sound.
"Not a damn thing," Nat laughed. "You sure are jumpy."
"Nat, I'm drunk. That's what I think I am. And I'm scared. I don't want to go in this room with you..." But Nat had already worked the key and he pushed her in before closing and locking the door behind. It was pleasantly cool inside. The wind blew a curtain out. Janey crossed the worn, clean carpet and looked out over the lights of Warton. She was still having a hard time walking and every so often the room seemed to spin. Nat came up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist. Immediately the now familiar thrills ran through her legs and belly. She gasped, tried to grab his wrists again. But she had come with him of her own free will, hadn't she? Or had he gotten her drunk first and then braced his attentions? Rut none of that mattered now. The one thing she had to remember was the fact that they were kin. She was a virgin and her uncle wanted to fuck her in that seedy hotel room above the street.
"Noooo! Don't touch me anymore, Nat."
"You're beautiful, Jane. You've grown into a woman. You're only nineteen but you're really a woman..."
"No, I'm not. I'm a scared girl." She turned and put her hands against his shoulders to keep him a foot away. "I've never done it with a man before. And I don't want to do it with you either. Not with my very own uncle..."
Nat pulled her wrists behind her back and then kissed her neck. She tossed her head to make it harder for him, but he kept kissing, anyway. Then he nibbled at her earlobe. He licked and sucked the reddened lobe. She whimpered weakly and felt herself being pushed towards the bed. They fell across it, Nat on top. Her breasts felt hot and soft under him. He worked her shirt open like he'd done in that bar. She felt her breast licked, it still hung free from her bra and Nat was trying to get the other cup loose. He pinned both her hands with one of his while he worked on her clothing.
"I can see you're gonna have to be hog-tied so I can convince you of what you really want."
"Noooo... don't do that... Nat!" She felt him wrapping her bra around her wrists. She was on her belly on the bed, Nat straddling her around her ass as he worked the knots tight. Through the fear Janey experienced the strangest thrill. The thrill of being bound with her own undergarment. But that was perverse! What was wrong with her? What was happening in this seedy hotel room? Nat jerked the knotted bra tight and rolled her over. Her cowboy shirt lay open to expose her shoulders, breasts and belly. Nat put a hand on the snap of her jeans, paused.
"You're magnificent!" he whispered, licking his lips. "You've got a shape most women would give their clit for."
"Why do you say such terrible things," Jane cried, thrusting her head to one side, closing her eyes. Her long, dark hair was tangled across her neck and lay gracefully on one, heaving tit. Nat bent to kiss the brown nipple that jutted through the curls.
"Baby, you'll be changing your mind in a little bit." He sucked the nubbin of flesh between his teeth and nibbled slowly. Despite her desire to remain unmoved, Janey couldn't keep her hips from rolling against the mattress. She writhed like a snake as the sensations made her skin crawl. Then Nat jerked her jeans open and yanked them down over her hips. She bent her knees sharply to try and foil him, but he only laughed and worked the tight denims the rest of the way off. She felt like fading into the bed itself as she watched the look on Nat's face. He was staring at the nylon panties that had slipped up between the lips of her cunt. She knew they were probably damp. And when Nat cased the sheer material from her pussy, it peeled away with a wet, sticky sound. She tried to kick him but he caught her ankle and then jerked her under wear the tea of the way off.
"I hate you! I despise you!"
"I think I might love you," he laughed, holding her knees apart as he kissed the trembling white flesh. Janey moaned and squirmed as the sensation of his hot mouth began to destroy her defenses. He was licking a line up the inside of one thigh. He would be at her pussy in just a few more seconds. Jane gave a cry of despair. She didn't think she could bear it if he actually touched her cunt with his lips! She'd once imagined a man doing that to her. It was something that only sex maniacs did, wasn't it?
"Noooo! Not there! Don't... Nat... ohh, God... ohhh, jessssus!"
There was a soft, sucking sound as his tongue opened the plump cuntlips. Then his mouth sucked the juicy blossom as he discovered her clit and began to excite it with tantalizing licks.
Jane had her legs straight out on the bed. As the unbelievable thrill spread through her, dainty cleft, she pushed her heels further into the mattress. Her body stiffened and began to shake uncontrollably. The tickly goodness rose inside her until she thought she was going mad. And then she let out a shuddering cry of lust and plunged her open pussy up and down against the searching, teasing mouth of her uncle. In less than a minute she'd come and was still coming!
She rolled her full hips wildly, thrusting and rubbing and gouging her delicate cunt against Nat's loving mouth. All those years of holding back, of pretending she really possessed no sexuality ended now, ended with her uncle's mouth pressed against her cunt, sucking as he rubbed her fingers over her nipples.
Jane realized that her hands hurt. They hurt because she had clenched her fists into hard balls.
She let out a lungful of air and sank into the mattress. Nat pulled his mouth gingerly from between her thighs but the sensation of him coming unstuck from her flooding cunt made her cry out. She tuned against the bra that bound her wrists.
"I never in my lift had a girl go so quick on me," he said, voice low and husky. "Janey honey, you just been waiting too long. Too damned song." He laughed softly. "And what you were saying... it would'a made a sailor blush."
"What did I say?" she breathed, still unable to open her eyes. She felt so good, so darned good. It was funny but she couldn't remember saying anything. She felt like she was floating on warm water. Nat made her sit up so he could untie her wrists. Then he kissed her mouth hard. She could taste her own oily musk on his lips. He pushed his tongue in and out between her lips until she was groaning. Her cunt was tingling all over again.
"What are you doing now? Ohhhhh, God!" She'd opened her eyes and been surprised at his nakedness. But her eyes were drawn and held by the heavy, long cock that swayed between his thighs. It was rigid and white along the shaft, blue veins winding delicately. Jane looked for the head. She'd seen a picture once in a hygiene book. But Uncle Nat's cock didn't seem to have a head. Until she noticed the opening where something purple peeked out. There it was, hot and sexy... a tiny slit at the very tip. As Nat thrust his hips a little, the foreskin eased back enough to expose a smooth, rounded surface. It was so coated with lubrication that it looked varnished. Janey dug her heels into the bed and craw-fished backwards.
"My turn now, sweet cousin."
"You've got to be kidding! Nat I can t... I can't do this!"
"You just came and had a fine old time."
"But you made me do that... your mouth... I couldn't help... ohhhhh!" Nat had grabbed her hand and pulled it up against his hot, hard cockshaft. The velvet smooth texture of the flesh shocked her... and excited her too. She could feel his pulse throbbing through the heavy meat. It was packed with blood, she knew that from the book she'd read. And inside the heavy-looking eggs that hung in the sac at the base of his shaft there was something that scared her even more. Instinctively, she clasped her hands over her swollen mound. Her uncle's spit and her own oily fluids leaked against her palm.
"Don't put that thing in me! Ohhh, God, it won't fit, Nat! I don't want to fuck! I'm afraid!"
Nat lunged at her, spun her around. Her knees slipped off the edge of the mattress and bumped against the rug. She was bent forward over the bed now, Nat behind her. He pinned her shoulders down with his elbow as he guided the head of his cock between her thighs from behind. Janey's mind was wild with fear. She had to think of something... something quick!
Using all her strength, she lunged, twisted from under Nat's gasp. He caught at her but missed. She went sprawling on her back on the carpet, her uncle pouncing after her, she saw that darkened cockhead slipping from the white foreskin. If she could excite him... make him weaken enough to leave her pussy alone! The thought of even touching him made her dizzy, but there were only seconds between her and the rupture of her cherry. Jane grabbed his cock with both hands as they went over. Nat was on his back, trying to get up. Janey ended up on her knees between his spread legs, her hands working the skin of his cock up and down.
"Damn," Nat grunted, trying to grab her, trying to get up. But she worked his cock with furious movements, squeezing the bulging head as it slid beneath the protective cover of slickened flesh. Nat grunted, fell back. His head bumped the floor as he attempted once again to rise, but failed.
"Just lay there," she gasped, jacking him with frenzied haste.
"Janey... it'll be better if you let me put it in you..."
"No! Just let me do it for you," she said, trying to make her voice sound sexy. She watched the knob swelling inside its tightly clinging foreskin. If only she could milk him dry. When a man was milked dry, he couldn't fuck... wasn't that the way it worked? But the heat of his cock felt fantastic as she worked it. She stared at the dark blue crown everytime it was exposed by the downward movement of her fingers. The slick sound of his foreskin sliding free of that knob made her tremble. At least he wasn't trying so hard to get up and get at her now. He was moaning, a glazed look in his eyes.
Jane looked directly into the tiny eye of Nat's cock. It opened slightly as a clear fluid oozed out.
Her uncle's body was tense, quivering. His muscled chest heaved. His fingers clenched and unclenched. She was fascinated now, not scared. She had control of a grown man. She had him in her hands! She slowed her jacking movements and watched the agony spread over her uncle's face. Nat grunted like a maddened animal? She eased his foreskin well back. His flared tip throbbed bigger than ever and the fluids dripped back over her fingers. She didn't see her uncle reach out for her. She was looking at that tiny slit again, fascinated completely by the pulsing, rigid organ that filled her palms.
"Nooo!" she cried as Nat grabbed her and twisted his fingers deep in her long hair. She was pulled towards his cock now. His strength was relentless. Her lips pressed against that sickened head. She jammed her teeth tight and whimpered her refusal. But Nat just twisted his fingers another turn. Jane gave a cry of desperation and her uncle's pounding cock filled her mouth. She was about to bite it, but the pain where he was pulling her hair was too intense. She began to sob as Nat pumped his huge shaft back and forth over the trembling trough of her tongue. Then a flood of salty-sour jizz jetted into the back of her throat. Before she could swallow it down, Nat plunged his raging barb past her tonsils and spurted again.
"Ghhhaaaaa!" she choked, flailing her heels wildly. They spun around in a circle on the carpet, Nat fucking her mouth with thrusting shots of his hips. Jane was only trying to get away but he held her head firmly with both hands, keeping her in position for the steady in-and-out plunge of his cockshaft.
Jane's fingernails dug into his wrists as he held her. But there was nothing else she could do but drink his cum. It was dripping down her throat, clinging to the roof of her mouth. And even then it came too fast, too hard. She felt a hot line of slickness dribble from one nostril as the erupting jizz frothed out.
"Nhhhaaaaa," she whimpered, more cum oozing from the corner of her mouth. How much could those balls hold, she wondered? How much could she drink without throwing up all over everything? And that huge, hard thing that slid back and forth over her tongue! She was trying not to lick it, but every time she swallowed, her tongue bobbed along the sensitive underside and Nat groaned his pleasure. Then she half fainted, rolled back against the rug. She was dimly aware of Nat bending over her, his cock still working gently between her slack lips. She didn't can anymore. She didn't care about anything. She could feel the little lobes on the underside of the tip as they slipped over her cummy lips. Another glop of seed dripped into her mouth and back, back, so far back that she had to swallow again.
"What a mouth, you got, baby!" Nat smoothed her forehead. It was so gentle, the way he was touching her. How could he be so gentle after what he'd just made her do? And the thought of that made Janey drift into a drunken, dazed dream while her uncle moaned and kissed her belly and breasts, his drooping cock sliding across her knee.
