In our two-faced, double-standard world of sexual and social phony-boloney, there are no sharper turns or steeper slides than incest or pedophilia. We are too dishonest to admit sexual love for our kin, especially the very young. In older societies-and who can say they are not wiser for their age?-sex is a more practical matter.
As a matter-of-fact, according to studies carried on over the past fifty years, the same "abandoned" practices which our social order decries in India, China, and black civilizations are to be found in our own communities. Carolyn Hunt, who regularly contributes a genuinely exciting atmosphere in her adult novels, says, in effect, it may be just down the block from you.
In this stimulating tale, warmed by the California sun she knows so well, Ms. Hunt's heroine is a courageous young girl whose only desire is to help her brother. Loving is giving, according to the ancient adage, and little Eva James, with a "baby brother" unusually advanced physically for his age, gives him all she has.
It is a plenty. In fact, her lonely and frustrated father, unable to find his way back to his old-time sexual boldness, is not above needing her "help", too.
As in all such relationships, it is a matter of give as well as take, and her father joins her brother in pouring their love and affection into their family arrangement. There is a touching and heart-warming generosity in the way she gives to her men-folk, and in the generosity with which they give it to her.
"I like to base my novels on situations that are as real as life itself," Ms. Hunt writes us. "A boy reaching puberty too soon, grasping blindly for what will help him to find his goal, is only too frequently shunted aside from his true need ..When he is lucky enough to have a loving sister, he finds there is a better way of beating whatever rises in his path to cause him worry and discomfort."
In this same vein, the author also warmly accepts the fact that a father, bottling up his normal passions, can find no love more tender or more sincere than the love that exists within his own family. And her young heroine, who is willing to give until it hurts, finds to her great joy that it doesn't.
"I don't consider the old-fashioned 'happy ending' to be corny, trite, or unbelievable," Carolyn concludes her cover letter. "No love brings more good feelings than family love, and it is a love that lasts and lasts and lasts. Marriages may dissolve in divorce, but brother-sister-father love go on forever."
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CHAPTER ONE
It all started when Eva James had to stay ten minutes late in her last class and missed her regular bus. Everyone in Crest Junior High knew Eva, but this later bus, picking up kids from Echo Lane Junior High and Marquez Union High School had kids from all over. Thus, the three girls who sat just behind Eva didn't know her at all, so they didn't mind talking about her brother.
It made her furious. She was only a year older than Jodie, but she had always been his champion. Even now, when he had suddenly shot up until he looked a whole lot older than his twelve years, and was nearly a head taller than Eva, she still felt the same way about him. Protective, responsible. He was still her "little brother."
But the girls behind her didn't think he was so little. They were showing off, of course. Like Eva, they were only about thirteen, possibly closer to fourteen than Eva was. But they had tits like seniors, and they were conscious of their sex, and they liked to talk about it. And, being young and silly, they were still playing boy-and-girl games, made up mainly of pretense and imagination.
"Hey, did you see those kids by the pool?" the dark one with the long hair asked. "That Joe James, especially. What's with him? How come he's still in junior high?"
"He's on the swimming team for the District," the middle girl, the chubby blonde who, now that she was on the bus and away from school, had unbuttoned her blouse until her big, blue-veined tits almost seemed ready to pop out. She giggled. "Maybe he missed a grade or two, somewhere. But he's big, all right."
It was one of those rather difficult days for Eva. She had "been a woman," as the girls said, for two years. Girls mature swiftly around Marquez and Oak Hill and Sand Castle-in fact, in all of that semi-tropical climate. It's not uncommon for girls to start having menstrual periods at eleven. Nor for boys to grow up quickly. Eva could have turned on the three girls and told them that Joe took after his father, who had been a football star at Marquez Union High, and at Stanford. But she was afraid she might lose her temper and start crying. And she wouldn't give those idiots that satisfaction.
It's bad enough to be small for your age, and feel that your breasts belong on a ten-year-old girl, and have freckles. And to wear glasses. But to 'ose her temper and cry before these three nitwits, that would really be painful. And this was one of those tough days.
The day was hot and so was the bus. Because it was the last one, it always waited a while at each school to get the stragglers. And the vinyl seat had made it feel like Eva's sweet and tender little butt was mashed into a frying pan, because the seat she got was on the sunny side. And, because it was so close to her period, and she still wasn't calendar-regular yet, she had to wear a tampon in her sweet, juicy little cunt just to be extremely certain she wouldn't suddenly begin to flow. What a disaster that would be! Not that she didn't really love the idea of being grown up enough to ache and throb and itch and have her neat little pussy swell up, once a month. But she didn't like-couldn't stand-having the world know it from the seat of her short little skirt.
Therefore, while the comments of the girls made her just a little angry, she didn't want to get upset and maybe bring her period on ahead of time. She sort of liked this feeling.
She could never remember a time when her little cunnie hadn't felt good when it was tickled in the right place. And its lips had fattened and become sweeter and more mature long before she had even the first hair on them. And, just because she was a very small girl, without the obvious, opulent maturation of most other girls in Crest Junior High, no boy had ever asked her for a date, not even the youngest and most bashful. You'd think they'd know I'm bashful, too, and ask me, Eva thought.
"I don't care how old he is, or why he's not in senior high," the third girl, a tall blonde with a beautiful, slender body and provocatively long, full breasts said. "He can dip his wick in my oil any time! Wow! Did you see...." and her voice went down to a lower pitch so that Eva couldn't hear the world. But she knew, of course, what the girl meant. Even if she had learned most of what she knew about sex from listening to other girls in the locker room. Or from books. Daddy's books, the ones that he thought were so securely hidden.
The thought made her want to giggle, too. And it did make her squirm. That hot, smooth vinyl seat, feeling like some huge, warm mouth on her lovable little pussy, was getting to her. She didn't weigh much, but it was enough to press her sensitive, thick cuntlips together, mashing her itchy, demanding clitoris between them.
The first girl laughed. "When he came up out of that water, you could see every inch of his cock," she said very plainly. "I know guys over at Palomino College who don't have any more. Wow! I wish I went to Crest!" She paused and looked wistful, her firm-fleshed young body straining at her clothes. "Well, you can bet on one thing-that kid'll never get pimples from playing with himself. A guy with looks like his, and a jock like his, he'll always have some chick ready to milk it out of him!"
Once again, that feeling that the super-warm cushion was a big, smooth mouth covering her cunt, lovingly licking away at her compressed little pussy, made Eva squirm. It felt so good! And the picture of her beloved brother, never having to masturbate-that made her feel even better.
Until she had a sudden thought.
What did this trio from Echo Lane know about her Jodie? He was only twelve. Big for his age, good looking, maybe he had that big a penis. Have I seen it? Eva asked herself. But I'm so dumb about such things, I wouldn't know if it was big or not. She thought of the average girl her age, and of how many boys' cocks they had handled, played with. Even let the guy stick it in. She knew that, from keeping her ears open and her mouth shut. And, being a modern girl, she knew that a lot of the girls, at least half of the ones she knew at Crest, would just as soon suck a guy off. If he would do something for them. She had heard a girl named Myrtis, a big, good humored brunette in her Science class, say: "I don't mind giving a guy a blow job. It's kind of nice. Sweet, you know what I mean? Like he was your little boy. But shit! I've got feelings, too. He's going to have to go down on me if I go down on him!"
So that was the phrase, to "go down" on someone meant you kissed, or sucked on, or whatever else, on their genitals. And now she had a quick flash of why she felt that the cushion was a kissing mouth as she sat on it, pressed her firm little butt on it, with her weight pushing her sensitive, hair-triggered pussy on it.
It was that full-color closeup in one of daddy's hidden books. Of a lady, a very well built lady, lying on her back with her legs drawn back and wide open. Her pussy had brown hair with auburn highlights, just like the rather short, softly curled hair on Eva's own tidy little snatch. The smoothness of the inner lips showed plainly, for the position, plus a guy's thumbs, had her cunt wide open. Pink, with surface veins in a spidery pattern of dark red. And a glistening shine that showed the lady was hot inside.
Eva knew. She couldn't keep from playing with her pussy sometimes, when the inner fever really dragged at the muscles inside her youthful snatch. Nibbling at her fingers when she shoved them in. Watching in the mirror, her own thighs back, her own thumbs holding the thick, hairy lips apart. She knew that shine of cum juice.
The bus stopped with a smooth, sure pressure on the brakes, and Eva could have screamed. She hadn't been watching, and the stop made her slide on the vinyl surface. I've got to stand up, she thought desperately. I'm about to shoot my wad! It was all right at home, either in her own room, on her bed in front of her mirror, or in the bathroom. Then she could grunt and let out little screams of joy.
She turned her thoughts to her beloved brother.
Those girls didn't know he was only twelve. Kids that age didn't get pimples. Not from self abuse. Or did they? She was masturbating long before she was twelve. And getting off, too. When she had only a tiny semicircle of short, fine hair above her sweet little slit. So of course Jodie might be "playing with himself," as that girl had called it. Oh, dear! Her little brother! She could remember, rather well, how they had bathed together until she was eight and he was seven. And how hard his little peter used to get. And how she had played with it, just because they loved each other, and it was a sweet, warm sensation, her holding his dick, and him groping inside her tender little love-lips, inside her babyish cunt. But had it been so babyish, after all? She could still remember how marvelous it felt, and of how runny and sticky her little slot would be long after they had finished their bath and dried off.
Well, thinking about those old times was fun but kind of sad, too. They hadn't understood when their mom-Joe's mom, really, and Eva's stepmother-had made them stop bathing together. And sleeping in the same room. Eva remembered how adventurous it had been, having her own room, but she missed the warmth of being in the same room with Jodie, of crawling into bed with him on cold winter nights. It made her shiver now, on this hot day, because all the heat of the day, as well as all the heat of her healthy, firm young body seemed to concentrate in that one itchy place, deep up inside her girlish pussy.
The girls behind her were talking again. "It sure gives me the shivering hots to see a guy like that," the chubby blonde said. "Of course, he's bound to be going steady, but if I ever catch him at a dance, I'm gonna get him outside and feel that prick of his. Wow! I know how a chick gets raped, but how do you rape a guy?"
They all laughed, and Eva, coming up to her stop, stood up and looked back at the trio of hot young chickies. "Hello," she said sweetly. "Mary Winner, isn't it? And Trisha and Cindy? Nice to see you."
The three girls looked so stunned that, in some private well of humor, it struck Eva as funny. Girls like them, so bold, so popular, never noticed someone like her. They didn't care what they said, or who heard them, as long as it wasn't teachers. But now, recognizing the small brunette whose brother they had been verbally fucking, they were in shock. So Eva looked at them, moved toward the exit door, and turned back.
"And to hear you," she said.
After the door closed behind her, the three girls came out of it, giggling, red-faced, and the tall girl said, "God! That was the guy's sister, wasn't it? Wow! She sure got an earful." She fluffed her blouse so that she could get her hands under those long, full breasts, a delicately cunty feeling, and said, "Well, I don't care! Maybe she'll tell him I said I'd like to get it on with him." She was embarrassed at being caught talking about a guy where his sister could hear, but not at what she had said.
She scratched her lower belly, giggled, and said: "He can have me anywhere, any time."
"You took the words out of my mouth," Trisha said. Her own plump titties, already tanned down almost to their big nipples, lay heavily on her rib cage. She was warm and sweating between her full thighs, her young cunt, such a delicate coral pink inside, juicing up a storm.
The girl who had first spoken, Mary Winner, teasingly pinched one of Trisha's tits. "You mean, if Cindy had said 'cock' she'd have taken the words out of your mouth."
The three of them howled with laughter, watching little Eva walking along so carefully, as the bus pulled away.
"You know," the cuddly blonde said thoughtfully, "that kid's all right. She's cool. And she may be a little shrimp, but look at the legs on her. My brother'd like to get a crack at her. He says that small, quiet types can really ball a guy." And the three friends, each smiling at their own thoughts, changed the subject.
It wasn't far to her home. Couple of blocks, turn right three houses. The James home had been there a long time. The lot was big, and the old trees, planted long before Eva's dad was even born, seemed to make the entire place one of shade and calm and beauty. But to Eva, the important thing was to get upstairs, to her room, or to the hall bathroom. She had such a blazing need to play with her juicy, spasming cunt that she wanted to run, but was afraid the rub of cuntlip on cuntlip would make her cum right there in the yard. "I could do it, too, right here," she said aloud, laughing.
She began to undress as soon as she got in the front door. Her books were tossed in a big chair, her blouse, pulled over her head, draped on the stairway, her short skirt dropped at the head of the stairs.
She stopped in the big, old-fashioned hall bathroom, with all its white and pink tile, and turned on warm water in the tub. It was wonderful to sit cross-legged in warm water, then turn the hot water full on, once you were holding your outer lips apart. That hydra-cock, she called it, gave her the most delightful, the most delicate rising of heat and fuck-itch in her pussy. If she only had someone to talk to about it. Or to enjoy it with her. But how do you tell anyone that you let a stream of hot water pop-your nuts for you? It was a rich, wild thought, but far too much for a timid soul like little Eva James to entertain.
As she let the tub fill, she turned to the mirror and shucked off her bra. She moaned softly. "Why can't you be big and fat and stick way out?" she asked crossly. "Like that dummy we saw on the bus? Trisha Watshername." She squeezed the soft, firm little cones, making their dark-brown, coarse grained nipples stick out and swell. She tried to duck her head enough to take one of the nipples in her mouth, then laughed at herself.
"I'd have to have a neck like a swan to reach you," she said, then squeezed harder, shutting her eyes as the delightful pain lanced through the nubile flesh, running like summer lightning across her smooth, taut little belly, searing the trembling inner nerves, the softly gooey folds inside her girlish pussy.
She held them both firmly, pressing them hard against her chest, a delightful feeling. "Never mind," she said, secure in the silence of the empty house. "You're not big enough for one good bite, but you sure feel good."
She peeled off her white panties, looked at the crotch and saw they were clean, and shudderingly pulled the tampon from her tender little cunt. There was not a spot of dark blood on it, and she wrapped it in toilet paper before tossing it in the waste basket. It would be terrible if her father saw such a thing, proof that she was thinking of herself as grown up. She loved him, but she was still enough of a little girl to be afraid of him.
The tub was now comfortably full, enough so that her small body would bring the level almost to the overflow grating. She rubbed hastily between the lips of her pussy, groaning as her fingers caressed the soft and sensitive flesh, and raised the middle finger to her lips and nose. "I hope I'm not queer," she whispered, and then laughed out loud. "That book said that every girl ought to know the smell and taste of her genitals by the time she can menstruate," she said aloud. "I just wish someone else knew."
The quick thought flashed into her mind that her brother had more troubles than she. "I'm a girl," she whispered. "It's tougher, being a boy. Some girls after you all the time, and some ready to yell 'rape' if a boy so much as pinches their ass." She had heard this latter bit of wisdom as she sat in a toilet at school, a conversation between two girls she never saw and did not know.
She turned off the faucet in the tub and looked toward the door. Her clothes were scattered all over. It didn't matter if Jodie saw them. Poor Jodie, he was so polite that he'd never, ever walk in on her. She wished suddenly, fiercely, that he would. "Jodie, baby, I don't want you having to jerk off and get pimples," she murmured. "Or have those chickies from Echo Lane grabbing you. And giving you a blow job," she added, remember what that girl in school had called it.
But her father often stopped by the house when he was in this part of town. Marquez was a rambling little city, and many of his customers liked to have him deliver what they had ordered. Especially if it was something heavy, like a lawn mower.
She ran down the stairs and grabbed her blouse, then back to pick up her skirt, and dashed into the bathroom with her heart beating. She had guessed right, she thought. Her dad's pickup truck with "JAMES HARDWARE" on its sides had just pulled into the driveway.
She got into the tub quietly and pulled the old shower curtains together. Her dad always used the bathroom that was a part of his bedroom, but it was just as well to make sure. She wished now that she had simply run into her own room, taking her clothes. "But he never comes in here," she whispered, holding her small, lovely breasts against her ribs with her upper arms, quivering with excitement. Just to have dad in the house when she was here alone and naked, that was some kind of a feeling. Her warm and leaky little cunt, now spread against the smooth bottom of the tub and slicked and tenderized by the warm water, gave her small electric flashes of pleasure.
