When Teresa pulled into the yard, several men from the sawmill were standing around. She wondered what had happened, why they weren't up working. She slammed the pickup door and started past them towards the house. The biggest, the same man who'd spoken to her at the mill her first day there, stepped out.
"Looks like your sis went and lost her mind or something," he said, sucking on a toothpick.
"What do you mean?"
"She went and tore up her room, that's what. Your uncle had to come over here and quiet things down. She was breaking up the furniture and I don't know what all." He acted like he was about to laugh. "Seems though your brother had something to do with it. He came back to the mill looking pretty worked up. It was about an hour after that when old Larry looked over to see a chair flying out of that upstairs window." This time he gave in to the laugh. Another man shook his head and spit. Everybody looked at the broken upstairs window as if something else might come flying out any moment.
"Where is she now?" Terry said, her voice breaking.
"Oh, your Uncle got her hog-tied I imagine. That's the only way to handle a hysterical woman, don't cha know?"
As Teresa pushed past the big man he gave her a slap on the ass. She wanted to say something but hurried on instead, hurried upstairs to her sister's bedroom. Uncle Nat met her in the hall.
"She's okay now," he said, "she's resting. I gave her something strong to drink and that seemed to settle her nerves."
"What happened anyway? What made her…"
"I don't know, Terry. I just don't know." But Teresa thought she saw something funny in her uncle's expression. He bit his lip in thought then looked up. "Maybe she's homesick."
"Jane is a little too old to be that homesick." Terry shoved a hand in her pocket, felt the fifty dollar bill. She quickly let it go again. She wasn't in such hot mental shape herself. She wished things were as simple as they'd beep back in Hainsville.
But things hadn't been that simple there either.
Uncle Nat went to the window to call to the men gathered by the house. Terry heard him tell them to go on home since it was almost quitting time anyhow. This seemed to please everybody concerned and they drifted away to where their cars were parked. For some reason Teresa watched the big man. He stopped in the grass halfway to the mill and pulled out his cock. A funny thrill went through her as she watched the yellow stream arc out from his cock. It was the biggest cock she'd ever seen in her life! The man pulled his fly closed and swaggered to his pickup. She could almost remember his name… yes, it was Hank. Hank Herbert. She turned from the window with a little tremble. It had occurred to her that men like that liked to pay for a woman's body. A lot of things were occurring to her. And she wasn't sure she could handle them either.
"Let's have a drink," Nat said, wiping his head with his handkerchief. "You're old enough now I guess to learn about liquor." She followed him downstairs.
"You wouldn't let me drink the other night," Teresa teased.
"That was in a public place," he said, dragging a bottle from the sideboard by its neck. "Brandy okay?" Teresa shrugged as she flopped down on the sofa.
"Fine, I guess. I don't know anything about that stuff." She was thinking. Thinking about what her uncle and sister had been up to when they snuck away from the bar that night. Nat poured some amber-looking stuff in a glass and set it before her. It burned going down, but a wonderful warmth spread in her belly. She liked it better than she'd expected. "Where's Roger?"
"He was acting funny. Said he wanted to walk in the woods and think." Nat sipped his own Brandy. "I don't know what happened up here, but I think Roger may have had something to do with it."
"Roger?" Terry was pretending to be innocent of any knowledge concerning Jane and Roger.
"Aw, hell, I don't know." He drank more booze. "Let me fill you up." He held out the baffle.
"I haven't finished this yet."
"That's okay, here." Terry watched him add another inch of Brandy. She sipped. The glow was quickly changing her mood. She closed her eyes and relaxed against the sofa back. She was thinking about money again. About men with money in their hands… looking at her naked body. She giggled.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing." She cocked her head at her uncle. "Uncle Nat, would you answer a personal question?"
"Shoot."
"Well, it's about men… and women. I mean, uh…"
"Do you want me to drag it out of your pants?" Teresa cleared her throat. "When a man wants… a woman had enough, does he fall in love?"
"Not automatically," Nat said.
"If he gives her money, does that mean he doesn't love her?"
"Not necessarily," he told her. Teresa took a big gulp from her glass.
"Some expert you are."
"I didn't say I was an expert," Nat laughed. His face grew serious then. He put an arm around her shoulders. "You sure have gotten pretty, you know that?"