"Shit Roger, I remember that." Terry sipped her Coke. Roger had, reminded her of the times they'd taken off all their clothes as kids and romped in the bed when no one was at home. They'd experimented on each other with feathers and broomstraws and Teresa could remember calling Roger to come watch her pee. It'd always fascinated him as a little boy to see the urine shoot from that little slit in her young body. She'd been fascinated too by his small, white cock. By the way it got hard at the funniest times. Innocently, she'd licked it for him once and watched the change occur. She'd been about seven then, her brother ten. "Want to dance again?" he asked, putting an arm around her shoulder. Teresa shrank, then nodded. Roger led her to the dance floor and pulled her close to his body. She wasp feeling so strange. It'd been years since Roger had left home and that absence had made her feel different about him. Instead of fussing and fighting she'd been introduced to missing him. And now that titer were together again, she was enjoying it more than she could understand. Like the feel of his body close to her. She'd never remembered enjoying that before. Except when they'd been kids and wrestled naked in bed on Sunday mornings.
"When do you think Nat and Janey went?" site asked as they whirled.
"He's probably showing her the town," Roger said, pulling her slender form even closer. Her small breasts rubbed his chest every time they took a step. And she could feel a familiar lump against her thigh. The lump she'd known as a child. It was her brother's erect cock. Only now she knew the reason a man got hard down there. Teresa gave a little shudder.
"I think I'm..."
"Let's get out of here, what do you say?"
"Maybe we'd better wait for Uncle Nat to come back..."
"Aw, he gave us the keys. We can go sit in the truck anyway."
Terry followed her brother from the bar. A cowboy tried to slap her on the ass as they stepped out onto the sidewalk.
"Hey you!" Roger called. Terry grabbed his arm.
"Don't start anything, I don't care if my bottom gets slapped." Roger was glowering.
"Yeah but..."
"Yeah but nothing. I don't want you to get hurt for nothing." The cowboy had wobbled on anyway. Roger glared after him a moment or so and then guided Terry towards Nat's pickup. Nat had parked on a quiet side street. When they were safely in the cab, he pulled Terry close and kissed her cheek. It was dark in the truck but she could see the lump in his jeans. If anything, it was bigger than before.
"Why'd you do that?"
"'Cause you look so pretty."
"I'm your sister too," Teresa said, her voice laced with coyness.
"That makes it all the better. We know each other." This time when he kissed her, his hand pulled the tail of her shirt from her jeans. In a flash he was feeling her small tits, breathing against her mouth like he wanted to take her right there.
"Roger!" she scolded, grappling with him. "Terry, give a guy a break."
"What are you doing anyway? Or have you forgotten that we're related."
"Like I said, that makes it... better. Yeah, I know." She jerked at his wrist but Roger had one tiny nipple between his fingers now and the electric than of his touch made her gasp and lean back in the scat. "Okay, feel it a little and then take your hand out... ohhh... not so hard... ouch!"
"You got a nice bod," Roger breathed kissing her neck.
"That tickles! Oooo... don't!"
"Hey, quit struggling so much."
"Well damn it, quit feeling me up." Terry's head spun with awful thoughts. Only a few days before she'd gotten tangled up with her cousin. Damn. She hadn't wanted anything to happen, but sure enough she'd last her head and he'd lost his and now she had to wait on her period and do plenty of praying. For all she knew a baby was growing in her belly at that very moment. And here was her brother, trying to get his hands in her pants.
"Roger, that's enough. I mean it feels good... but... ohhhh... don't Roger... ohhh!"
Her brother's hand had slipped down the front of her pants and he was rubbing the outside of her jeans. Rubbing the place where the thin denim had climbed up between her cuntlips. She twisted away but he caught her zipper and yanked it down. Before she could stop him, she felt a finger slide up against the cunt-filled nylon that clung damply to her slightly parted lips. There was a squishy sound as Roger massaged the dripping slit. She was tacked past words. And even as she thought of something to yell at him, she felt him pulling the panty-crotch out of the fly.
"Roger! You're crazy! You... nuuuuuhhhh!" His finger had slid along her crevice, slid easily into the hollow where Darren's cock had made a deep, dark hole. As Roger pushed two fingers up to the knuckle, she writhed on the seat and whimpered. It was almost impossible to smother the rising fever she felt.
"I wondered if you'd lost your cherry," he said a little sadly. "Guess my Sis ain't so little anymore..."
"It happens to girls nowadays," she gasped, jerking at his wrist. "Please, Roger, don't do it anymore..."
"Doesn't it feel good? To rub you like that... like this!"
"Nnnnuuuhhh... ooooohhh... please!"
"And how about this?" His thumb made slow circles against her clit. Terry shivered and pushed her sandaled feet hard against the floorboard. She was trying to steady her breathing but it was impossible. It sounded more like panting.
"Noooo... noooo... ohhhh, don't..." Her head flopped weakly against his chest. She had no strength left to resist. Her pussy was flooding with oily moisture. She could hear the smack of her brother's fingers as he moved them in the heated, slippery mess between her lips. A shudder of pure pleasure shot through her. She stretched her legs again and pointed her toes, letting the jagged nervous energy race up and down her thighs.
She thought of Bobby back in her home town and of the soldier named Eddy on the Greyhound that night. She thought of Darren with his big cock slipping up into her... her very first lover. And then Roger's mouth smothered hers and he pushed her down on the scat. He had her jeans slipped down. She knew he had his cock free of his underwear now and as he held her panty crotch to one side she really didn't give a damn anymore. The head brushed her drenched lips apart and Roger moved her ass to get the angle right.
"Terry honey," her brother gasped, pressing his feverish cock between her cuntlips. Then they both heard Uncle Nat's deep voice. He and Janey were coming along the sidewalk towards the truck. Roger jerked his pants up and Teresa managed to get herself fucked.
"Hey kids, sorry we took so long..." Nat held the door for Jane. Her face looked sullen, Terry thought. She didn't give either of them so much as a glance. Nat swung behind the wheel and started the engine. "Jane isn't feeling so hot," he drawled.
"It was something I ate," she snapped and stared straight ahead. Teresa had no idea what was going on, but she snuggled onto her brother's lap to make room. In the dark, bouncing truck, Roger got a hand under her shirt again. No one could see, but it made Teresa feel wrong. He cupped her tit and massaged it until she was having a hard time masking her breathing. Then he pushed his mouth close to her ear.
"I'm gonna come to your room tonight," he hissed.
"Like hell you are!" she gasped back. And as soon as the truck pulled into Nat's yard, Teresa ran up the stairs and locked her door behind her. Then she threw herself across the bed and bawled.
Chapter Five
On Monday Nat wanted Teresa to drive the truck to town for supplies. He gave her directions on how to get to the various places and told her not to worry about not having a license.
"Old George Plummer has been sheriff long enough to know when to lay off a pretty girl driving my truck," Nat joked. "I beat him regular, at our poker game so just tell him you're under orders if he happens to stop you for anything."
Teresa had braided her blonde hair and put on a polka-dotted top that let a little belly show. She added a pair of cut-off jeans to that and her usual sandals.
She drove slowly to tile highway and let the needle rest on forty-five on the way to town. The warm breeze coming in the vent window blew her braids back and blew up the sleeves of her blouse. Her small breasts were titillated by the air. She thought about how she should run her life now that she was growing up. She had one big worry off her mind anyhow. Her period was about to begin. It had caught her by surprise to see the tiny spots of blood in her panties. But today she could pick something up at the drugstore. She wondered if she could wear one of those tampons now that she wasn't a virgin anymore. They seemed so much easier to mess with than the kind of things that fit against a girl's pussy from the outside. She reminded herself to find out about them when she stopped.
When she was near town a car full of boys whooshed past whistling and hollering and trying to get her attention. She remained cool. They probably recognized her uncle's truck and wondered what the hell was going on.
Sure enough, they pulled up beside her at the first stoplight in town and started banging on the side of their jalopy.
"Hey baby, what'd you do to get that truck from Nat?"
Another called, "I bet I know and they gonna put Nat in jail for it too!"
The light turned green and Terry roared away down Main. She saw the first store Nat wanted her to stop at, found a parking place and wheeled in. The boys went by slowly not saying anything now. But they were sure taking her in as she showed off her long legs.
The hardware man loaded up the wire and other things while she signed the receipt.
"So Nat's got you to help him, does lie?" said the old man, scratching his head.
"I could do with some of your kind of help myself," he grinned and winked a little too suggestively for Terry. She ignored his look and handed back the ticket. The hardware man was about to turn away when Teresa thought of a good comeback.
"You probably couldn't afford my kind of help," she said, hands on hips. She was tired of being jived so much. She wondered what would happen if she gave it back a little. The old man turned slowly. He was still smiling. His eyes went slowly down her body, pausing at her midriff. Then scanning her long, tan legs.
"Jesus Christ, if it wouldn't kill me, I'd pay a hundred dollars for some of your kind of help, young lady." His voice was almost kind. Teresa hadn't been prepared for anything like this. She began to blush. She turned on her heel and trotted to Nat's pickup, expecting to hear laughter from the hardware man. But when she pulled, out of the space, he was still looking after her, a sad expression on his face.
"Town full of dirty old men," she spit, pulling into a slot by the drugstore.
She found a box of tampax and picked up a movie magazine. The hard-headed woman at the counter rang up the sale.
"That old man at the hardware store sure is weird," Teresa said off-handedly.
The pretty redhead smiled at her. "Old Charlie? Yeah, he sure likes girls. You shouldn't take offense." She pushed Terry's change at her. "He pinches me at least once a week. He's harmless."
"Well I went in to get some supplies for my Uncle and he darn near propositioned me."
The redhead looked at her. "Say, I'll bet you're Nat Henderson's niece, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I sure am."
"I'm Shirley Watkins," the redhead said, "my husband works at the mill. I think he's even related to you." Teresa swallowed hard. She knew bet face was fire engine red. Shirley Watkins was going on about how much Darren liked working for Nat and all that kind of thing. "You have met Darren, haven't you?" she finally asked.
"Uh... no, I don't think I remember him," Terry mumbled and grabbed her sack. "I've got to run. Nice meeting you." She almost stumbled getting to the truck. It shocked the hell out of her when Shirley Watkins came up to the window and leaned in.
"Look, it's almost noon. Nat won't be expecting you back before they start up again so why don't you come home and eat lunch with me."
"I really couldn't..."
"Don't be silly. Of course you could." Shirley nodded her head. "I insist. I'll go tell my boss I'm taking off. You can follow me there... that yellow VW at the curb."
Teresa tried to think of a way out but then Shirley was getting in the yellow car and waving for her to follow. Oh well, she thought, it was no big deal. She was just uncomfortable knowing that Darren had popped her cherry. It would seem strange sharing sandwiches with the bastard's wife. She just prayed Shirley would never find out what her husband had done that day by the lake.
The house was a modest frame bungalow set from the street. Shirley showed Terry around and then noisily went about fixing lunch. Teresa had calmed down a little now. She munched her sandwich and sipped lemonade while Shirley shared the local gossip.
"...and Betty Dobson's husband is always fooling around." Shirley shook her head. "If I caught my husband with another woman, I think rd wring his neck... and maybe her too!"
Teresa choked on her sandwich but Shirley didn't seem to notice.
"I guess I'd bettor fix my hubby something too and take it up to him."
"...I mean, your husband is here." Terry had suddenly lost her appetite.
"He had a terrific headache this morning so he called in sick." Shirley leaned close. "Personally, I think he was just lazy. Monday is hard sometimes and Nat owes him some overtime anyway." She finished the sandwich and cut it down the middle. "Why don't you, come upstairs with me and I'll introduce you two."
