The Family Secret
by Perry Jones (pounder801@gmail.com)

Continued from Chapter 1
	
       Chapter Two

	Reeves Garrett sat on the passenger's side in the front seat of the car and watched his young brother, Timmy, go into the woods to take a leak.

	The car was parked just off the road about ten miles from their home in Alma, Arkansas, and, as the sun came up, Reeves knew that he and Timmy would be home for breakfast.

	He lit a cigarette and took a drag on it and laughed. He had just thought about the women in his family and he had thought about how surprised they would be be to see him and Timmy after all these years.

	Timmy, Reeves thought, comprehending for the first time that his brother was now eighteen and should be a man in people's eyes. But he would never be a man. Always Timmy. Never Tim. He would always be a child, a deadly and terrible child. First, Reeves thought, there was his size. Timmy was barely over five feet tall and weighed little more than ninety pounds. But mostly he would never be a man because he would never be able to speak in a deep, baritone voice, the kind of voice that Reeves had. Timmy had never spoken at all and he would never speak. He would never make a sound.

	But Reeves did not feel sorry for his little brother. Timmy had made quite a name for himself in the past few years and he had developed his own, very manly art. He was the best shot with a pistol that Reeves had ever seen. He could hit such small targets and he was so cold when he shot. He could kill a man quickly and without any hesitation at all. Reeves admired that and he appreciated it too. Timmy's ability with a gun had come in very handy a couple of times when they had been cornered by the law.

	And why feel sorry for Timmy? Reeves had always thought that Timmy was strangely immortal. He would always be a boy, a little boy, and that meant that he would never die. It was a strange idea, but it was the kind of idea that had been filling Reeves' head for years now, since he had left home that morning ten years before.

	And now he was going home. He and Timmy were going home.

	Thoughts of home and immortality left the young man's head as the blonde girl moved her hand over his crotch. She slowly and carefully zipped his trousers.

	Reeves looked down at Jill, who lay in the front seat, and he smiled at the crazy girl who drove for him.

	She was one hell of a driver, he thought. She had come in handy too because she could handle a car so well. It seemed strange to him that a girl would be able to drive that well, and such a young girl too. Reeves was not sure how old Jill was but he figured that she was probably seventeen or so. She was skinny and her face was not very pretty and her long blonde hair always seemed to be a little dirty, even though she washed it every day.

	But, fuck, man, she could drive! And that is why Reeves had invited her to join the gang.

	Well, he thought, taking another drag on the cigarette as Jill pulled his cock out of his trousers, that was not the only reason that he had asked her to join him. This girl also knew how to suck a cock and how to fuck with an certain easy craziness that he liked. She would do anything that he told her to do. She worshipped him as if he were a god.

	And Reeves had started to wonder lately if he was a god.

	But, just as soon as he wondered that, he would push the idea out of his head. After all, he thought, he did not want to be as crazy as Jill was.

	And this girl was as crazy as a peach orchard boar.

	As the girl handled his cock, Reeves reached out and put his hand on her skinny butt and felt her bones through the blue jeans that she wore. She played with his cock and tilted her head back and looked up at him. And she sang.

	"Don't sell Daddy any more whiskey. You know it will take him away. We are all hungry and Momma is crying. Don't sell him no whiskey today."

	That was another sign of her craziness, Reeves thought, the songs that she was always singing. They never seemed to fit what she was doing and they never seemed to fit anything in the real world. Reeves had never heard most of the songs before and he sometimes wondered if she made them up. She might even be a composer, he thought, but he knew that she would never amount to much because crazy people never do.

	The blonde looked back at his cock and felt the thing harden in her hand. There was something in that cock that made Jill feel very proud of herself, just as if she were on the stage at the Grand Ole Opry. The blonde remembered that she used to sit in the home and think about being on that stage, with all the people applauding her and all the lights shining down on her like she was something very special. When she had gone to Nashville, they had laughed at her and they had told her that she would never make it to the Opry. So she had hooked up with Reeves when he found her in a bar down in the worst part of town. But, when she felt Reeves' cock like this, she felt that she was on that stage, singing to folks who loved her and loved her music. She would be dressed in a pretty, purple cowgirl outfit on that stage and she would have big tits. Jill was sure that that was one reason why they had laughed at her in Nashville. Her tits were not tits at all. They were warts. She wanted tits as big as a sofa for Reeves to sit on if he wanted to do that. People would have listened to her sing if she had had big tits.

