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.