John Kellerman: Hot pants niece

"Where is Teresa," she said, frowning. She got up and started down the aisle, but didn't see Terry. There were still some seats in the back she had to check – but most of them were empty, unless somebody was lying down. A chill ran through her like iced steel. She stumbled breathlessly toward the rear of the bus. The light from a passing car reflected off the ceiling as she leaned over the next to the last seat and gazed down at the willowy legs of her sister.

Terry was naked from the waist down. Even her sandals had been removed. And between her tan thighs something moved. In the shadows it was hard to believe what she was looking at. Jane smothered a cry of embarrassment. And then the sounds came to her can and the musky aroma of female pussy in heat. The look on Teresa's face told the rest of the stow. Her eyes were pinched closed and her mouth was twisted with agony. Her fingers were tangled in the brown curls of the man who had his mouth pressed against her cunt. Another car passed and the details were illuminated again for Janey to see. And she did want to see! Something inside her demanded that she see everything. Even when the stranger's tongue pointed wickedly and danced against Terry's small, pink clit. Her sister's slender fret moved and she dragged her heels up across the man's back. He was shirtless but Jane recognized him then… the soldier who'd spoken to her at the last rest stop. He'd wanted to sit with Teresa and it bolted like he'd more than gotten his way.

"Nuuhhnnn… ohhhhhh… shit!" Teresa tossed her head and clutched deeper in the soldier's thick hair. She was actually pulling his mouth harder against her pussy! Jane had to steady herself against the seat to keep from losing control. She wanted to blame the stranger, blame him for everything. But then a rage choked her. It was Terry's fault as much a anyone's. A soft, sucking sound made her focus again on the scene before her. The soldier was noisily eating at the delicate inner lips that half hid Terry's clit. It was too much to take. Jane leaned close.

"Pardon me, but would you mind letting my sister up?" Her voice shook with anger. The soldier turned wild eyes on her. His chin was glossy with sex juice and he looked a little drunk. Teresa scrambled back, jerking her short skirt down to hide her messy slit.

"I think it's about time you got back to our seat," Jane said, barely suppressing the rage she felt.

"Hey big sister," the soldier started, "we weren't doing anything."

"Like hell you weren't!" Jane hissed, grabbing Teresa by the wrist and jerking her up. "I should tell the driver and have you put off."

"That's all the thanks a war hero gets," he pumped, wiping the girl juice off his mouth with a swipe.

"Come on Teresa." Jane dragged her sister back up the aisle and pushed her angrily into the seat. "Now you sit there for the rest of this trip." Jane slumped down beside her. She was shaking all over. She felt like crying. She felt awful. And part of that terrible feeling was knowing what she'd done to her own body while Terry had fooled around with the soldier. Maybe it was some kind of revenge. From now on she would keep better control of her emotions. How could she expect to watch over Terry if she couldn't restrain herself?

"How could you do such a thing?" she asked Terry.

"I didn't want to," her young sister said, pouting. "He just started kissing me all over my body." A shiver ran through her small shoulders and Jane thought she saw the glimmer of a smile.

"I don't find anything amusing, about what just happened, Teresa."

"I wasn't thinking it was funny. I was just wondering if that guy loves me." She turned her large, innocent eyes up at Jane. "Do you think he does? I mean any guy who would do that to a girl."

"Terry, I don't want to discuss what that pervert did to you. And no, I don't think he loves you, if you truly want my opinion." She pushed her dark hair back. Her own smell that still clung to her fingers made her start to tremble all over again. "For God's sake, don't get out of your seat till we get to Warton!"

Terry was excited to see her Uncle Nat again. He was a tall, good-looking man getting close to forty though he didn't look it really. He was trim and muscular. She'd never see him wear anything but blue jeans and a cowboy shirt and he liked to tease her whenever he got the chance. It was nice seeing Roger, too. He'd been gone from borne for almost a year how. Teresa had always been close to her brother. She knew that part of the reason was because her other brother, Billy, had run away from home at such a young age. That'd left Roger and both she and Terry had doted on him. But Roger never got along with their mother and as soon as he'd graduated from high school, he'd worked out a deal with Uncle Nat. Now he was responsible for a good portion of the work at the sawmill Nat owned.

The house was set back in the woods and only one road led in and out. It was a remote, but beautiful part of the state. The house Nat had restored was really an antique. Terry was excited to find that she would have her own private room. There was a bathroom at the end of the upstairs hall that she and Janey would have to share with Roger, but that was okay. As soon as she awakened that morning, she opened the window and looked out on the rolling woodland that stretched miles in all directions. The woods looked a little scary even in broad daylight. She knew she'd have to go exploring sometime. Maybe getting sent to Uncle Nat's wouldn't be so bad after all. But Terry was still fresh from her experience on the Greyhound and it was hard to get that soldier out of her mind. She dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and padded barefoot down the stairs, her sandals in her hand.

"Where is everybody?" she asked Janey who was reading a book over tea. The sun streamed in the huge kitchen windows.

"Other people work for a living," Jane said, frowning at her. Terry knew that her big sis still hadn't forgiven her for her little frolic on the bus with Eddy.

Teresa fried herself an egg and made toast. As she ate she could hear the noise from the sawmill somewhere in the distance. It sounded close enough to walk to. She wondered if her sandals would be good enough to get her there.

"Roger sure has gotten cute, hasn't he?" she said, finishing her orange juice.

"I guess so." Janey didn't look up from her book.

"And Uncle Nat is a fox! I never remembered him like that when I was younger."

Janey glared at her. "He is your uncle, you know."

"Sure. What does that have to do with it." She smiled. "He's still good-looking."

"I just don't know what you're thinking half the time, little sister." Jane poured herself more tea. "Forget I said anything."

"That's easy," Terry giggled, "you never say anything worth remembering." She got another hard look. She got up and walked around the big kitchen. When she turned, Jane was watching her with obvious disapproval.

"You should buy your T-shirts so they reach past your navel."

"Oh, Janey, you're so straight. What do I care if some guy sees my belly."

"You should care. When a man sees a girl's belly he's really thinking of something else."

Terry hugged herself and shivered. "Ohhhh, I like that. I like to tease them. They deserve to be teased for having those weird snakes growing out of their body like they do…"

Jane slammed her book shut. "I wish you wouldn't talk like that."

"And anyway, who's going to see my belly button out here in these woods?" Teresa slumped into a chair and started putting on her sandals. "My uncle and my brother? Big deal." Terry watched Jane go over to the stove for more hot water. "Don't you ever, ever think about sex?"

"I'd prefer not to discuss my private thoughts tight now if you don't mind."