Alma slued the car off the highway, then stopped under the trees so sharply that Cecil was thrown violently against her.
She can drive better than that, he thought, even if she hasn't been driving very long!
"I saw you and Blanche," said Alma very quietly, her voice tight but well under control. "I saw what you were doing to her."
Cecil felt the hard knot in his stomach begin to tighten. "Yes," he murmured. "I know that you saw us."
"If I told mom," Alma said, her voice sounding mean and vicious, "you'd be in trouble and mom'd be upset!"
Cecil closed his eyes. "I I wouldn't want to make mom upset," he whispered.
Alma, twisted her body on the car seat. Her left foot stayed on the floor, but her right leg went up high, over the top of the seat.
Cecil stared at her legs. The thin, silken hose ended halfway up her thighs, then there was a sea of whiteness which stretched up and up until it converged at a hairy apex.
Alma slid her bare buttocks toward Cecil, her fingers went between her thighs and parted wet, red lips… "All right," she mouthed, "if you can do it to Blanche, you can do it to me. Come on, Cecil kiss my cunt!"
Cecil let his head drop down. As his face got closer to Alma's flesh, he saw her fingers prying the lips open baring what Blanche called ‘her oozy little hole' and above, he saw the little lump move, just like Blanche's did, and he knew that when he gripped it with his teeth, tickled the tip of it with his tongue, Alma would get all hot and excited… Girls liked to have their wriggly lump sucked… they liked to have a tongue stuck into their oozy little holes, too… Girls, Cecil thought were pretty lucky!
Cecil sat on the straight – backed chair and stared in front of him. He didn't want to look toward the settee where Alma was sitting with her new boyfriend, Joe. Cecil didn't like Joe. Joe was big and strong and always trying to get hold of girls. Cecil couldn't understand why any girls wanted a boy tike Joe.
And now, Alma had got him. Alma, with her curvy, well – developed figure, looking much more than sixteen years old. She was pretty, Cecil admitted to himself. Not as pretty as Blanche though. He looked ahead of him, stared at his sister Blanche as she danced with Donna to the music from the record player.
Blanche was beautiful. At fourteen years of age, her brunette head of hair glistened with an electric vibrancy. Her lithe body gyrated in time to the music with a dynamic intensity of her own. Her face moved with revealing shadows of emotion as she mouthed the words of a song. She turned her head, fixed luminous eyes on Cecil's face as he stared at her. Then her mouth crinkled into a smile, she winked wickedly, brazenly, invitingly, and tossed her head, causing her hair to flare frenetically round her forehead as her eyes rolled toward the stairway and above with a devilish suggestiveness.
Cecil blushed. He knew what Blanche's mood implied. As soon as Donna was safely in bed, and Alma and Joe out of the way, she would…
His eyes rested on his younger sister for an idle moment. Donna would be more like Blanche than Alma, he thought. She was a brunette, not a blonde like Alma or his mother.
His mother! Cecil's eyes clouded. Ever since the awful afternoon when he had found his mother and Brad in her bedroom he felt a sick sensation in his stomach whenever his mother was out of his sight with Brad. She was with Brad now! They had gone to a show together in Brad's car.
Cecil tried to pull his mind away from his mother. He looked at Alma. She was blonde, too. Blonde and beautiful just like his mother.
Just like his mother! Would some horrible man try to push a monstrous, ugly prick into her? Cecil winced at the thought.
Joe! Cecil stared at Joe with a new dislike. Was that what Joe was wanting to do? He kept his gaze on Joe, heating him with his eyes, until the boy glanced up and asked idly, "Well, Cecil what's new with you?"
Cecil shook his head, got up without answering, and walked moodily to the glass – enclosed terrace. He opened the door and stepped out.
Joe turned to Alma, his eyebrows raised. "What's the matter with him?" he asked.
Alma smiled up at her beau. "Nothing," she murmured, parting her lips sweetly as she knew she was supposed to. "You know Cecil!"
"Yeah," muttered Joe with feeling, "I know Cecil!" He stared after the young boy, broodingly.
Cecil looked at the night, then sighed. The air was mild and balmy with a hint of spring in it, but Cecil was thinking of Joe and Alma. He knew that as soon as they were alone, Joe would kiss Alma, fondle her, try to slip his hand under her shorty skirt, squeeze his ringers between her thighs and… Cecil screwed shut his eyes, trying vainly to close out his thoughts. Why were men and boys such beasts?
"Hello," said Blanche, sliding up behind him, slipping her arm round his waist and squeezing him as though he were another girl.
He heard the sweet, sensually slick voice and turned with a slight smile on his face. Nobody else had a voice like Blanche's, he thought. Maybe she had a lot of other things that nobody else had…
He squeezed her hand affectionately, then his smile faded as he asked, "Did you see them?"
