Brad Harris - Warming up for brother

She felt a certain sadness, too. Now Nichole had been fucked. Cammy felt that she was very likely the only girl around who still had a cherry. Knowing that Nichole was also a virgin had been some consolation to the slender young woman. Now that consolation had been taken away from her. She looked at her friend, looked at the glow of satisfaction an Nichole's face. Damn! Camille knew she was prettier than Nichole. Her tits were almost as large as Nichole's and they were on a smaller body, which made them seem much more enticing. Her ass was certainly just as cute and saucy as Nichole's. Shit! Her ass was the best-looking tail in school. She had the sexiest ass below New Orleans. That's what Yvonne said, and Yvonne should know. So why was she the only girl along the whole damn bayou who walked around with her cherry?

"You going to fuck him again?" Cammy asked. "John coming back for more?"

"He wants to," Nichole sighed. "He asked me today in school if I could slip out and meet him again. I told him I'd think about it."

"Have you thought about it?" Camille wanted to know. Shit! If John was after some Cajun tail and Nichole wasn't interested any longer, then maybe the boy would like to try another little piece of Creole delight. Cammy, wasn't particular who she lost her cherry to, just as long as she got the chance to lose it. Besides, it might be easier to get John to risk the anger of Antoine Dusseaux. Her father had quite a reputation among the Cajuns as the roughest, rowdiest coon-ass of them all. The French boys were always around, after her and after Yvonne, but they were careful not to let the old man see them when they reached for a pair of tits.

She realized that Nichole had been talking while she was musing. Cammy tried, to pick up what she had missed. No, the wasn't going to fuck again with John, not yet. She was going to try one of the French boys next. She hadn't decided which one, but she would in the next few days.

Cammy walked along the bayou toward home. Her body still tingled over the account Nichole had given. Her pussy was moist from the excitement. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that she was left out when all the world was fucking. Shit! Yvonne fucked all the time. Yvonne was married to her brother, but still the sexy girl was screwing like a mink. Especially Yvonne fucked every man who came down to stay at their camp. Cammy knew Yvonne fucked them. Why else would she slip away from the house at night and walk aver toward the camp? Why else would Yvonne always have more money for running the camp. Gilbert didn't make that much money with his fishing boat. Yvonne had to be selling her ass. They gave her the money in appreciation. That had to be the reason.

It just wasn't fair! Cammy stamped along the soft grass, watching the boat which made its way along the bayou. She looked carefully, then smiled as she recognized the lean, tanned body of Pierre LaBlanc standing in the bow. Pierre wanted to fuck her. He was always hanging around the house and around the camp. Cammy shivered as she remembered how nice it felt when he would slip up behind her and grab her around the waist. She could feel his cock, bat and anxious, against her ass. He would cup her tits and snuggle his face into her neck.

"Wait till you turn eighteen," he whispered once. "Just wait till you get old enough!"

Damn it! She had been seventeen for two, weeks now and Pierre hadn't shown up. He hadn't even shown up to paw over Yvonne's huge tits. The young man waved across the water as the boat drifted past her. LaBlanc smiled broadly as she arched her back to give him a good display of ass and clit. She twisted her body sensuously as she waved. Good! Let Pierre see what was waiting for him if he ever decided to come back over!

Cammy felt better as the boat slipped quietly past her. She'd get her cock. One way or the other, she'd get herself a nice, healthy length of cock. Pierre could tome over tonight for his party. If not, then she'd be out tomorrow on the make.

She ran through the pass, letting the breeze blow against her tits, feeling the cool flow of air along her legs. Cammy spun around, then fell on the grass and lay back, panting. In the distance she could hear the deep foghorns of the ships making their way along the Mississippi toward New Orleans. Ships filled with men, fishing boats filled with men, fishing and hunting camps filled with men, swarmed through her mind. There were men everywhere about her, cocks all around her. She'd get hers. Damn right!

The young woman rose and walked the remainder of the way home. She paused to slip from her school clothes into a blouse and jeans, then walked to the camp to join her father and Yvonne in preparing dinner for the men who had flown in from Chicago for a week of fishing. Cammy dashed into the kitchen and ignored her father's stern look for being late. She joined Yvonne in setting the tables and carrying out more beer for the boisterous men who lounged around, eyeing Yvonne's luscious curves and, now, the smaller, but just as delicious curves of Camille.

"Hey, Yvonne," one of them called. "You couldn't come on back to Chicago with us, could you? We could all go in together and put you up in style."

Cammy watched her sister-in-law laugh and pose her ass for his approval, then swing her rump enticingly as she walked back to the kitchen. Cammy was used to this sort of good-natured teasing that went on about the camp. She'd seen them paw all over the luscious girl. She'd seen hands up Yvonne's skirt, hands up her sweater, hands on her ass, hands on her tits. The dark-haired beauty seemed to enjoy all of the attention. Tonight, a smaller version of dark-haired beauty wanted some of the same treatment. Cammy resented Yvonne getting all the attention. The girl decided she should have worn her skirt instead of changing to jeans.

They served the men their meal, then gradually cleaned the tables and the kitchen. Gilbert finally came in from his afternoon trip to deliver the day's catch. They sat at the table in the kitchen as they finished their own meal. Finally, Yvonne and Cammy walked over toward the house while her father and Gilbert remained to talk with the fishermen and join in a few hands of poker.

Cammy watched the sensuous way Yvonne walked as they climbed the steps to the porch and sat down in the chairs to enjoy the soft breeze. She watched the breeze strike her sister-in-law's dress, molding the fabric against the fabulous tits. Yvonne smiled as though enjoying a private joke.

"How do you get them to do it?"

"To do what?" Yvonne asked, looking suspiciously at the girl.

"Fuck you," Cammy replied. "How do you get them to fuck you?"

"That's not the problem," Yvonne said. "The problem is to get them to think of something else."

"It's my problem," Cammy admitted. "I can get them to feel my ma. I can get them to rub their cock against my ass. They stop, though. They don't go any further. I've been old enough for two weeks and no one has tried to fuck me yet."

The beautiful brunette began to laugh. She laughed, her eyes filled with moisture, then calmed herself.

"They will. Believe me, they will. As cute an ass as you have, they'd be standing in line."

"I keep looking for the line," Cammy insisted. "But it's never there. Yvonne was the last girl in my class to lose her cherry. Every one else has. Even Nichole, as reserved as she is, has gotten some cock. Shit! We know all the girls have been fucking around for years. Everybody has done it but me!"

"And you want to," Yvonne said. She said it flatly, not like a question. She said it as a simple statement, a statement she needed to fully comprehend. A slow smile crossed her sensuous mouth. She looked into Cammy's eyes.

"Are you ready to fuck?" she asked.

Cammy answered briskly. "I know how excited my pussy gets when a boy stands close tome. I know how my tits tingle when I see some of the men feeling you up."