"No, I'd better be getting back to..."
"Nonsense, Nat hasn't missed you yet. Come on..."
Trembling, Teresa followed the pretty redhead up the stairs. Darren's eyes flashed when he saw her but he quickly smothered his excitement. Shirley noticed nothing strange as she made the introduction.
"I remember your mom." Darren said, "and I've been wanting to ask you some questions about how she's been doing." Terry almost grimaced. Darren was sure making it sound like old home week.
"It's funny you all being cousins and not knowing each other," Shirley put in. She glanced at her watch, stood up. "I'm gonna have to get back to work."
"...did your mom ever sell that grocery store?" Darren asked, looking at Teresa.
"Yep, she did. I'll go with you, Shirley..."
"There's something else I'd like to know," Darren insisted. Teresa saw with horror that Shirley was halfway out of the room.
"You two go and gab," she said, waving, "I'll see you later."
"Wait, Shirley!" Terry gasped but the redheaded woman was already bouncing down the steps. Teresa bolted for the door. Darren beat her to it. He got her hands pinned to the wall and pound his body against hers. She could feel his hard-on through the thin pajamas.
"I'll scream!" she hissed at him. Darren grabbed her head then and kissed her. Her only sound was a groan that weakened as his hands slid down her willowy body. She was frantic, but helpless. That hot kiss and the way Darren was undoing the front of her short blouse was taking its toll. She could hardly believe it when he started pulling the leg of her cut-off jeans to one side. He was actually going to try and fuck her like that!
"Nooo, let me go, Darren! I didn't even want to come here today... I... I... uhnnn... ohhh, God!" Darren had stretched her panty crotch to one side too. If she hadn't cut off those damned jeans right at the crotch, maybe he wouldn't've been able to get his cock up the leg. But he was. She could feel the sudden heat of his glans pressing her downy cuntlips apart. No! It couldn't be possible to fuck standing up. Then Darren gave a short, sharp jerk with his hips and Teresa went up on her toes as his rigid shaft slid halfway into her cunt.
"I hate you! Ohhhh... ohhh, stop moving like that... Darren... p-p-please!"
She couldn't get away. There was no way to go but up and gravity was keeping her weight down an his thrusting cock. Darren mouthed one of her tits roughly, flicking his tongue across the pink nipple until she whined from the hot pleasure she could no longer ignore. Her pussy was dripping with slick juice. She felt it wetting her denim shorts and the silken band of her panties as that feverish prick jabbed in and out.
"I love your pussy!" Darren sighed, holding her narrow hips down as he tried to get that last, hot inch. As the head of his cock pounded against her womb, Terry began to sob quietly.
"If you knock me up I'll buy a gun and shoot you down like a dog," she whispered. There must have been something in her voice that got Darren's attention. He quit rubbing her so hard, quit pushing her firm ass against the wall.
"You still don't take the pill?" he asked as if surprised.
"How is a fifteen-yen-old going to buy the pill, dummy?" She snuffled noisily. "I was just lucky last time."
"You mean you had your period?" Darren asked, brushing blonde strands from her forehead. Terry blushed.
"I just started."
"That's beautiful. You can't get pregnant while you're having your period."
"Who says?"
"Everybody knows that," he whispered, kissing her neck. His hips began to move again, working the head of his throbbing prick against her deepest folds. Teresa didn't want him to excite her. He'd forced her without her wanting it and expected her to be wiped out with passion. Well, she was feeling it and it felt damned good. But she wasn't going to let Darren know that.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" he asked, when she didn't respond to his kiss.
"Nothing," she said, fighting to keep the trembly thrills from showing in her voice. "Just bored, that's all."
"Oh, yeah?" He grabbed her lithe body and began to fuck her furiously. Teresa clamped her eyes tight and bit her bottom lip as the sliding, hot friction built between her legs. She could hardly keep from crying out. It was better than that first, painful time. It was absolutely devastating! The itchy tingles were everywhere.... fluttering across her clit, throbbing deep inside her. She almost grabbed Darren's shoulders once but clenched her fists instead and slowly beat them against the wall behind her. Darren still didn't know how he was getting to her. But then she felt her excitement peaking. She came feel the muscles of her pussy clasped tightly around the spearing, jabbing prick. Darren grunted and pulled her head back so he could kiss her.
"I felt that," he breathed, "you got yarn' rocks, you can't fool me!"
"Nhhhhhoooo," Terry grunted, fighting to maintain control. "I can't feel anything!"
"Christ, that little pussy of yours is sucking me dry... uhhhhnnnn... jeeeezzz!"
And Darren was right. Terry could feel the slickened tube sucking and clasping around the invader that squirted hot cream into her. That was something she couldn't control. It was controlling her.
"Damn you," she whined, digging her nails into the meat of his ass, pulling his hips forward and up... holding him deep as her powerful muscles worked to drink his sap. Then he was moving slower, gentler. And he kissed her softly on the face and shoulders. Her tits had been bared and he caressed each one as if it were a priceless jewel. At last he eased his wilting cock from her pussy and staggered to the bed.
Teresa found the bathroom and skinned her shorts and panties. It took her five minutes to force all the sticky cum from her pussy and clean herself up. She dried her panties as best she could and got dressed again. She was madder than ever at Darren. He had no right to pull something so rank as that. And just minutes after his wife had left. Teresa wondered how she could ever face the redhead again.
The spot of blood she'd found that morning had tamed to flow now. She wadded some tissues into her panties before dressing again.
"Hey, Terry?" Darren called, tapping on the door.
"What do you want?"
"I'm sorry I jumped on you like that. You looked so damned good to me."
"What about Shirley? She's your wife, you know. Don't you care whether..."
"Let me in, okay?"
"No! I won't open the door until you're back in your room."
"I've got to make you understand how much I really care for you..."
"Oh, sure! You haven't convinced me of that, buddy." She clenched her fists. "Would you like me if I didn't have a cunt?" Darren laughed through the door. Then Teresa grinned herself. It was pretty ridiculous to imagine something like that. She turned the lock and came out. Darren didn't try and grab tier or anything. He had something in his hand. Teresa could see it was a bill, she couldn't tell how much. He pushed it in the pocket of her cut-offs.
"I don't want..."
"You take it. Buy something pretty for yourself. It's the least I can do." His look softened her resolve. She nodded finally and started for the stairs. Darren grabbed her hand and pulled her back for a one last kiss. His lips got to her more than she let him know.
"I want to see you again sometime," he called after her.
"Maybe... just maybe..."
When she'd slid behind the wheel of her uncle's truck, Teresa looked at the bill Darren had folded into her pocket. Ulysses Grant was the man on the front of it. Fifty dollars! Terry swallowed hard and folded the money carefully. Immediately she thought of the twenty the soldier had slipped her on the Greyhound when they'd been on their way to Warton. And she thought of the wards of the old man at the hardware store. Hadn't he said something about a hundred bucks? Terry shook her head.
"Wow, what am I thinking?" She gunned the truck to life and pulled away from the curb with a screech of rubber. From the upstairs window, Darren was watching her depart.
Janey paced her room. It was past noon and she still couldn't decide what to do. She'd packed and unpacked her bags twice now. If it wasn't for Terry, she would've been on the bus by now. The thought of her terrible uncle... it made her tremble all over.
She hadn't gone down for breakfast or lunch, afraid she might have to face him again. It was bad enough remembering how his cock felt in her mouth. Even brushing her teeth had made her think of that taut, slippery thing sliding in and out, in and out. Even the toothpaste had tasted like cum. She'd not been able to forget his hands either and his mouth sliding over her nipples.
Yet if it disgusted her so, why was she thinking about it? Janey knew she was too upset to think straight. How would anyone feel about being seduced by kin? It was awful... when she remembered.
It was lucky she still had her virginity. That night in the hotel she'd fainted and awakened as Uncle Nat had been rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit. It had been the tickly pleasure that'd awakened her. But the fear of what he seemed about to do made her scream. Nat had made her sit up and drink a glass of water. He'd been apologetic and gentle with her. She didn't hate him any less far it.
"Oh, what am I going to do?" She went to the window and looked out. From here she could see the tin roof of the sawmill shed. Men walking around. She couldn't do anything, anyway, until Teresa got back from town with the truck. Maybe then she could take her baby sister and catch the next bus back to Hainsville. Even Bob Carson, the cocksman, wouldn't be any more of a threat than this crazy bunch of kin! Janey laughed out loud. Here she'd come to protect her little gig and it'd turned out that she was the one who needed protection. Thank God Teresa had been with Roger while Nat had dragged her to a hotel. Her own brother wouldn't... She had an awful thought. Now she recalled a pungent aroma in the cab of the truck that night... the night Roger and Teresa had been waiting for them.
"Oh, God, I can't believe it! Roger and Terry?" But maybe she was jumping to conclusions. Yes, that was it. She was upset and ready to believe anything. She looked towards the mill again and saw someone coming down tin rutted wad. It looked like Roger... yes it was Roger. Janey decided to have a talk with him then and there. She could tell him about Nat and how worried she was.
"God, Sis, I don't know... I..." Roger looked at her in a strange way. They were sitting on her bed and Jane hadn't bothered to put anything on but her robe because she hadn't decided whether to leave or stay. But the way her own brother looked at her made her feel so odd.
"I mean, don't you think it's kind of funny," she went on, "that my very own uncle would want to kiss me?" She hadn't told Roger about what else Nat had done... or tried.
Roger pushed a hand through his light brown hair. His eyes twinkled. Janey frowned, not understanding the look at all.
"If all he did was kiss you, I don't see anything so wrong..."
"That wasn't all!" she blurted, near tears. Rut how could she explain to him, how? "What are you looking at me like that for?" She felt irritation that he wasn't paying attention to what she was trying to tell him.
"Cause you got pretty since the time I left home."
"Thank you very much, but..."
"Even though you were a year older, I always liked you a lot, Janey." Roger's eyes had a deep, soft look to them. Jane crossed tier legs nervously. The front of her robe fell open halfway up one thigh. That damned button she'd forgotten to sew on! Roger reached out and took both her hands.
"Roger, what..."
"Can I kiss you? Like we used to do back home?"
It was true, they had kissed affectionately as younger children. But this seemed different. The atmosphere of the room was charged. Still, it seemed silly to refuse her very own brother when all he wanted to show was a little brotherly love. His lips brushed her. It was such a shy, unassuming kiss that Jane let his mouth finger against her far longer than she should have. She was aware that she'd forgotten herself when her cuntlips tinged with a tantalizing glow. Something broke inside her... her tangled emotions flooded out. She threw her arms around Roger's body and pulled him close.
"Oh, Roger, I'm so mixed up. I think I'm going crazy. You've got to help me... you just have to!"
"Sure, Sis," he soothed, kissing her neck as she talked. She began to babble about everything that had ever bothered her. How she'd been sexually confused, sexually frustrated all her life. How she didn't like boys because she was afraid of them. And how fearful she was of her own femininity. It felt wonderful to pour out all the old hates and fears. And Roger nodded and kissed her and held her close. She didn't even notice that he'd unbuttoned the front of her robe. His hands caressed her belly. Hands so warm. Then he was kissing the tops of her breasts, easing her back onto the bed.
"Oh hold me, Roger... just hold me!"
But he wouldn't just hold her. His mouth worked softly, wetly against her skin. She felt the storm brewing between her full, firm thighs. She wanted to tell him more but her voice had weakened and trailed off into whimpers.