Blanche blinked her big, dark eyes at him. Yes," she nodded her head, then tried to steer Cecil's thoughts away from Joe and her sister. "Donna's gone up to bed," she murmured softly.
Cecil didn't answer, but he felt a tiny stirring flicker through his belly. He knew what Blanche was going to say next.
"You know somethin', Cecil?" she whispered. "I'm all oozy and wriggly." Her voice was breathless.
He moved his face close to hers and she kissed him wetly in the darkness. "You always are," he murmured.
She twisted her body like a small girl who wanted to go to the toilet, then murmured moistly, "Will you?"
Cecil knew what she wanted, but he liked to hear her say it. ''Will I what?" he asked, trying to sound innocent.
"Oh, you know," she hissed. "I mean kiss me?"
"Sure," Cecil whispered, turning his head and touching her cheek with his lips.
"Not that!" Blanche wriggled her body in impatience. "You know what I mean." Then she said it. "Will you kiss my little hole? Will you suck my oozy little thing?"
"Your little holey thing?" he asked, calling it what he'd called it so long ago. So long ago? How long was it since he'd first thrust his eager tongue into her hungry little body?
"Yesss!" she hissed wetly. "My oozy, holey little thing! You remember, don’t you?"
"All right," he said. "You know you do whatever you want, Blanche… "He smiled at her gently.
"You're so sweet, Cecil," she mouthed demurely, then eagerly asked, "Where can we go?"
Where could they go? The thought flickered through Cecil's mind. They'd done it in her bedroom, his bedroom, the lounge, and the kitchen. Once, some strange urge had made him want to suck her on his mother's bed so she'd let him and loved it, as she always did. One time, they'd gone to the end of their short backyard garden and entered the lean – to shed…
Cecil's eyes slid to the window. Alma and Joe were still on the settee. Weren’t they going out tonight? Then he turned to Blanche, whispered, "The shed "
Then, hand in hand, they scurried down the garden path, to the dust and darkness in the lean – to shed. A discarded couch there made a comfortable pad, so Cecil dropped on his back with a smooth ease and familiarity that came from long practice.
How many times had he done this thing with Blanche? A shaft of dim moonlight penetrated the opening that sufficed as a window high on the wall of the lean – to; Blanche's buttocks shone whitely as she unclipped then unwrapped her skirt from around her hips. She never wears panties anymore! Cecil thought idly as she lifted a leg over him and straddled his body with her face toward his feet. Her head went down, and he watched her buttocks getting closer and closer to his face as she inched her way along his body. The cheeks of her bottom seemed to open and close with every small movement of her body.
Absently, he lifted a finger, touched the small star that nestled in the cleft between the wriggling buttocks.
Blanche giggled wetly. "Don't tease," she mouthed, enjoying it.
Her thighs gripped his cheeks gently, and he watched with interest the lips of her wriggly little hole opening above his face. Then Blanche let herself come down, softly and wetly with a low squelching sound. Cecil's tongue slid out…
Blanche closed her eyes, slicked her tongue over her lips as she felt Cecil thrust in. This part she liked!
Cecil's tongue squeezed between her vaginal lips, pushed in deeply. He slued it around in the way that Blanche had told him she liked, then withdrew it gently, slowly. It was covered with a thin film of vaginal moisture. Cecil savored it and liked the taste! He thrust his tongue in again, harder this time, keeping it in longer, reaching to the farthest corner of her developing vagina that was possible for him to touch with his tongue. Blanche groaned softly, so he withdrew his tongue, sucked the wet tissue drawing in a mouthful, caressing it with his tongue then pushing it out, thrusting it into her vagina as far as he could.
"Now now my itty lump " Blanche whispered, writhing her buttocks in anticipation.
Cecil's teeth delicately clasped on her clitoris. His tongue touched the tip. It weaved with tensile excitement. His lips encircled her oozy little hole, his tongue slid in, slipped out, went onto her clitoris and teased it, then thrust into the wetness of her cunt again.
"Faster," Blanche mouthed. "More – "
The saliva dribbled out of the corners of Cecil's mouth; his lips pulled frantically on the soggy tissue around Blanche's cunt; his tongue caressed the tiny, tortured tip of her frenetic clitoris… Then the moans began. They bubbled from Blanche's lips in a high stream of sound. She writhed her flesh with involuntary tremors, dragging her moist cunt off Cecil's mouth, then plunging it down again with sticky intensity. Her vaginal lips sprang open, clenched shut, with each spasmodic burst of orgasmic excitement. Cecil felt the sweat pouring off his forehead, shook his head slightly without ceasing his oral manipulations then blinked open his eyes and stared into the dimness… at Alma standing at the half – open door of the lean – to. Her eyes were riveted on Blanche's bubbling, spasming cunt.
