John Kellerman: Hot pants niece

"So you do think about it!" Terry said, jumping up again.

"Everybody thinks about it." Jane filled the teapot, spilling boiling water on the floor as she did. Terry was amused at the way her older sister was upset at the mere mention of sex. And she still couldn't figure Janey out. Someone so pretty must've been approached by boys in her life. But she couldn't remember Jane ever really having boy friends. She never even got phone calls anymore. Teresa whirled around the kitchen, admiring the way her slim feet looked in her sandals.

"I think I'll walk up to the mill and see what's going an."

"You'd just be in the way," Jane said.

"I wouldn't either. I'll just watch."

"Teresa, I don't think mother would approve of you going up there with all those men hinging around…"

"They're not hanging around. They're working. You just said so."

"All the same…"

Teresa kicked a chair. "Oh, shit, do I have to be locked up? I'm already a hundred miles from nowhere." She could see that Jane was ready to go on arguing with her. But before her big sis could get another word in, Terry slammed out the back door.

"You come back here, Teresa!"

"Come and catch me," she cried back and jogged down the rutted road towards the sawmill.

The men stopped to look as she came up to the big shed where the saw was screaming so loudly. How could they stand all that noise? Terry wondered, smiling at one hulking man in overalls who gave her a lewd smile.

"I'm Nat's niece," she said, clasping her hands behind her and rocking on the balls of her feet. The big man was looking directly at the tan exposure of tummy that showed between her western belt and the edge of her T-shirt. She cocked her hips and watched his eyes widen even more. She felt his excitement exciting her. God, it was fun to turn a man on.

"You better stay back outta the way," the man said, winking. "A pretty little thing like you might get lost in the sawdust."

"Is my brother around?"

"Oh, you must mean Roger. Yeah, you two do bear a resemblance." The man pushed his hard hat back and scratched. "So Roger's your brother, is he?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You don't have to call me Sir. Call me Hank. Hank Herbert." He scratched his stubbly whiskers. "What can I call you?"

"My name is Teresa. You can call me Terry."

"You want to go to the show with me tonight, Terry?" The big man sucked a tooth and met her eyes. She blinked and swallowed hard. She hadn't expected anything like that. This guy looked almost as old as her Uncle Nat.

"No," she gasped, stumbling backward.

"I know how to take care of a young one like you," Hank said, licking his lips like he was about to devour a choice piece of steak.

"See you later," Terry got out and hurried into the sawing shed. Nat waved and motioned her over. He had to shout above the scream of the big saw.

"We're about to break for lunch. Wait outside and I'll share a sandwich with you."

Terry found the shade of a big tree and waited until the whistle blew for noon break. Men poured out of the buildings and found places to open their lunches. After a while she saw Uncle Nat and her brother Roger heading her way. There was another guy with them who stumbled twice because he was staring so hard at her.

"This is my son, Darren," Nat told her. Darren tossed his hard hat on the grass and sat down next to Terry.

"That makes us cousins, don't it?" Darren said. He had a toothy smile and brown hair that hung straight and long over the back of his collar. His T-shirt looked about to rip at the seams from his muscles.

Terry noticed that Roger seemed a little uneasy. Surely he didn't care that she talked to Darren. The men were mostly talking among themselves anyway, stuff about hunting and fishing and the sort of things she didn't know much about. But finally Nat gave her a long look over his coffee.

"Where'd you get those long legs?" he said, pinching her bottom through her jeans. Teresa squealed and slapped at him but Nat pinched her again. "I'll bet the boys follow you around in droves."

"You'd better be getting back home," Roger put in, trying to get a comb through his blond hair. Terry smiled. His hair was the same color as hers, except lots curlier.

"I can take care of myself now, big brother," she said. "I'm grown up a little since you last saw me."

"That's just the trouble." Roger got up and grabbed his hard hat. Hank, the big man she'd first met, was standing with some other men and looking her way. He said something to his buddies and they all laughed. Roger glared at them and then looked back at Terry. Uncle Nat put his hat on and stood up.

"I've got to send Darren to town for some parts," he said, "so he can drop you by the house on the way, Terry."

"Aw, can't I stay around here?"

Uncle Nat sucked his toothpick. "Some old boy would be watching you, sugar, and run his arm in that saw." He examined his nails. "Naw, I reckon you'd better get back home." As he turned toward the company pickup truck, Nat slapped her bottom. It was a good, hard slap and the sling made a little thrill run through her cunt. The look he followed it up with made her blush.

"God, Uncle Nat…"

"You watch and see that Darren keeps that truck on the road," he called after her. Terry climbed into the cab and Darren bounced behind the wheel. Then they were roaring out of the mill yard and towards the house.

"Why don't you ride on into town with me," Darren said, giving her his easy smile. "Nobody'll know 'cept the two of us. I can drop you at the house coming back."

"I better not."

"Come on. I'll buy you a Coke and show you around Warton."

"Well…" She looked up at Darren. He was so nice, so easy to be with. He was almost to the house now and not slowing up any. "Okay, I'll take a chance. I guess my big sis can't get any madder at me than she already is."

They roared on past the house and bit the road that led to the highway. Darren kept sneaking looks at her midriff. Terry remembered to keep her shoulders back. She had to make the best of what little she had, which wasn't much. But Darren had asked her to go with him for some reason. And Nat had commented about her looks. She wondered if maybe men thought she was sexy. She kicked off her sandals and pressed her bare feet against the dashboard. Darren turned onto the highway and then slipped his arm along the back of the seat. Pretending she didn't notice, Teresa rested her head back against his wrist. They hadn't gone three miles when Darren took a turn on a gravel road.

"Hey, this isn't the way to town."

"We got time for a dip," he said, looking straight ahead. "Nat won't even miss me this afternoon."

Terry felt apprehensive but didn't want to be a prude. Jane was the straight-laced one in the family and she didn't want to be like Jane. Darren pulled off the road and bumped through a bushy field. He parked by a lake under the shade of some cottonwoods.

"I don't have anything to wear."

"That's the general idea," he laughed, skinning his boots and jeans. Teresa turned away when he jerked down his underwear. She saw his cock anyway. It looked fantastic! All white where the sun had never hit it… and the tip was a slightly darker hue. Darren plunged into the wafer and came up with his muscles glistening. When he dove again, Terry peeled her jeans and stepped into the water. She still had on her panties and T-shirt, but no sooner than she had dipped into the water and the thin cotton clung to her firm, high breasts. Between her slender thighs she could feel the nylon plastered tight to her cuntlips. Thank God she was neck-deep. Darren came swimming towards her, a mischievous look in his eyes.

"You know I always wondered what it would be like to kiss one of my kin."

"Oh?" Terry pushed wet hair out of her eyes. Darren's toes touched the sandy bottom and brushed her feet. He was very close. She felt funny. It wasn't easy to breathe anymore. Or was that because the water reached to her chin? Darren put his big hands out and she felt her tiny waist surrounded.