But she almost gave her hiding place away when the heavy footsteps of her father, running quickly up the stairs, beat their way right into the hall bathroom. And, in a moment, Eva knew why.
She heard the toilet seat being thrown back and a hard rattle of urine began in the bowl. Fascinated, and certainly not made any cooler in her cuntal parts by knowing her dad had his cock out, not six feet away, the girl opened the opaque cloth curtains just a crack. It was all she could do to keep from crying out.
The old bathroom had a big window, giving perfect light. Her dad, gasping and panting, was leaning over the toilet, one forearm on the wall, his other hand holding a cock so big that it frightened his tiny daughter. And she could see every detail plainly, the smooth, thick skin that came part way down the huge head, the purple smoothness of the head itself, a shadow of dark pubic hair as her dad seemed to pull at his big organ. And, of course, the thick, hot stream of yellow urine pouring out.
As the worst of the flow eased, and her father's piss stopped and started in slowing spurts, he rolled the thick skin all the way back. To the girl, it seemed she could smell the gamy fragrance that swelled into the room as he did so. But it was the loving care with which her dad pulled this skin back that made Eva gasp.
In spite of her ignorance on details of sex, she knew perfectly well how a boy or man jacked off. Was her dad doing that?
She was locked in a moment of angry frustration. She had had her brother's problems on her mind, but she also had her own sexual need. If she dared risk discovery, she could have simply put her fingers under her, between the smooth open lips of her young cunt, and rocked back and forth. Just once or twice, and she could have had the damndest orgasm of her life. Just looking at that big dick, throbbingly real, warm and smelly and sweet, with its drops of yellow piss still dripping into the toilet. She knew now that her dad had rushed in here because he couldn't hold it a second longer. If he had taken the extra few steps down the hall, into his room, into his private bath-good-bye, Charlie! Wet pants for daddy-o!
She wanted to giggle. She wanted to say, "Hi, dad!" and watch his face as he realized she was watching him piss and seeing his cock. But he'd kill me, she thought.
He went to the washbowl and mirror, his cock still out. She wondered if men washed their pricks after peeing. But he simply skinned it back again, once or twice, and again she wondered if he might be masturbating. But whey should he? An old guy like that, thirty-seven years old. He probably only had those hot books with the hot pictures because they were left over from when mom was still with them. Maybe mom had run off with that other guy because dad had lost his shot, couldn't screw any more.
She let her breath out when her dad suddenly wheeled and walked out. She heard him go down the steps, heard his footsteps as he went out and shut the big old door.
She rocked back and forth now, but her fiery lust had simmered away. She was philosophical about it. "We would both have died if he knew I was looking at his dick," she said aloud. "But, wow, what a jock! Like a mule!" It made her remember what that girl, the dark one, had said. When he had come up out of the pool. And she knew it was true. She had noticed darling Jodie's dickie. When his surfer trunks were wet-and all the kids wore surfers most of the time, wearing briefs only in competition-you could see it as plain as day.
"But I guess dad's is a lot bigger," she said, smiling as she soaped a washcloth and ran it over her young shoulders, over and around her smooth, sweetly alive titties.
She was fooling with the idea of taking a shower in dad's bathroom, so she could wash her hair, when the front door opened again. "He forgot something," she whispered, and reclosed the shower curtains, which she had opened.
But she was wrong, for it was Joe, her brother. Her Jodie. And once again, she remained silent, but this time as a joke. She would surprise him.
Instead, he surprised her.
As she watched, fascinated, using the same crack as when she had spied on her dad, Joe calmly opened his fly, unbuckled his belt, and stepped out of his slacks and shorts. And suddenly, in a split second, Eva was as hot as ever she had been before.
For darling Jodie's cock was sticking out and up, at a hard angle, and if it wasn't as big as their father's, at least it was big enough to prove he was his father's son. Its head was swollen so fat that its skin shone, and at the tip of it, a drop of clear fluid glistened, extended into a drop hanging on a thread, then dropped. Her brother, his sweet young face lighted with interest, caught it on a finger and gently rubbed it over the head of his cock, then ran squeezing fingers up his column to force out more of the crystal-clear juice, pulling the heavy, soft skin back so he could rub the slick stuff on his quivering penis. And then, before you could say "scat" he had wrapped his fingers around the hard cock and began to pump his hand up and down, so fast that it seemed a blur. Jodie was masturbating!
Her heart went out to him. He was big and handsome, and he could swim so good that Coach Heiney Helm had recommended him for the varsity swimming team at Marquez Union High. But he was still only a baby. To Eva, at least.
She was as ignorant of sex, and as timid about it, as Jodie. But she never felt strange with her brother. Neither strange nor afraid. Wasn't he hers? Their mom used to laugh about it when they were little. "The way Eva looks out for Joe, you'd think she was his mother." That's what mom used to say. And right now, Eva felt more like it than ever. She wasn't about to let Jodie have any pimples. No, sirree!
She spoke clearly in the big, echoing bathroom, where there was no sound excpet Joe's hard breathing and the swishy sound of his fist on his hard dick. "Stop it, Joe! Stop it, you hear!"
The boy almost fainted. Jerking off was all right. As far as he knew, every guy did it. That preacher's kid, Donny Blaine, said it was in the Holy Bible. "He who saith he hath not pulled his pud is a liar, and the truth is not in him." That's just the way Donny had quoted it. Little Joe never tried to look it up, but he never had heard any guy say he hadn't ever beat his meat. But to be surprised in the act, that was a killer.
He knew who it was. Couldn't be anyone else. But still, it had shaken him badly.
He turned blindly toward the sound of his sister's voice, and she pulled the shower curtains aside. He was so tall for his age that, since she was sitting down, she looked up at his prick, still tightly gripped in his hand. It still looked big, huge, really, but the shock had taken the blood from it, and it was softening.
The boy tried to be angry at being surprised this way, but he could not. This was his sister, who had always been on his side, fought his battles from the time he could remember. He loved her. But his face was flushed with shame at being caught this way.
"It's all right, Jodie," Eva said softly, looking past his cock to his blushing face. "You started so fast, I couldn't tell you I was here. Anyhow, I want to talk to you. About this," and she nodded toward his fist and his cock.
From somewhere his voice came back to him. "What the hell do you mean?" he demanded. "You want to talk to me about this?" He seemed to be brandishing his tool at her.
"Joe," she said softly, "take off your shirt and get in here with me. Like we used to, so long ago. Please, Jodie."
He had to smile. "Are you crazy?" he asked. "You know dad's liable to drop by, any time."
"Not this afternoon," she said, looking at his cock, now released from his clenched hand, and hanging limp but still large. "He was just here. He's either making a delivery, or he's made one and is on his way to the store. Come on, Joe, get in with me."
The boy was trembling as he pulled his shirt over his head. He was going to get into a bathtub, naked, with a naked girl. What if it was his sister, what did that matter? She was a girl. Her tits were there sort of on top of the water, plain to see. She had used no soap, the water was crystal clear, and he could see the darkness of cunt hair where her sweet young thighs met her belly. His teeth were chattering, but with eagerness rather than fear.
It was a big old tub, made when cost-per-foot of building houses was unbelievably cheap on today's hard scale. Eva, smiling, her young heart beating like a triphammer, moved back, and Joe got in and sat down, facing her, his legs outside hers. She pulled her legs up and placed, them over his, and they moved toward each other so that she was, in effect, sitting on his thighs. Her girlish cunt was no more than three or four inches from the head of his pecker.
She leaned forward and kissed him, chastely, on his cheek.
"Joe," she said, "You mustn't masturbate any more. It's not good for you." Unconsciously, one of her hands strayed down and rested on her thigh, so near his prick that he flinched.
"Oh, come on, Evie," he protested, his handsome young face red with suffused blood. "Don't let that warts-grow-in-your hand bullshit from the Phys Ed teacher get to you. All boys beat off."
"Do they, really?" she asked solemnly. "Maybe they do, but for how long? Not all boys get pimples. Can't you get pimples from, what did you call it? Beating off? Jerking off, jacking off? I've heard a lot of things it's called. Some boys don't have pimples. I know that. So do you."
He tried to hold her, but she put a hand on his chest. "Answer me, Jodie. Not all boys get pimples, right?"
"I guess so," he mumbled. He was looking at his sister's titties. They seemed bigger than he had thought. They were real, honest-to-God tits, swelling out from her rib cage, firm and yet soft, with big circles of pink-brown flesh, slick looking but sort of bumpy, on about half of them. At their pointed tips. And in the center of these circles, really dark red-brown nipples. Beautiful! His hands ached to squeeze them. But he listened as Eva spoke.
"Jodie, if you have girls-I mean," she said, turning her face away, "if you have girls, you know what I mean?"
He laughed. "You mean if I screw girls," he said, and she laughed, too, a tremulous sound.
"Yes," she agreed. "If you, uh, screw girls, you won't have pimples." She moved suddenly, involuntarily, as an unexpected wave of sex heat flushed her genitals, tickling deep inside her cunt. "And Joe, you being so big and all-nobody takes you for twelve-you can have any girl you want. Well, maybe not any girl, but a lot of them. Then, you wouldn't have to get pimples at all."
He looked at her with his face twisted as if in pain. If she only knew how badly he wanted to fuck a girl, to play with a girl's ass and tits and cunt, to suck on one of those sweet-feeling, tasty little clusters of red inner cuntlips!
His voice was choked and low as he answered. "Never happen, baby. I want to. God damn, do I ever want to! But I'm scared. And every time I look at a girl and want to fuck her, I'm more scared."
"Don't talk dirty talk, Jodie," his sister said. "And it makes no difference if you're scared of girls. Not now, anyhow. You're not scared of me, are you, Jodie?"
Her sweet little face was pink, and she dropped her eyes.
"Hey, sis," the boy answered unbelievingly, "does that mean that you'll help me?" His expression of woe and confusion was gone, his face now showed joy and anticipation. Best of all," from his viewpoint, at least, his wilted and insensitive cock suddenly became warm again, and gave a great throb of returning life. As it raised its head, and Eva leaned toward him to put her soft, warmly naked arms around his neck, it touched the slick inside of her swelling young pussy, an electric feeling he had never known.
It frightened him, and he moved back, but little Eva held on to him, still unable to look him in the eye, and said in a husky, broken voice: "I-I'll help you all I can, Jodie."
CHAPTER TWO
"You'll have to help me, too, Jodie," Eva said as he gently pushed her back. "I don't know what a boy likes. What part of it feels the best, or even how to take hold of it. Do you want to do it in here? In the tub? Would that be nice for you?"
She hoped feverishly that he would agree; if she could sit with her lovely little butt spread, with her tender cuntlips wide open and frictionizing on the smooth porcelain of the tub, it would insure the sweetest kind of orgasm for her. She had nearly creamed her panties on the bus, had almost gotten off again both before and during her father's brief visit. And now she was more than ready again. And she remembered what that girl had said: If a girl gave a fellow a good time, she was entitled to the same benefits.
But Joe was thoughtful. "Take hold of me," he said suddenly. When his sister looked at him in amazement, he said almost angrily, "Listen, we've got to talk plain about this. You can say 'no dirty talk' all you want to, but we've got to be able to communicate. When I say take hold of me I don't mean my elbow, understand? So I'm going to talk plain. Take hold of my cock."
Eva made a jerky, involuntarily movement of her clean, sweetly rounded little ass. Just the impact of a word like "cock" gave her a renewal of that kiss-me-quick feeling in the dark and slippery folds up her twat. "All right," she muttered. "Don't mind me, Jodie. I'm so stupid and ignorant. But I want to help you."
Gingerly at first, then with a sure movement, she reached between them and took hold of his dick. She remembered, or thought she did, how Joe had grasped it, and of how hard he had pumped his fist back and forth. She was amazed at how soft it was on the outside, and how hard the core of it was under the thick, creamy skin.
But, the minute she pulled and pushed, Joe knocked her hand away with a grunt of pain.
"Wait a minute," he said. "You'll kill me, that way."
She licked her lips. Heat was flooding her body. "I never knew a guy's peter would feel so, uh, interesting," she said. "I mean, it's just a wonderful feeling to me! You know, don't you, Jodie, that girls have those feelings, too? Sexual feelings?"
He tried not to laugh. "Course I know it," he scoffed. "I'm dumb about chasing girls, but I know something about them." Now it was his turn to flush. "Of course, I never thought about you having that kind of, well, feeling. In your, uh, your, you-know-what."
She squeezed his dick gently. "Now who's being too nice?" she teased him. "You mean in my vulva? My vagina?" She sighed. "No, I guess those names won't do. All right, I know all the words. What do you want to call it?" She shifted again; that delightful spear of flame had stabbed into her cunt's nerves.
He giggled. "It's odd how I feel. I want what you're doing, but in some ways, you scare me, too. I ought to be protecting you, not doing this." But he, too, jerked involuntarily as her soft hand unconsciously squeezed his dick. "But okay, sis. Your pussy, all right? But if I forget and say 'your cunt,' don't get mad."
She kept her eyes down. Her voice was low but happy. "Yes, Jodie, darling, I'm like all other girls, I guess. And women. I do have those feelings in my-my cunt!" She leaped again and gave a little cry of heat and happiness. "Oh, Jodie," she said in a husky voice, "just saying a word like that has a sort of feeling to it. Like you were touching me there. Hey, show me what I did that was wrong."
He took her hand away from his prick and folded his own around it. "See?" he said. "Feel this. My fingers go around it, and my thumb goes over my fingers. Let's see, you're facing me. Your thumb's toward me. But that's not the trouble. Oooh! he cried, as she touched his cock, trying to feel the placement of the fingers. "Wow! I'm so hot! I could shoot it right now. Gee, Evie, this is so nice." He gulped for air, then got up on his knees, so that his cock and balls were out of the water, his pubic hair dripping. "Look here," he said. "My fingers, my thumb, they don't even touch the head. Only the skin. Now," and he began to move his fist slowly back and forth, "you see what happens? Only the inside of my foreskin touches the head. And that inside skin is about ten times as warm and smooth as my hand. You were just grabbing it and jerking and your last two fingers were right on the head." He was panting slightly, his eyes bright with lust and the need for a cum.
"And the head, that's the good part?" she asked, her sweet little face, her soft mouth only a few inches from the cockhead.
"Yeah," the boy answered thickly. "Look." He skinned it back with one hand, and pointed to the underside. "See that?"
"Oooooh, baby!" Eva groaned. "It looks like a heart, with that cord kind of thing dividing it. And that little slit, that's what you pee out of? Doesn't some kind of white stuff shoot out when you cum?" She moved her head forward, unconsciously trying to kiss it, or get it in her mouth. She was suddenly troubled by the desire to take that hard thing clear down her throat, to wrap her tongue around it, to get it to shoot that strange white fluid into her belly. And with that hot notion, she felt a little gut-quake of lust, the first rumblings of an orgasm building to the bursting point.
She was humbled when her brother pushed her face away. "Hey," he said, "don't you do that! Don't you ever do that!"
"Gosh, I'm sorry, Jodie. All I was going to do was, uh, kiss it. It looks so pretty. Like a little one-eyed baby."
"Yeah, you were like heck. You were going to suck it," the boy said angrily. "You had your mouth open. I saw you."
"So what?" Eva asked, getting a bit irritated. "Chicks do things like that for their guys all the time. Well, that's what I hear," she said. "I know a lot of them do. I don't see where it's so wrong. You'd stick it in my pussy, wouldn't you? What's the difference, my mouth or my pussy? They're just holes. Maybe we ought to forget it!" She had tears in her eyes.
"Hey, whoa, now, Evie! I'm scared. I told you that. You said you were going to help me. Well, that's where I need help. There's a lot of things I'm scared of. A lot of things, little things."
"Like what?" his sister demanded, but the anger was gone from her voice. "I'm sorry I got mad. But you've got to remember, Jodie-I don't know what to do, only what seems natural to me. And it just seems natural to want to kiss someone you love."
He held his hand on her head, undecided, holding his warm, throbbing cock in the other. "I'm scared of things like words," he confessed. "When I think of some kinds of words, I just jump inside."
