"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.