"My darling brother... ohhhh, what are you doing?"
"Loving you," he whispered, his breath thrilling her tumid nipple. Slowly now Janey became conscious of the emotions that were raging inside her. She desired her own kin! She wanted her brother, wanted his body with a hunger she could only begin to understand. It had happened so easily... the confessions blending with his gentle touch. And though she knew she must be in hell to consider such sinful things, her fingers trembled at the flint button of his shirt.
"Darling... darling," she gasped, kissing his hairless chest. He was seventeen... just a child really. But his body was so perfect, so firm and hot. She got his shirt back over his shoulders and slipped it off. Her teeth edged his chin and then they kissed. Her mouth opened to him and she sucked his tongue deep.
"Ghhhhuuuh," she gasped, feeling his hands slide between her legs. A finger raked her clit from its hood and she arched her back and trembled from the powerful thrills that made her body buck. Roger kissed her large breasts as he fingered her slit. The oily fluids poured from her body. She could hear him slurping around in them as he pinched and caressed each petal of her blooming cunt. It swelled with blood, expanding out until the inner tissues glistened completely exposed. The lips of her mound were pushed wide from the sudden swelling. Roger eased his body down her belly until his mouth was an inch away from the steamy, musky softness. Then he sucked against the tender parts.
"Nuuh... ohhh... yesssss! Roger... do it some more darling!" She grabbed his hair and wallowed, her pussy hard. The insatiable fury his licking caused made her writhe. She couldn't begin to understand her carnal hunger. But there was no time for that. Her brother Roger was close and his young, firm body wanted her too. She could almost feel his cock in her hand, could almost imagine what it would feel like sliding into her belly.
"You're still virgin," Roger whispered with obvious surprise.
"No... not any more I'm not," she whimpered, sliding her long fingers down her belly. She hooked a sharp nail up under her mound and the folds parted. It took only a second to find the vulnerable hollow where her hymen stretched. With a quick thrust, she speared her middle finger deep. There was a sting and Janey bit her lip and whined. The trickle of warm blood on her knuckles told her she'd been successful. "Not any more..." she repeated, wrapping her bloody fingers around Roger's cock.
"Oh, God, Janey... God!"
"Fuck me darling brother," she whimpered, working her hips up and down on the bed. Her robe had fallen open completely to expose her nakedness. With a sigh of lust, Roger pressed his hips between her soft thighs. She felt him root with the head of his cock. The feverish head slid down her crevice with a slick sound. Then it fit into the hollow where her cherry still leaked blood. Roger paused as if making certain he wasn't going to cause her pain. Jane dug her fingers into the muscles of his ass and pulled him forward. With a quick lunge, he speared his prick past the tightened muscles. The sound of her body being penetrated by her brother's rigid cock was beautiful. The pain was nothing compared to the feeling of her hole being filled. Janey wrapped her heels behind Roger's knees and cooed excitedly, as he worked it deeper... deeper...
Roger was wild with passion now. He wallowed his open mouth between her breasts, raking her nipples with his teeth and tongue. His spit trickled down her sides and Jane pumped her hips viciously against the steady stab of his cock. It was a glorious feeling being fucked. Yes, being fucked! She even liked the word now. It wasn't really dirty at all. She clung to Roger's shoulder and squirmed as the thrills spread across her skin. It was her brother who slowed his movements finally and held her face between his hands.
"I almost got carried away," he murmured.
"I am carried away," she gasped, "and I don't give a damn. I've given a damn too long..."
"But we'd better give a damn for a minute," Roger said, kissing the tip of her nose, "while I get a rubber." Janey clutched at his ass with a moan.
"Oh, I can't stand for you to pull out... I can't stand it..." She began to writhe her hips.
"Janey... damnit..." Roger kissed her passionately. She whimpered through her flared nostrils, plunging her hips faster. The inner surfaces of her pussy caressed and rubbed his swollen cockhead. She could tell it felt good to him. But he broke off the kiss.
"Janey, damnit... stop!" He eased his cock back. Janey looked at it with lust-drugged eyes. She watched him get a tiny foil package from his jeans and tear it open. But that cock... it looked so pretty shining with her glossy juices, a smear of blood well back on the shaft. She leaned up and cradled the heavy ballsac. Then, making little noises in her throat, she began to kiss the oily surface.
"God, Sis, I never dreamed you'd be like this!" He smoothed her hair, watched her full lips pet and tease his swollen glans. Jane made her tongue point and then flicked it over the bulging lobes at the underside of the crown. Roger grasped her head.
"Here," he gasped, "put this on for me." Janey took the little doughnut of rubber and stretched it around his cock-tip. She rolled if down, watching the transparent latex cling against every bump and hollow until at last the rubber was in place. The surface was lubricated with something that made her fingertips slippery. She fell back on the bed and watched with excitement as her brother guided himself into her bloody, slick hole.
"Uuuhhhhnnnn," she groaned as the meat filled her. Roger lunged forward and buried his cock, to the hilt. She felt his balls bump her, felt his cockhair tangle with hers. Then they were thrusting and writhing in the eager desire that pulsed through their bodies. Janey couldn't wait. She wanted to scream out her excitement. And as she bucked and thrust and wiggled, she took her brother along.
"Ohhhhh... Janey... ohhhh, fuck!"
"Come... come..." she babbled, licking his face as he tried to kiss her. The bed crashed under them. The violence of their movements seemed to make the house shake. Janey kicked her feet out and a table lamp went crashing down. She didn't care... didn't care about anything except that lovely, hard thing that was jabbing and ramming and fucking her to madness.
She bit Roger until he gave a cry and bit her with equal passion. The pain mingled with the pleasure to bring them to new heights. She could hear the steady slam of their hips together. She could taste the blood she'd bitten from her own mouth. And she could feel the bulging head of her brother's cock swelling... swelling in its rubber until he gave a jerk and growled like a wolf.
"Oh, baby," she cooed, rubbing his ass cheeks with her sweaty palms, "you're coming, aren't you?" Roger could only groan in reply, his ass working furiously to scratch the ecstatic tickle that had started his thick cream to spurt.
"Janey... ohhh, Janey... ohhh, Goddamn!"
Deep against her womb Janey felt his prick surge. The head had made a kind of barb as if to stay inside her while the potent seed poured out. Now she was thankful for the thin sheath Roger had made her put over him. But her own passion had reached its outer limits too. With a shrill cry she lurched and her legs shot up into the air, toes spread with excitement. Her full, firm hips danced furiously on the mattress as Roger gave her long strokes, moaning as he filled his rubber. Again she screamed, her climax pouring over her like a raging torrent.
"Yuhhhnnn... yuuhhh... yaaahhhh!" she gasped, her finger slipping into the crack of Roger's ass as she fought to keep him deep inside her. And then they were slowing, sucking in deep breaths, kissing and fondling each other as the glimpse of paradise drifted away.
Juicy was just fine as long as she held her brother's body close against her, as long as his mouth pressed against her shoulder. It was when he started to get up that the reality of it all sank in.
"You knew it was happening," he said, petting her face, "you knew it from the start..."
"But... but... ohhh, God, forgive me... I can't... I don't... understand..."
"Hey, you're working yourself up. It's not that big a deal. No harm done is there?"
"What do you mean it's not that big a deal?" she blubbered, tears dripping from her chin. "I fucked my brother... and I wanted to."
"I wanted it, too, Janey," he whispered and kissed her mouth. She twisted away from the caress, wiped her lips.
"I've got to get out of here... I've got to go back home..." Roger grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "Listen to me, you crazy sister..."
Janey slapped him hard across the face. He glared at her in utter surprise then rose and jerked on his pants. She watched him with fire in her eyes as he grabbed his boots and stumbled from the room. She saw the rubber on the end of the bed. She picked it up and ran after her brother. She threw the dripping thing from the top of the stairs and watched it spin as if in slow motion... spinning down to smack Roger between the shoulder blades. His own white sap spattered across his skin.
"Keep your nasty old cum!" Janey screamed. "I hate it... hate it... hate it..." She ran back to her room. Her heart pounded. She felt like she was slipping into a deep dark well. At last she fell twitching across the bed. She had a fever... her breath screamed in her throat. She closed her eyes and felt her consciousness drifting away. With a final sigh, Janey let the warm, dark cloud engulf her.
Chapter Six
When Teresa pulled into the yard, several men from the sawmill were standing around. She wondered what had happened, why they weren't up working. She slammed the pickup door and started past them towards the house. The biggest, the same man who'd spoken to her at the mill her first day there, stepped out.
"Looks like your sis went and lost her mind or something," he said, sucking on a toothpick.
"What do you mean?"
"She went and tore up her room, that's what. Your uncle had to come over here and quiet things down. She was breaking up the furniture and I don't know what all." He acted like he was about to laugh. "Seems though your brother had something to do with it. He came back to the mill looking pretty worked up. It was about an hour after that when old Larry looked over to see a chair flying out of that upstairs window." This time he gave in to the laugh. Another man shook his head and spit. Everybody looked at the broken upstairs window as if something else might come flying out any moment.
"Where is she now?" Terry said, her voice breaking.
"Oh, your Uncle got her hog-tied I imagine. That's the only way to handle a hysterical woman, don't cha know?"
As Teresa pushed past the big man he gave her a slap on the ass. She wanted to say something but hurried on instead, hurried upstairs to her sister's bedroom. Uncle Nat met her in the hall.
"She's okay now," he said, "she's resting. I gave her something strong to drink and that seemed to settle her nerves."
"What happened anyway? What made her..."
"I don't know, Terry. I just don't know." But Teresa thought she saw something funny in her uncle's expression. He bit his lip in thought then looked up. "Maybe she's homesick."
"Jane is a little too old to be that homesick." Terry shoved a hand in her pocket, felt the fifty dollar bill. She quickly let it go again. She wasn't in such hot mental shape herself. She wished things were as simple as they'd beep back in Hainsville.
But things hadn't been that simple there either.
Uncle Nat went to the window to call to the men gathered by the house. Terry heard him tell them to go on home since it was almost quitting time anyhow. This seemed to please everybody concerned and they drifted away to where their cars were parked. For some reason Teresa watched the big man. He stopped in the grass halfway to the mill and pulled out his cock. A funny thrill went through her as she watched the yellow stream arc out from his cock. It was the biggest cock she'd ever seen in her life! The man pulled his fly closed and swaggered to his pickup. She could almost remember his name... yes, it was Hank. Hank Herbert. She turned from the window with a little tremble. It had occurred to her that men like that liked to pay for a woman's body. A lot of things were occurring to her. And she wasn't sure she could handle them either.
"Let's have a drink," Nat said, wiping his head with his handkerchief. "You're old enough now I guess to learn about liquor." She followed him downstairs.
"You wouldn't let me drink the other night," Teresa teased.
"That was in a public place," he said, dragging a bottle from the sideboard by its neck. "Brandy okay?" Teresa shrugged as she flopped down on the sofa.
"Fine, I guess. I don't know anything about that stuff." She was thinking. Thinking about what her uncle and sister had been up to when they snuck away from the bar that night. Nat poured some amber-looking stuff in a glass and set it before her. It burned going down, but a wonderful warmth spread in her belly. She liked it better than she'd expected. "Where's Roger?"
"He was acting funny. Said he wanted to walk in the woods and think." Nat sipped his own Brandy. "I don't know what happened up here, but I think Roger may have had something to do with it."
"Roger?" Terry was pretending to be innocent of any knowledge concerning Jane and Roger.