She took hold of his prick, loving the warmth and smoothness of it, and looked up at her brother with clear, candid eyes.
"You're thinking of a sort of double word." she said softly. "You're thinking 'if Evie sucks my cock, that'll make her a cocksucker.' Isn't that what's bothering you?" She suddenly took the hard, boyish dick into her mouth, closed her lips tightly, and moved her head back and forth. And, as best she could, she sucked, as hard as she could, finding that, to get a feeling of really sucking it, she had to enclose it with her tongue. When she let it go, she looked up at him with a mischievous smile, her cute little face flushed, her breath coming faster.
"There, now," she said, "I've sucked your cock. Does that make me a cocksucker? And if it does, whose business is it? Doesn't it matter more whose cock I don't suck than that I've kissed my own brother's peter? My brother that I love so much?"
He hugged her hard around the head, bringing her cheek against his hard cock. He could feel her sweet, warm breath on it, and he thought humbly: I wish I knew more, so I could appreciate her the way she deserves to be appreciated.
Aloud, he said: "You're the greatest, Evie. I'm sorry I'm so jumpy about everything. This is all so new. And all I was after was to just get my nuts off. You know, to whack off and cum? Can't we just do that a couple of times? We've got to get more used to what we're doing. Haven't we?" He gave his stiff prick a few jerks. "Look, I could shoot it, right now." His laugh was shaky.
She had a quick rush of feeling in her deeply hidden girl-stuff. She wanted something in there, something solid. She was far more afraid than Jodie, really, not daring to think of this large, sweet hunk of hard meat and soft skin being forced inside her trembling, soft little cunt. But she had her grip on his penis, and she was sure she was holding it right. She could jerk him to a cum, and maybe the excitement and thrill of that loving act would send her soaring into a twisting, boiling orgasm.
"You just wait a sec, Jodie darling," the little girl whispered. "You're not going to jerk yourself off. I'm going to, hear? Am I holding it right? My fingers aren't hurting you, are they? The skin seems to be dry. You could at least let me spit on it." She giggled. "I've sure got a lot of spit. I have to keep swallowing so I won't drown."
Without waiting for his answer, she let a long curl of clear saliva fill her left palm. Then, holding it cupped under the dark red head of her brother's sweet cock, she used her other hand to smear it all over, moving the skin back, being sure the entire area was thickly covered with the slick secretion from her mouth. She felt her brother tense, heard him groan, and felt a deep flutter of muscle twitching fierily inside her pussy. Her breasts seemed to swell and to hurt with a pain sweeter than she usually felt, and she could see that her nipples were much larger than ever before. It was the warmth of the lovely penis in her soft hand, the imminence of that mysteriously lovely stuff called semen shooting out, she didn't know where, and her own deep need for release, all of these combined to make her feel as if her entire belly were stuffed with tangible feelings that were pushing and stretching and giving her the delicious pangs of hard orgasm.
She was looking at the red-tipped cock in almost hypnotic fascination, gripping it gently, pushing her hand back until it touched her brother's balls, then pulling the skin forward until the head disappeared. In a short of intuitive love, it was at this point, when the tender head was covered by the slick, soft skin so well lubricated with her spit, that Eva closed her hand more tightly, really gripping it until the head was forced out of its protective covering, sliding out into the world as if seeking a cunt to enter.
She was breathing very hard, and it seemed to have become warmer in the bathroom, for sweat was trickling down her face, down her breast, over her titties and nipples, adding to her sex glow. Her cunt suddenly felt as if it had swollen to twice its size, each labial fold charged with blood and tender nerve ends, but her overpowering thought was for Joe and his peter, and how it must be feeling to him, her darling brother. And of how, if this worked out all right, he'd never have pimples, never have to beat off again. Not as long as J'm alive, she thought fiercely.
There was a quick and unexpected surge of feeling in the deepest and most sensual parts of her body, a wave of hard fire that was as solid as Jodie's prick. Without her willing it, her free hand went under the bathwater, homing in on the trembling, hungry crevice between her blood-swollen cuntlips. She went all the way, two fingers sliding all the way back to enter her neat little cunt hole, and, just as her thumb touched her clitoris, the cock in her hand started jerking wildly, and she continued to pull forward and push back.
If she had only been aware, now was the time for her to realize her dream of sucking her brother, for his head was back, his eyes closed, and he was moaning: "OHHHHH! OOOOOH! OH MY GOD! OH, EVIE! IT'S SO GOOOOOD! SO FUCKING GOOOOD!UUUNNNHHH! UUUNNNHHH!"
His legs were braced, but the force of this giant cum was too much for him. If it had not been for his hand braced on the wall, while the other was on his sister's head, he would have fallen in the tub. This was the most and the best of every jerk-off he had ever known. And far back in his mind, he knew two things: One, that it was the presence of a girl, with girl love and girl parts and girl heat, that raised it from necessity to beauty. And two, that there was more and better, yet to come.
Even in the wildness of the beating fire in her pussy, where it seemed that molten love had begun to squirt out around her fingers, Eva held on to Joe's cock, loving its living touch, the way it jumped. She felt the stinging blasts of his jism, hitting her in the forehead, on her face, even on her breasts. In a trance of lust, she opened her mouth and got two hot streams of the slick and pearly-white seed, splattering against the back of her throat, running down over her taste buds, giving its faint, masculine fragrance up to her shuddering senses. It made her cum harder, faster, made her cunt seem to enfold her fingers as her mouth wished it could take in her brother's cock.
When Joe said thickly: "Okay, sis, that's all. IVe got to sit down," he let his knees go slack and came down in front of her, stretching his legs as he had before. He could see that Eva was dazed by the shock of it all, and guessed that it was only because she had seen a boy shoot his load for the first time, first time.
"You got off, too, didn't you, baby?" he whispered, his young hands on her smooth shoulders, and Eva, quivering all over from the joyous heat in her belly, sobbed: "Oh, yess, Jodie, darling! Yesss! Did I hear you shouting, a minute ago? I know I was screaming." She laughed in glee and love, and put her brother's strong young hands on her swelling breasts. "Oh, Joe, that was so wonderful," she said. "Ohhhh! I came like crazy! It never was so good!" And then, as women have ever asked their husbands and lovers-and sometimes their brothers-she asked anxiously: "Did I do it all right? I mean, was it good for you?"
He was able to talk, and it amazed him. Nothing to be so afraid of, after all. "You were great," he said. "I'll have to learn about how to do you. I mean, how to do something that'll get you off, you know what I mean? How'd you do it this time?"
She blushed. "With my hand, of course," she said. "But it was so lovely, holding your peter, seeing it shoot that hot, thick stuff out of its little eye. Oh, wow!" and she groped down under the water, closing her soft little hand around his tender penis. "Just holding your dear peter, and feeling it expand and jerk, and seeing it shoot-that would have been enough to bring me. Honest! But I just had to have something solid in me. Oh, Joe!" and she squeezed his prick with a lovely warmth, "maybe some day you'll let me have this lovely thing. Stuck in me, I mean. In my cunt!"
The short, strong word gave her a feeling of grown-up strength, made her feel she was the equal of anyone. In those books of daddy's, there were a lot of small girls in the pictures, and they seemed to be able to take these huge great cocks into their cloven bellies. If Joe would only do it, she knew she could handle it.
I'll bet I could even take in daddy's, she thought with a shudder of deeply buried lust. Maybe not all of it, right at first. But I could. I know I could.
She had a strangulated feeling in her cunt, not unpleasant, but different from the fuck-sensation. She began to giggle.
Her brother reacted quickly. He was tenderly squeezing her young breasts, interested in the blue-veined skin that was so white where her bikini bra protected it from the sun.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
She pulled his face to hers and kissed him quickly on the lips. "Joe, do you remember all the things we did when we were little?" she asked, grinning. "When we used to bathe together, before mom made us sleep in separate bedrooms and wouldn't let us bathe together any more."
He sat, braced on his hands, his legs once more under hers, loving the feel of her smooth body. "I guess so," he answered. "I remember a lot of real fun stuff. But what do you mean?"
She leaned to kiss him again, and her cunt seemed to open as she raised on his thighs and came forward. "We used to pee on each other," she whispered with a throaty laugh. "Even when we were little, it was a wonderful, hot feeling. Like sex, you know, even when we were too little to cum, and neither of us knew a thing."
He began to laugh. "You've got a belly full of peepee," he accused her. "And you want to shoot it on me. Okay, baby. But two can play at that game." He thought for a second. "If I get another hard-on, I can't do it," he said. "I'd better go first. Somehow, the idea of your pissing on me, and me pissing on you, is making me hot all over again."
The girl squealed in delight. "You said you could do it a couple of times, a while ago," she gasped. "Did you mean it? Will you really let me pull you off again?"
"Sure," he answered. "Listen, I want to stand up and piss on your titties. Is that all right? I'll make sure none goes in your face."
She held her tender young breasts, so sensitive from her big cum, and squeezed their hard nipples out between her fingers. "God, Jodie," she choked, "I'm almost cumming just from thinking of it!"
He stood up quickly, holding his fat young cock in both hands. His bladder was full of urine, just as his sister's was. To his great pleasure, Eva got up on her knees, bringing her lovely young cones of flesh nearer. "This way, Jodie, dear, you can't miss," she whispered, reaching out to pat his prick with her warm hand.
He squeezed with his inner muscles. He was just a finger touch away from a hard-on, which so completely stops a man from pissing. Once it started, it would shoot out like a hard cum. He squeezed again, and a gentle stream ran out, hot and yellow and clear.
"Oh, come on!" the girl begged. And then she stopped. Her pink tongue, nervously rimming her lips in anticipation, picked up a cooling drop of her brother's semen, and the richness of flavor and texture strung her sexual system to a higher pitch than ever. She looked down, and saw pearly-white drops of pleasure, rich and thick, slowly coursing down the slopes of her virgin breasts, where the long, hot ropes of Joe's jism had stung her.
"Hold it," she begged. "Hold it, baby!"
Joe, impatient for the rank pleasure of urinating on his sister, as they had so often done as children, gaped as he watched her quickly rake up each congealing string of cum juice, eagerly licking it from her fingers. His cock throbbed. He knew he would have to piss now, or wait until his cock had softened again.
With another pressure of his voiding muscles, the tube in his cock opened, and a hard, stinging stream of yellow piss-water shot out, catching Eva by surprise.
"Oh, Joe!" she squealed, gasping for a hard drawn breath, "That's so wild! So beautiful! It's making me want to cum again! OHHHHHH! Here, baby, here!" and she held her hot, smooth hands under her love-swollen breasts, turning and twisting her body to bring the two tender cones under the beating spray from Jodie's dick.
It felt so wonderful, with the hard stream pelting all around each blood-gorged nipple, and over the tenderized surfaces of each firm little titty, that she began to swell and throb inside the distended lips of her cunt, up into the sealed-off darkness of her juvenile vagina, all through her body, wherever any nerve was connected with her fuck-system.
"Wow, sis! This is too much!" the boy howled.
"Man, what a hot thing to do!" He saw the hot piss turn to spray as it hit his sister's smooth skin, saw that the mist of urine was around her face, and that she was holding her mouth open, her eyes closed in a frenzy of lusty enjoyment. The raunchy sight would have made him sick an hour before. Now, having been drawn into this aura of unbridled desire-just as his sister had been-he felt nothing but wild exhilaration, with a new heat building inside him, between his balls and his rectum.
When he finished, he felt stronger than he ever had. And, when little Eva, still moaning happily over an unexpected orgasm, hugged him around his lean hips and buried her face in his crotch, he no longer cared if she, by chance, opened her mouth and sucked him in.
But she did not. As women do, she rebounded almost instantly from the non-draining joy of her cum-blast, and sat back on her heels in the pee-stained water.
"Come on, baby," she said in a passion-thickened young voice. "Get down like we were before. I've got a belly full of it, and I'm going to pour it on you!"
Laughing, bold, feeling twice his youthful years, Joe let himself down. But first he opened the drain and let the water start to run out.
"You hold it, sis," he ordered, laughing. "I want the real feeling, all of it, and I don't want it diluted by this cooled-off bath water! Here, slide along, get your thighs over my legs."
Eva was gritting her teeth, her sweet young face lit with happiness and love. "Oh, Jodie, isn't this fun? I just wanted to help you, and look what's happened! We're helping each other! Oh, baby, I can't believe it's scary old me, the skinny old maid, doing this!"
His tongue was thick. In some ways, he envied Eva; she was so courageous, so willing to go head first into sex. He had seen her licking up his cum juice, had seen the sprayed mist from his bladder mist up around her open mouth. He could go as far as they had gone as children, but he did not think he could go beyond that.
The water had gone down fast, it was only an inch deep, and was already making the sucking farewell noise as it drained away. With the water gone, the smooth, warm flesh of his sister's lovely young thighs gave him a solid pressure, an assurance that she was real, that this they were doing was real.
His arms around her velvet-smooth back held her on him, her cunt was just above his bush of wiry pubic hair, his fat, wet cock.
"Go ahead, baby," he groaned. "You're right on. I'll get it all!" It was so wonderful to feel free and easy in the presence of a real live girl! So unbelievably marvelous to feel no shame or guilt, no embarrassment or fear! For a long moment, he held in his heart a deep gratitude toward his sibling, who had had the innate sweetness of spirit, the mystic understanding of his needs, the downright goodness that had made this possible.
Then her little body was taut for a few seconds and he felt her strain as she raised her ass slightly. And then it came, the glorious feeling of wet warmth as his sister's bladder emptied over his pubic region, into his crotch, over his cock and balls. There was a ton of it, it seemed. A girl's bladder must hold more, he judged. And it was so sweet!
"Oh, Jodie, baby," the tiny girl moaned happily, "it's so sweet to do this for each other! So good! Oh, Jodie, I'm cumming again! OHHHH! OH MY GOODNESS-FUCKING-GODDAM-N-JODIE-BABY! Ohhhhh!"
The cry drained out of her as her slight body shook and trembled in the wringing-out of her pussy-feeling, and Joe, startled and deeply pleased, felt his young cock go hard almost instantly.
"Hey, sis," he whispered hoarsely, "that was some wild idea! Oh, baby! That sweet smell!" He kissed her very hard on her soft, sweet young lips, still keeping his teeth closed, and the young girl, a secret smile flashing over her face, thought: You're getting there, baby brother! And so am I! Oh, thank you, Lord, for helping us both not to be scaredy-cats!
"That smell," she laughed, "is only my old wee-wee. But if it's as hot for you as yours was for me, I'm glad!"
The big kid shivered. "I'm still scared cock-eyed," he said. "I'm not scared of you, I know that. But maybe I'm scared of me. Maybe I'm scared of stepping over a line."
His sister kissed him again, purposely gentle, and drew her feet back, edging off his thighs. "I must be hurting you, Jodie," she said contritely. "Oh, gracious, I loved that feeling! Just the idea of it! Wow! Crazy! And when I let it go all over you, knowing that my pussy was opening up, just above your peter, that they were almost touching, that was the final, beautiful, wonderful thing of all! I never would have believed it, that I could cum without even touching! That's just too much, Jodie!"
The big boy was getting up, feeling self-conscious about his naked prick, getting hard again so soon. He grinned, what he would learn later to call "a shit-eating grin." But he, scared or not, still felt more like a man than he could have believed possible.
"We did touch," he said. "Look at this old thing," and he touched his hardening cock. "Just when you were letting it all go over me, my prick just jumped up, hard as ever. And you were, uh, sort of open, I guess. I felt it rub in the slick part of your cunt."
The naked young girl, her eyes closed and her teeth gritted from some deep re-echoing cum-spasm, licked her lips and tried to whisper something which sounded like "Yesyesyesyes" and then a long, hard sigh, with her dark head falling against her brother's crotch.
In a few seconds she looked up, her sweet young face glowing.
"You said you could do it again," she said softly, laying her warm hand around his cock. "And now, just look! He's ready again! Oh, how I wish I could just suck him and suck him and suck him, until he just shoots that delicious white stuff in my mouth! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Jodie, will you ever let me?"
