John Kellerman: Balling cousins

I helped Jess find her place, then closed the door. Every time I looked at the silk blouse she had on, I saw her naked tits, full and ripe and heavy. Just like I'd seen them the night before. They looked twice as big as Janey's, and the nipples made the material push out in sexy little bumps.

My father coughed nervously and stuck out his hand. "Well, Ross, by the time your mother and I get up to the cabin, I expect you and I can start talking about the future partnership."

I took his hand and nodded. It was hard looking at him when I knew that by that time I'd be on my way to California.

Jessica and Janey waved as I pulled away from the curb. For a long time nobody said much. Jessica looked fantastic with her black hair flying back and her bare arm out the window. She really looked happy. I guess I was thinking of her naked body again when I caught Janey staring at my crotch. I had a hard-on that wouldn't quit.

"What you thinkin' about, Ross?" Janey teased.

Jessica didn't seem to notice the way my sister had made the words sound. I gave the little imp a sharp look. But instead of cooling it, she put her hand on my thigh and started rubbing up and down. When a finger bumped the place where my cockhead was stretching out my Levi's, I grabbed her wrist and pushed her away.

"What the hell do you think you're…"

"A boy can't just make it stop, can he?" she asked. Her eyes were serious now. Like something earthshaking had occurred to her.

I took a nervous look at Jessica, but she still hadn't shown signs of hearing us. That didn't mean anything with blind people, though. Why in the hell hadn't I made Janey sit on the outside? She started to say something else, but I gave a sharp shake of my head and motioned towards Jessica.

As soon as Janey had led Jessica over to a picnic table and came bouncing back, I grabbed her by the shoulders. "Look, smart-ass, you'd better cut that silly shit out, or…"

"Oh, Ross, you promised you'd tell me more."

"Tell you more, not show you. If Jessica knew what you were doing…" I shook my head.

"Take it out," Janey said, voice husky.

"What?"

"I want to see what it looks like now!"

I glanced at Jessica sitting at the picnic table, her face turned up to the sun. Then I looked back at Janey. Her face was completely without embarrassment, eyes wide and curious.

"You really want me to, don't you?"

"Oh, please, Ross! I'm just about to die from wanting to see how it works."

Again I felt the needle of guilt and the shame that went along with it if anybody knew what was going on in my mind. But the trouble was, I actually wanted to feel my sister's hands on my cock. I wanted to feel it there so badly that already I was unbuttoning my fly.

"Your hands are shaking," she said, pulling the end of a braid around and sucking it between her pretty lips.

"After you see it, will you leave me alone?"

"After I touch it, I will."

Somehow I'd known that's what she'd say. My cock burst up out of the tangle of my Jockey shorts all blue and swollen, around the head. Janey's lips formed an O of surprise and she gingerly pushed her hand close. I saw her swallow hard as her fingers curled around the prickshaft.

"Jesus, it's hot!"

I swallowed hard myself. "Yeah. I guess it is."

Janey squeezed my dick in an amateurish way and moved the tight circle of her fingers up against the flared ridge of my knob. "How does a boy make himself come?" she asked.

"For Christ sake, Janey…"

"Aw, my gosh! I know guys do it all the time. Girls can do it, too, you know."

"It's not that. It's… uhhh…" I couldn't think straight, couldn't even talk with Janey's hand touching my prick like that.

"Would you like it if I made you come now?"

"Yes… I mean, no! Damn it, Janey, we can't be messing around like this with Jessica over there and cars coming in and out. Anyway, we shouldn't be doing this." I rubbed a hand over my face and tried to get my thoughts together.

"Do you just squeeze it a lot or move it up and down or what?"

Weakly I nodded. "Up and down."

Janey slipped closer. I could feel her thigh next to mine as she leaned across. I looked through the windshield at Jessica sitting at the picnic table. She couldn't come back to the car until Janey went and got her. My balls felt full, even after they'd just been emptied that morning. Janey was starting to pump the skin of my cock up and down. She didn't have the knack of it yet, but her small, eager hands made up for that. Another stab of horror for what I was letting happen made my head spin. I felt the hardness going out of my cock.

"Look, it's getting soft!" Janey began to work her hand up and down my rod frantically.

Immediately the blood poured back into the shaft and the crown swelled out over the edge of her fingers once more. My sister looked up into my face. "What does it feel like, Ross?"

"Haven't you done it enough?" I gasped. "I don't think it'll work sitting here in the open and everything."

But my sister was pumping her hand on my dick like crazy now, tongue pinched between her teeth from concentrating. I could see the tendon pushed out at the bend of her arm and there were tiny droplets of sweat on her upper lip. My breath was coming in ragged gasps.

"If you really want me to quit, I will," Janey said softly.

I looked at her, too passion-drugged to answer. There was something in her eyes that said she'd known what my answer would be.

"Get my handkerchief out!" I managed to mumble. "Hurry!"

Janey reached around to my hip pocket and jerked my bandanna free. Her eyes were wild and strangely hungry-looking. I felt my jizz foam out of my balls and up into the pulsing head of my cock. Janey's hand worked evenly up and down, but in her excitement she'd gotten a strangle hold near the end of my shaft.

"Not so tight!" I coughed, pushing back against the steering wheel with both hands. Janey loosened her grip on my cock and a powerful fountain of cum erupted straight up.

"Wow!" she cried, mopping the jizz from my jean leg. Another spurt bathed her hand in sperm and she sopped that up, too. Then the stuff bubbled out over my knob like a slowly dying volcano. Janey mopped and wiped with every new flood of sap until at last there was no more left inside my balls.

I let my head flop back against the seat and closed my eyes. Janey stopped pumping and took her hand away from my softening dick. When finally I turned to look at her, she was daintily cleaning the jism from between each finger. My cock leaned limply to one side, a tiny droplet of milky fluid hanging from the tip. Maybe now Janey would be shocked enough by how a male worked to leave me alone. Maybe she'd had her fill of sex for a while. Maybe getting hot cum all over her hand had been too much for her.

I pushed myself up in the seat and crammed my cock back in my pants. I was afraid even to let myself think too much about Janey being my sister. I was afraid it might make me sick or something.

"That was just too much, Ross!" she breathed, blue eyes big as ever. "Next time you feel like doing it to yourself, let me, okay?"

"Janey, you're my sister!"

"So?" She handed me back my handkerchief. It was heavy and wet.

I took a breath and started to say something. Then I let it out and flipped the ignition on. "Why don't you go get Jessica back in the car and let's head out?" I wanted to hit the mountains before the sun set.

It was half-past seven by the time we got the car unloaded and I'd turned the cabin water on. Then I plugged in the refrigerator and stowed the eggs and milk and all the other food we had to keep cold.

The girls went to bed pretty early, and when I was sure I was alone, I dug out my stash and rolled a thin joint to enjoy on the front steps. That was another nice thing about being at the cabin. I could enjoy a little grass without having to worry about someone sniffing me out like in town.