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.
Chapter 5
The man swallowed painfully and the veins on his forehead seemed swollen, then his mouth moved. "Suck it, you little punk!" he spewed. "Suck it or I'll stick it right up your sweet little ass!"
Cecil stared at it, then closed his eyes and choked. He couldn't get that in his mouth! Not that horrible thing that ugly prick. "No " he pleaded, "please no!"
The man reached down, seized Cecil's hair, dragged his face forward between his meaty thighs. "Suck," he rasped. The huge slitted shaft seemed to weave in front of Cecil's eyes. It was the most monstrous thing he'd ever seen. The cruel hands tore at his hair painfully. Cecil gave a high scream like a girl; then with tears in his eyes he opened his mouth wide, forced his lips to reach forward and encircle the massive, throbbing penis.
It filled his mouth almost completely. There was barely room for Cecil to slide his tongue around the gross, pulsing cock. He gagged, choked, then touched the slitted end with the tip of his tongue.
The man sighed, thrust himself forward until his organ touched the back of Cecil's throat. "Suck it, you little pansy," he groaned, "eat it, chew it, swallow it " his voice broke into low, panting moans, then he sobbed, "Oh, make me come you limp, little nance!"
Cecil had seen the big, white convertible as soon as he turned onto the street that led to the beach. It was parked with its top down and the driver was leaning back in his seat, listening to the loud music that blared from his radio.
"Hi, there," he called as Cecil was passing.
Cecil turned, nodded slightly, and was about to go on when the man beckoned.
"Is this the way to the beach?" he asked when Cecil had hesitantly approached his car.
"Yes," Cecil told him politely, "it's right at the end of the street."
The man looked at Cecil calculatingly. "You going there?" he asked, making his voice casual, pleasant.
Cecil looked at the man doubtfully. He wasn't a young man, but he wasn't old either. The suit that he wore was white and, like the skin on his face, it seemed to be tightly stretched over his flesh.
"Y – yes," he answered nervously.
"Get in." The man pushed open the door on Cecil's side of the car.
"W – well " Cecil hesitated, wondering why the man was being so generous, wondering whether there was another reason. But he couldn't think of anything that should scare him.
"Go ahead," said the man, smiling. "I'll give you a ride down. I like to sit and look at the water sometimes."
"You do!" Cecil sounded pleased. He got in the car, sank down into the roomy seat, and thought. That's what I like to do! Just sit and stare at the water. He watched the man reach forward, turn on the radio, and smile at Cecil. The music was nice, the kind that Cecil liked, soft and sweet, not loud and hard like the music that Alma and Joe used to dance to.
Joel Cecil thought. He didn't come around anymore. Not since the night that he and Alma had gone out in the car and… The small smile played round Cecil's lips as he remembered. He would never forget that time, the wondrous time, the first time with Alma.
The man saw his smile. "You feeling happy?" he asked, grinning.