He was opening his mouth to say "Yes!" for he had changed a lot in the last half-hour and, although he still had. plenty of fears, he also had a new, surging masculinity. But suddenly they heard a familiar, frightening sound, the rattle of gravel in the driveway, the slam of a truck door. When Eva looked up at Jodie, his face was the color of ashes and his eyes were glazed with terror.
"Get in the tub and pull the curtain! Quick!" The slight girl leaped for the door, shut it quietly, and slid the bolt. When she turned, her brother still stood shivering in the tub. Without a word, without a look of reproach, the girl turned on the water taps, mixing hot and cold, and drew the curtain. "Just in case," she whispered, kissing Joe lightly on the cheek. To him, she suddenly seemed the most grown-up and dependable person he had ever seen, his first leaning post since his mother had left without a word. He was even able to grin feebly, and he watched his sister with admiring eyes as she stood up to the mirror, holding her hands up to fix her hair, and singing words from an old seventy-eight platter, " 'Bye-'Bye Blues."
Their father's footsteps pounded up the stairs like a runaway mule, and Jodie's heart almost leaped out of his mouth when a heavy hand twisted at the doorknob and a hearty voice cried: "Hi! Where is everybody? Joe, that you in there?"
The boy was so paralyzed by fear that he might have answered, but for the fact that his sister, her firm young breasts bounding, leaped into the tub beside him and said severely: "No, dad! It's me! What are you trying to do? Frighten all the neighborhood?"
Turning to her brother, she made a motion of tilting her head back and drinking from an imaginary glass. In Jodie's ear, she whispered, "He's smashed."
There was some indistinct mumbling in the hall, and their father said, "Well, where's Joe, then? His motorbike's in the driveway."
Very coolly, Eva said: "I haven't the faintest notion. He may have come home and left with someone else. Or maybe he's down in the kitchen, having a snack." She made her voice sound prissy. "Anyhow, I wish you wouldn't roar so. You scared me, daddy, really you did. I'm here all alone-or thought I was-with nothing on, just getting into the tub."
They heard a sort of gasp, and Daddy's voice said, "Golly, good thing you had the door latched. I might've dashed in and seen my little girl's naked butt." He put a world of irony into his next words. "How horrible that would be for my sweet little girlie. Especially since I've seen everything you've got from the time you were born!"
Eva hopped out of the tub and put her face against the door. She really loved this big, strong, good looking father of hers, with an interest that would have surprised him and pleased Dr. Sigmund Freud. "Please, daddy, I didn't mean it that way, and you know it! I left the front door unlocked for Jodie, and it could have been one of his friends-or anyone-running up here! You're my daddy, and I'd never mind if you sat down and looked me over for an hour."
She felt a sharp gust of heat flare inside her as she made this bold declaration, and turned to see Joe, his head out between the shower curtains, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Okay, okay," the man outside said. "Listen, I'll run down and see if I can find Joe. I want him to bike down to the store and tell Harry I'm not coming back tonight. I'd phone him, but I want to get this contract of sale to the bank tonight. Sold a big refrigerator a while ago."
He started down the steps, not hurrying this time, and Eva turned back and grabbed her brother by the arm, handing him his clothes. "Run in Dad's bathroom," she whispered. "Quick and quiet! Get in there and turn on the shower and get under it. Remember, you've only been home a few minutes and you used his bathroom because you heard me singing in here. HURRY!"
She opened the door and went to the head of the steps, a big towel draped around her. If her dad came back too quickly and looked up, she knew he would see her sweetly haired, pouting little pussy. She knew that would stop him in his tracks, give Jodie plenty of time to get everything set in the shower.
She was right.
It was a very large towel, but it wasn't large enough to hide all she had, even if she was a small girl. She held one end of it in her left hand, across her tender young breasts, clear across her right hip. From dead ahead, she was modestly clothed. From below, in the good light, every detail of her softly divided, thick-lipped, juicy little cunt could be seen. And her father, hastening back, ready to start upstairs, saw it.
He was holding onto the stair rail, ready to take the stairs two at a time, when he realized what he saw. And realized, with a start that shook him to his foundations, that his baby daughter had become a woman, that she was ripe for sex. His own boyhood, hot as far back as his daughter thought, told him a great deal more, without conscious thought, than he really wanted to know about Eva.
She stared down at him sweetly, holding the other end of the towel, the one looped behind her back, in her right hand, pretending to be drying her hair. And she felt a thrill of pride and excitement that her humble little pussy, that she had never given any real credit, could have such an effect. But she kept cool.
"Oh, daddy," she said in her sweetest, primest voice, "I think I hear Jodie in your bathroom. You know how the pipes hum when the water's turned on somewhere else? I came out to call you. Do you want me to tell him you want him?"
"No! No!" her father almost shouted, unable to take his eyes off the juicy little split that had opened and showed its wet pink lining as Eva took a step toward the head of the stairs. "Forget it! Don't you ever go in there like that! I mean, baby, you ought to get dressed before you come out of the bathroom!" He was blushing, and it was as much for what he was thinking as for the hard-on he suddenly felt growing in his crotch.
He had always been a cocksman, but this last year, with his wife leaving him without any explanation, had shut him into a small inner prison of doubt and rejection. In his store, a comfortable business inherited from his father, he had a sleeping room, purportedly for when he had tired himself moving large appliances. There were still plenty of women in their thirties who remembered the Kelly James of fifteen to twenty years ago, and who would have been glad to give him a rousing fuck. Not just for old times' sake, either, for he was still a good looking male with an athlete's body. But he had lost his self confidence. An occasional whore, even an occasional old friend, kept him from going completely cunt crazy. But mostly, he lived on memories, and that isn't always good for a man whose nuts are full of jism. When he was a kid, he usually felt ashamed and less confident after he had jerked off. Now, at thirty-seven, it was making a sexual recluse out of him.
He moved so that the newel post at the foot of the stairs covered the fact that his cock was pushing against his work slacks. And he tried, unsuccessfully, to keep his eyes a little off the line leading right to the soft, wetly pink lips of his daughter's swelling cunt, and tried to make his voice casual.
"What I mean is, your brother's probably tired from swimming practice," he managed to croak. "Anyhow, I ought to take care of this myself. But listen, baby, I think you, uh, maybe, well, never mind," he gulped. "I'll be home around the usual time."
He had wanted to tell for God's sake go get on some panties, at least, but that would give away the fact not only that he had been looking at her soft-lipped young cunt, but that it had affected him. So all he could do was to walk stiff-legged to the door, that mighty erection painfully stretching against his pants.
With a triumphant grin on her face, Eva threw the towel over her shoulder, reached down and rubbed her itching, happy little pussy affectionately, and watched as her father burned rubber getting out of his driveway. When she was fairly sure he would not return, she went casually into his big bedroom and into the big bath where her brother was trembling under the shower.
CHAPTER THREE
Without realizing it, Eva James had crossed a threshold of life which is called maturity. As she had crossed the wide old hall, she had thought about many things, like the panoramic flash said to precede drowning. But her drowning was in the juices, the feelings, the fleshly contacts, the almost unbearable nerve-tearing beauties of sex.
She had a picture of her brother's cock in her mind that would never leave it. Its red head swollen, its angle eye opening, the long, hot, slick ropes of his rich seed shooting at her.
She shivered, remembering the richness, the slick, thick delight of his semen in her mouth. It made her swallow and stroke her aching breasts.
She thought of the many times she had had a finger, or two fingers, or a number of slender and solid objects in her sensitive young pussy. When she shopped for the family, she always checked certain vegetables. Bananas, of course, although they were too slick to give any real friction. And carrots, if they were very large. Zucchini, too, if they were small.
Both Zucchini and carrots were preferable to bananas, because they could be dropped into a basin full of very hot water, so that they took on the temperature of a human body without getting mushy.
And a large carrot, its pointed end chopped off and neatly rounded with a sharp paring knife, was lovely. It was tapered so that its big end would never get into her tight little fuck hole, no matter how juicy repeated orgasms made it, and its green top leaves were a convenient handle.
But on this day, she had lost her love for carrots.
A cock, made so cannily to fit a girl's snatch, with its hard core so sweetly covered by soft, thick skin, and tipped with a big red head that was satin smooth and tongue-soft, that was the only thing for her. Jodie's of course. How could she ever think of any other? Nevertheless, it was thrilling that the sight of her uncovered cunt had stopped her father dead in his tracks.
She opened the shower door and stepped into the stinging spray with Joe, and he turned a ghastly, pleading face toward her.
"No, no," he chattered. "Get out! You want to get me killed?"
He tried to shove her, but she slapped at his hands and said: "Shut up! You hear me, Jodie James? You just shut right up. And let's get this water a little hotter. No wonder you're shaking like a leaf!"
She reached around him and handled the valves, getting the water up to a beautifully soothing temperature, and reached for the soap.
"What's the matter with you, Jodie baby?" she asked softly, rubbing the smoothness of the soap around his shrunken dick. She kissed him on the chest, in spite of his shrinking away, and made up a nice lather around his cock and balls, in his rather sparse pubic hair. She felt for his cock, which had almost disappeared, crawling back into his belly, and, putting the soap in one of big hands, moved it down to her crotch, holding his wrist, making him soap her slick little split, moving his hand up and down until she was almost crazy with the slick, warm feel of it.
When she was about to cum, she held his hand with the soap in it hard against her clitoris, and fucked against it with an uncontrolled and unexpected expertise, holding onto his big body with her free arm, moaning and screaming.
The boy realized what was happening, and somehow, her message got through the wall of fear that had gripped him when their father had blundered up the stairs.
"Oh, Jodie! OHHHHH! That's so GOOD! OHHHH!! OH, MY GOODNESS! UUNNNHHH! UUNNNHHH!" And she held on to him, still fucking in a diminishing frenzy, but now with her legs spread over his firm, hairless thigh. She had her mouth open, kissing and sucking on his bare chest, and it was a wildly pleasant feeling to the boy. The shower sprayed his broad back with its warm water, and his cock, only a few minutes before no bigger than his thumbnail; was suddenly half hard, hanging out and down to brush against his sister's soft, water-smooth, soap-slicked flesh.
He had jerked off with soap as a lubricant so many times that the mere presence of soap and suds had an aphrodisiac effect on him and his cock and, although terror of parental wrath still burned in him, enjoyed a surging rush of free-wheeling sexuality. Gingerly at first, and then with real feeling, he held his sister against him, one hand on a soapy, tingling breast, feeling very manly as he realized he had made her cum again, however little he had had to do with it.
She smiled up at him. "Whew! That felt good!
And look at your peter! It's so nice and big! Hey, listen! Dad's gone to work. Said he'd be back at the usual time. That means six. Let's dry off and go in my room!" She quickly ran her soapy hand up and down on her brother's hardening dick, and this time was more careful not to let her fingers touch the head.
"I don't know, Eva," Joe said slowly and self-consciously as they were toweling each other off. "I sure feel good right now, but I can't forget how scared I was a while ago. Ooooh!" and he held one of her breasts and squeezed as his cock, so big for a boy his age, throbbed from inner heat. "Sometimes I can cum three or four times in an afternoon! I sure need something to get me off, or I'll have stone-ache for sure! But I'm scared!"
She pulled his head down and kissed him on the lips, wishing they both knew more about what they were trying to do, but having the same hot itch between the tender, thick flaps over her cunt as if she were twenty instead of thirteen.
"We've got to help each other, Jodie," she whispered. "I never did anything like this, either. I have a feeling we'll have to learn how, all by ourselves. And what can it hurt? Who's as close to me as you are? And who's as close to you as me?"
She had him bring his clothes along to her room, "just in case," as she said, and picked her own things up, too.
"And just so you won't worry," she giggled, "I'll call dad and make sure he's at the store. And that he's going to stay there."
She had a pretty pink telephone in her room, a gift from her dad and stepmother on her twelfth birthday, and she dialed the familiar number of James Hardware & Appliances.
"Hi, Harry," she said, "this is Eva. May I speak to dad?"
When her father answered, she said: "I forgot to ask you what you want for dinner tonight. We've got a lot of ham in the refrigerator, so I could make ham and scalloped potatoes the way you like 'em, with a little onion and a lot of cheese. Or would you rather pick up some chops or a steak?"
From where he poised on the bed beside his sister, Jodie could hear his father's heavy voice: "Gee, baby, I'm sorry! You know how I'd love that ham dish." He sounded contrite; he still had more than half that hard-on, and Mae Scully, the blonde at the Ocean Cafe, had waved at him as he pulled up in front of the store. Mae was a good lay, and she was willing to take five or six bucks, so a fellow didn't feel involved or obligated. "But I have to meet a prospect for a washer-dryer down here at seven. I'll grab a bite down here, okay?"
"Sure, daddy," Eva answered gravely, humping her sweet young ass up and down, winking at her grinning brother. "But when will you be home, or can't you guess?"
Now the tinny voice was brisk, confident. "Don't know for sure." he said. After all, sometimes, when she felt good and hot, Mae liked a second go-round, and she was a great one for sucking a guy's cock. Good as any pro, too. Give her a few drinks and a good fuck, and Mae would take your balls in her mouth, carefully and gently suck each of them until you were nearly out of your mind-well, no use in thinking of it as long as he was talking to his baby daughter.
"But listen, Eva," the big man said earnestly, "be sure and lock up tight, understand? With me not at home, I worry, see? So shoot the bolts, front and rear. I won't be gone so late that you and Joe will be asleep. I'll ring the bell and you can let me in."
Jodie should have been as bright and happy as she was, Eva felt. She reached out and took hold of his warm, smooth prick, and gave it a little series of soft, quick jerks, smiling up at him. Right now, she wouldn't have changed places with any woman in the world. They had both crossed an important Rubicon. Suddenly, her mouth seemed to fill with saliva as she thought of the taste, the light, funky smell of Jodie's semen.
"I want to suck you off, Jodie," she said hoarsely. "Thank goodness, we've got all the time in the world!"
She had her hand on her brother's cock, her tongue licking out at the thought of this great new adventure, but he sprang up and out of bed, his face working with emotion.
"You can't do that!" he cried in a hoarse voice. "I never said we'd do that!"
Eva looked at him in shock and disbelief. "You wanted me to help you," she accused. "We're both scared. I told you, I'm just as scared as you are. You said we'd help each other." She had tears of anger and rejection in her eyes. "All right, Mister Jodie James, you can just go ahead and beat off the rest of your life, for all I care. Get out of my room, hear?"
He jumped back on the bed, his young face sober. "Oh, please, baby," he begged. "I told you not to pay too much attention when I get jumpy. Anyhow, you're a girl. If dad caught us, uh, fooling around, he'd blame me, you know how that goes. And I'm scared of just thinking about you sucking me." He was shaking.
"Oh, all right, then, baby," Eva said, but not as scornfully as it sounded. Her wells of sex were flowing, she felt a wet spot on the bedspread under her pussy. "Come on, lie down by me, and at least we can look at each other's, uh things."
She flung herself on her side, her face toward his crotch, her own groin opposite her brother's face. "Ummmm, it really does look so clean and shiny," she said, holding his fat young cock gently in her soft hand. "Does it feel good when I do this?" She shook it in a short arc, watching the head come out from under the wrinkled, soft skin, then go back. At the same time, she blew her warm breath on it. "Look at me, too," she said crossly. "Pull my legs any way you want, so you can see it real good. If you're ever going to go out with girls-and I know you will, some day-you need to know where the good-feeling spots are." She felt the air hit the slick, warm wetness of her inner cunt lips as he lifted one of her legs. Too bad they had washed all the savor and smell away, first in the tub, then in the shower. She knew what she smelled and tasted like, when her dear little slick pussy was good and hot and unbathed. And she had smelled the delightful, arousing rankness when her dad had skinned his enormous dick while he took a pee for himself.
But apparently she still had some left. She heard Jodie groan in surprise and desire, and heard him say: "Golly, Sis, you sure do smell good." She felt his cheek on her thigh, felt a breath tickle the inflamed surfaces of her blood-heated labia. Why, why didn't he just plunge in, why didn't he stick his mouth down on her clit, his tongue in her tight little cunt hole?
She felt one of his hands fumble between them, and then, oh gorgeous feeling! He was squeezing one of her soft, girlishly firm breasts so hard that she leaped.