	But Jill understood that Reeves did not really mind that she did not have any tits. He liked her mouth more than anything else, her singing mouth. He liked it when she sucked his cock with that mouth and she knew that that mouth was important to him, just like it would have been important to the audience at the Opry. As she looked at his cock, she thought of it as a microphone and she sang across that cock.

	"Come gather round, my children, and listen while I tell of the fate of Floyd Collins, a man we all knew well. His face was fair and handsome. His heart was true and brave. His body now lies sleeping in a lonely, sandstone cave."

	Jill loved the old songs, the sad songs best. To her, they seemed to make more sense than the songs that she heard today on the radio. The sadness seemed more real in the old songs.

	"Oh, Mother, don't you worry. Dear Father, don't be sad. . ."

	Reeves grabbed her long, blonde hair and gave her head a jerk.

	"Shut the fuck up, Jillie," he said. "Suck my cock and make me come. Little Timmy will be back any minute now and you know that he hates to see you suck my cock."

	Reeves knew even as he said it that he was lying, that Timmy was probably right now standing behind a tree, waiting until he could see Jill's body behind the steering wheel. His silent brother was very patient. He would wait forever if he had to. He had spent his life waiting for some words to come, some sound, and that had taught him to be very patient.

	But the older brother also knew that Timmy did not like to see some girl suck Reeves off. It embarrassed Timmy in a way that Reeves could never understand. Before Jill had joined them more than a year before, there had been other girls and they had embarrassed Timmy too. When one or two of them had taken a liking to him and tried to get the boyish mute in bed with them, he had pulled his gun on them and stood there shivering and shaking like the earth would not hold still under his feet.

	Reeves did not understand that at all. He had always liked fucking, ever since that first afternoon when he had fucked his sister, and, of course, Timmy had never been able to explain why he felt the way he did. He had never been able to explain anything to anybody.

	But the blonde, young man stopped thinking about his strange brother when he felt Jill's mouth on his cock. She was very good at that too.

	Jill kissed his prick softly and then opened her mouth and let the thing go into her. She was loving that prick, making love to it as if it were the most important thing in the world to her, Reeves thought. She was crazy, but, at moments such as this one, Reeves did not care. In her mind, Jill heard the applause of the audience at the Grand Ole Opry as she scampered off the stage in her little, purple, cowgirl outfit. They were applauding her singing and she was easing her tired, wonderful throat with this cock, this sweet meatiness that filled her up.

	The blonde opened her mouth and throat wide and took all of the stiffening rod into her. The pulsing was there when the cock was deep in her throat and the music, the sweet, old sad songs, ran through her head as she sucked.

	"Come home, my boy, your dear old father wants you. Come home, my boy, your dear old mother's dead."

	Jill began to move her head up and down with the rhythm of the old song and she heard Reeves growl with the passion that she was giving him. She knew that she was pleasing her audience with her sad, old mouth.

	Reeves threw his head back and closed his eyes and sighed. The air came out of his lungs in a soft, short sound.

	He was going home, he thought, and, when he thought of home, he thought mostly of Ann, the girl that he had fucked so many years before, his own sister. He had fucked her twice, and the first time had been his first time with any girl. He had replayed that scene often in his mind, for it was the most important scene in his life.

	He had been fourteen years old and he had been just a normal, happy teen-ager with a family. His mother had had her four children in two spurts, it seemed. Ann was fifteen and the two babies were years younger. Timmy was eight and Tammy Sue was six at that time.

	Life had been different for Reeves on that afternoon. It was six months before he left the house and took Timmy with him. His world had not yet fallen apart. That had happened suddenly that morning that he left.

	But, at this moment, with Jill sucking on his cock, Reeves refused to think about the day that his life had fallen apart. He wanted instead to think about the good morning, the morning that he had been lying on his bed, tugging on his young cock and thinking about the girls at school. That was the morning that he had thought that he was alone in the house. But he was not alone, and he found that out when Ann, his older sister, opened the door and looked at him as he lay there naked with his boyish cock in his hand.

	When he heard the door open, he jerked his head to one side and looked straight at Ann. But he was too surprised to take his hand off his cock. In fact, he had not even stopped pulling on it.

	But he was frightened. He did not know what Ann would think about his beating off in this way. When she smiled at him, however, his fears flew and he sighed with a boyish growl.

