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.
"You… you… awful, terrible… ohhh, Nat… nooooo!"
"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!
"Ohhhh… ohhhhh, don't stop now… never stop… never… ohhh, shit… ohhh, fuck!"
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.