For a brief, awful moment Cecil's mouth stopped moving. Alma's eyes moved down, rested on his. Then Blanche mewed, "Don't stop, Cecil! Don't stop!" Her voice arced high. "Cecil! Don't stop!" And as Cecil sucked with an instinctive reaction, Alma dropped her eyes, then moved softly back from the lean-to's door.
"Oooh, Cecil " Blanche moaned with a groan of relief, " I had an an iggly squiggly!"
He leaned back, breathed deeply as Blanche eased her satiated little body off his sweating flesh.
"I had a real iggly squiggly!" she mouthed. The lips of her cunt were still opening and closing spasmodically after her orgasm her real iggly squiggly! as she leaned down, kissed Cecil wetly on his cheek, then whispered her usual words: "You're so sweet, Cecil so, so sssweet!"
He watched as she wrapped her skirt around her sexed – up little body, wondered whether he should tell her about Alma, decided to wait, and walked with her, hand in hand, back through the garden and onto the terrace.
Alma was sitting in the lounge by herself when they entered. She glanced up, fixed an intense stare on Blanche's too – bright eyes, flushed face, and jerky, trembling movements.
"We we've been walking," Blanche panted quickly, though Alma had not spoken. "It's so nice tonight " she smiled slyly at Cecil, then murmured, "I I'm going up to bed." She scurried to the stairway, began to sidle up, then paused, caught Cecil's eye, and gave him a wink. Then, after she had spewed out her lips, lewdly, suggestively, her rounded legs flashed as she streaked up to her bedroom.
Cecil looked at Alma apprehensively. "I I guess I’ll go to bed, too " he began, but Alma interrupted him.
"Joe's gone," she said, then: "Mom went out in Brad's car so her car is out front." She paused and there was an expression in her eyes that Cecil had never seen before. "I have my permit now," Alma added softly. "I'm going out for a short drive." She met Cecil's eyes boldly, then said, "Come with me!"
She rose to her feet and moved toward the front door. Cecil glanced toward the upstairs hall, but Blanche was out of sight. So he followed Alma to the door like an obedient little brother.
For the second time in the same night Cecil thrust his tongue into the wet inner regions of a female's body.
It was the second time that he sucked at the wriggly little, oozy little hole of his sister. But not the same sister!
Alma was older than Blanche, but she wriggled her bottom in the same excited way. She opened and closed her thighs with the same jerky, excited movements that Blanche had used and her moans of delight when he seized her little lump between his teeth and licked it, tickled it, and teased it were just a little deeper, just a little louder than the noises that Blanche made when he did the same thing.
"Suck, suck, suck Cecil!" She spewed the words at him, gripping his face between her wet, pulsing thighs; then the groans gutturalized out of her throat, she smothered his face with the wide squashiness of her clinging cunt, and thrust herself downward with a strength that Blanche did not possess. "Oh, you little prick, Cecil you sucking, lovely little prick!" she muttered when he finally fell back exhausted.
He heard her words with confusion and anger. How could she call him that? Blanche told him that prick was the name of the long, ugly thing that… "Don't call me that, Alma," he bleated, his voice sounding higher than he intended.
"What?" Alma asked. "What, Cecil?" Her voice was soft and tender. She didn't sound mad at him at all anymore.
"Don't call me prick!" he piped.
Alma smiled down at him, then stretched out her hand, stroked his face. "All right," she said, still smiling. "If you don't like it I won't call you that!" She pulled him upright, then leaned her face toward him, kissed him on the mouth.
He drew back, embarrassed. "My mouth " he murmured. "You shouldn't have kissed my mouth!"
"Why not?" Alma's eyes opened wide.
"Not when I I’ve just been kissing you there!" He reached down, touched the corner of her still wet, still pulsating vagina.
Alma laughed. "That doesn't matter." She took his face between her hands, kissed him gently, then more deeply.
Cecil let her tongue probe into the secret corners of his mouth. He liked it. He liked it even more because he knew that Alma liked it, too.
Suddenly Alma drew her face back and looked down at him. "Did Blanche tell you not to kiss her on the mouth when you've been kissing her cunny?" she asked.
"Her cunny?" Cecil stared at Alma's face.
Alma slid her hand down. "Her here," she said, touching her little hole. "Her cunny, her cunt, or whatever she calls it."
"Her oozy little hole," said Cecil helpfully.
"All right," Alma said, "her oozy little hole if that's what she calls it. Now tell me, did she tell you not to kiss her on the mouth after you've sucked her her oozy little hole?"
"Yes," Cecil admitted shyly.
"Alma laughed softly, murmured to herself. Then suddenly she became very serious. "Listen, Cecil," she said. "Don't ever tell Blanche don't ever tell anyone what we've been doing!"
"Oh, I won't, Alma!" Cecil sounded shocked at the idea. "I wouldn't tell anyone that "
"You'd better not," said Alma grimly; then her tone of voice changed. "You're very sweet, Cecil. That was nice," she told him, smiling.