	"Mighty nice cock you have there, little brother," the girl had said as that smiled covered her face.

	"Uh, uh, thank you, Ann."

	He had blushed right after those words were out of his mouth. It was stupid to thank a girl-even your sister-when she complimented your cock. Even at fourteen, Reeves knew that. 

	Ann had continued to smile at him and had stepped into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. As she stood there, looking at him, Reeves saw his sister in a new light. He saw her not as a brother but as a man looking at a woman. She was a sexy thing. Her tits were nice and rounded and her face was soft and girlish. She had gone out with guys for the past year or so. Reeves knew that. But he now wondered about something that he had never thought about before.

	And he asked the question with his throat dry and excited.

	"Have you ever had one of these in you, Ann?"

	To his surprise, her smile did not vanish. She did not seemed at all shocked by his question. She seemed to understand that the question was a natural one for a naked brother to ask his sister.

	"Sure," she said, "a couple of them, but neither of those was as nice and as big as yours."

	Reeves had felt very proud of himself at that moment. His sister had given him the ultimate compliment, he thought, and he felt his boyish chest expand with the masculine pride that he felt in his spirit.

	Ann was wearing one of her summer dresses, a loose thing that hung from her shoulders by two little straps. Reeves knew that his sister was naked under that dress. She often ran around without any underwear in the summertime. He remembered when he had been younger that he had seen her bare butt one afternoon when the wind had blown her loose, summer dress up.

	Now he wanted to see her like that again. No, he thought, he wanted more than that. He wanted to see her naked. He wanted to see his sister naked and he wanted to fuck her with this cock, the one that she had said was better than any other cock that she had ever seen.

	"Come here, Ann," he said, trying to sound as masculine as possible as the desire filled him up.

	He still tugged on his cock. He still played with himself in that special way.

	"Aw, Reeves," she said, leaning against the door. "It wouldn't be right. You are my brother and all."

	Reeves was suddenly angry. Was she trying to tease him and get away without fucking him? His masculine pride, a new sensation in his mind and spirit, would not allow him to stand for that. He pointed at his rod.

	"You said you never saw one that looked as nice," he said.

	"That's true. I have never seen one that looked as good as that one."

	She admitted it again, but she did not move away from the wall. She did not come toward him.

	"Well, Ann," he said, "you owe it to yourself then. You owe it to yourself to fuck this cock that looks so nice."

	She shrugged her shoulders.

	"But it would not be right. You are my brother and I am your sister."

	"Shit fire, Ann!" the boy yelled, sitting up on the bed. "You got a pussy and I have got a cock and that is what counts right now."

	"But-"

	"Get over here or I am going to come out and fuck you right up against that fucking wall."

	Reeves knew that she wanted it just as much as he did. She yearned for this fucking, and he would force, her to do it if he had to because he knew that this fucking would bring her joy, that this fucking would be special to her.

	Special, the younger brother kept thinking, special. This would be special for her. He would make sure of that. He had never fucked any girl before, but he somehow knew that he could fuck Ann and fuck her well. He would understand what she needed without being told because they were brother and sister, because they would be the closest kin that there could be in this world. He looked at his sister with his eyes burning with passion. He would use his will on her, he thought. He would force her to that bed with his own masculine will.

	The girl moved away from the wall. She did not speak to her brother, to the boy who was filled with the masculine will, the will that she could not resist. She just looked into his eyes. She did not even look at his cock. Reeves knew that she did not have to. That cock was etched in her mind. That cock would never leave her memory now-now that she had seen it in all of its glory and fullness and manhood. Now she knew that that cock was meant for her, and she knew that she would not be able to resist such a masculine object of desire.

	Looking into her brother's blue eyes, Ann reached out and brushed the straps of her summer dress from her shoulders. She shook herself and let the garment fall on the floor.

	And then she stood naked in front of Reeves.

	She was a beautiful and as sexy as he had imagined that she would be. She had dark hair, hair that cascaded down to her strong, womanly shoulders. And her tits were full and round and big and heaving with youthful desire for her brother. Her belly was firm too, firm and strong and tanned by the sun. Reeves wondered how it had gotten so tan. He had a vision of his sister dancing naked somewhere in the middle of the woods, dancing alone and wanting him and asking some kind of sun god for him with every pagan step that she took.