"Thank you. Oh, God, this Brandy is fun!" She finished her glass and held it out for more. Nat uncorked the bottle and let a few glugs pour in. Teresa was a little giddy. She wondered how much of an effect she was having on her uncle. In a female kind of way. Did Nat think she was sexy? Or just another pretty little girl?
"Would you pay someone for sex?" she blurted then broke into giggles. That Brandy was something else.
"Sure. I've done it."
"Would you pay someone… like me? I mean if you didn't know me and all," she quickly added. Nat gave her a look. She had the uncomfortable feeling that he was undressing her with his eyes. Or was it a comfortable feeling? She laughed and drank more Brandy.
"I'd pay for you." He didn't smile. "I'd pay for even a kiss."
"How much?" she teased, puckering her mouth close to his. Nat reached his wallet out and put a five dollar bill on the coffee table. With a squeal, Terry grabbed it and shoved it into her pocket. Then she pushed her soft mouth out and closed her eyes. She was having trouble keeping a straight face. But Nat wasn't just playing games. He grabbed her shoulders roughly and pulled her against him. It wasn't just a quick peck. It was a smothering, wet kiss. Teresa trembled as Nat's tongue snaked between her teeth. He worked her head back until she was panting through her nostrils. Fire shot through her belly every bit as powerful as the Brandy. She gave a whimper of surrender as his lips writhed against hers. She was taken up by the utter passion of the kiss, swept into her uncle's hunger. When he let her go, she fell back, eyes rolling. She put a finger to her lips where he'd devoured her.
"God!" she breathed. Nat was reaching in his wallet again. Another five spun down on the table. She stared dazedly at the bill.
"Go ahead and pick it up," he dared, "I'm still not satisfied." Something inside her made Teresa reach out and take the bill. She wasn't giggling anymore. She looked at her uncle as he reached out for her again.
"Ohhh, Uncle Nat…" This time the kiss was softer. But it was deeper, sexier. She melted against his body as his hands rubbed up and down her back. She felt him fumble at the buttons of her short blouse, couldn't stop him. It fell away from her shoulders and he began to feast upon the soft, tan flesh in the hollow of her neck. Terry felt a moment of panic as she always did at the very beginning. But the panic always passed. Even though she knew this was her very own uncle kissing her, she couldn't think about being afraid.
Not with his hot lips inching towards one of her breasts. She managed to look down just as he pushed the quivering cock into his mouth.
"Uncle Nat! Ohhh, Jesus Christ!"
"You like that?" he breathed, sucking the swell in again.
"Like it? I think I'm gonna die, it feels so good!"
"Course we won't tell anybody about us…" He licked the pink nipple and smiled when it bulged from the soft circle of flesh. Then with a growl, he nibbled at the delicate flesh again, letting her feel his teeth now.
Teresa scratched her nails against the nape of his neck. She'd seen that in movies. And Nat seemed to like it. He danced his tongue across her nipple until she was squirming around on the sofa.
"You're so young and soft," he told her, a hand working at the button of her denim cut-offs. Terry blushed. She'd put in a tampax before driving home and since it was the first time she'd used anything like that, she was uncomfortable knowing that her uncle's searching fingers would soon discover the little string hanging from between her cuntlips. This started her thinking deeper too… about what she was letting happen. Nat was her kin, after all. A hell of a lot closer than her cousin Darren and that had been a bad enough thing to do.
"Uncle Nat, I think we'd better stop!"
"How come, sweetheart? I'm not going to hurt you."
"Roger might come back. And Jane is just upstairs. I don't feel right about it anyway. You being my…" – she dropped her eyes – "…you… uncle."
"I really don't give a shit about that kind of crap," Nat said, rubbing her belly. "I look at your flat little stomach and those pretty little tits and baby I go bananas!"
"You really think I'm pretty?"
"You damn right I do!" He gave her a hot look. "Honey, I'd let you pee in my mouth."
Terry giggled. If she hadn't been drinking Brandy, she might have blushed. Or maybe she was blushing and laughing too. She couldn't really tell.
"Nat, you've had too much Brandy."
"But not enough of you," he whispered romantically, his rubbing hand slipping further down her abdomen. She grabbed his wrist, but there was no contest. She felt his fingers teasing over her blonde down. Then he was dividing the soft plumpness, searching for her cit.
"Nat… stop… it's my period!" This time she really did blush. Nat chuckled and gave her a long look.
