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."