"Aw, hell, I don't know." He drank more booze. "Let me fill you up." He held out the baffle.
"I haven't finished this yet."
"That's okay, here." Terry watched him add another inch of Brandy. She sipped. The glow was quickly changing her mood. She closed her eyes and relaxed against the sofa back. She was thinking about money again. About men with money in their hands... looking at her naked body. She giggled.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing." She cocked her head at her uncle. "Uncle Nat, would you answer a personal question?"
"Shoot."
"Well, it's about men... and women. I mean, uh..."
"Do you want me to drag it out of your pants?" Teresa cleared her throat. "When a man wants... a woman had enough, does he fall in love?"
"Not automatically," Nat said.
"If he gives her money, does that mean he doesn't love her?"
"Not necessarily," he told her. Teresa took a big gulp from her glass.
"Some expert you are."
"I didn't say I was an expert," Nat laughed. His face grew serious then. He put an arm around her shoulders. "You sure have gotten pretty, you know that?"
"Thank you. Oh, God, this Brandy is fun!" She finished her glass and held it out for more. Nat uncorked the bottle and let a few glugs pour in. Teresa was a little giddy. She wondered how much of an effect she was having on her uncle. In a female kind of way. Did Nat think she was sexy? Or just another pretty little girl?
"Would you pay someone for sex?" she blurted then broke into giggles. That Brandy was something else.
"Sure. I've done it."
"Would you pay someone... like me? I mean if you didn't know me and all," she quickly added. Nat gave her a look. She had the uncomfortable feeling that he was undressing her with his eyes. Or was it a comfortable feeling? She laughed and drank more Brandy.
"I'd pay for you." He didn't smile. "I'd pay for even a kiss."
"How much?" she teased, puckering her mouth close to his. Nat reached his wallet out and put a five dollar bill on the coffee table. With a squeal, Terry grabbed it and shoved it into her pocket. Then she pushed her soft mouth out and closed her eyes. She was having trouble keeping a straight face. But Nat wasn't just playing games. He grabbed her shoulders roughly and pulled her against him. It wasn't just a quick peck. It was a smothering, wet kiss. Teresa trembled as Nat's tongue snaked between her teeth. He worked her head back until she was panting through her nostrils. Fire shot through her belly every bit as powerful as the Brandy. She gave a whimper of surrender as his lips writhed against hers. She was taken up by the utter passion of the kiss, swept into her uncle's hunger. When he let her go, she fell back, eyes rolling. She put a finger to her lips where he'd devoured her.
"God!" she breathed. Nat was reaching in his wallet again. Another five spun down on the table. She stared dazedly at the bill.
"Go ahead and pick it up," he dared, "I'm still not satisfied." Something inside her made Teresa reach out and take the bill. She wasn't giggling anymore. She looked at her uncle as he reached out for her again.
"Ohhh, Uncle Nat..." This time the kiss was softer. But it was deeper, sexier. She melted against his body as his hands rubbed up and down her back. She felt him fumble at the buttons of her short blouse, couldn't stop him. It fell away from her shoulders and he began to feast upon the soft, tan flesh in the hollow of her neck. Terry felt a moment of panic as she always did at the very beginning. But the panic always passed. Even though she knew this was her very own uncle kissing her, she couldn't think about being afraid.
Not with his hot lips inching towards one of her breasts. She managed to look down just as he pushed the quivering cock into his mouth.
"Uncle Nat! Ohhh, Jesus Christ!"
"You like that?" he breathed, sucking the swell in again.
"Like it? I think I'm gonna die, it feels so good!"
"Course we won't tell anybody about us..." He licked the pink nipple and smiled when it bulged from the soft circle of flesh. Then with a growl, he nibbled at the delicate flesh again, letting her feel his teeth now.
Teresa scratched her nails against the nape of his neck. She'd seen that in movies. And Nat seemed to like it. He danced his tongue across her nipple until she was squirming around on the sofa.
"You're so young and soft," he told her, a hand working at the button of her denim cut-offs. Terry blushed. She'd put in a tampax before driving home and since it was the first time she'd used anything like that, she was uncomfortable knowing that her uncle's searching fingers would soon discover the little string hanging from between her cuntlips. This started her thinking deeper too... about what she was letting happen. Nat was her kin, after all. A hell of a lot closer than her cousin Darren and that had been a bad enough thing to do.
"Uncle Nat, I think we'd better stop!"
"How come, sweetheart? I'm not going to hurt you."
"Roger might come back. And Jane is just upstairs. I don't feel right about it anyway. You being my..." -- she dropped her eyes -- "...you... uncle."
"I really don't give a shit about that kind of crap," Nat said, rubbing her belly. "I look at your flat little stomach and those pretty little tits and baby I go bananas!"
"You really think I'm pretty?"
"You damn right I do!" He gave her a hot look. "Honey, I'd let you pee in my mouth."
Terry giggled. If she hadn't been drinking Brandy, she might have blushed. Or maybe she was blushing and laughing too. She couldn't really tell.
"Nat, you've had too much Brandy."
"But not enough of you," he whispered romantically, his rubbing hand slipping further down her abdomen. She grabbed his wrist, but there was no contest. She felt his fingers teasing over her blonde down. Then he was dividing the soft plumpness, searching for her cit.
"Nat... stop... it's my period!" This time she really did blush. Nat chuckled and gave her a long look.
"I can tell you're getting stubborn. Especially after you had a taste of hard cold cash." His eyes were amused. As if he considered her a sweet, mischievous child. "You're insatiable," he drawled, kissing her short, upturned nose, "and you're sin on a stick too. The prettiest little chunk of sin I ever laid eyes on." He dug in his wallet and tossed two twenty-dollar bills on the table. Teresa eyed them greedily. She was trying to add up all the money she'd collected the past few days. And she hadn't asked for one red cent. Her hand shot out and she pocketed the cash. She knew what that meant of course. Her uncle took a deep breath and wiped a hand across his mouth.
"Baby I'm gonna do you like you've never been done and then some..."
"Not here Nat. We can't do it here." Her voice was trembling with anticipation. And there was a little fear too. By the way her uncle's jeans were swelled out she knew he had to be hung like a mule.
"My room." Nat got up. "I'll go look in on Jane and maybe even leave this bottle by her table." He laughed. "That'll keep her busy while we..." He laughed again and ran his tongue over his lips. Teresa tugged on her braids. She couldn't explain the hunger she felt for her forty-year-old uncle. But it was real. And she could hardly wait for him to seduce her.
"I want to jump in the shower real quick," she said. Nat patted her trim ass as she bounced out of the room. She was trembling all over as she got a towel from the linen closet and went to the downstairs bathroom. She stifled the water running and undressed leisurely before the minor. Her slender legs seemed longer than ever now. She was growing taller by the day. And her breasts were slightly plumper than before, the nipples more mature-looking. That was from all the mouths that had been sucking at them, she guessed. She fluffed the tiny triangle of blonde down that didn't quite cover her slit. It wasn't much, but men seemed to like it.
She stepped carefully into the big bathtub and punched the big shower button. As the hot spray began to sting her shoulders she jerked the curtain closed and grabbed a bar of soap. The bathroom door opened. She could see the dark shape through the translucent plastic curtain. She rubbed thick lather over her breasts and belly.
"Nat? Is that you?" The curtain was thrust back and somebody stepped in with her. Nat of course. He was so naughty. "We shouldn't do this right in the house, Nat..." She had her eyes closed as she rubbed soap over her freckled nose. A hand curled around her belly and drew her ass back against a hard, upjutting cock. She looked down at the hand and knew immediately that it wasn't Nat at all. The hand was huge and hairy and there was a big ring on one finger. Nat wore no rings.
"Been waiting for you, baby," the man said, a heavy voice like a bear might have. Teresa knew immediately that it was Hank Herbert, the giant of a man who worked at the mill... the one who'd said those lewd things to her that first day. The one she'd watched pee in the field.
"Nooo! What are you doing here!"
"Come to give you some real chunk of meat," he laughed, rubbing his throbbing cock up between the cheeks of her ass. She tried to turn but Hank's grasp was like an iron trap. His chest was massive, his belly hard as rack. She felt like a rabbit in the clutches of a coyote. She opened her mouth to scream. Hank's big hand clamped over it, "I don't want none of that," he growled. His hand was replaced by something silky. Her panties! He'd ripped them up to use as a gag. As he bound the torn nylon behind her head, she began to sob.
"I ain't gonna do nothing bad," he said, grabbing the soap from her fright-clenched fingers. "I know you're too little to take me the right way." He rubbed the soap up between her asscheeks. The lather foamed against her soft skin. She whimpered all the harder. If he tried to ram his cock up...
As easily as if she were a sack of flour, Hank lifted her by the waist and pressed her quivering bottom back against the huge head of his cock. She could feel the size and heat of it. It was like someone pressing the big end of a baseball bat against her rectum. Her small feet flailed the air as she grasped his wrists frantically to keep herself from falling face forward in the tub. But Hank was strong enough to hold her up like that as she rubbed her convulsing bottom back against his prick. The soap-slickened head seemed to compress as he forced it into her taut, small ass. The strangest feeling swept over her.
"Mmmmmnnnhhhaaa!" she moaned through the gag of her panties. And then her guts opened suddenly and his cock slid inside. She was skewered, kicking air. Hank pulled her back against his body as he pumped with his hips. She felt that monstrous shaft easing deeper... deeper. She tried to call him a sonofabitch, but it came out just a smothered groan. The feeling of pain was replaced by another sensation she couldn't explain. It was a tension around her pussy... where the flesh was being stretched by the pressure of that plunging cockhead in her guts. She was actually getting excited by having it in the ass!
"This is gonna be good, honey," Hank said. His big fingers sunk into the softness of her belly. "And when I'm through at this end, I'm gonna have me supper between your legs." Teresa struggled and tried to say something but the crotch of her panties choked off her words. Between the soapy cheeks of her firm bottom, Hank's cock speared in and out.
Janey heard the steps in the hall. She was thirsty... an awful taste in her mouth. Her head was full of strange images, strange dreams. She could hardly separate the real from the imagined any more. Or did it even matter? She'd been lying there naked, her finger deep inside her cunt. Someone tapped outside her door. She eased her finger from between her outer lips. It made her moan to feel it sliding out, to feel her muscles closing and clasping behind. She brushed the finger across her upper lip. The glossy juice that was smeared there had a musky odor. She liked the smell. People paid good money for junk that didn't smell half so nice.
Weakly she staggered to her feet. She had a slight headache. The tapping came again. She turned the knob and peeked out.
"I brought you something," Nat said, swinging the bottle. Jane opened the door and let him in. He was looking at her body when she closed it and turned. Now she remembered. Nat had eaten her out in that hotel room in town. But he hadn't fucked her. Nice Nat. He was so considerate. He hadn't wanted to be the first. She frowned, then smiled. But he deserved something more than that.
"I'm glad you came," she said, pushing her big tits against him. He cleared his throat and made a weak attempt to leave. Juicy ran her hands down the front of his pants. His cock swelled in her palm as she massaged it.
"I'll pour you a little of this," he said, getting a glass. Janey took it from him with both hands and drank until she had to cough.
"God, that's better..."
"Why don't you slip on a robe," he suggested, putting the bottle on the dresser. Janey sipped her Brandy.
"I don't feel like it. What good are clothes to someone like me?" She looked at the lamp on the table. Its shade was twisted and torn. Someone had broken it. She had the strangest urge to break it again.