"I can tell you're getting stubborn. Especially after you had a taste of hard cold cash." His eyes were amused. As if he considered her a sweet, mischievous child. "You're insatiable," he drawled, kissing her short, upturned nose, "and you're sin on a stick too. The prettiest little chunk of sin I ever laid eyes on." He dug in his wallet and tossed two twenty-dollar bills on the table. Teresa eyed them greedily. She was trying to add up all the money she'd collected the past few days. And she hadn't asked for one red cent. Her hand shot out and she pocketed the cash. She knew what that meant of course. Her uncle took a deep breath and wiped a hand across his mouth.
"Baby I'm gonna do you like you've never been done and then some…"
"Not here Nat. We can't do it here." Her voice was trembling with anticipation. And there was a little fear too. By the way her uncle's jeans were swelled out she knew he had to be hung like a mule.
"My room." Nat got up. "I'll go look in on Jane and maybe even leave this bottle by her table." He laughed. "That'll keep her busy while we…" He laughed again and ran his tongue over his lips. Teresa tugged on her braids. She couldn't explain the hunger she felt for her forty-year-old uncle. But it was real. And she could hardly wait for him to seduce her.
"I want to jump in the shower real quick," she said. Nat patted her trim ass as she bounced out of the room. She was trembling all over as she got a towel from the linen closet and went to the downstairs bathroom. She stifled the water running and undressed leisurely before the minor. Her slender legs seemed longer than ever now. She was growing taller by the day. And her breasts were slightly plumper than before, the nipples more mature-looking. That was from all the mouths that had been sucking at them, she guessed. She fluffed the tiny triangle of blonde down that didn't quite cover her slit. It wasn't much, but men seemed to like it.
She stepped carefully into the big bathtub and punched the big shower button. As the hot spray began to sting her shoulders she jerked the curtain closed and grabbed a bar of soap. The bathroom door opened. She could see the dark shape through the translucent plastic curtain. She rubbed thick lather over her breasts and belly.
"Nat? Is that you?" The curtain was thrust back and somebody stepped in with her. Nat of course. He was so naughty. "We shouldn't do this right in the house, Nat…" She had her eyes closed as she rubbed soap over her freckled nose. A hand curled around her belly and drew her ass back against a hard, upjutting cock. She looked down at the hand and knew immediately that it wasn't Nat at all. The hand was huge and hairy and there was a big ring on one finger. Nat wore no rings.
"Been waiting for you, baby," the man said, a heavy voice like a bear might have. Teresa knew immediately that it was Hank Herbert, the giant of a man who worked at the mill… the one who'd said those lewd things to her that first day. The one she'd watched pee in the field.
"Nooo! What are you doing here!"
"Come to give you some real chunk of meat," he laughed, rubbing his throbbing cock up between the cheeks of her ass. She tried to turn but Hank's grasp was like an iron trap. His chest was massive, his belly hard as rack. She felt like a rabbit in the clutches of a coyote. She opened her mouth to scream. Hank's big hand clamped over it, "I don't want none of that," he growled. His hand was replaced by something silky. Her panties! He'd ripped them up to use as a gag. As he bound the torn nylon behind her head, she began to sob.
"I ain't gonna do nothing bad," he said, grabbing the soap from her fright-clenched fingers. "I know you're too little to take me the right way." He rubbed the soap up between her asscheeks. The lather foamed against her soft skin. She whimpered all the harder. If he tried to ram his cock up…
As easily as if she were a sack of flour, Hank lifted her by the waist and pressed her quivering bottom back against the huge head of his cock. She could feel the size and heat of it. It was like someone pressing the big end of a baseball bat against her rectum. Her small feet flailed the air as she grasped his wrists frantically to keep herself from falling face forward in the tub. But Hank was strong enough to hold her up like that as she rubbed her convulsing bottom back against his prick. The soap-slickened head seemed to compress as he forced it into her taut, small ass. The strangest feeling swept over her.
"Mmmmmnnnhhhaaa!" she moaned through the gag of her panties. And then her guts opened suddenly and his cock slid inside. She was skewered, kicking air. Hank pulled her back against his body as he pumped with his hips. She felt that monstrous shaft easing deeper… deeper. She tried to call him a sonofabitch, but it came out just a smothered groan. The feeling of pain was replaced by another sensation she couldn't explain. It was a tension around her pussy… where the flesh was being stretched by the pressure of that plunging cockhead in her guts. She was actually getting excited by having it in the ass!
