Brad Harris - Warming up for brother

"Mmmm! Mmmmmm!" Nichole protested, unable to break the hug of Cammy's thighs around her neck. Nichole's body seemed to explode into insane ecstasy as the little brunette repeated her taunting play.

She had her! Cammy knew she had her! She had Nichole throbbing with the surge of her orgasm. She felt her friend go limp beneath her, then suddenly begin to shake and tremble as never before. She tasted a new sharpness as Nichole poured her cunt-juice from, her pulsing pussy. Cammy let her ride through her climax, then felt her own powerful explosion begin. She thrashed on the bed, lost in the warming glow that raced about her body. She sucked Nichole as passionately as she felt her own pussy being devoured. They gasped and panted as the room swirled about them, as the sunlight spun over them.

"Oooooo!" Nichole panted as they finally passed the peak of their emotion. "Oooo, that was fabulous! I think I liked that just as much as fucking a boy."

Camille lay on her side and watched the heaving girl beside her. That wasn't the way she felt. She had gone through an orgasm, just as powerful an orgasm as Nichole. Still, Cammy felt unsatisfied. If some man pulled out his cock right now, she'd be ready to roll over and take him him. That's what she wanted, a good length of cock between her legs. She lay back and shivered at the thought. What was she doing over here with Nichole anyway? There were men at the fishing camp. There were men coming in along the bayou. Pierre might be looking for her, if he wasn't still peeved because she had been seen on Buck's boat. She started to get up, then turned back to her friend. As long as she was here she might as well find out what Nichole had heard about Yvonne.

She reached over and caressed Nichole's heaving tits. She cupped them gently, then stroked her waist and hips. She petted Nichole's thighs, then returned to the still taut breasts and nipples. Her friend sighed, shivered, and looked at her with misty eyes.

"Nichole," Cammy began, "what all have you heard about Yvonne?"

"Nothing much," the girl answered, averting Cammy's eyes. "Not much of anything. I guess any girl as pretty as Yvonne has all sorts of stories made up about her."

"What sort of stories?" Cammy persisted.

"Oh, the usual," Nichole said, trying to get out of the subject. "You know how people talk. If a girl, especially a married woman, shows off her figure, then people think she's putting out for all the men."

"They say Yvonne is putting out for everyone?" Cammy looked intently at her friend, trying to read the hesitant expression on her face, "Don't try to keep from upsetting me. I need to know. Look, one man has already mistaken me for Yvonne. I have to know if that might happen again."

"I don't know. Please, Cammy, I don't know anything about it, except some remarks my parents have made at one time or another."

"What remarks?" Cammy took Nichole's face in her hands and turned it back to face her. "What did they say?"

"Oh, honestly!" the girl snapped as she sat up angrily. "Why can't you drop the subject. All right, this is all I can remember right off. I heard my parents fussing one night, and Mom accused Papa of going over to your place to see Yvonne. He denied it, then said it would be a damn good idea, though. He said Yvonne knew how to look after a man, that she didn't get angry just because a man wanted to grab a little ass."

"What else?" Cammy knew there was something that Nichole was keeping from her, something that her friend was trying to cover. "Come on, there's more than that. Tell me. Tell me, or I'll never cunt suck with you again. Never!"

"It was about you and Yvonne," Nichole admitted. "They didn't really mean it. It was just a passing comment."

"What did they my?" Cammy's eyes were blazing. She had to know this.

"Just that…" Nichole began, then hesitated. "Out with it!" Cammy demanded. "Hurry up!"

"Ohhhh, that you were getting to look so much like Yvonne. Mom said that you had started walking like Yvonne. You hold your body like Yvonne. She said you stuck your ass and tits out as much as Yvonne. She said that your father had better watch out or Yvonne would have you just a big a tramp as she."

"A tramp!" Cammy said incredulously. "What did she mean?"

"I don't know. I really don't. I guess she meant that Yvonne would have you looking after the fishing parties at night, just like she does."

Later, as Camille walked along the bayou toward home, she thought over the talk about Yvonne. Her suspicions had been right. Her sister-in-law was fucking the men who came down to the camp. That's how Buck had heard about the beautiful, sexy Cajun. He saw her, dressed in almost nothing, she was the girl he had been told about.

Gilbert had heard all kinds of the talk on his fishing boat. Certainly her dad had heard some of it. They didn't seem to mind that Yvonne was being talked about all along the bayou. That didn't fit with their past actions. Shit! Either one of them could beat the hell out of any three other men. Everyone knew that. Yet she had heard of no fights over the gossip about her sister-in-law. That was strange. It was as though they approved of it.

Cammy gasped as she thought – they did know! They knew all about it! They had even encouraged the gossip. Hell yes! That was part of the reason the Dusseaux camp was always full, even when the other camps were half-empty. Yvonne was their drawing card. The men came down to drool over the luscious brunette in the evenings. They'd go back home and tell other men about Yvonne. Then, those men would book reservations at the camp, Cammy skipped along the grassy bank. She spun in the light breeze. Gilbert would not have to go out and kill anyone for insulting Yvonne. He wanted them to talk about her. Every gossip story that went round meant more money for the family. Cammy arched her back as the boats began gliding by her on the water. She could help, too. If it made money to have Yvonne, then it would make them more money to have Yvonne and Camille. She'd join forces with her sister-in-law. They'd keep the camp overflowing. Damn right!

He couldn't keep his eyes off her. He hadn't been able to stop looking at her all evening. Cammy had enjoyed taunting the boy as she helped Yvonne serve supper. She had made sure to give him a good view of ass as she cleaned up after the meal. She'd stood close to him as he talked with her, close enough, to brush her nipples against his chest.

He had, come down with his father for the weekend. He was more interested in Cammy, however, than in fishing. He'd heard his father talking to the other men as they drove down from New Orleans about the fishing, about the food, about the sexy woman who worked at the camp. Jaime had been impressed with Yvonne. Why not? Every man was impressed with Yvonne. He had gaped at her full tits and inviting ass. His cock twitched inside his pants and watched her working about the camp when they first arrived.

Then the younger cunt had shown up. Jaime had forgotten about Yvonne as soon as he spotted the pert ass, the saucy tits, of the younger brunette. Cammy was as delicately beautiful as her sister-in-law was voluptuously sensual. The young man transferred all his attention to the girl who kept giving him those side glances, those side looks, those come-on smile. He had watched her, had felt the chemistry between them as they talked, and was determined to fuck her before he returned home.

He'd never fucked a girl this lovely. He'd fucked the broads in his neighborhood. He picked up a few easy lays in the French Quarter, girls from Mississippi down for a weekend of pot and booze and fucking. He'd never run his prick into an ass the equal of Cammy, though.

Camille leaned back against the grass. They had spread a blanket on the bank of the bayou. She lay back and stared upwards, pretending to watch the stars. Actually, she was watching the glittering eyes which gazed so warmly over her body. She lifted her knee and drew her leg upward to display the gentle curves of her ass and thigh. She thrust her tits upward, afraid they might flatten because she was laying back, but her tits stuck up for Jaime's inspection and approval. Her lush black hair spread over a shoulder and across the blanket. Cammy drew in a deep breath, happy in the knowledge that the boy was having trouble controlling her swelling prick. His hands itched to caress her teasing breasts. He swallowed the hard lump in his throat as be contemplated her reaction were he to lean over her and kiss her.