"Uhhh! Uhh! Uhhh!" she screeched against my shoulder.
I spread my fingers under her tossing ass and shoved deep into her cunt just as the first rush of thick fuck cream frothed from the head of my cock. I fucked in and out of her steaming little pussy then, not caring for anything but the unbelievable feeling of her whisper-soft cunt against my exploding prick. Noting mattered but that one thing. Fucking! I wanted to go on fucking forever. Janey's cunt seemed to tighten down in rhythmic convulsions as she came. The old bed creaked and wallowed under us. Janey drove her fists against my back, babbling half-words into the moonlit room. I hugged her even tighter against me and fucked hard, planting each spurt of seed deep into her spasming cunt. Then we slowed down, panting, kissing, touching each other's bodies with our fingers to see if it was all real.
Then I drifted off into strange and uneasy dreams, my sister on the bed beside me, her cunt leaking hot jizz.
CHAPTER FOUR
Next morning when the sun coming through the window woke me, I was alone. There was a stain on the sheet and a long blonde hair on the pillow, but other than that, the whole thing might've been a dream. But it wasn't a dream and before I'd gotten my boots laced up, I was full of fear and self-loathing. My first real fuck, and it had been my own sister. Yet, in spite of the crappy way I felt, the thrills of the night before kept creeping in to taunt me. There wasn't any doubt about one thing: my first fuck had been the wildest thing I'd ever experienced in my life. But I was going to have to soft through my head and figure out how to cope with the guilt, how to stay away from Janey for the next two weeks.
When I walked into the kitchen, my sister was serving bacon and eggs to Jessica. Jessie looked sparklingly pretty, her black hair brushed and a bright cowboy shirt tight over her tits.
"Morning, Ross," Janey said, "got ya some eggs." There was something cocky about the way she flitted around the kitchen. As if she'd discovered a secret about life in bed the night before. I took my plate from her and sat down. In the pit of my stomach I felt just a little sick.
Jessica reached out and found my shoulder. "Feel like taking a walk today?"
"Oh… sure." I took in a forkful of eggs and washed it down with orange juice. I was wishing myself away from the cabin, away from Janey and Jessica and every damn thing. Suddenly, Janey was standing by my side, snuggling a T-shirt-covered boob against my shoulder. I shot her a hard look, then glanced at Jessica. At once I felt stupid for not remembering that my cousin couldn't see the butter on her toast, much less my sex-crazed sister fucking around. Then Janey's hand smoothed my thigh and she breathed into my ear.
"Janey, damn it!"
Jessica paused, her fork halfway to her mouth. "Anything wrong, you two?"
"My idiot sister is just pestering me, Jess," I said quickly, afraid that in some weird way, Jessica would guess the truth.
Janey circled behind my chair and I felt her lips tickling at my ear while she combed her small fingers through my hair where it curled down long at the nape of my neck. I tried to push her away, but she just danced back, then cuddled up beside me once more. Jessica was smiling a little, but didn't seem to understand what was really going on. But what happened next made me feel evil and wrong.
My sister pulled up the bottom of her T-shirt and pushed one small, naked tittie against my cheek. Then she pursed her lips into a kiss and pouted cutely. She wanted me to kiss her tittie. Right there at the breakfast table. My cock throbbed with life, stiffening in my jeans. I looked at the wrinkled pink nipple and the soft circle of flesh around it. I could almost read my sister's mind. She knew that I'd been the one who'd finally taken over the night before. I'd been the one who'd rolled her onto her back and fucked her like a stallion gone mad. And my passion had made me helpless to stop. All of this was part of the secret Janey had discovered. She felt the power of her seductiveness and she meant to test that power more. On me. My cock was brick-hard now and when I looked at that pretty little tit an inch from my mouth my hands began to shake. As if I were in a trance, I parted my lips and sucked the warm tittie deep. Janey's breath caught and she cupped a hand under the soft flesh so I could lick it even better. The immature nipple came alive under my tongue, stiffening into a rubbery little stalk. But the madness of what was happening made me pull away. I lurched up from the table and my chair went crashing over behind. Jessica jumped at the noise.
"It's nothing, Jessie," I laughed, "just old clumsy Ross."
Jitney followed me into the bathroom and when I reached for my safety razor, she closed the case with her hand.
"Let's fuck, Ross, right now!"
"You've got to be crazy!"
"Why not do it? It feels so good!"
I grabbed her shoulders roughly. "You're my sister, Janey. How many times do I have to say it? Last night was… well, it was both our faults, I guess, but…"
"Last night was heavenly," Janey trilled, voice all misty and full of passion. "All morning I've been dying to run in there and jump in bed with you." She started to giggle and put a hand over her mouth. "It was lucky I got up early and went upstairs before Jessica woke up. She might have wondered…"
"Yeah, yeah. Now, listen. Already we might have really screwed up. You might be preg…"
"Naw," Janey cut in, "my period was over the day before yesterday and we still have a few more days when it'll be safe. I was thinking that maybe next time you go to town you could get some…"
I shook her hard. "Janey! Goddamn it, will you listen to me!"
Her face went stormy.
"We can't fuck any more! We just can't!"
For a second I thought she was going to dissolve in tears, but my sister bit her lip and brightened some. "I you want to know the truth, Ross, I don't think you can keep from doing it. Not if I want you to. If I stripped down right here, you'd fuck me! Wouldn't you, Ross?"
There was too much truth in her words for me to argue against. But maybe I could make her think I didn't want to fuck her any more. I let her shoulders go and grabbed my razor.
"I'm going to take Jessica for a walk and I want you to stay here."
Janey pushed out her bottom lip in challenge. "Maybe I don't want to stay here!"
"Listen, smart-ass, I might just throw everything back in the Ford and we'll all split back home. How would you like tat?"
The hard edge in my voice had worked a little. Janey frowned down at her scuffed tennies, then stalked from the bathroom without another word. But could I hold her off like that for long? I lathered up my face and pulled the razor across it so fast that my eyes smarted tears from the pain.
Jessica was waiting for me on the front steps when I came out. As we started up the path by the stream, I held her hand and warned her when we had to go over a fallen log or rock. Right away I was surprised at the way she kept up. I was walking at my usual pace and never felt her tug back against me once. I even started feeling better with her powdery fragrance floating along beside me. God, Jessica was beautiful. Really beautiful. Her shiny black hair was making the sun's rays shimmer and dance every time she moved, and once when I was making her bend down to get under a low branch, I just had to reach out and touch it. Jessica smiled and turned.
"I… I didn't want it to get tangled," I said quickly.
Instead of just thanking me or something like that, Jessie gave my hand a squeeze and tilted her head in a shy kind of way. It made the blood pound in my ears. Another time we were crossing a stream and the footing was tricky. One rock had a wobble to it, and when Jessica put her weight on it, it threw her forward into my arms. Her full tits flattened softly against my chest muscles and it reminded me that she wasn't wearing a bra.