"This is gonna be good, honey," Hank said. His big fingers sunk into the softness of her belly. "And when I'm through at this end, I'm gonna have me supper between your legs." Teresa struggled and tried to say something but the crotch of her panties choked off her words. Between the soapy cheeks of her firm bottom, Hank's cock speared in and out.
Janey heard the steps in the hall. She was thirsty… an awful taste in her mouth. Her head was full of strange images, strange dreams. She could hardly separate the real from the imagined any more. Or did it even matter? She'd been lying there naked, her finger deep inside her cunt. Someone tapped outside her door. She eased her finger from between her outer lips. It made her moan to feel it sliding out, to feel her muscles closing and clasping behind. She brushed the finger across her upper lip. The glossy juice that was smeared there had a musky odor. She liked the smell. People paid good money for junk that didn't smell half so nice.
Weakly she staggered to her feet. She had a slight headache. The tapping came again. She turned the knob and peeked out.
"I brought you something," Nat said, swinging the bottle. Jane opened the door and let him in. He was looking at her body when she closed it and turned. Now she remembered. Nat had eaten her out in that hotel room in town. But he hadn't fucked her. Nice Nat. He was so considerate. He hadn't wanted to be the first. She frowned, then smiled. But he deserved something more than that.
"I'm glad you came," she said, pushing her big tits against him. He cleared his throat and made a weak attempt to leave. Juicy ran her hands down the front of his pants. His cock swelled in her palm as she massaged it.
"I'll pour you a little of this," he said, getting a glass. Janey took it from him with both hands and drank until she had to cough.
"God, that's better…"
"Why don't you slip on a robe," he suggested, putting the bottle on the dresser. Janey sipped her Brandy.
"I don't feel like it. What good are clothes to someone like me?" She looked at the lamp on the table. Its shade was twisted and torn. Someone had broken it. She had the strangest urge to break it again.
"I hope you don't get wild again," Nat said, drinking out of her glass, then handing it back.
"You mean I tore everything up?" she said, glancing around the disordered room.
"Yep." Nat cocked his head. "It was kinda fun while it lasted actually." Jane giggled. She giggled again. Then she laughed, a loud, haying laugh. She took another drink of whiskey and fell to her knees in front of her uncle. She tore at the buttons of his Levi's with frantic fingers.
"Hey baby, you better cool off, hadn't you?" He tried to catch her arms.
"Let me alone!" she hissed, jerking his fly open, digging for his cock. It came out half hard and she sucked it greedily into her mouth. She could tell he liked it. He moved his feet on the floor in a funny way and his breathing changed.
"Janey… Jesus Christ, you…"
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed, finding the expanding glans with her tongue. Site dragged his shaft deeper into her mouth… deeper. It was hot and firm and spongy. But the part behind the crown was getting hard. She fluttered her tongue furiously, watching her uncle clench his fists and then unclench them. As her mouth worked hungrily on his expanding prick, she got his pants the rest of the way loose and eased them down his thigh. When she pushed him backward, he couldn't catch himself and fell on his ass across the bed. Then she pulled her mouth from him only long enough to jerk off his boots and jeans. He was trying to push up onto his elbows when she pounced between his thighs again.
"Gotta eat you," she babbled, "gotta eat you all up!"
"Janey baby… are you sure you're okay?" But his voice faded as she got her lips around that throbbing tip again. It tasted lovely! She sucked it as deep as she could and then a little deeper. The spongy part tickled her throat, but she fought against the urge to gag. After a moment the choked feeling passed. She told herself to relax as she dropped her head further. The flared glans eased past her tonsils. Then she swallowed hard and the velvety lining of her throat closed around him.
"Ieeeeeee!" he grunted, his hips writhing on the bed. He let his hands brush against the sides of her head but they fell limp on the mattress. She sucked noisily at the wonderful hard thing that kept growing inside her mouth. She pushed her mouth up until only the very tip and lobes pressed against her bottom lip. Then with a sigh, she plunged down until her throat was gently stabbed again. Nat made strangling noises and began to tremble.
"Nhhhuuhh…" she moaned as she increased the tempo of her sucking. She let her head bob freely, fingering his balls with both hands. It was so big, his cock! And only then did Janey remember the time before when he'd put it inside her mouth. She was dizzy with the realization. The spongy firmness of the head seemed to throb against her soft licking. It had to be the most delicate thing on a man's body. She found the divide between the two plump lobes and wed the point of her tongue. Nat sounded like he was being tortured. But there was a plaintive, lusty enjoyment in the sound too.
