John Kellerman: Balling cousins

Before the joint was half-gone, I could hear the stream a whole lot better as it foamed around the rocks and sucked behind the pilings of the old bridge by the road. There was a little twilight left and it gave the scrub oak around the cabin a kind of glow of its own. Really, the scrub oak was glowing. It was just that nobody much noticed it unless they slowed down some. Grass did that for me. But after a little while, I wasn't thinking about the scrub oak any more. I was stuck on Janey and Jessica and the effect those two females were having on my head. Janey especially was about to drive me nuts. Just before she'd gone upstairs to bed, she'd pinched me hard on the ass, and all during supper she'd kept smiling like she had something crazy up her sleeve.

All I wanted to do was get the hell on the road with the least possible hassle. But I'd have to wait almost two weeks before I could chance leaving the girls alone. A lot could happen in two weeks.

There was nothing left of the joint, so I let the breeze take the scorched paper from my fingers, and went inside. I was so used to sleeping in the nude that I never thought much about stripping down, but grass changed everything. Tonight as I pulled my Jockey shorts down over my cock, it jumped up and began to stiffen. Even the coarse sheets against my skin made me tingle and since I knew it was no use fighting the feeling, I just lay there messing around with my cock while sexy fantasies filled my head.

Jessica and Janey were doing some kind of dance against my closed lids, their bodies covered with transparent silk. I don't know how long I'd been letting the thoughts flow like that when I was sure I heard real feet padding down the steps. My curtains swooshed apart and the old brass bed creaked and groaned as someone climbed in with me. The shaft of bright moonlight struck my sister's white ass and tan legs. I saw that her braid ends were wet as usual. She had probably done a lot of thinking before deciding to come downstairs.

"Hi, Ross!" she whispered gaily.

"Janey, what in the hell are you…"

Her warm hand accidentally brushed my rigid cock and at fist she pulled away. "Do you have one all the time?"

"What?"

"A hard-on. Do you have one all the time?"

"Where did you learn that word?" I asked, wishing I'd gotten under the sheet. Janey was staring hard at my cock, both hands poised above it as if she couldn't wait to pounce.

"Tammy Sutterman told…"

"Ah, yeah, Tammy Sutterman again. She must really be a walking encyclopedia of sex."

My sister ignored my sarcasm. Instead, she turned her big eyes on my face and pulled a braid end around to nibble on. "Can I touch it again, Ross? Please?"

My mistake was in hesitating. Janey took that for a yes and immediately circled her fingers around my cock. Then she wrapped her other hand under my ball sac and gently hefted the slick eggs inside.

"It's so hot!" she said. The cockhead filled out purple, and a droplet of fucking sap oozed from the tiny orifice at the tip. "Boy, Ross, doing what I did today in the car was fun. I was hoping we could play some more."

"Play?"

"Sure, you know. Talk about… things. Maybe I could make you come again."

I wanted to tell her to get the hell back to her room, but in my whole life no girl had ever played with my cock and now with Janey fondling and squeezing it, something inside me couldn't make her stop.

"Where are your pajamas?" I asked, already breathing a little ragged.

"Didn't think I'd need them." Her eyes danced over my face.

"Janey, I want you to listen to me." I cleared my throat and tried to get my grassy thoughts together. "You're my sister and I'm your brother and…"

"This is what's known as sexual experimentation," she interrupted. "All siblings go through this period of…"

"Where'd you pick up the vocabulary, huh?" Janey was pretty bright all right, but no genius.

"Tammy Sutterman's book," she repeated impatiently.

"Can't you get the information you need from that damned book then and leave me alone?"

"Books are only words, Ross." I saw her smile again, backing in the blue moonlight.

I was about to say something else when Janey threw her leg across my thighs and sat back. I could feel the divide of her ass come open… or was it her pussy? Something hot and moist pressed down over my knee.

Janey was studying my cock intently now, both hands poking and tickling. She picked up my balls again, lofting the slick eggs slip over each other.

"That's where the baby-makings come from," she giggled.

A shivering thrill spread around my belly, thighs and cock. Janey leaned forward and rocked her narrow hips from side to side. The lips of her cunt parted wider, wetting my skin just above one knee. Her round, small tits jiggled before my face, the pinkish nipples soft. Janey tickled the place on the underside of my shaft… the knot of skin where the two lobes of my glans met.

Then she tested the spongy head with her thumb. "Boy, it sure is big! The way the end of it is makes me think it could snag inside a girl and just stay there forever!"

Though I was trying hard not to let it, Janey's nutty innocence was driving me up the wall. I could feel the blood pounding in my temples and already I was daring to think things I knew were taboo. Like how nice it would be to snag my cock inside that tight little box of hers.

She leaned close. "Have you ever fucked a girl, Ross?"

"Since when is that your business?" It was funny, but I found myself not wanting to admit to my own sister that I hadn't really fucked a girl all the way. I knew how it felt getting half-inside Bonnie Gordon's cunt with a rubber on, but I couldn't really count that as a fuck since I hadn't come and it'd only lasted a second or two.

Through the high haze of the grass I was aware of Janey shifting her position higher on my body. Then she pressed her titties down against my chest. I held my breath and started to count slowly. I could feel her flat belly tickling me as it rose and fell. I could feel the bony knees against my sides and the dampness of her cunt touching the underside of my cock at the place just above my ball sac. When Janey lifted her face and closed her eyes I knew what she had her pretty lips parted for. It hit me hard then that my sister wasn't anything close to what people called "normal". I hated to think of her as really crazy, but she sure wasn't normal. She was doing things that would freak out any other girl. Janey's cheeks were a little pink all right, but that was from excitement, not embarrassment.

So what the hell. I kissed her. Janey moaned and rocked her head around wildly, sucking and lashing out with the point of her tongue. It had to be something she'd picked up at the movies or from Tammy Sutterman. But as fake feverish as it seemed, I couldn't help but slide my hands down over the roundness of her trim little ass and hug her closer. Her cunny parted wider, juicy with sex butter.

"Your thing rubs me so nice," she sighed, "and it isn't even inside."

"In a little bit I want you to get back in bed, Janey." My breathing had gone to hell and the words came out sounding only half like I meant it. Janey squirmed higher. Now her downy cuntlips were parting against the bottom of my knob. When my cocktip slipped suddenly up between her steamy twat lips, I pushed myself up from the pillow.

"Don't you think…"

"Just a little while longer." Janey cooed, nuzzling her short nose against my cheek. "It feels so great, Ross!"

Every sane part of me knew it was past time to stop, but another voice was telling me to relax… enjoy. The grass said it, too. Madly I clutched for some straw of reassurance. Yes, Janey was a virgin. There couldn't be any possibility of something happening unless I actually did it myself. No danger at all. Let my nympho sister have a good time and then shoo her back upstairs to bed. It was all completely crazy anyway.