"Oh, thank you, Jodie!" she cried. "Oh, baby, that felt so good!"
He answered in a choked voice: "I never knew anything could be so pretty, Sis. Or so alive. You know what happened? When I mashed your titty, your cunt moved. I mean it! It moved. The inside part."
Oh, lick it, she thought miserably. Please, Joe! Lick it! Or I'll go out of my mind! Aloud, she gasped, "It's so clean, Jodie, you might just kiss it, real easy. It won't bite you," she joked weakly, knowing that she wished it could swallow him whole.
She thought she had blown it, for he moved his head back, but apparently it was only so he could see it again, and aim right, for she suddenly felt the most wonderful thrill a girl can have-the very first time a fellow starts to suck her cunt.
She felt his cock grow harder and harder in her hand, and felt it start to throb. But she was so involved in the fiery sensations in her cunt that she was only dimly conscious of anything else. He must have gotten right over her hole, and he must be sucking very hard. It felt as if she were turning inside out, it felt as if every hotly inflamed cunt nerve was rasping on another just like it as the walls of her vagina came together under his heavy suction.
"Ohhhh," she moaned softly, fucking back and forth, hoping he would shove his tongue inside her. "Unnnhhh! Unnnhhh!" She was writhing in the beginning of an orgasm, and she tried to count how many she had, but could not. "OH, JODIE!" she cried in a harsh, hungry tone. "OH, JODIE! YOU'RE SUCKING MY CUNT! OHHH! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUUUMMMMIIINNNGGGG!"
In the excitement, with her entire body helping pour out her feelings, her release, her juice, she got her soft, strong thighs around her brother's face and was holding him tightly against her spasming young cunt. She knew that girls don't "shoot off" as she had heard fellows do. Nonetheless, she felt such contractions of wet and sloppy heat that it seemed as if she would pour out a bucketful of her clear, sweet cunt nectar.
As the heat waned in throbbing recession, she opened her eyes. There, immediately in front of her moaning mouth, was that lovely, hard peter, with a few drops of juice as clear as her own leaking from its little slit. She touched it with her tongue tip, and her inner heat flared again. It looked different, but it had the same delicate flavor as that richer, thicker juice which had shot out all over her in the tub, less than an hour ago.
This time, she had sense enough not to ask. She simply opened her mouth and went down on the hard organ, closing her lips over it, letting her flow of saliva slicken it so her lips didn't drag. She went down on it so hard that it struck her throat a stretching blow, but she enjoyed it. I'II always do that, she made a mental note. J love that kind of hurting!
She pulled away, sucking hard, then slowing down, wrapping her tongue around it, really trying to feel and taste every least little thing about it that made it seem so sweet and nice and loving. She wanted to ask: "How does that feel, Jodie?" but she had the knowledge of his hands clasped in her hair, and he sure as hell wasn't trying to pull her off of it. So it must be feeling super.
She moved down on it again, feeling hotter inside and, at the same time, more confident than ever before. She would make it cum, she would feel it swell up and throb, and then that little slit would open and that incredibly rich, thick juice would come spurting into her throat.
As she thought of those two accidental blasts that had splattered against her tonsils a while ago, she unconsciously tightened her throat muscles, and felt Joe's hands clutch in her hair, then heard him moan: "Oh, Evie, you're so sweet! That feels so good!"
She felt around and found his hand and brought it to her throbbing titty, groaning in deepest pleasure as the pang of his rough squeeze shot through her. She would have to explain to him, later, how a girl's breasts were connected with her twat, how a fellow could really get a girl going by squeezing her boobs. Meanwhile, she had a new idea, a new thought for her pleasure and Jodie's.
She stuck her tongue out, slick and covered with saliva, and by pulling at him, he began to fuck into her mouth, over her tongue, making it a much longer, slicker hole to fuck into than if it was just from the lips on in.
"I don't know what you're doing, sis, but it sure feels good," her kid brother gasped, and she felt pride in her discovery. She wondered how in the world he could wait so long to cum, and then had a shocking thought-he had probably jerked off in the shower, while she was showing her old daddy her pussy.
She knew that the head was the tenderest part, so she suddenly moved back, just holding the head between her strong lips, as if she were sucking a ripe plum. For a few seconds, she moved her lips up and down on the head, touching it with her tongue, licking on the underside of it, and then she felt him rise from the bed as if he were having a seizure, and he cried: "OH, GOD! OH, GOD! I'M CUMMING!"
Now he did try to pry her off, but she had him around his lean butt, hanging on like a leech, and for good measure, she opened her warm, sticky thighs again and enveloped his face. At once he stopped resisting, and she felt his hungry mouth again, chewing softly on the raging cunt that was ready to shoot its own wad again. She felt the heat of semen blast into her mouth, and let it swell her cheeks, slowly slipping a few drops back over her taste buds and down her throat. There was a lot of it. Some of it was leaking out around his plunging cock. He was really fucking into her mouth, now, into her throat, and she did not have to go down on it at all, just let him shoot it into her throat as it plunged in and she swallowed. She felt his body, warm against her own, and knew the triumph of mastering a new experience that was psychological as well as physical. His juice! His cum! The darling, slick, salty jism out of his taut young balls! It was so sweet, so unbelievably dear! In that moment, she loved the three girls who had made her aware of all this. Who had, if you got right down to it, made it happen. And all this time, her heart and her lips and her tongue were devoted to sucking every last drop out of him. And of, as if she were a spectator, enjoying the softer, sweeter orgasm that was bubbling out of her slick, tenderized cunt as Jodie licked at her, tried to suck her all the way in.
She felt wet all over her bottom, all between the sweet globes of her ass as she finally stopped running her tongue over the shuddering head of Joe's cock, and he let his face come away from between her legs. She knew it was part sweat, part Jodie's spit, and part her cum juice, and it felt heavenly. As she thought of it, Jodie put his hand right in there, right between her ass cheeks, pressing in and sawing up and down. He was rubbing at such tenderness of nerves that she let out a scream of joy, "OH, GOODNESS, JODIE BABY!" and clamped her thighs, her ass, together as hard as she could.
He had touched her asshole, too, she knew, because there was a different feeling, a gut-deep pang that was like a joyful pain, if a person could imagine such a thing.
She saw that she had leaked out quite a bit of her brother's seed during the wildness when she was going down on him so hard, and he was fucking her throat the same way a guy would fuck a girl's cunt. There were some big, opaque drops hanging in his pubic hair, and a couple of long, sticky strands of it on his thighs.
She sucked in the goodness and richness of the stray drops, and then, giggling, swerved her open lips and sweeping tongue up and down to take in the strands. It was so close to his balls that she opened her mouth real wide, and very gently sucked them into the warmth of her mouth.
If Joe noticed, he did not say anything, just moaned in a happy fashion, and rubbed his mouth up and down her slit. He must be getting a mouthful, himself, Eva thought, enjoying the live, smooth feeling of his hairless young ball sac. And, in some very strange way that made her young vagina writhe and made her saliva flow, she remembered her dad's big cock, and all that hair sticking out around it. Oh, God! What balls he must have!"
She licked between Jodie's thighs a lot, after she had let his balls go. Her cunt felt wide open, wet and slick and warm, but for a wonder, it seemed fulfilled. At least for now. When Jodie pulled away and rolled on his back, she swiveled around so she could kiss him on the mouth.
His face was sticky and sweet from the flow that he had sucked out of her pussy. It was mild, much milder than it would have been if she had not had the bath. "Did you like it, Jodie?" she asked softly. "Did you like me sucking your peter?"
He threw his strong arms around her and sobbed: "Oh, yess! Oh, Evie, it was so beautiful! I'm glad you made me do it! Oh, am I ever glad! And eating your pussy, that's the lovingest thing I ever did!"
She saw that he had tears in his eyes, and she whispered: "That's why you don't ever need to beat off again, Jodie. Not ever! Sis will suck you any time. Or I'll just hold it in my hand and shoot it off. Like a Roman candle at Fourth of July," she laughed. "Wow! If I didn't like it so well in my throat, I'd love to have it shoot all over my boobs! You've got no idea how good that felt!"
She sat up. "WeVe got a ton of time, Jodie. But I want to fix you a real nice dinner. I'll make that scalloped-potato thing, after all. We both love it, and maybe dadll get home in time to eat some of it himself!"
She rolled off the bed, delighting in the grown-up feeling of having sucked a man's peter, of having had a man suck her juicy, responsive, sweetly aching cunt. Her breasts felt so full of heat and fuck-fire that she held them in her hands, looking at them, at herself, in the vanity mirror. "Jodie," she said, "they're bigger! Just in this short a time. I know they're bigger!"
He came and stood by her, hugging her, rubbing his still wet cock against her hip. He leaned down and sucked in one of the hard nipples cresting the firm cone. His cock felt warmer, and he put one hand between her legs from the rear, slipping a finger into his sister's fuck hole, the first time he had ever done such a thing.
"Better watch it," Eva laughed huskily. "Or we'll never get fed."
They put on the fewest possible clothes, since it was warm from the late afternoon sun. Jodie helped as much as he could, but, when Eva once more mentioned fixing enough for dad, he laughed.
"You don't know so much about Dad, do you?" he teased.
Eva looked puzzled. "I don't know what you mean," she said.
"I think dad's got some pussy lined up," he said. "Wasn't he going to stay home and send me to the store? Then, all of a sudden, he leaves. Next thing you know, he's not going to come home until later. That reads out like he's got something hot lined up." He laughed.
Eva shook her head. "He's thirty-seven," she said. "Does a guy that old-does he still, you know, want it?"
"You better believe it," Jodie assured her. "Geez, sis, how can you be so dumb? Guys like seventy years old want it. And get it, too." He felt of his own prick. "I could do it again before he gets home," he said. "Wow! That was nice. Sorry I was so scared."
His sister looked at him tenderly.
"You're doing all right," she said. She thought about the size of their father's cock. It made her shiver. She had been feeling very good, comfortable and warm between her legs. But now, all of a sudden, her pussy felt hot and swollen. I have a lot to learn, she told herself humbly. But I wish I knew more to tell Jodie, more to help him with.
When she was through with the one-dish meal, Eva put the kitchen stove's oven clock on a time an hour later and set it at three hundred degrees. "Won't boil over," she said, "while we're upstairs. Talking."
Jodie seemed more confident. He cupped her firm little buttock with one big hand, and squeezed. It made her cunt feel as if it were hanging open, just for a second. It felt good. Eva turned and hugged him, putting her face against his bare chest.
"Jodie," she asked tensely, "would you stick it in me if I asked you? They say it's a hundred times better than beating yourself off. And I've heard girls say that their guys like it twice as good as a blow job." Her cheeks were flushed, her breasts seemed to be so tight and full that they ached. "Would you, Jodie?"
The boy tensed. She felt his peter, standing hard between them, begin to go down. "I thought you said you just wanted to talk," he said defensively.
She put her hand on his cock, still large but no longer hard. It was crazy. The least little thing scared him soft. Still, she knew the feel of his cock in her mouth, the taste of his cum goo on her taste buds. That was a lot more than she had expected, an hour ago.
She gave his tool a friendly squeeze. "Don't get scared, little brother," she said teasingly. "That's just one of the things I wanted to talk about."
They ran upstairs, laughing, and fell on Eva's bed together.
"It's better in here," she said. "Dad always looks in your room without knocking. He never looks in mine, just knocks and asks if I'm all right."
Jodie shivered. "If he ever did look in here and find us doing what we we're doing," he said, "he wouldn't have to kill me. I'd die, just from fright."
His sister caressed his young dick, pulling the skin back off its somewhat shriveled head, pressing the little eye open. There was a drop of slick, clear fluid there, and she leaned down and put the tip of her tongue on it. She felt a hard spasm of cum-pain in her cunt, far up in the dark near her juvenile womb. "Oooh, Jodie," she whispered, "this has been some day, hasn't it?" Without another word, she leaned across his bare belly, licking her lips all around before taking his hard young prick in her mouth. The feeling of being about to cum persisted. And there was a nice thing. New, and sort of what she had been thinking of.
They had sweat a great deal during their wild session on this very bed. And both of them had gone to the bathroom before they went downstairs. Jodie had let his sister hold his cock and aim it while he urinated. Now there was a new taste, a sharper flavor to her brother's sweet, throbbing peter. The male rankness of sweat under a foreskin. The acrid bite of a leftover drop of piss.
CHAPTER FOUR
After their dinner, after another hour of play, when their dad still hadn't come home, Eva gave him up. She felt just a bit disgusted with herself, with Joe. "He's such a damned baby," she muttered to "herself as she brushed her long, dark hair, admiring the way her young breasts seemed to get bigger as she raised her arms. Her transparent nightie, her very shortest one that barely came to her crotch, showed the sharply pointed little titties at their best.
She had put another tampon back in her tight little pussy. The sight of the white string, peeping out from between her fat cuntlips with their black hair, gave her a grown up feeling. "And the way I feel, I could start flowing right this minute," she said in her confidentially low voice.
Damn Jodie, anyhow! She had gotten it up for him, mainly by letting him look, at close range, into the slickly pink opening of her sweet little cunt. But when she tried to pull him onto her, tried to fuck up at him and lodge his hard tool in her wishful vagina, he had turned chicken. But at least he had greased his fingers with some kind of cream, and he had finger-fucked her until she had a couple of big, relieving cums. And at the same time, he had let her jerk at his cock, telling her just how to do it, and complaining that she didn't know any more about a guy's prick than he knew about a girl's pussy. As she was only too well aware.
"I sure wish I knew more," she said aloud, her sweet little face wistful in the big mirror. "I wish I knew about me, and about him. Maybe I could talk some sense into his head."
She jumped as she heard the doorbell. She had forgotten about her dad. Now, startled, she ran out of her room and down the stairs, remembering only after she reached the first floor hall that she had on this wild, revealing little scrap of nightie. And, if what Joe had said was true, it wouldn't mean a thing to her dad. In Jodie's coarse expression, "he'll probably be fucked out!"
As a matter-of-fact, Kelly James had thought he was, too. Mae had been hot, ready, juicy, and very, very tight. "I'm about due for my period, Kelly baby," she had laughed, once they were in his "secret room" at the store, and had both undressed. "I always get extra hot. And my old pussy tightens up like when we were in school."
He had thrown her on her back, sucking at her streaming hole while she kicked her heels and squealed in joy, cumming with a rush and a roar. Her cunt juice tasted rich and strong, like a woman's should. And her thick blonde cunt hair had absorbed a lot of the girl-cum as she had worked. Now it was dried and chewy, as he mouthed around in that stiff bush. Like a good cheese, he thought. Good old Mae! So they had fucked a couple of times. Twice in an hour is pretty good for anybody, Kelly thought. "I'll be glad to hit the sack," he had laughed as he squeezed good old Mae's big boobs one last time, leaning into her car.
But he felt a strange, frightening sense of lust as the door opened on his daughter. This afternoon, looking up at the hairy, fat little spread of young cunt, he had known she was a woman. Come to think of it, that was what had given him the drive to call Mae at her work, after she had waved to him, and, there was no denying it, he had fucked the blonde because of that haunting memory of his little girl's cute, fat little pussy.
He bent to kiss her, and was surprised when she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. He had the peculiar desire to shove his big tongue into her sweet youth mouth, and trembled inwardly as he thought of making his flesh too much a part of this young girl, sprung from his loins, a part of him. Some deep tribal instinct made the thought sickening, but an instinct that went back millions of years deeper gave him a glow in his big cock and balls.
"You're a little late," Eva said, pretending grown-up severity, but she gaily took her father's hand and trotted beside him as they went to the stairs. She was sniffin the air to see if she could get any olfactory confirmation of Joe's predictions, but she suddenly thought: If I go up ahead of daddy, he'll be looking right into my ass, my cunt.
It had its pleasant side, but it was frightening, too. After all, she was very young, only thirteen, and conditioned to care very much what her father wanted from her, wanted her to do, expected of her.
He may have had the same thought, for he put his big arm down around her, across her warm little back and under her arm. She was more than a foot shorter than he was, so the position was awkward, but Eva was aware that his hand was in the sweetly haired young armpit, brushing her jiggling, soft little breast.
