"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.
CHAPTER FIVE
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.