"I hope you don't get wild again," Nat said, drinking out of her glass, then handing it back.
"You mean I tore everything up?" she said, glancing around the disordered room.
"Yep." Nat cocked his head. "It was kinda fun while it lasted actually." Jane giggled. She giggled again. Then she laughed, a loud, haying laugh. She took another drink of whiskey and fell to her knees in front of her uncle. She tore at the buttons of his Levi's with frantic fingers.
"Hey baby, you better cool off, hadn't you?" He tried to catch her arms.
"Let me alone!" she hissed, jerking his fly open, digging for his cock. It came out half hard and she sucked it greedily into her mouth. She could tell he liked it. He moved his feet on the floor in a funny way and his breathing changed.
"Janey... Jesus Christ, you..."
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed, finding the expanding glans with her tongue. Site dragged his shaft deeper into her mouth... deeper. It was hot and firm and spongy. But the part behind the crown was getting hard. She fluttered her tongue furiously, watching her uncle clench his fists and then unclench them. As her mouth worked hungrily on his expanding prick, she got his pants the rest of the way loose and eased them down his thigh. When she pushed him backward, he couldn't catch himself and fell on his ass across the bed. Then she pulled her mouth from him only long enough to jerk off his boots and jeans. He was trying to push up onto his elbows when she pounced between his thighs again.
"Gotta eat you," she babbled, "gotta eat you all up!"
"Janey baby... are you sure you're okay?" But his voice faded as she got her lips around that throbbing tip again. It tasted lovely! She sucked it as deep as she could and then a little deeper. The spongy part tickled her throat, but she fought against the urge to gag. After a moment the choked feeling passed. She told herself to relax as she dropped her head further. The flared glans eased past her tonsils. Then she swallowed hard and the velvety lining of her throat closed around him.
"Ieeeeeee!" he grunted, his hips writhing on the bed. He let his hands brush against the sides of her head but they fell limp on the mattress. She sucked noisily at the wonderful hard thing that kept growing inside her mouth. She pushed her mouth up until only the very tip and lobes pressed against her bottom lip. Then with a sigh, she plunged down until her throat was gently stabbed again. Nat made strangling noises and began to tremble.
"Nhhhuuhh..." she moaned as she increased the tempo of her sucking. She let her head bob freely, fingering his balls with both hands. It was so big, his cock! And only then did Janey remember the time before when he'd put it inside her mouth. She was dizzy with the realization. The spongy firmness of the head seemed to throb against her soft licking. It had to be the most delicate thing on a man's body. She found the divide between the two plump lobes and wed the point of her tongue. Nat sounded like he was being tortured. But there was a plaintive, lusty enjoyment in the sound too.
"Janey... Janey baby, you can suck like... ohhh, shit!" She popped her mouth free.
"Will you come quick?" she asked, voice shy. She didn't know why she was shy about it. She couldn't remember if she'd ever been shy. That other Janey seemed like a stranger she'd met long ago.
"You damn right... and if you keep on like that, you're gonna have a mouthful."
"Will it make me sick or anything?"
"Naw... you've had it before, remember," Nat breathed, petting the sides of her head. Janey licked her lips and eased them down over his glossy crown again. The surface was feverish inside her mouth. It was glossy and smooth too. So smooth. She nursed it more gently now, rolling her tongue in slow circles against the blood-hot surface. It was that tip that seemed the most sensitive. When she sucked on it alone, Nat twisted and writhed on the bed. He really liked for her to flutter her tongue around the dark blue mushroomed edge. It was like a barb. A fleshy barb. And now it was suddenly pulsing... throbbing huge with each beat of her uncle's heart. But it was another rhythm she felt.
Above her fingers, above Nat's balls there was a pounding like another heart. She dug her nails into the swollen lump and made deep trough of her tongue. Slowly, tantalizingly, she pushed the trough back and forth over his cocktip, while her fingers massaged that other heart.
"Mhhuuuuhh... Janey... ohhhhh, suck me baby... suck me slow!"
Just her lips suckled around his bulging glans now, her tongue flicking him every so often. The first steamy spray of seed shot in her throat. She gulped it down without tasting it. But the second surge of cum frothed out thickly, sliding down into the hollow she made with her tongue. She let the stringy, slick stuff coat her teeth as she smacked it and sucked for more. It tasted just fine. She wanted more...
Nat was trying to lift his ass from the bed. He was trying to fuck himself deeper into her mouth. But Janey felt like teasing him. She let his lobes rest on her bottom lip as she gently nursed the creamy curds from his tip with her tongue. Then she suddenly plunged herself down on him, taking his glans to the back of her throat. Nat bubbled like a madman, but nothing more came out. Jane pulled her lips away just as another jet came.
"God... more?" She hadn't expected him to keep coming, but the stuff was spurting like an erupting volcano. She tried to grab his shaft with both hands to get her mouth on him again, but he was so slick with cum and spit that she had to lick the bubbling stuff from his tip. Finally she had him between her teeth again, nibbling and sucking and rolling her tongue furiously against the underside of his shaft.
Now Janey felt the trembling urge to have her body filled. She jacked the skin of Nat's cock, disturbed that her caresses seemed to be having no effect.
"It's getting soft again," she whined. "What's happening?"
"You gotta give me a little break, Janey honey," Nat said, trying to pull her hands away from his meat. "I'll be good as new in a little while."
"I don't want to wait a little while," she cried, straddling his wilting prick, trying to force the soft head up between her smoldering lips.
"Baby... it just ain't gonna work..."
She stepped away horn the bed, glaring at the limp cock that still oozed cream onto her uncle's thigh. Then she grabbed her robe and flung it around her shoulders. There had to be someone around who could take care of a girl in need. She pounded downstairs. Her eyes flashed as she went through the front room. For no special reason that she could think of, she kicked a chair over. It felt good.
There were noises coming from the back of the house. Water running, Jane staggered down the hall. The Brandy had her reeling. She felt like Wonder Woman. Her cunt had swollen up while she'd sucked Nat and now it dripped juice down the insides of her thighs as she hurried to find out what the sound was. Maybe Roger was around. Maybe she could find Roger.
"My brother," she laughed, really feeling the alcohol now. "I'd fuck my brother any old time." The words did something inside her head but she wasn't sure just what. All she could remember was the way Roger had loved her. Why had she gotten so mad? She'd freaked out, that's what. But now she wanted to find him, to tell him how much she loved him. Oh why couldn't she think straight anymore?
She bumped against the door of the bedroom, pushed it open. The bathroom door was closed but she could hear the shower going. It was Roger's room. It had to be him in there. She turned the knob quietly and eased the door open a crack. Jitney felt her heart lurch as the steam rolled out past her face. Maybe she was sleeping, dreaming again. But no! This was real. It was so real that her hands slipped under her robe to pry apart her swollen, tingling pussy.
Chapter Seven
Teresa was sobbing softly as the water beat down around her shoulders and back. She was on her knees in front of the big man named Hank. And as she scrubbed his heavy cock, she knew it was steadily getting hard again. When it was hard she had no doubts what he meant to do with her.
"Get my balls too... make it nice and clean," he growled, rubbing a rough hand against her face. Terry squirmed her hips. It felt weird to have all that stringy jizz leaking out of her ass. And what was just as weird, she'd almost had a climax herself when Hank had stiffened and spurted her guts full of seed.
"Why so clean?" she murmured, almost afraid to say anything. At least he'd taken the gag out of her mouth. After he'd threatened to break her neck if she screamed.
"That's for you, little angel," Hank said, grabbing her hair. "For when I shove that son of a bitch down your throat." Hank smiled. "I could slide it up between your legs. That'd be just as good."
"Noooo," she whispered. "No, I'd be split down the middle. I'm too small."
"I'll make a woman out of you," he laughed.
"No!" she cried, rubbing the thick lather around the head of his cock with frantic movements. "I'll suck you... I'll do it. Just don't make me... screw you."
"And if Nat comes poking around, you damned well better tell him you're still busy in here," Hank warned. "Course he probably won't come poking wound. Last I saw he was upstairs getting the best head I just about ever saw..."
"You saw Nat?"
"Yep. But there might not be much left of him when your sister gets through eating..." Teresa shivered. Janey? It was hard to imagine her doing anything remotely connected with sex. But she was acting so weird lately.
The bathroom door slammed shut. Hank pushed Terry away and in one step was grabbing the doorknob.
"Who in hell was that?" he bellowed, jerking it open. "Somebody's been lookin' at us..." Teresa stumbled to her feet, the spray washing the soap and cum down her body. She grabbed a towel just as someone screamed in the next room. It was Janey! The scream came... but no, it wasn't really a scream this time. And now it was more like whimpering moans of excitement.
Terry wrapped the towel around her body and pushed the door open. The bed sagged under the weight of the two people who thrashed among the sheets. Teresa could see her older sister's long fingers digging at Hank's back. Her head was thrown back and her eyes wild. Her bottom lip trembled as the huge man guided his swollen cock up against the dark thatch of her pussy. Then the muff divided to expose the glistening slick membrane of her slit. Immediately, Hank's cock was bathed with the oily juice and Terry heard a slick sound as his glans spread Janey's petals. The big man lunged and her sister quivered as if someone had run a pole through her. She made a gurgling sound deep in her throat as her hips plunged up and down. It was then that Terry realized she couldn't see Hank's cockhead anymore. It was already deep in the beat of Jane's twitching cunt and sliding deeper by the second.
"You animal!" Janey gasped, clawing at Hank, "Just fuck me you big animal!"
"God," Hank grunted, working his powerful body.
"I can... t-t-take everything you have," whimpered Janey, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. Teresa hurried to the bedroom door, slipped put and closed it behind her. She hears someone coming down the front stairs. Nat. If he knew that Hank was in the house fucking anybody he could catch, there would surely be a murder.
Terry knew Nat that well. She had to cool things off... she had to head her uncle back upstairs. Maybe even out of the house, away from here. She caught him at the bottom of the steps.
"Go start the truck, Uncle Nat," she said, pressing her slim body against him. Even with his pants on, he smelled like cum. But she'd have time to get mad about what Janey had done later. "I want to get out of here for awhile."
"Wearing that towel?" he grinned, picking at the edge of it.
"My bikini is in the glove compartment. I was going swimming the other day but decided not to." She pulled his mouth against hers.
"I thought I heard a bunch of racket down here," he said.
"Just Janey. But she's okay now. We had a talk." Teresa knew she was talking too fast but she didn't want her uncle to hear if Jane squealed again. "She's in the back bedroom, sleeping off that Brandy you gave her." She entwined her fingers in his and pulled him towards the door. "Come on Nat, let's go."
While Nat headed towards town, she pulled on her bikini. He almost ran off the highway watching.
"Jesus, I don't know whether I can wait till we get a motel," he said, breathing hard.
"I'll decide when you get what you want," she said, pouting at him. She adjusted the cups under her tits and stuck her tongue out when she saw him leering. "And all this time I thought I was the only sister you were interested in."
"Yeah... well... uhh..."
Teresa had just been fishing, but since she was catching him up so easily, she cast again.
"And what about that night you and Jane left Roger and me at the bar?"
"Look baby, she wanted it. I mean, I thought you, were too young for me then..." He grabbed her small hand and kissed the palm hungrily. Janey let him. Actually it felt good. Especially when he ran his tongue between her fingers.
"I guess you've suffered enough," she said at last. "I'm not mad."