Her father must have had the same thought, for his face was red and he leaned slightly because a brand-new hard-on, just coming on, made it necessary.
He kissed her good night at the door of his room, and she went on to her door, but slowly. When she saw that there was no light showing under Jodie's door, she opened it and looked in. Her heart was pounding, and she had a strange warmth in her pussy, not at all like she had felt earlier. This feeling had a large portion of fear.
Her brother was asleep. "Sweet baby," she breathed. "He's the one who's all fucked out." She almost giggled. "Well ... sucked out," she said in that faint whisper which only reached her own ears.
She turned back to her father's room, knocked so softly that only a man whose senses were sharpened could have heard it, and went in swiftly at the low-voiced command, "Come on in."
Kelly James had all his clothes off except his slacks and was sitting on the bed. Like his daughter's, his heart was beating very hard. But, where she felt the frightening beauty of adventurous fear, he felt confusion and, perhaps, remorse.
He had brought out his jar of Vaseline and two or three of the brightly colored, photographically illustrated sex books he kept in his bottom dresser drawer. Because he knew he was going to have to jerk off, if he was to get any sleep. He had seen a fringe of long, silky cunt hair hanging below the hem of Eva's nightie. He had felt similar hair under her arms, damp and fragrant with her sweet perspiration. He had not been able not to brush her young tits with his hand, they were so cute and hot and appealing. A monster! That was his thought.
And still, there was something about his getting another hard-on that tickled him. "Damn good for a guy my age," he had chuckled to himself, alone in his room.
And now, out of all reason, here was his daughter!
He looked at her curiously. Why had she come in here? What sort of temptation had God-or the Devil-rigged up for him? He had had a few drinks with Mae, and they must have hit him harder than usual.
He smiled at Eva, a somewhat tentative smile, but she looked at him seriously, her sweet little face worried, her small, tender hands locked just above her pussy, barely concealed by the gown.
"I came in here to apologize to you, daddy. To ask you to forgive me. To ask you for help."
He was jolted out of his confusion. "Apologize?" he asked. "What for? What'd you do to me?"
"This afternoon," she said in a low voice, sitting on the edge of a chair opposite where he sat on his bed. Her thighs, surprisingly mature for such a small girl, were tight together. Not that I'd look at her sweet little cunt, Joe lied to himself. But he looked.
"This afternoon," she went on, not looking at him, and with her face red, "when you came home and knocked on the bathroom door." She gulped, really frightened at what she was doing, completely unsure of her motive. "I've thought about it all day, me being so prissy with you. About seeing me naked," she added, shivering inside.
He looked at her and said: "You already apologized. Right there and then. Anyhow, I was a little bit schnockered. On beer. Had a few with the lady who bought the reefer. But thanks, baby. You're sweet!"
She remained where she was. "Daddy, I meant what I said today. I'd really like for you to look at me. Down there, I mean." His blush seemed to burn all over her body. Even her skin felt a bit too warm, and inside her cuntlips, far up in her young fuck-tube, there was a rippling wave of heat. Or was it? Was it fear? Or was it love?
"Go on, baby," Kelly said. "Go to bed. I've had a tough day. You're making it tougher."
"No, daddy!" Eva protested. "I want you to know that I love you too much to be afraid of you. You'll make me feel terrible if you don't look." She opened her thighs wide, which made the skimpy gown hike up, showing the dark triangle of dark hair, the top of the demurely hidden slit that made her a woman. Her father could not help staring, and was unconscious of the fact that he had licked his thick lips as he saw the warm little twat. "Please, daddy, I want you to."
He was opening his mouth to say "No!" in a positive voice when the shy girl got up and went to sit beside him on the bed. She was breathless from the effort it took to offer her body for a man's viewing, even her dad, having been brainwashed to protect her cunt and her breasts from male view. And she was topsy-turvy inside from the most hopeless confusion she had ever known.
Maybe her dad could help her. Maybe he could, honestly, teach her some of the things she almost knew, but wasn't sure of. Maybe he could-and would-give her some new kind of tenderness and parental understanding that few kids ever had. Like letting her be a human.
She snuggled close to him, feeling the warmth of his bare body. It gave her such a silent squeal of need from her pussy that she nearly fainted. She became aware that her father had a hard-on, that he had the books out. She even saw the Vaseline, and knew what it was for. Now, she had an added motive. If she could help Jodie, she must also help her father. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his mouth working.
"Please, daddy, just so I won't go to bed and stay awake because I feel bad?" she begged. "Like you said, I'm your little girl. You've seen me naked all my life. Until a couple of years ago."
He turned and looked at her "You say it would help you?" he asked. "You sure you mean that? You want me to look at your, uh, your body? Naked? Unnnhhh!" He let out a long sigh and looked away. His hard-on throbbed. I must have a whole, big, brand-new load built up, he told himself. What'll I do with it? Where'll I shoot it?
But he turned and took his little daughter by her arms, looking at her face but seeing down into the open top of the gown, seeing her lovely, pointed little boobs, the natural wrinkle of her belly at the waistline, even seeing the top of her dark bush of cunt hair. He tried to laugh, but nearly choked. "Maybe you won't be safe with me, little baby," he said huskily. "You know anything about men? About guys, I should say?"
She was able to smile, after a fashion. "No," she said. "That's my trouble. That's why I want your help. That's why I want you to look at me, at my, uh, you-know-what."
"Come on, baby," he said, shaking her gently. He sensed a certain amount of play-acting; the phoniness of the child gave him a bit of playful courage. "You know the common names for such things."
She dropped her eyes, her cheeks flaming. "Yes," she said in a very low voice. "But I'm afraid to use them. Oh, daddy!" and she flung herself on him and sobbed, "I need your help so much!"
And odd wave of freedom swept Kelly James. Even his hard-on subsided to half-size. If his daughter needed help, well, then, that made things different. Made them all right, in fact. He stood up, towering over the tiny girl, whose thighs were now apart again, and whose tiny nightie was around her waist. "Go ahead," he said in a rasping voice, "take the gown off. I'll do what you say."
Relief and fear swept the girl. She truly wanted to learn, truly wanted to make up to her beloved father if she had hurt him today. But there was a brilliant pang of cunt-hunger flashing through her soft, juicy, trembling young vagina, striking like fire in her wet, slick cuntlips. She closed her eyes as she raised her body, then her arms, and peeled out of the gown. "Are you going to undress?" she asked. "It would help me. You know, with some things I need to know."
"Wait a minute," Kelly said harshly. "You want to look at Me? What in hell are you trying to learn?"
His daughter, now lying on her back again, hands crossed over her soft young breasts, found it hard to speak. "I don't know anything about guys," she said. "I never have dated. Jodie's my little brother." She felt delightedly hypocritical about this last sally, and it gave her confidence. "Who can I ask, except you?" she asked.
"Son of a bitch!" her father muttered. He was looking down at the softly haired young cunt. The lips seemed to be stuck together, probably with the same girl-goo that had flowed from Mae tonight. He licked his lips. Tentatively, he unbuckled his belt. "You don't know anything about men, huh?" he asked. "That seems odd."
Eva sat up, opening her eyes, looking indignant. "I'm not a liar!" she said. "Of course I know what guys have. I've seen pictures, read books. I've seen Jodie's little peter, a hundred times. But I don't know what they're like! Guys' dongs, I mean. How they feel, how they really look where they feel good."
She put her hands out appealingly, and somehow they found the hooking clasp on her father's trousers, the reinforcing button, the zipper. Her little face was determined. Her dad stood still.
"I'll be goddamned," he muttered, looking down at the tenderly seductive child-form of his daughter. "You really want that kind of help? You really think I'm the one to help you?" He let his cock swing out from the opening in his shorts, and heard Eva gasp. "Take hold of it," he said kindly. "See how it feels. Then well put it up."
The little girl's soft, warm hands were already on it. Not hard, it was still big enough for both her tiny hands to hold it, with the dark-red head still in view. "How does it feel?"
"I don't know what to say," his daughter gulped. "I guess it feels nice. No, better than that. Wonderful!" She was moving her hands up and down, very slowly, watching the big head show and expand as she brought the thick skin back all the way. Like Jodie's, all right, but somehow different. Darker. Much bigger. And gracious! That wonderful smell!
She looked up at her dad, her freckles standing out like brown stars, her face was so white. "Is there a special place it feels good to a guy?" she asked. "If I got around like other girls," she said humbly, "I guess I'd know without asking."
Goddamn it, he thought. How old were the girls I used to bang in junior high? Thirteen? Twelve, some of them. And these fucking ignorant baboons, they don't ask my kid out? For a few seconds, he was furious with the insensate oafs who passed up a cutie like his daughter, then he said: "Okay, baby, if it'll help you, or give you more confidence, I'll do anything I can for you. Anything." And when he had said this, he felt singularly free from guilt. A man helped his kids, didn't he? No matter what kind of help it was.
"Skin it back," he said. "It's getting hard. That's because you're holding it, and that feels good. And I'm looking at you, and you're a naked girl. A naked woman, really." He smiled. And it was now an unforced, genuine smile of love. "The books call it an erection, when a man's, uh, penis gets hard. But it's usually called a hard-on." He grunted: "Unnnhhhh!" as her hands squeezed down on it.
"Penis, huh?" his daughter asked. "I listen to the other girls. At school, you know. Especially after gym, when we're all naked in the showers." She giggled, and Kelly James shivered, thinking about those ranks of young, soft, warm bodies, little titties jiggling, sweet little pussies wet with perspiration and sweet cunt juice.
Her two hands, so softly frigging him, had his cock so hard that it would have snapped off if he ran into a door with it. "So," he said, "what's that mean? They have other names for a guy's dong? I know, baby, I know. We can talk plain. When a guy's cock gets hard. Or his prick." He felt more comfortable, but he looked at the door, and heard his daughter whisper, "It's okay. I locked it. And Jodie's asleep. I looked."
Without warning, she laid her cheek against her father's cock, loving the warmth and hardness of it. Unlike Jodie, he didn't flinch. Maybe I can suck him, the girl thought excitedly. She had only wanted to make a start, to get her dad in a mood where, sooner or later, she could talk to him openly about sex. And I do need help, she thought defensively.
She looked up at him holding his huge prick against her face, and asked: "When are you going to look at me? I feel so funny down there. So warm, sort of. And itchy. I guess it's from holding your cock," and she blushed hotly, the tide of crimson starting near her middle and flaming both ways, making her whole body a bright red.
"Lie back," her father said, now feeling free and in command of his faculties. "If it'll help you, I'll do it! And listen, baby, I'm not doing you any favors. There's nothing I'd rather do than look at a warm, sweet cunt. Even if it's my little girl's." He took hold of her ankles. "Even if I hold your legs up, I'm still too tall," he complained. "I want to give you a real look. I'll kneel down, and you can open it up for me. No," he said, remembering how it had seemed to be sealed with dried cunt ooze, "just put your legs apart, and I'll open it."
In spite of his feeling of ease, based on the true belief that he was helping his little girl, Kelly was flushed with a sort of apprehension, what of, he could not have said. He had put tomorrow in a dark closet, and dredged up a yesterday covered with the slime of semen and girl-cum. It gave him a shivery feeling between his shoulder blades, but he loved it.
With soft touch and careful anticipation, he put his broad thumbs on either side of the tightly sealed slit, feeling them sink into the springy, soft flesh of the hairy, outer cuntlips. He was breathing hard, and the very slight fragrance of a young girl's sweated crack, of her almost pure cunt juice, barely reached through the lasting fragrance from Mae Scully's mature snatch. His heart was pounding heavily, and he could feel each surge of hot blood it pumped in the explosively sensitized head of his cock.
As he pressed on the tender, hairy cushions to force them open, there was a very faint little popping sound, and his young daughter's body moved sharply. "Did that hurt you, baby?" Kelly asked thickly, and sighed when the hoarse young voice whispered: "No! It felt good!"
He kept pressing, pushing the thick lips back, and his mouth almost overflowed with spit. First there was the pink and grainy underside of the big outer lips. They were moist and quivering. Their odor was delicious. Then there were the fat, slick little rolls of inner labia, so tightly gorged with blood that he knew his daughter was very, very hot. His cock was giving him the devil.
He could barely breathe when he saw it all, held wide open, the coral-pink membrane etched with the deep red lace of surface veins, the pulsing little hole at the bottom. And all of it agleam with the thin, sweet, clear mucous secretions of a healthy young woman-child's vagina, its soft, hidden folds creeping inside this young body.
Eva's legs were spread like a frog's. She could feel the strain on the big tendons that run up the inside of a girl's thighs exactly to the top of her slit. She could hear her father's ragged breathing even over the thunder of her own pulses, and feel his warm breath in exact rhythm with his breathing, stirring the short, dry cunt hairs, tickling the quivering sensitivity of her young cunt. Involuntarily, her body moved sharply and she groaned.
Her father was astounded. He saw no signs of a maidenhead, but surely no experienced girl, experienced with sex, that is, could ever come to her father for instruction. Or seduction. When she twisted her body and said: "Ooooonnnnhhh!" like a grunt driven out of a cumming woman, he drew a deep breath and said shakily, "You seem awfully hot, dear!" And then he felt ashamed. No matter what his old-fashioned ideas might be, this was a human who needed help. But he was not sure what he should do. Not sure where he should stop. Or even, whether he could stop-
The sweet child, her young fists clenched, whispered, "Oh, daddy! I'm so hot! So hot! It hurts me so!" And then, hoarsely: "Can you touch me somewhere down there? Anywhere at all! Ooooh! Ooooh! I'm so hot, daddy!" And her young, sweetly rounded ass bumped up and down, her body straining.
His tongue had been hard from the moment he had seen his child downstairs, with the strands of dark hair showing below the nightie. He could no longer hold back. He simply leaned down and in, covering the entire cunt with his mouth, and began to suck and lick, turning and twisting his face so that lips, tongue, teeth and all were busy.
He had a firm grip under and over his daughter's thighs, and he felt them tense like cables as she began to cum. And scream. It was a beautiful moment, bringing relief to this young daughter he had always adored, but on whom he had turned impersonal eyes.
The child was so conditioned and drained by all that had happened to her on this very special day that her screams were at once hoarse and quiet. "OH, DADDY, THAT'S SO GOOOOD! OH, HOW I LOVE YOU!" Her young hands were holding his head, holding his face against her wide-open cunt, and she was fucking up at him with all the strength of her back and loin muscles. Instinct, he thought. How beautiful it is!
And he drove his big tongue as deep into Eva's squirming, nipping little pussy as deep as it would go, far enough in to feel the clutch of her cunt's entry muscles. There was a hard flow of her hot juice, and he sucked it in as if he were a thirsty traveler at a waterhole. The taste of her was sweet, it was human, and far more delicate than Mae's. After all, she had had a bath only a few hours before, he remembered, and hotly looked forward to a warm afternoon when he would find her at home, sweated and ripe from exercise and from sitting on it in school all day.
"OHHH! OHHH!" Eva cried. Her body was slowing down, but not the delirious thrills of an orgasm that seemed to be coming up all the way from her breasts. And then, just as the flames flickered down inside her, Kelly James very deliberately put his lips over the aching, depleted clitoris and sucked it hard.
He had learned this trick many years ago from a Mexican buddy. They had been balling a couple of dark, hot chickies from the barrio. Every town in that part of the world has one. And the two young studs, trading girls back and forth, were teaching each other every trick they knew. This attack on a just-exploded clit and cunt was the greatest. And he used it now in love and pleasure. Teaching his daughter something she might pass on to some dumb-ass kid.
Slowly, he released his hold on his daughter's firm thighs and sat back on his heels. He was amazed that his cock hadn't shot its load, willy-nilly, but his memory of Mae's heat and her thorough fucking and sucking had given him a lot of cool-power.
He leaned down and kissed the sweet, slick, tired little pussy, still recovering from the harsh after-spasm he had given her by attacking her clit while it was not recovered. The slight body jumped, and then the sweet little face smiled, the clear young eyes opened, and his darling little Eva held her hands on his cheeks.