"Janey… Janey baby, you can suck like… ohhh, shit!" She popped her mouth free.
"Will you come quick?" she asked, voice shy. She didn't know why she was shy about it. She couldn't remember if she'd ever been shy. That other Janey seemed like a stranger she'd met long ago.
"You damn right… and if you keep on like that, you're gonna have a mouthful."
"Will it make me sick or anything?"
"Naw… you've had it before, remember," Nat breathed, petting the sides of her head. Janey licked her lips and eased them down over his glossy crown again. The surface was feverish inside her mouth. It was glossy and smooth too. So smooth. She nursed it more gently now, rolling her tongue in slow circles against the blood-hot surface. It was that tip that seemed the most sensitive. When she sucked on it alone, Nat twisted and writhed on the bed. He really liked for her to flutter her tongue around the dark blue mushroomed edge. It was like a barb. A fleshy barb. And now it was suddenly pulsing… throbbing huge with each beat of her uncle's heart. But it was another rhythm she felt.
Above her fingers, above Nat's balls there was a pounding like another heart. She dug her nails into the swollen lump and made deep trough of her tongue. Slowly, tantalizingly, she pushed the trough back and forth over his cocktip, while her fingers massaged that other heart.
"Mhhuuuuhh… Janey… ohhhhh, suck me baby… suck me slow!"
Just her lips suckled around his bulging glans now, her tongue flicking him every so often. The first steamy spray of seed shot in her throat. She gulped it down without tasting it. But the second surge of cum frothed out thickly, sliding down into the hollow she made with her tongue. She let the stringy, slick stuff coat her teeth as she smacked it and sucked for more. It tasted just fine. She wanted more…
Nat was trying to lift his ass from the bed. He was trying to fuck himself deeper into her mouth. But Janey felt like teasing him. She let his lobes rest on her bottom lip as she gently nursed the creamy curds from his tip with her tongue. Then she suddenly plunged herself down on him, taking his glans to the back of her throat. Nat bubbled like a madman, but nothing more came out. Jane pulled her lips away just as another jet came.
"God… more?" She hadn't expected him to keep coming, but the stuff was spurting like an erupting volcano. She tried to grab his shaft with both hands to get her mouth on him again, but he was so slick with cum and spit that she had to lick the bubbling stuff from his tip. Finally she had him between her teeth again, nibbling and sucking and rolling her tongue furiously against the underside of his shaft.
Now Janey felt the trembling urge to have her body filled. She jacked the skin of Nat's cock, disturbed that her caresses seemed to be having no effect.
"It's getting soft again," she whined. "What's happening?"
"You gotta give me a little break, Janey honey," Nat said, trying to pull her hands away from his meat. "I'll be good as new in a little while."
"I don't want to wait a little while," she cried, straddling his wilting prick, trying to force the soft head up between her smoldering lips.
"Baby… it just ain't gonna work…"
She stepped away horn the bed, glaring at the limp cock that still oozed cream onto her uncle's thigh. Then she grabbed her robe and flung it around her shoulders. There had to be someone around who could take care of a girl in need. She pounded downstairs. Her eyes flashed as she went through the front room. For no special reason that she could think of, she kicked a chair over. It felt good.
There were noises coming from the back of the house. Water running, Jane staggered down the hall. The Brandy had her reeling. She felt like Wonder Woman. Her cunt had swollen up while she'd sucked Nat and now it dripped juice down the insides of her thighs as she hurried to find out what the sound was. Maybe Roger was around. Maybe she could find Roger.
"My brother," she laughed, really feeling the alcohol now. "I'd fuck my brother any old time." The words did something inside her head but she wasn't sure just what. All she could remember was the way Roger had loved her. Why had she gotten so mad? She'd freaked out, that's what. But now she wanted to find him, to tell him how much she loved him. Oh why couldn't she think straight anymore?
She bumped against the door of the bedroom, pushed it open. The bathroom door was closed but she could hear the shower going. It was Roger's room. It had to be him in there. She turned the knob quietly and eased the door open a crack. Jitney felt her heart lurch as the steam rolled out past her face. Maybe she was sleeping, dreaming again. But no! This was real. It was so real that her hands slipped under her robe to pry apart her swollen, tingling pussy.