"Then let's stop at the first motel."
"I think I'd like something to drink," Teresa said, taking the rubber bands off her braids so she could brush them out.
"I thought you said you weren't going to make me suffer anymore," Nat moaned.
"Some gentleman," she said, looking down her nose. "Girl can't even get a drink."
"Okay baby, you win."
As the truck thrummed along, Terry cocked a leg and put her foot out the window. It amused and excited her that her Uncle Nat could drive and look at her flimsy blue bikini at the same time. She pushed one fine blonde curl back under, the material and frowned.
"They don't make these things big enough to even cover a girl's cunny."
"Plenty big enough," mumbled Nat, "plenty big enough!"
There was one hell of a Friday afternoon party going on when they went in the bar in Warton. Teresa followed Nat to the only seats available two chain at the big round booth in back. She recognized one of the young guys who'd jived her at the stoplight that day she'd run errands. And then she saw that old hardware man, the one who'd given her a longing look and babbled something about a hundred dollars. Everyone gazed hungrily at her lean, bikinied body as she gracefully slid into the booth.
"You all know my niece," Nat said and everyone nodded eagerly. Then the noise started up again and as the waitress brought a pitcher of beer. Terry was sitting by the old man. He stared at her like she was the long lost hardware girl in the sky. Teresa thought he was kind of cute. But then she was pretty tipsy too.
"Your name is Charlie, isn't it?"
"You bet your ass," he said, grabbing her hand under the table. Terry knew he was feeling pretty good from all the beer. But she let him hold her, hand. "If I was a young man again," he told her, "I'd kick all these young studs on their ass and take you away to New Orleans." He swigged beer and shook his grey head. "Goddamned if I wouldn't."
Terry liked him more than ever. And she noticed, too, that for someone over sixty, he was in good shape. Even some of the younger guys had beer bellies. But bid Charlie looked a match for any of them. He pulled her hand close to his leg.
She gave a little squeal when she realized what he was trying to do.
"Not here, Charlie."
"Then where?" he laughed, hooking a hand around her bare waist. Nat glared at him. Teresa glared at Nat.
"Charlie and I are talking," she scolded. She wanted to make her uncle suffer a little longer. Anyway it was so dark in that booth that nobody could tell what was going on. The juke box blared with some crazy country song and one of the men spilled a glass of beer across the table. Charlie looked hungrily at Terry's right tit. Under the table, his hands were busy at her bikini.
"Charlie, you really are something." By now he'd managed to force her fingers into his fly. Instead of a hard cock there was something the size of a one dollar bill. But it was crisper than most singles and folded neatly down the middle. Under the bill was Charlie's rigid cock. She sucked in a surprised gasp as she felt the size of it.
"I used to please the ladies with that, honey," he chuckled.
"By the feel of it, I bet you still can." She pulled the folded money out and glanced down under the table at it. One hundred dollars. She blinked her eyes and pushed it into the left cup of her bikini. The thrill she felt taking a man's money was getting better every time she did it. But she knew she was going to have to come across. A hundred bucks was more than a little tip.
"I'm going to go pee," Charlie whispered. "You follow me back in a little bit. There's a storeroom..." He smiled at her. Teresa was beginning to wonder just how old Charlie really was.
She waited till he'd been gone three minutes and then excused herself. No one seemed to notice that she was up to, but two guys slapped her ass as she worked her way out of the booth.
"Don't forget to come back with that bikini, sweetheart," one said.
"We'll get rid of Nat while you're gone," kidded another. Nat looked bored. She could tell he was thinking about the motel room. She padded across the dance floor, her trim ass swinging to the cheers of the men at the table. In the long hall that led to the restrooms, she paused. A door opened and Charlie motioned her in.
Teresa found herself in a storeroom. Cases of whiskey and beer were stacked against the wall and there was an old auto seat, its back broken down flat to lie on the floor. The scene was illuminated by a single, naked light bulb swinging from a cord in the ceiling. Charlie pulled her close against him and kissed her chest.
"I guess you don't want to kiss an old fool like me," he said.
"I don't see why not," she breathed, "and I want to." Teresa did feel sexy. She could only explain it because of the way Hank had gotten her so hot when he'd fucked her ass. She hadn't quite come then and had been wanting to ever since. But there was something sexy about Charlie, too. She could imagine what he was like as a young man. And with his cock out of his pants, she couldn't resist circling her moist, soft fingers around the shaft. They kissed, kissed again. Charlie growled with hunger as his hands traced the soft hollows and bumps of her young body. It thrilled her to be able to turn on someone like that. Charlie obviously appreciated her more than any man she'd fucked so far.
"God, this might kill me, but it'll be the closest to heaven I'll ever get."
She lay back on the busted car seat and spread her legs slightly. Charlie got her bikini untied and when the crotchpiece fell away, he gritted his teeth and made a sound like he was praying.
"Honey, you're worth the hundred. You're worth every penny of it!" Teresa opened her tan, slim arms to him.
"Fuck me Charlie! Hurry!"
She gasped with passion as he searched between the plump lips of her mound. Then he gingerly gouged open her folds and eased the tip of his cock against the steamy spot. She arched her back as he eased his shaft in. It went in quickly to the hilt, left her trembling in heat as he pulled down the cups of her bra and began to feast gently on her small, hard tit.
Terry hadn't expected anything like this! Charlie caressed and fucked her like a young man might.
He was every bit as good a lover as Darren. And she liked him better too. She shut her eyes, forgetting that a balding, sixty-year-old man was popping it to her.
"Uhhhnnn... ohhhh, yes... that feels so good... nuuhhh!"
"You're tight baby... Goddamn, you're so tight on my old cock..." He teased her inner petals with the flared head and then stretched her hole again as he eased deep. Terry let her hips shake and then roll slowly as her sucking pussy pulled hungrily at the steamy prick. Her insides glowed from the heat of Charlie's excitement. His cockhead was bulging now as he slid in and out of her with rising passion.
"You got a body like an angel," he moaned, kissing the ends of her braids and then surrounding her tingling breast again, his tongue lapping noisily. Terry wanted him to enjoy her. She really, really did. But as he rooted in her cunt, she found herself riding higher and higher on the sharp sensations of pleasure. Then she didn't have to worry about Charlie any more. She was bunting into that glorious paradise herself. She clutched the back of his bead as he gnawed on her nipple.
"Ch-Char... leeee!" Her trim hips plunged and danced. "Ohhhhh, you're realleeeee doing it to meeee!" Her clit felt like it was being ravaged. It was so sensitive that even the slightest bump from Charlie's body sent her into new storms of pleasure. Her fluids made their bodies suck, and shin, together. And then she hooked her sharp heels against Charlie's thighs and began to fuck like it would be her last few moments on earth.
"Ohhh, Charlie... ohhh God... ohhhhhhhh!" Jolting thrills made her bite her lip. Stars shot across her closed eyelids and she clawed at the man's back. He was groaning and panting and she knew he was about to come with her. Muscles stood out in his arms and legs as he sucked her small tit deeply between his teeth and let his balls unload.
"Oh yeah baby... yeah!"
At the instant Charlie screamed, someone burst into the dark storeroom and swung at the single light bulb. The light went out in a spray of glass, but not before Teresa saw the boy who'd been sitting at their table and someone else she didn't know. The young one had whistled at her that day she'd had Nat's truck. The other one had a black mustache and hard eyes.
"Hey," Charlie hollered, "what's going, on?"
"That oughta be enough for you, grandpa," the mustached one said, pulling Charlie off. Teresa scrambled backward, hand over her pussy. A hand caught her ankle and dragged her back onto the old car seat. The door opened long enough for Charlie to be pushed out.
"Pay the kitty," one of them said. "That'll keep her from screaming rape." A flurry of bills rained down on her. In the dark Terry didn't know whether they were ones or fifties. A flashlight clicked on.
"God, she's pretty," the kid said, fanning the narrow beam across her body. Teresa couldn't see their faces, couldn't see anything but that fanned light.
"I've been wanting to get in this little nymph's pants ever since I saw her dancing with her brother about a week ago." Now Teresa remembered who the mustached man was. It was Al Davis, the man who owned the bar.
"Hold her feet, Jimmy," he said. Terry heard his pants slide to the floor.
"No," she squealed, kicking free and rolling over. She was crawling on her hands and knees when he mounted her like a dog.
"Oh, God," she whimpered, as his hand hooked under her belly. His cocktip brushed her slick pussy as she wiggled furiously to escape.
"Hold that little ass still, Terry," he laughed. She felt his mustache as he kissed the nape of her neck.
"Please, Mr. Davis," she pleaded, "don't fuck me!"
"What difference does it make?" he growled.
"Charlie was nice..." she choked, feeling his cockhead now. It was slipping easily into her slick, cummy hole.
He gave her quick, short jabs, his cock going in deeper each time. And every lime that swollen crown penetrated her, Teresa felt her knees come off the floor. The boy named Jimmy circled around front, his flashlight shooting crazy reflections off the walls. Before she knew what was happening, he had his pants off and was sitting on the floor in front of her, legs apart. The flashlight beam wavered on his erect cock.
Teresa closed her eyes. Jimmy grabbed her hair and made her open them again. She was pulled forward until her lips touched the hot head of his cock.
"Nnoooo," she moaned. Jimmy pinched her throat to make her open up. His shaft went against her teeth as he fucked his way in.
"Ghaaaaa," she choked, her knees swinging off the floor as Al fucked her pussy to the hilt from behind. Jimmy's cock was tickling her throat now. She tried to cough it out, her hands pushing against his thighs and belly.
"Let's give her a shot of cum together, Jimmy," Al said. Terry couldn't believe what was happening. She could feel that huge cock deep inside her belly. And Jimmy had grabbed her head and was pulling her down over his crotch. She jerked back, but Jimmy just pulled down once more and his cock speared across her fluttering tongue and into her throat.
The position seemed to excite him. Her elbows were on each side of his hips, the spit dripping from the corners of her lips as she felt Al let go in her pussy. A warm glow filled her as the man ground his seed deep.
"You lovely little bitch," he gasped, hand clutching at her slim hips, "I'm gonna kidnap you and keep you in my bedroom."
"Like hell you are!" said Nat, lurching through the broken door. Terry could see old Charlie behind him.
"Get 'em, Nat," the old man yelled.
Nat already had Al Davis by the shirt and was jerking him up. His cock slipped from Terry's cunt with a loud smacking sound. Jimmy let go her hair.
"Okay," Nat spit, "get out of here. Both of you."
"It's my Goddamn storeroom," Al Davis gasped, trying to get his pants up.
"But that's my niece," Nat replied, and pushed the man up against the wall. Jimmy was already scrambling out of the door. Al followed as Nat helped Teresa to her feet. She was trembling. She hugged her uncle and sobbed. Charlie was scratching around on the floor, the flashlight beams skittering here and there as he scooped up the loose bills. He folded them all together and pressed them into her hand.
"Might as well have something for all they put you through," he said, petting her head. Terry closed her fingers around the cash.
"I want to thank you for getting me, Charlie," Nat said.
"That's okay. I hate to see a young girl messed over." He straightened himself. "She needs somebody to watch over her."
"That's what I mean to do right now," Nat said, pulling Teresa toward the door.
"It... it really got to me," Roger said, "to see that big oaf on top of you. I just lost my head, I guess." He dabbed at the blood on his knuckle. Janey was holding a wet rag against the swollen place under one of her brother's eyes.