"Oh, thank you, daddy, thank you!" she said. "I was just thinking-I know that guys sometimes kiss a girl there, and I was so hot, I needed it so. And you did it! Oh, I can never thank you enough for what you did! Did you enjoy looking? I never thought it would come to this."
She was not lying, at least not consciously. Perhaps, in the bottom of her heart, she had wanted her father sexually. In some book she had read, a famous man had said so. But I did want to make sure I hadn't hurt his feelings, she thought sincerely. My daddy!
He got up on the bed and rolled on his side, trying not to rub his straining prick on the coverlet. "Get around here where I can look at it some more," he invited. "You said maybe I could help you. What is it you want me to do?" He thought: If she touches my cock, I'll shoot a load that'll scare the piss out of her. But he good-naturedly pulled her around so that her slit was exactly even with his face. He gently folded back the thick flaps. The little pussy was a much deeper pink, almost red, and it was slicker, too, with his spit and her cum juice. He touched her just below her clit, and then on either side of it. The tiny organ was barely visible, having retreated after the prolonged orgasm and its sharp, painful sequel. The small, oddly mature body jerked, and Eva squealed, "Wow! What did you do?" She fucked toward his face, laughing.
"I was looking for your hot spots," her father said, holding the tender little cunt wide open, looking as deep into it as he could. "But I guess you know where they are. For a young kid, you're certainly juicy."
"I know." The little voice was like a sigh. "Especially at this time of the month." And Kelly remembered that his daughter had leaned forward and felt between her legs in a strangely grown-up way when she had first come in.
"I'm going to do something," he said. "Nothing much. I just want to stick my finger into you." He moved his finger around in her streaming outer genitalia, in her dripping inner lips. He pushed down past her small cuntal opening, and found more of the clear, slick goo between her ass cheeks.
When he began to shove his finger into her fuck hole, she immediately went into a twisting spiral with her body, blindly hugging her thighs, so that he felt her warm, smooth skin on his cock. He was surprised that he did not shoot his load all over her face and titties. That business with Mae fixed me up to fuck all night, he said to himself, deeply pleased at his ability to hold it. His loss of confidence had given him all manner of troubles in sex, and premature ejaculation had been one of them. Except with a whore, or some old friend like Mae, whom he regarded as at least fifty per cent whore, he had developed a devastatingly unmanning lack of male certainty. To manage his ejaculation this well, even if it were only with a young girl-and his daughter, at that-gave him a sense of returned pride.
He continued probing with his finger as his child's body thrashed in a very grown up orgasm, feeling the joy of it in his mind as well as in his prick and balls. He said again: "You're a hot little kid."
"You make it feel so good," the girl whispered. "It's your finger being so big. It just felt heavenly. So much better than mine. Or a, uh, well ... never mind," she said uncertainly.
Joe probed deeper into her, making her squeal again. "Feel that?" he asked as he tapped his blunt finger against her hard, girlish cervix. "That's your cervix, the mouth of your womb." He laughed in a gusty, shaking quiver of pleasure. "When you're old enough to have babies, they'll grow in your womb." He felt like a fool, saying it. The kid was small, but she was old enough to menstruate, which also meant she was old enough to conceive.
He thought of an earthy proverb passed on to him by an old friend from California, Tom Suvak: "Old enough to bleed, old enough to butcher," and it made him shiver inwardly. Stick a cock like his in this tiny, smooth, tender little hole? It would rip her apart. But he was curious at what his daughter had not said.
"What do you mean," he asked, swirling his finger in the rich, slick juice that filled her super-soft vaginal folds, "after you said my finger felt better than yours, or than 'a, uh, well, never mind?' I don't believe I know what one of those is." He pulled out with his finger, turning a part of the upper lining of her cunt out, so that he could lash it with his broad tongue.
"Oh, daddy, you're killing me!" the girl groaned, but she was laughing. "What did you do? Oh, never mind that, either." She had hold of his cock, so gently that he barely realized it, but knew she was frigging him gently, and possibly breathing on the sensitive head. "I know youVe wondering why I haven't got a, you know, a hymen. A maidenhead. I don't know if I ever had one. I've been sticking my finger into me for as long as I can remember. And daddy. I said I wouldn't lie to you. Other things. Like small Italian squashes, or anything shaped like a penis. A cock, I mean. Don't be mad at me. All girls do those things. At least, I believe they do."
"It's all right, baby," her dad said. "I was curious, I admit it. I just didn't see how any girl could be as, well, as responsive as you are, and keep away from guys."
She didn't say anything, and a fierce surge of heat made him pull away and look down to his crotch. She had the big head of his cock in her mouth, and her sunken cheeks and moving throat muscles indicated she was trying to suck it. Really sucking it.
It had simply become too much for Eva to resist. It wasn't curiosity. She knew that it had been in another woman's cunt. The savory odor was like her own when she was hot and hadn't had a bath. From a generously hot woman, she knew. And there were drying flakes on the stem that had to be cum juice, dehydrating. It felt so good in her hands, and the head was so excitingly large, she wondered if she could get it in her mouth. So she opened as wide as she could, and took it in. It gave her a shock wave of heat deep inside. It was huge, compared to Jodie's, but not that huge. Not too big to suck. Taste, texture, size, they made her mouth drool, but they made her cunt twist like mad. And her dad, thrown into a sharp spasm of heat, thrust his finger into her pussy and his cock into her gullet. Then, trying not to come, he stopped all motion, content to let the child suck it as best she could.
She opened her mouth and let the big prick go. "That makes how many?" she asked in a shaking voice. "Four? Five? Did you keep score?"
She closed her thighs so that she held her dad's hand tightly, and moved her body in hard shiver, gurgling. "Ooooh, daddy, you just know what to do!" she cried, her heart in her voice. "You're so good!"
He quivered all over in a sudden feeling of need and fear. If I don't shoot this wad pretty soon, he thought, I'm going to lie awake and hurt in my nuts all night. But did he dare fuck hard into that small mouth, that tender throat?
"That's too big for your mouth, baby, isn't it?" he asked softly. "I saw what you were trying to do. It was lovely. But I'm too big, isn't that the truth?"
She squeezed his cock in her small, warm hand and shut her eyes, shaking her head. "No!" she said positively. "It hurt me a little, when you shoved it into my throat. But I know that girls suck these big things, just like I knew that guys kiss girls on their pussies. Would you really cum in my mouth?"
He fucked his cock gently back and forth in her hand, and she opened her mouth, her pink tongue out, and let it slide across her wet tongue and in against the roof of her mouth.
"That feels good," she said gravely. "But listen, Daddy, may you can at least try something, just for me. Just this once."
He laughed. "You name it, baby. You know I'll do it if I can."
Her face flushed, and he saw the hot tide of blood burn all the way down to her thighs. The smell of her hot young pussy swirled around his face, and he lurched in a wave of pure lust.
The child pulled away from him, letting out a little yelp as his finger came out of her tiny cunt with a Pop!, and got on all fours, her face above his. She was shaking with excitement, her eyes glazed with heat from her yearning cunt.
"I want you to-stick it in me," she said. And then, as his face went sober and he opened his mouth to speak, she said, "Oh, please! I have to know what it's like! I have to feel it, don't you see? If I'm ever going to have the chance to be grown up, to feel grown up! I know I'm tight, but if it hurts you, I'll stop! I promise!"
She was so excited, so wild with fuck-heat, that her mouth hung open and her sweet, clear saliva drooled down onto his chest. He remembered something they had not done. She probably hadn't experienced this, either, French kissing. He pulled her down and stuck his big tongue into her open mouth, swallowing her spit, getting a new charge of passion in his cock as her tongue wrapped around his. She began to jerk at his cock, and he could tell she was crying.
Her offer to stop, "if it hurts you," was so touching, since she thought of him rather than of her own tender parts, that he was almost in a frenzy of concern and love. "We've got to have something real slick, smeared all over it," he said. "If we're even going to try. I don't think it'll go into you. I'm too big, and you're so small." The thought, instead of bothering him, gave him a savage jolt of masculine pride. He had always had a big cock, bigger than average. Big enough so that what few women he had tried to fuck this past year had all been tight. Too tight. In some crazy way, he mixed this with his emotional, physical, and mental failure in sex. How could a man know? Maybe this weird, perhaps horrible business with a child, his child, would help him. And besides, she was the one who wanted help.
He could feel her body quivering as he tongued her, and knew it must have added to her already flaming desire. He had never known any woman to be so easy to bring to a cum, so hot, so wildly ready.
But she pulled away and said: "Maybe we don't need anything slick. Feel me. I'm slick enough. Oh, Daddy, let me have it! I want your cock in me so bad!"
She was on her knees, jumping up and down, and he looked at her crotch, seeing cunt hair enough to prove her womanhood, seeing the thick lips spread apart, the inner lips red, the hot juice dripping down from the dark, wet hairs at the edges of her split.
"Get on top of me," he ordered hoarsely. "If it'll go in at all, it'll have to be that way. Careful," as she swiftly straddled his wide loins. "I'm about to shoot it. And listen, baby, if it does go in, and I start to cum, I'll have to pull you off. I can't risk knocking up my own kid." He moved her ass with his hands, both of them panting, out of their heads with the itch of lust.
"Ooooh, Good Jesus!" he groaned, as her movements wiped his prick up and down in the slickness of her young cunt. "Watch it! And remember, if I start to pop my nuts, I'll shove you off."
He felt something incredibly wonderful happening to his dick. And little Eva, her young body as tense as a bowstring, felt a shock of indescribable pain and beauty as the head of her father's cock went past the soft, slickly cum-juiced entry to her body. There was a marvelous, beautifully hurtful sense of stretch, and she ducked her head to look between her thighs, shocked to see how much of her dad's cock had not yet gone in.
But the very sight of the thick column partly buried in her young body was more aphrodisiac than anything she had ever dreamed. It had been darker than Jodie's from the first. Now, even the soft skin that had slid up and down under her hand was a dark red.
Unconsciously, she jigged her body, her split young ass, up and down, and felt a burst of new and lovely pain as another inch went up her. She looked down at her father and found him grim-lipped.
"I'm hurting you , I just know it," she said. "I know I promised I'd get off, but please, daddy, can't I get a little more in me? It feels so fantastic!"
As she spoke, her father, without willing it, fucked up at her, driving into her, spreading the young cuntlips until they seemed about to tear apart. The girl screamed shrilly, and her lovely young ass twisted and turned as she tried to beat up and down on her father's hard cock.
"OH, DADDY!" she screamed, trying to get her face down to his, her tongue writhing out of her mouth. "YOU'RE FUCKING ME! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM! OH, DADDY, I THANK YOU FOR THIS FUCK!"
There was still at least three inches of her father's prick that couldn't make it past that tight entry, those gripping muscles, the smallness of her slick, loving cunt sheath. She was feeling it all the way, she later thought, to her tits, to her armpit. "Like it was going to go clear through me and come out at my mouth," she told Jodie the next day.
Kelly James felt as if his balls would explode and burst all over the bed. He had started to cum, feeling the painful but beautiful sense of deep release as his powerful load shot up his fuck-tube. He was almost mad, fearing to shoot this stream of jism into a virgin cunt, but, as any man would, he delayed.
She's getting off, he said in his mind. I can't disturb her while she's doing that, can I? But all the time, he was feeling the heat of his bursting balls, the heat of the boiling semen firing up into the tiny, tight cunt of his daughter.
It was actually her spasms of orgasm that uncunted him. She was so shaken with the hard, hot joy of cumming that she flung herself at his face, and pulled her sore, strained cunt off the heavy, brutally hard cock as it was shooting its third blast of his seed.
Even in her delirium, even practically in the middle of a cum, Eva turned to see the wonders of a grown man shooting off. It was too much for her, to see this fountain of love go to waste. She missed one powerful jet of sperm, and then her open mouth was on the pumping cock, the throbbing cockhead, and she was feeling the blast of slickness going all over her mouth, filling it so that she had to swallow hard to get it all.
And Kelly, enjoying it all the more because this third-or maybe the fourth, he never did remember-flood of orgasmic jism was paining him from cocktip to asshole, pulled his little daughter roughly around with her divided young ass over his face, and began to suck her cunt as if he were dying of thirst.
Only when his cock would not give up another drop did Eva let her head fall off it, her exhausted body shaking itself apart as her father continued to suck on flesh wasted from too much joy. Hard shocks of cumming followed each suck of his thick lips, but she was too exhausted to break away.
At last, one hard, final shock of forced orgasm made her leap away, and her dad let her fall on her back beside him. He was staring into her open cunt with fuck-glazed eyes. It was distended, both inner and outer lips swollen.
"Well, baby," he sighed, "I guess we found out one thing. My cock won't go all the way into you." He shuddered with post-coital disgust. "Get up," he said, "and get out. We've done a terrible thing."
But the courageous girl turned and fell across his chest, his pearly, opague jism showing at the corners of her soft, sweet mouth.
She kissed him softly, stroking his hair back with one hand.
"You did something beautiful for me, Daddy," she breathed. "If mom was here, maybe I could ask her. But maybe not. It seems more natural, to me, to find out from your father." She kissed him again, this time on the lips, and teased him with her pointed little tongue.
With her other hand, she reached and found his wet, sticky cock, still big and fat, and she stroked it lovingly.
"I don't care what you say," she whispered firmly, "I think you've done a good, unselfish service to your daughter, and I think you're a beautiful person. And listen to me, please. You know those books and that Vaseline? I think I know what they meant. Daddy, please listen to me! You don't ever, ever have to do that again! Never! Not as long as I'm alive!"
He opened his eyes and saw only calmness, love, and purpose in his daughter's dear little face. His heart swelled and he felt immeasurably better. She grinned at him and squeezed his cock again.
"Even if I get married and leave home," she said, laughing, "you can always come by when my husband's at work."
The saltiness, the earthy impact of her quip brought Kelly James completely back to the real world. He held his daughter and kissed her, and then said, "Okay, but it's time you were in bed. So goodnight!"
He started with new fear as he saw blood on her inner thigh, and said: "I must have hurt you, baby. Look at the blood!"
His daughter looked at herself in his mirror, held her hairy little cuntlips apart, and laughed. "I told you I was due," she said. "I guess what we did just started me to flowing. It sure is a nice way to crank up a period!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Her dad watched her go, carrying her nightie. Silly to put it on just to trot across the hall, this late at night, with Jodie asleep and all. Her little ass looked absolutely beautiful. "You may be small for your age, baby," he said to her, "but you've got all that any woman needs. It may be smaller than most, but it's sure as hell beautiful!"
She turned and flashed him a grateful smile. She could not turn all the way, as she was holding a wad of toilet paper to her dripping pussy. "Thank you, daddy," she said. "You surely have made me feel beautiful. And grown up, too. Maybe I'll show some of those big-titted girls at school."
He smiled at her. He felt much better. Like Eva said, he had done it for her. Which was true. He was sitting here with his hard-on, ready for a quiet, fun-type jerk-off, just to get some sleep, when she had come in. God damnedest kid! She was, sure as hell, as innocent of sex as a well-informed teenager could be. But so understanding! He touched the jar of Vaseline. "Knew what I was going to do," he said to himself. Well, girls jerked off, too. It was so sweet, so brave, the way she had told him. Not many kids would ever come that clean with their dads. And not many dads could be that cool, to take it. In a way, that made this ugly business not ugly at all, but sort of wonderful. Yes, he felt better.
And anyhow, no way she could get knocked up, not with her period just starting. He thought of that hard, smooth little apple of female muscle, her cervix, opening to let her menstrual flow come out. Didn't seem to give her cramps or anything like that. Most women felt rotten at that time of the month. It was marvelous that Eva didn't. He thought of the rich, red blood he had seen on her cuntlips and on her thigh, and smacked his lips.
"No wonder she tasted so rich," he muttered. His cock gave him a twist of feeling, and he patted it. "Down, Rover," he laughed. "You've been damn well fed tonight. Plenty of the finest meat."
He felt a momentary twinge at referring to his daughter's body as meat, then shrugged. What the hell. We're all meat, get right down to it.