	But her bush was the most important thing. Reeves had never seen cunt hair before, had never even imagined what cunt hair would look like. Her girlish bush was thick and dark. The hair was long and lush and Reeves knew that it would be soft to his touch, soft and special as this moment would be special to both of them.

	"Come here," he said, his voice soft but powerful just the same.

	Ann walked toward him like a girl who was mesmerized by the words that came from her brother's lips. She walked with a sure and slow and steady step and she kept her eyes on him as she came to the bed.

	Finally, the naked girl who was his sister was standing in front of him. Reeves reached out and put his hand flat on her stomach and felt the girl tremble with the tension of the moment in the quiet room.

	He ran that hand down her belly and moved his fingers into the bush, the beautiful bush of hair that grew there just for him.

	"Good," he said.

	Reeves put his hands on Ann's side and pulled her toward him as they fell back on the bed. She was on top of him, her tits in his face. He caught one of her pink nipples in his mouth and sucked on it and felt his sister moan and tremble and surrender completely to him.

	Then, sucking on her nipple, Reeves rolled over and slowly let Ann move onto the sheet. She put her arms around his neck and played with his blonde hair as he sucked on the tit.

	Then the two of them moved up the bed, moved like dancers, like two people who had been trained to move together at this special moment, and Reeves thought that it was only right that they should move together in this way, that, after all, they came from the same womb and they came from the same seed. They were special to each other in more ways than one.

	Reeves stopped sucking the tit and moved up his sister's body and kissed her for the first time, kissed her not as a brother would kiss a sister but as a man would kiss a woman. She opened her mouth and his tongue darted into her, invaded her, as his stiff cock moved against her body. He felt a special delight in his soul as he felt the tip of his cock move through that heavy bush of hair on her body. It was like a garden, he thought, and he was like a new Adam, walking through the Garden of Goodness and Delight.

	Soon they would be fucking, he thought. Soon they would be sharing something that only a brother and a sister could share.

	That moment, that realization was wonderful, because he knew that he had controlled his sister with his masculine will, and he knew that, if he could get Ann to do this with him, he would be able to get anyone to do anything. At that moment, he felt invincible.

	As he felt invincible on this morning, sitting in the car. He was groaning and thrusting his hips up and forcing his cock further and further into Jill's throat and the crazy girl was taking all of it into her, sucking him all in and slurping with the passion that grew in her throat-grew as his cock grew.

	Reeves threw his head on the seat and growled as he came.

	"Ann," he said, "come to me. Come to your brother."

	It was the memory, the memory of the power that he had over his sister on that morning so many years ago that set Reeves off on this morning, that made him come in buckets into Jill's mouth as he bucked against her. The crazy girl hung on and took it all, took all of his powerful semen and swallowed it.

	In Jill's mad mind, the semen from Reeves eased her throat after a night of singing for her fans, her adoring public, at the Opry. It was like warm honey, and a lot of singers, a lot of cowgirls, needed honey to keep their voices working in top form.

	When Reeves was finished with his coming, the crazy girl slowly took her mouth off the cock and raised up and looked at him. She smiled as the come came out of her mouth and moistened her lips with its dampness. She licked those lips and then she sang.

	"Oh, who did you say it was, Brother? Oh, who was it fell by the way? When whiskey and blood ran together, did you hear anyone pray?"

	Reeves lit another cigarette and looked out in the woods. He knew that Timmy was waiting out there and he wanted his brother to come back and get in the car so that they could go home to their loving family, their women.

	"Get the fuck over behind the wheel," he snarled at the blonde crazy girl.

	Jill moved across the seat and sat there and put her hands on the steering wheel as she continued to sing.

	"I didn't hear nobody pray, dear brother. I didn't hear nobody pray. I heard the crash on the highway, but I didn't hear nobody pray."

	Timmy came walking out of the woods and opened the back door and moved into the back seat. He shut the door and stared straight ahead. Reeves turned around and smiled at him. Timmy smiled back rather listlessly. The mute boy knew what his brother had been doing in that car and he knew what Jill had been doing for Reeves. The mute did not like it at all, but he had given up long ago on trying to stop his brother from messing around with worthless women.

	Reeves looked at Jill and snarled at her again.

	"For fuck's sake, let's get going."

	The girl continued to sing as she pulled onto the road and drove toward Alma. She sang of the wreck on the highway, where she didn't hear nobody pray.

	
	
	To Be Continued