"I'm glad you ran him off," she said. It wasn't altogether a lie. Hank had been pretty rough. But she'd enjoyed his brutal loving too... enjoyed it more than she could tell Roger now. She'd thrown a blanket around her nakedness. When Roger had come in and started raising hell, something in her mind had snapped back into place. She could see now that there was no future in hanging around her Uncle Nat's place any longer. Oh, she'd learned plenty. Things she'd never, ever forget. In fact she thought of her life as really just beginning. But she didn't plan to spend it indulging in incest.
"Jane," Roger began, "I've been thinking." He put his hands on her shoulders as if to pull her close.
"I've been thinking too. I'm going to get showered and dressed and you're going to take me to the bus station."
He looked at her like she was crazy. "What about Terry?"
"Terry can take care of herself. She never needed me to begin with."
"But maybe I need you."
"No, I'm going back to Hainsville before I end up sleeping with Uncle Nat. After you took me to bed, if seems as though I can't stop thinking about."
"Hey, let me take that shower with you."
"No," Janey insisted, rising and wrapping the blanket tighter. "I've had enough sex for one day." She hurried to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Her bean pounded and her hands shook. She was thinking of how lovely Roger's cock might feel inside her. But at least her hysteria was gone. She had things fairly together in her head. If only she could get that bus before Nat found out and tried to stop her. Yes, she was thinking of how close he'd come that first night in the Warton hotel. She knew it would be hard to resist his charm now. Especially since she knew what fucking felt like.
She washed hurriedly and dressed as Roger hung around in the kitchen drinking beers. He'd used the phone, but she couldn't tell who he'd been talking to. When at last she was ready, she carried her bag to the front room. Roger stood as if hypnotized.
"You look like something from heaven."
"I guess that's a compliment," she laughed, turning slowly in her white lace dress. She'd put on a simple string of pearls and brushed her hair down straight. White gloves added to the aura of purity that she radiated.
"Sure you want to go borne?" Roger asked, secretly adjusting the erection that had sprouted in his jeans.
"I'm sure."
Roger seemed so nervous at the bus station. As if he were expecting someone to arrive any second. Janey began to grow nervous too. She had her ticket and was waiting for the boarding call when her wont fear materialized. Uncle Nat pushed through the glass door of the terminal. Roger was talking to him, pointing her way.
Jane was about to hand her ticket to the driver when Nat grabbed her arm.
"Cotta talk to you, baby," he said, eyes twinkling.
"You don't want to talk," she snapped, pulling away. "You want..." Her face went red. The bus driver seemed amused.
"Come on," her uncle insisted, pulling her to the side. He looked around as if searching for a place to talk. Jane found herself being dragged to a phone booth. With the door closed she was pressed up against Nat's warm body. He dialed a number, asked to be connected with a room and then tilted the receiver so Janey could overhear the other end of the conversation. She could hardly believe it when Teresa's voice came through the line.
"Oh, Nat, hurry back, darling... I'm climbing the walls."
"So you like Uncle Nat, do you?"
"Ohhhh, Nat, I never knew what fucking really was until you..." There was a long sigh and Janey blushed and attempted to get the door open. Nat held her against his body. His hand was working up under her white dress. Janey groaned as a finger gently petted the damp nylon crotch of her panties.
"Are you coming back soon?" Terry asked.
"I'll try to," Nat said into the phone. "I've got a little something to take care of first." He winked at Jane. She turned her head and tried again to escape from the booth. Nat pushed aside the flimsy panty-crotch, and his finger slid up into her body. With a gasp, Jane slumped against his chest. Her will had evaporated. She was unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his hairy chest.
"I want to know what it's like too," she babbled. "Oh, Nat... oh, God!"
Roger came over to the booth and Nat said something to him. Janey was too hot to pay much attention. Something about Terry and a motel. Her mind spun. Had the mere touch of her uncle's hand had such an effect on her that she was helpless to resist his desire?
Then she knew that if that was the case, there were things in her mind she had not yet become fully conscious of.
"We'll go join Roger later," Nat said.
"He told you I was going home, didn't he?" she gasped, feeling her uncle's finger plunge deeper in her pussy.
"Yep, good old Rog. He's like a son to me. And he knew I had some things to tell you before I could let you get away." Nat kissed her then, and Janey felt a hand at the small of her back as her uncle finger-fucked her at the same time. Wasn't someone going to know what they were doing? Jane didn't even care. Nat pushed her hand down the front of his jeans. She shivered as her fingers traced the hot, bulging shape of his cock.
"Don't you want that inside you?" he whispered.
"Oh, yesss," she whimpered, licking her lips hungrily.
"Well, then, what are we waiting for?" he said, pulling his finger from her hole in a teasing way. Then Nat opened the door of the phone booth and dragged her behind him.
Chapter Eight
Terry had drowsed off. All that beer needed some sleeping off. But someone had come in. She could hear him undressing. It had to be Nat. Thank God he'd pulled the curtains before leaving. Teresa didn't think she could ever stand to see the sun again.
"Mmmmmm... Nat?"
There was no answer, but the bed swayed as someone slid in. Terry kept her head half buried under the pillow. A warm palm smoothed her naked asscheeks. She quivered with sexual energy. It was the perfect cure for a hangover.
"Feels good... mmmmmm!"
Now someone was kissing her back, now her side. She put out her hands to search down his body. His cock was rigid. With a little laugh she scooted down to his crotch. Terry still hadn't opened her eyes. The head of Nat's cock slipped between her lips and she sucked it against the roof of her mouth, fluttering her tongue wildly against the underside of it until he grunted loudly. But it didn't sound like Nat. And the head of the cock in her mouth was shaped differently now that she thought about it. Her eyes were open now.
Roger's hands caught the back of her head, and he jabbed his prick deeper.
"Yeah, Terry, it's me." His face was flushed with pleasure. "God, don't stop sucking now."
"Ghuuuuh!" Terry writhed and kicked her legs, but her brother rolled her over. She stopped sucking and tried to crawl away. Roger laughed and pinned her wrists to the bed, wiggling his hips between her thighs. The tip of his cock brushed her downy, damp cuntlips.
"Roger, I didn't know it was you. I..."
"Nat told me to come take care of you, and since that time we danced and made out, I've been wondering if I'd ever get a chance to get a cock in you."
"You almost did," she gasped, "and that was bad enough... what we did in the truck that night." Terry squirmed her hips. Her brother's cock pressed harder against her warm slit. It was starting to be forced apart. She was in a panic. But it felt good too.
"Naaaaa," she whimpered as her oily fluids smeared across the head of Roger's cock.
"You're really burning up," he groaned, closing his eyes from the pleasure. Teresa knew how velvet smooth the inner surfaces of her cuntlips were. It was no wonder that Roger looked so ecstatic as he dared to dip deeper. Her slim hips trembled as her clit was pressed under his gentle rubbing.
"Don't, Roger. We can't fuck!"
"You fucked Nat. He's your uncle..."
Terry's face reddened. "You're my brother!" She bit her bottom lip as Roger slipped his cocktip down her juicy crevice. She wiggled her ass furiously, digging her heels into the bed to push herself away from that hot, hard thing that threatened to spear her dripping cunt.
"God, Terry... all the time I never saw you... and you grew up." He pushed his cockhead in an inch. As her pussy muscles stretched around the streamlined shape, she gasped. "Nnuhhhh!"
"Yeah. You know it feels good. And you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
"Roger!"
"Feel it going in? Feel it, Terry? Oh Jesus, you're soft and slick and tight... Terry..."
"God... I can feel you... ahhh, if Mama knew."
"To hell with Mama. To hell with everybody. Just you and me... stop trying to get away."
"Roger... Rogerrrr... ohunhhhh!"
Her brother's cock was penetrating her inch by ecstatic inch. She had stopped trying to get away now. Her cuntlips were swollen wide on each side of Roger's rigid cock. And as he moved in and out there was a sucking, slurping sound of tender young pussy being fucked by a virile male prick. The sound entranced Teresa. She'd never heard it so completely, never felt the sweet penetration so completely. Her sharp heels edged up her brother's ass as she dug her nails into his shoulders.
"Ohhhh, Roger, God it is good!"
"Baby... my baby sister!" He kissed her then, a hot, intense kiss. Terry sucked hungrily at his tongue, working her hips now, grunting as the pleasure burst from her senses.
"This is really fucking, this is really what it's all about," she babbled. Her asscheeks tightened as Roger fucked her to the hilt. She tightened the muscles of her pussy around the thick base of his cock, sucking at his shaft with her feverish, slick folds. Roger grabbed handfuls of her hair. She knew his balls were already raging. As she pressed her immature breasts up against his body, her hard little nipples telegraphed her own excitement.
"Hold me Roger... ohhhhh, God... hold me!"
"Aren't they beautiful?" Nat whispered. Janey trembled in his arms. They'd crept into the adjoining room just as Roger and Terry's passion inched its height. Now Janey was watching her sister writhe and squirm and sink her teeth into her brother's shoulder.
"God, there's my brother and sis."
"And I'm your uncle," Nat laughed. "What does all this make you think?"
"How bad I want to fuck."
"We might disturb them."
"They won't even hear." Janey felt Nat slip her white dress off her shoulders. Then she leaned over the edge of the second bed as he slid her panties down. Nat was putting a rubber on.
"Push it in quick, Nat! Ohhhh, do it quick!"
Then her lips curled back from her teeth as she felt her hair-fringed pussy part for her uncle's cock. She slipped a hand under her belly to touch the spot where she was being fucked. Yes, she could feel her juice covering her uncle's cockhead now. That fleshy barb felt slick as he nudged it forward into the dainty velvet crevice.
"Ohhhhhh... Nat... let me guide it in," she gasped, her long fingers fumbling at the glossy crown. A groan from the other bed made Janey look up. Teresa's ass bounced and danced under Roger's plunging hips. Janey realized how silly it'd been for their mother to send them off for the summer. Terry was obviously the kind of girl who would figure out a way to have sex no matter where she was. And Janey realized that Teresa's constant interest in the erotic had spread to her, too. As Nat's cock pushed deeper into her body, Jane decided it was for better.
Roger was fucking his sister so wildly now that his cock came free from her body once. Jane glimpsed the red, raw shine of it, and then it speared her young sister's pussy again. Terry yelped and rubbed her clit against her brother's body with vicious, frantic movements. Her eyes were shut, her face reflecting the thrilling agony she felt between her legs.
Jane reached further and found Nat's balls. They were heavy in her palm as she squeezed the sac. Nat grunted and stopped moving as she caressed his orbs. She could feel the rolled edge of the rubber too, just an inch away from the hungry wetness of her pussy.
Then Nat started to fuck her again. He fucked slowly, deeply. His belly rubbed her ass. She drooled against the bed. Her uncle's hands grasped her hips as he shoved to the hilt. Her juices streamed down his balls as she lifted her head to make hot sounds of love. Nat bit the nape of her neck, plunging faster now, their breathing louder as Jane felt her body come alive to every touch. Janey was about to come.
Already Teresa had finished. Her young body lay tangled in Roger's embrace. Jane could see his sap dribbling from Terry's cunt as his cock shriveled. Then Janey felt the itching madness explode between her own thighs. She clawed the bed as her uncle really put it to her, his rubber bulging with creamy froth.
And Jane knew she would stay in Warton for the rest of the summer. She and Teresa were both staying. And while she was there, Janey had every intention of fucking her brains out.