"But it was great, all the same, sucking my own jism out of her, and sucking hers, too. And that blood! Wow!" He thought for a moment, wondering if she had meant it about taking him on any time, any time he wanted her. And if, tomorrow night, they could do a replay. "I wouldn't have the guts to suck her pussy if she's really flowing," he said. It was nice, talking this sort of light trash to himself. "Tonight, I was horny, bold from Mae, and half smashed. Oh, well," and he rolled over and switched off his light, smiling in the dark. First thing tomorrow, he'd go by Doc Laidlaw's office and get Myrna to give him a pocketful of birth control pills. Man couldn't knock up his daughter, could he?
His cock felt wonderful, replete with sex. He would sleep well.
In the hall, lighted only very dimly by a warning light at the head of the stairs, Eva almost got the scare of her life-a movement in the shadows by her door. Then, as she realized it was the tall, broad body of her brother, she relaxed and ran, naked, to meet him, throwing her arms around his smooth, muscular back. "Baby!" she breathed. "How long you been awake? Did you hear any of that? Were you over by daddy's room?" She felt his young cock, hard against her, and it gave her a marvelous feeling. Maybe he had learned something. Maybe, now, she would let him teach her. It was a flash of woman's intuition. Maybe that was what he needed, to be a leader. The leader.
He was shivering, but not with cold, and excitement was making his teeth chatter, too. "I heard a lot," he said. "Hot damn, Evie, were you in there naked? Did he-did he try to, you know, fuck you?"
She pulled his face down. "Open your mouth," she ordered, and, when he did, she shot her tongue into his mouth and found his, making him suck and probe in her mouth as she did with him. She kept her hand on his cock, squeezing it as she had done her dad's. She was as excited as he was, and she had lost much of her aplomb, now that she thought of the terrible things she had forced her father to do.
"Come in my room," she whispered. "Dad'll be sound asleep in a minute or two."
When they closed the door and turned the light on, she said: "I don't know exactly how to say it. But it was more like I did it to him, instead of him doing it to me. Oh, Jodie," she sobbed, falling on her young brother's broad chest, "I hope he can forgive me!"
But Jodie was more interested in the realities of sex than in ethics or mores. "I never saw your boobs look like this," he choked, holding both of them and squeezing. "Quit bawling. If anyone's to blame, it's got to be him. He's got other women. I'll bet on it."
She stopped sobbing. Her interest flared. "He had one tonight," she said. "You were right. I smelled her and tasted her on his cock! No fooling! It had to come from a woman's pussy! It couldn't have been anything else!" A little warmth glowed in her loins, just a spark.
"Wow!" The young boy held his sister tighter with one arm, squeezed her titties harder, one after the other, with his other hand. "You tasted it? You mean he let you suck him off? Ugghhh! What kind of a father would do that?"
Eva cocked her head and looked at him. "Listen who's talking," she said. "If it's good enough for you, why shouldn't he do it if he wants to? If I want him to, and get him to?" She laid her hand on his hard cock and jerked it several times. "How come you've got this big hard-on? You listened at the door. Didn't you?"
He flushed through his tan. "All right!" he cried. "Sorry! So I got a little hypocritical. But I've seen his cock. It's too damn big for a little kid to have to take! I don't care what you say!"
She put her arms around his neck, pressed her belly against his crotch and looked directly into his eyes. "Suppose I told you I went in there to find out more about guys and their cocks, and more about myself?" she asked softly. "Suppose I told you I did it more for you, really, than for myself? It's true, Jodie! I'm closer to you than I am to dad. Closer kin, in a way. I'm half my mother, and you're half your mother, but both of us came from him. Right?"
He hugged her and rubbed his cock against her. He even pulled her body down so he could rub it on her swelling boobs. "No fooling, sis, they're big," he said. "Does heat do that? Pussy heat?"
"Heat, getting a cock stuck in me, sucking a couple of peters and drinking the juice." She was smiling dreamily, pumping back and forth as her inner cunt muscles rippled in memory. She felt something between her thighs and looked down. It was the crushed toilet tissue she had stuck into the entrance to her cunt. It had become glued to her by her blood and by her fuck juice. "And another thing, baby," she smiled. "I've got the curse. That always makes them bigger, gives them a heavy, tender feel. I think that's why I got so hot today when you sucked on them."
"The curse? What's that?"
"My period, silly. You know, what girls have every month to empty their insides and get rid of unused stuff that a baby would grow in. If a girl had a baby inside her." She shuddered. "I'll bet that makes your boobs ache! Wow!"
"Jee-zuss!" the big kid said. "For a minute I thought dad had hurt you. So that's what it's like. Is it okay if Hook?"
Her pussy suddenly felt more sensitive, puffier, warmer. This was her brother, the one she loved, the one she wanted to help. She looked at him speculatively. "Maybe so, maybe not," she said. "You like to look at it, you don't mind sucking it, as long as I'm sucking you off. But you won't stick your cock in me. How come you're so chicken? You look eighteen, but you dori't even act twelve. There's lots of twelve-year-old guys who screw."
He gave her a strange look. His cock was throbbing, its red tip swollen and ready. "Coach keeps us scared all the time," he said. "He's always saying we could get a disease, going around fucking girls. Or we might get a girl pregnant." He blushed. "He gives us that old shit every day. It grinds you down." He was blushing.
For a moment, she wanted to give him all the meanness in her, which wasn't much, to tell the truth. Then she thought. Only twelve. What were those stupid pigs doing to him? She took his cock again, this time in a gender way, and frigged it gently, holding it against her, pressed to her soft belly, just above her pussy.
"You're a silly little brother," she said. "But I love you. Don't you know that you get a disease only if you stick it in a girl who has a disease. I don't have anything wrong with me. How could I? I've never done anything. Come on, Jodie, get on the bed."
She folded a towel. "I'm the only one who does the washing around here," she said, "but I just washed these sheets yesterday. If we make a little mess, it'll go on the towel. Be my guest."
She leaned back against her straight arms and spread her full young thighs as wide apart as her dad had. "Get down close," she said huskily. "Take a good look."
The boy got down with his cheek on the pillow, reaching out with one hand to hold the hairy, fat lips open. "So that's what it looks like," he marveled. "Jesus, Sis, that's hotter-looking than it was this afternoon. Does it hurt you any?"
"It hurts right now because daddy stuck that big cock in me," she confessed. "Sort of a good hurt, if you can imagine it. A girl would know. Like when you cum, that's a sort of pain. But this is different. I guess it's what's in your head that makes you think it's a nice sort of pain." The thought made her giggle, but it also made her shiver from a burning rush of sensuality in the aching muscles of her bruised young pussy.
"Damn!" Jodie exclaimed. "I swear I saw it move! And more of that stuff came out. Your cum juice. And more blood! Wow! If I suck it, will you jerk me off? Or suck me off?"
"I will not," Eva said crisply. "I want to see how it feels to have a normal-sized peter stuck in me. Ooooh, baby! It's almost making me cum just to think of it. Do it to me, Jodie!"
She lay back and raised her knees almost back to her chest. The position pushed her softly divided rump, her sweetly flowing cunt, up to where they were parallel to the bed, and the boy watched in fascination as his sister, unconsciously responding to the idea, worked the muscles of her vaginal sphincter in a lewd wink.
Joe, who was now on his knees, worked his way to where his hard young prick was just above his sister's pleading slit, but he was obviously worried.
"I, uh, well-Evie, I just don't know exactly how to do it!" he blurted out, flushed and frustrated. He had his cock in his hand and his eyes on Eva's wide-open cunt, and the hot perfume that wafted up from her delicious spread of haired flesh and reddened cuntlips was making him swallow faster.
"Here, Dopey," the girl said, but not unkindly, "give it to me. Sort of knee-walk up toward me. There," as she got her hand on his cock, help me aim it into the hole."
With some native instinct, or perhaps remembering how she and her father had wiped his stiff organ in her streaming cunt ooze, she pressed the head of her brother's tool into the thickly lubricated rosette of purple flesh. Both of them were gasping with passion and anticipation.
"Jeezuss, that feels good," the boy groaned. "Here, let me help."
He pushed the rampant cock down and lodged the red head in the girl's fuck hole. At once she stopped all movement, feeling the pressure, the quickly renewed pressure, of a male organ in her cuntal opening. "Baby!" she whimpered, "Be easy! It feels like it's going to hurt."
But Jodie, having overcome his original fears, and spurred by the feel of a juicy cunt wrapping around his prick for the very first time, plunged into his young sister like a runaway bull.
"OHHHHH! OH, JODIE!" The scream was forced out of her. There was a deep ache, like a hard bruise, in Eva's young pussy, and although there was a pleasure as deep as the hurt, a female instinct urged her to slow him down. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels almost buried in the crack of his rump, and held him to her, so that, while his cock was buried to the balls in her, he could move only an inch or so.
He tried to fight it, but he was disadvantaged for position, and all the strength of her legs and back muscles held him. He was above her, looking down, and sweat was pouring from his face, dropping on her throat and breasts. Her face was drawn into a tight grin, a grimace, really, composed of love, pain, and the intense joy of a girl with a hard cock stuck in her tender little cunt. Since he could not properly fuck, he let go with his straining arms, lay on his sister, and put his mouth on hers.
As his tongue went into her mouth, and as he began to realize the peculiarly fitting combination of fucking and tongue-sucking, a miraculous change occurred for both Jodie and Eva.
She felt her vaginal muscles, which had cramped and knotted in self defense as their aches were assaulted by a strange object, relax and let the hard dick slide in. More, she felt it strike her cervix, she knew that must be what it was, because it gave her the same gut-deep, aching pleasure she had received from her father's probing finger. Every raw nerve in her strained and stretched little cunt hole now began to lubricate itself with her free-flowing juice, and as this film of cunt oil made everything easier, her body's native knowledge took over and she began to fuck. Just a slow, hard push up as Jodie came down into her, an acceptance, an expression of love, to help his cock ram as deep into her as it would go. And then a hard, fast down-pull, seemingly aimed at losing the prick, but actually to serve a two-fold joy. First, to get the fullest, hardest rub against the top of her cuntal opening, including the sensitive inner lips and the explosive clit, with a corresponding rub of the floor of her inner cunt. And second, the heady, arousing massage that this simple movement gives to the male organ, rubbing every part of it in the softly oozing folds of the cunt, and closing the cuntal entry muscles on it in a loving, sucking grip.
It was a miracle of love and learning for the boy, who lost all his fright in the wild beauty of having his dick milked by a cunt, and one which, so inexperienced, had been given such priceless talent.
"OH, JODIE!" the young girl moaned. "IT FEELS SO GOOD, BABY!" And then, in a whisper which matched the up-and-down, forward-and-back power of her strong young body and her flowing cunt: "That's good! Fuck hard! Push in! Oh, Jodie! Fuck hard! OHHHHH! OHHHHH!"
The choked scream became a constant wail of victory and pleasure.
With every nerve in her vagina, in her sensitive surface lips, in her clitoris, all bursting into a climax, she began to kiss her brother again, his eager tongue stifling her screams into a long, low "UUUNNNHHH! UUUNNNHHH!" like the animal groaning of any female being fucked out of her mind.
And the boy, his young mind inflamed as much as his cock, his powerful young body recharged with life and energy, and his fertile nuts swollen with a new richness of boyish jism, gave in to the warmth and tightness that clasped his hard-working dick.
As his peter began to blow its heavy load into the softly clasping tightness of Eva's love-rippling cunt, with his heart threatening to burst out of his body, he shouted wordlessly into his sister's sweetly sucking mouth, "AAARRRGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
She had long since dropped her legs from around his body, and had kept her heels braced the better to thrust her eager young body up to meet his downward plunges, the deep-stabbing probes of his cock. But now, as she felt his semen shoot into her in waves of wet warmth, she simply locked her legs over his, holding their sweating bellies together as her cunt muscles milked at the throbbing, jism-pouring prick. Each shot of his cum juice seemed to hit her womb like a blast, of liquid fire. Each wad of his cum goo seemed to swell her tight little vagina to pleasant bursting. Unconsciously, in very short arcs, she continued the up-and-down movements on his dick, giving pressures which milked him completely.
They were both gasping as they rolled apart, but Jodie's handsome young face was flushed with pride. "Look, Sis!" he cried. "Look at the blood and jism! I really shot you full of it!"
And Eva, her cunt still throbbing with the deep fuck and its pleasures, softly took his young cock and kissed it tenderly. She let her eyes rove to the wall, where Jodie's load had shot as she jerked him off earlier. She remembered the super blasts of sperm from her father. There was little to choose, she thought. Her dad had fucked earlier. Probably twice. She felt a surge of pride that she, a small girl, had aroused him to the point of such a blast.
But Jodie had cum twice, too, if she had been right about him jerking off in the bath while he waited. Or was it three? It didn't matter, not a bit. Jodie's peter tasted so slick and sweet and warm.
She felt a flow from her young pussy, and grinned. What a wonderful day for a girl to learn, at long last, what sex with a man really feels like! How lonely it is for a girl to have her inner organs swell and function without a man to care. To have a period in silence and solitude, to suffer the drawn-down feeling in belly and back, the clouding gloom of depression and self-pity, all by yourself. She felt so great, so much a woman!
"Jodie," she giggled, could I ask you to get me a tampon? I think I'd better plug myself up, and if I go across the bed, I'll leave a bloody trail!"
Her younger brother was on his hands and knees in one quick movement, his face glowing. "In a pig's ass," he said firmly. "You said I could suck it if I fucked you. And I fucked you, baby!"
She held his head against her breast, shivering with inner pleasure as his sucking kiss shot fire all through her. "You're fucking well right, baby! You fucked me SO GOOD! It was delicious!" Something deep inside of her cramped slightly and released. She felt a new flow from her relaxed pussy. "But, baby," she whispered, "I don't think you ought to suck me now! I don't even think you want to!"
For answer, her brother pushed her onto her back and grabbed her ankles, bending her legs at the knee and pushing them back until her thighs mashed her tender breasts. It was the way she had raised her ass in invitation. But now there was a trail of juice and blood down into the crack of her ass. Her thick, hairy cuntlips hung open of themselves, she was so sated with Jodie's fuck. The inner lips were fat and red, slick with semen and her delicately perfumed cunt goo, and flecked with bright red blood from her first hour of menstruation. With a cry of love, her brother went down on her, gladly wiping his face in the rich, earthily lovely mixture.
Eva had thought she was, as Jodie had said of their father, "all fucked out." Her little pussy had throbbed out a dozen or more orgasms in many different ways during this happy day. But as' Jodie's mouth swept her cuntlips in a tender kiss, she warmed again. And when he put his mouth to her fuck hole and sucked with all his might, she screamed in a wild ecstasy.
"OHHHH! SUCK IT HARD, JODIE BABY! OH, GOODNESS! OH GRACIOUS! OH, HONEY BOY, I CANT STAND IT!" And she was twisting her young butt as hard as she could, as if she were trying to drive her cunt clear around him, clear over his head, so that her widespread cuntlips would rub softly on his tanned shoulders while his curly head rooted against her womb.
She felt the suction doing strange and wonderful things inside her. During a girl's period, she is more sensitized in the deeply hidden organs of her womanhood than ever at another time. She could barely open her eyes, so intense was the feeling, but she could see enough of Jodie's face to know how hard he was sucking her, that he was almost turning her inside out, and it was fantastic, what it felt like inside. Pain? Oh, YES! YES! Pleasure? Oh, God, what pleasure! More than pleasure-a lifetime of feeling in a few seconds.
She felt something loosen, deep inside her, and felt Jodie's lips and tongue working even harder, saw his swallowing muscles go into a frenzy of action. He's really sucking me out, she thought. He's sucking it all out of me!
It seemed that she could not stop cumming. And it was so lovely, to shoot these small, warmly growing orgasms out of her cunt, all around her brother's mouth. She was exhausted with love and pleasure to the tips of her toes, under her arms, in the trembling tissues of her soft young breasts. But, when Joe finally stopped sucking, and sat up, she gasped. "Your face," she said. "Oh, Jodie, you shouldn't have! All that awful blood!"
He grinned at her and licked his lips. "It's so great you couldn't believe it, sis," he panted. "Did you ever cut your finger? First thing I do, with a cut finger, I suck at the cut. A little blood, that's good for you. Especially when it's from here," and he gently patted his si