He smiled up at her. He'd thought she was going to be mad at him; instead, she was so pleased.
"When you’ve sucked on Blanche's her oozy little hole " Alma said, remembering the name, " and made her " she looked at Cecil, then said, "come? When you’ve made her come "
"You mean have an iggly squiggly," corrected Cecil.
Alma sighed. "Have an iggly squiggly," she murmured. "Does she she do something to you?"
Cecil's eyes opened wide. "Oh, no," he said. "What could she do? I don’t have an oozy little hole… " Then he simpered, adding, "Not there."
"What about here?" asked Alma. Her hand slid down to his crotch and she squeezed the softness gently.
Cecil's voice came from high in his throat. "Oh, nooo oh nooo, Alma. Never "
Alma looked at his flushed face. "Would you like it?" she asked, her eyes extra – bright.
Cecil felt shocked. Alma was saying terrible things! "No, no, Alma," he murmured piously, "that would be awful?"
"Why?" asked Alma, sliding down the zipper on the front of his pants. "You used to like it when I washed you there when you were small."
Cecil flushed deeper, then gave a silly smile. "I still do," he murmured.
Alma stopped in the act of pushing her hand inside his open pants. "Still do?" she repeated in astonishment. "What do you mean? I don't bathe you anymore!"
Cecil smiled again. "Blanche does," he explained simply. "She gives me a a "special bath'!"
Alma let out her breath. "I just don't know what's been going on," she muttered in wonder. Then: "And, Cecil, when Blanche gives you a 'special bath' do you get a an iggly squiggly?" she asked.
He shook his head, sadly. "Not a squiggly," he said simply, '*maybe just a little iggly!"
"Just a little iggly!" Alma repeated; then she laughed.
Cecil flinched when Alma's hand went under his clothing, and he turned his face away in embarrassment when she lifted up his small, limp penis.
"It's so small," Alma murmured sadly, stroking it gently, softly, and sweetly.
Cecil closed his eyes. That was nice! Just as nice as when Blanche gave him a "special bath."
"I – I like – " he panted faintly.
Alma smiled down maternally at her innocent, young brother. She caressed his penis more determinedly, more quickly, but it barely increased in size. She sighed. She'd never make him come like this! Suddenly her eyes became excited and a new flush spread onto her cheeks. Cecil was lying back with his eyes closed tight as Alma bent her head, opened her mouth wide, then sucked in the little boy's penis.
"Alma!" squealed Cecil. "Oh, Alma – "
She sucked with careful, soothing movements of her lips and tongue.
Cecil's high cries quivered to a stop. He breathed deeply, jerkily. This was nice this was better than a "special bath." His soggy little thing was getting bigger!
Alma let the gradually growing penis slither from her lips. She looked at it with satisfaction. It was getting harder. She sucked it into her mouth again, getting a sensuous pleasure as the soft, gently hardening roundness of it slid between her lips. She nibbled the tip of it gently… Cecil squealed on a higher note. She sucked it again, softly, warmly, excitingly.
"Alma – " Cecil shrilled. "Suck, Alma – please suck "
She drew it into her mouth, spit it out, then drew it in and whirled her lips round the sides of it, making small lewd circles of passion with her tongue on the now stiff, trembling little shaft.
"Alma!" Cecil squealed. "I'm getting a a an iggly an iggly!"
She sucked strongly, feeling a wetness start on her thighs from her exertions, her excitement, her…
"Squiggly!" screamed Cecil. "Iggly squiggly!" His small buttocks pumped with frantic excitement as he experienced his first orgasm. "Iggly " he screamed, " squiggly!" His small back arched, he kicked his legs wildly, violently. "Iggly – iggly " he murmured more quietly, then sighed gently, " squiggly, Alma squiggly " and his penis, getting softer and smaller by the second, slid from Alma's saturated mouth. "I had an iggly squiggly," said Cecil tiredly and happily before he kissed Alma on the mouth.
She drew her mouth back after a long, deep, strangely satisfying kiss. She wriggled her body. Her skirt, still updrawn, slithered higher. She thrust her hand onto her belly as if she were holding something inside herself. "How would you like," she began carefully, striving to keep the excited flicker of anticipation from her voice, "to have an iggly iggly squiggly?"
Cecil wriggled at the thought. An iggly iggly squiggly! "How," he asked, curbing his eagerness, "could I have that?"
"By giving me an iggly," said Alma, carefully, "while I give you a squiggly!"
Cecil felt his breath come in small spurts at the thought. "Alma," he breathed, "I I'd like that!"
"You suck me while I suck you," Alma mouthed.
"Yesss," Cecil spurtted.
So Alma smiled at him, opened the car door and let him help her out. She took Cecil by the hand then and led her young brother into the woods.