John Kellerman - Hot pants niece

She bit Roger until he gave a cry and bit her with equal passion. The pain mingled with the pleasure to bring them to new heights. She could hear the steady slam of their hips together. She could taste the blood she'd bitten from her own mouth. And she could feel the bulging head of her brother's cock swelling… swelling in its rubber until he gave a jerk and growled like a wolf.

"Oh, baby," she cooed, rubbing his ass cheeks with her sweaty palms, "you're coming, aren't you?" Roger could only groan in reply, his ass working furiously to scratch the ecstatic tickle that had started his thick cream to spurt.

"Janey… ohhh, Janey… ohhh, Goddamn!"

Deep against her womb Janey felt his prick surge. The head had made a kind of barb as if to stay inside her while the potent seed poured out. Now she was thankful for the thin sheath Roger had made her put over him. But her own passion had reached its outer limits too. With a shrill cry she lurched and her legs shot up into the air, toes spread with excitement. Her full, firm hips danced furiously on the mattress as Roger gave her long strokes, moaning as he filled his rubber. Again she screamed, her climax pouring over her like a raging torrent.

"Yuhhhnnn… yuuhhh… yaaahhhh!" she gasped, her finger slipping into the crack of Roger's ass as she fought to keep him deep inside her. And then they were slowing, sucking in deep breaths, kissing and fondling each other as the glimpse of paradise drifted away.

Juicy was just fine as long as she held her brother's body close against her, as long as his mouth pressed against her shoulder. It was when he started to get up that the reality of it all sank in.

"You knew it was happening," he said, petting her face, "you knew it from the start…"

"But… but… ohhh, God, forgive me… I can't… I don't… understand…"

"Hey, you're working yourself up. It's not that big a deal. No harm done is there?"

"What do you mean it's not that big a deal?" she blubbered, tears dripping from her chin. "I fucked my brother… and I wanted to."

"I wanted it, too, Janey," he whispered and kissed her mouth. She twisted away from the caress, wiped her lips.

"I've got to get out of here… I've got to go back home…" Roger grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "Listen to me, you crazy sister…"

Janey slapped him hard across the face. He glared at her in utter surprise then rose and jerked on his pants. She watched him with fire in her eyes as he grabbed his boots and stumbled from the room. She saw the rubber on the end of the bed. She picked it up and ran after her brother. She threw the dripping thing from the top of the stairs and watched it spin as if in slow motion… spinning down to smack Roger between the shoulder blades. His own white sap spattered across his skin.

"Keep your nasty old cum!" Janey screamed. "I hate it… hate it… hate it…" She ran back to her room. Her heart pounded. She felt like she was slipping into a deep dark well. At last she fell twitching across the bed. She had a fever… her breath screamed in her throat. She closed her eyes and felt her consciousness drifting away. With a final sigh, Janey let the warm, dark cloud engulf her.

When Teresa pulled into the yard, several men from the sawmill were standing around. She wondered what had happened, why they weren't up working. She slammed the pickup door and started past them towards the house. The biggest, the same man who'd spoken to her at the mill her first day there, stepped out.

"Looks like your sis went and lost her mind or something," he said, sucking on a toothpick.

"What do you mean?"

"She went and tore up her room, that's what. Your uncle had to come over here and quiet things down. She was breaking up the furniture and I don't know what all." He acted like he was about to laugh. "Seems though your brother had something to do with it. He came back to the mill looking pretty worked up. It was about an hour after that when old Larry looked over to see a chair flying out of that upstairs window." This time he gave in to the laugh. Another man shook his head and spit. Everybody looked at the broken upstairs window as if something else might come flying out any moment.

"Where is she now?" Terry said, her voice breaking.

"Oh, your Uncle got her hog-tied I imagine. That's the only way to handle a hysterical woman, don't cha know?"

As Teresa pushed past the big man he gave her a slap on the ass. She wanted to say something but hurried on instead, hurried upstairs to her sister's bedroom. Uncle Nat met her in the hall.

"She's okay now," he said, "she's resting. I gave her something strong to drink and that seemed to settle her nerves."

"What happened anyway? What made her…"

"I don't know, Terry. I just don't know." But Teresa thought she saw something funny in her uncle's expression. He bit his lip in thought then looked up. "Maybe she's homesick."

"Jane is a little too old to be that homesick." Terry shoved a hand in her pocket, felt the fifty dollar bill. She quickly let it go again. She wasn't in such hot mental shape herself. She wished things were as simple as they'd beep back in Hainsville.

But things hadn't been that simple there either.

Uncle Nat went to the window to call to the men gathered by the house. Terry heard him tell them to go on home since it was almost quitting time anyhow. This seemed to please everybody concerned and they drifted away to where their cars were parked. For some reason Teresa watched the big man. He stopped in the grass halfway to the mill and pulled out his cock. A funny thrill went through her as she watched the yellow stream arc out from his cock. It was the biggest cock she'd ever seen in her life! The man pulled his fly closed and swaggered to his pickup. She could almost remember his name… yes, it was Hank. Hank Herbert. She turned from the window with a little tremble. It had occurred to her that men like that liked to pay for a woman's body. A lot of things were occurring to her. And she wasn't sure she could handle them either.

"Let's have a drink," Nat said, wiping his head with his handkerchief. "You're old enough now I guess to learn about liquor." She followed him downstairs.

"You wouldn't let me drink the other night," Teresa teased.

"That was in a public place," he said, dragging a bottle from the sideboard by its neck. "Brandy okay?" Teresa shrugged as she flopped down on the sofa.

"Fine, I guess. I don't know anything about that stuff." She was thinking. Thinking about what her uncle and sister had been up to when they snuck away from the bar that night. Nat poured some amber-looking stuff in a glass and set it before her. It burned going down, but a wonderful warmth spread in her belly. She liked it better than she'd expected. "Where's Roger?"

"He was acting funny. Said he wanted to walk in the woods and think." Nat sipped his own Brandy. "I don't know what happened up here, but I think Roger may have had something to do with it."

"Roger?" Terry was pretending to be innocent of any knowledge concerning Jane and Roger.

"Aw, hell, I don't know." He drank more booze. "Let me fill you up." He held out the baffle.

"I haven't finished this yet."

"That's okay, here." Terry watched him add another inch of Brandy. She sipped. The glow was quickly changing her mood. She closed her eyes and relaxed against the sofa back. She was thinking about money again. About men with money in their hands… looking at her naked body. She giggled.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing." She cocked her head at her uncle. "Uncle Nat, would you answer a personal question?"

"Shoot."

"Well, it's about men… and women. I mean, uh…"

"Do you want me to drag it out of your pants?" Teresa cleared her throat. "When a man wants… a woman had enough, does he fall in love?"