Phyllis Baxter - A loving family

Linda moved away from him at last causing his fingers to make a soft little sucking noise as they slid from her cunt. She grinned down at him and sighed. "You were great, Paul, just great! But there are some things you need to learn, like licking my cunt!"

"But I wanted to, Linda! I wanted to more than anything, but… I… I didn't know if I should!"

"That's okay, babe," she said in a soft voice. "We have plenty of time for that. And I mean it, for a beginner, you were fantastic."

"Really," the thirteen-year-old boy asked almost reverently, "because for me, that was the best thing in my life!"

"I knew you'd feel the same way about fucking as I do, once you got started. You and I are going to have a great time around here, Paul. Together, we're bound to find some other kids to play our kinds of games."

"Yeah," Paul mused, stretching languidly out on his bed, a smile a mile wide on his face. "I sure hope so! They really are fun!"

Paul woke up with the sunrise the following morning feeling better than he could ever remember. He opened the window to drink in the fresh mountain air and couldn't wait to get outside to explore the area. It occurred to him that the best way to do it would be on horseback, remembering the dude ranch Tom had told them about. He quickly donned his Levi's and boots, wondering if it might be a good idea to invite Linda along. It would be a good chance to find out what sort of people live around close and what sort of action he and Linda could expect. With her looks and outgoing personality, they were sure to get right into whatever's available.

He let his thoughts linger on her for a long while, drifting back to last night. She really was wonderful, the way she stayed in his room for a long time afterwards talking to him, convincing him that there was nothing wrong or unnatural about what they did because the loved each other. Paul was easily convinced, because he had wanted her for as long as he could remember, and he really did love her in a way that he felt he would never love any other girl.

He went into the bathroom to knock softly on her door, expecting her to be still sleeping. He was surprised when she answered his knock by opening the door, already dressed in her jeans and tee shirt, looking radiant with her long blonde hair hanging loosely about her shoulders. The jeans fit her like skin and Paul almost gasped as he eyed her young, firmly budding tits jutting out proudly, with the little nipples fully visible through the thin fabric of the tight shirt. He couldn't keep his eyes from drifting down to the crotch of her jeans; the material seemed to fit right up into the slit of her pussy. His young mind was flooded with memories from the night before. "Hi," she greeted him warmly, pleased by the obvious effect she was having on her young cousin. "I thought you might like to go horseback riding with me… it would be a good way to look the place over…" he offered, feeling almost shy around her for the first time. After last night and the way she had sucked his cock, Paul was beginning to see her from a different perspective, a new, exciting perspective.

"Great idea, little brother!" she said brightly. "Wait for me while I put on my boots. Oh Paul, isn't it great that we really are brother and sister, now!" she said, smiling up at him from the floor and raising a shapely leg in the air for him to tug on her boots.

"Yeah," Paul agreed, "I guess it is." He wasn't sure how great it was being in love with his own sister; it was bad enough when she was just his cousin, but he supposed it didn't matter, as long as they were together.

They walked downstairs to the kitchen where Jean was frying bacon. She gave them a big smile and paused to kiss them both. "Have a good night?" she asked.

They chorused their answers in the affirmative, exchanging sly glances with each other. As Jean bustled about, Paul blushed each time she looked at him, wondering if she could tell that Linda had sucked him off last night. It had to show… a thing like that would just have to make a guy look different. His face grew redder at his own thoughts and he found himself wondering what his mother's pretty red lips would feel and look like wrapped around his stiff cock. He shook his head and dropped his gaze in an effort to dispel the evil thoughts from his mind.

"Well, Uncle Tom… I mean… Dad, showed us that dude ranch down the road yesterday and we thought maybe we could rent a couple of horses and sort of ride around," Paul said, wondering how much freedom his mother would allow.

"That sounds like fun," she replied. "After three years in Texas I'm sure you're both pretty good riders." She let her eyes take in her son's lithe young body. He is so manly, she thought with pride. "When do you think you'll be back?"

"Probably not 'till this afternoon," Linda explained. "We want to ride into the village and try to meet some kids." The forward thinking young girl wanted to be able to take advantage of any opportunity that might arise… maybe have some fun with a young man. Or, if not, she thought salaciously, she and Paul just might get all naked and find something exciting to do!

"Okay, but be sure to be in before dark, will you?" Jean had promised herself not to treat them like small children, although she wasn't quite how one treated teenagers. They weren't children, but then they weren't really adults either. She wanted to be so much more than just a mother to them; she hoped they both would consider her a friend and confidant.

After breakfast Linda helped her new mother with the dishes while Paul took off for the nearby stables to secure the finest two horses he could find. Within a short while he was back, riding a handsome black gelding with a chestnut mare in tow for Linda.

"Well, here they are," he said proudly as the two women came down the path to meet him. He felt very mature and responsible having arranged the whole outing for the two of them, and he hoped Linda would be pleased with the horse he'd picked out for her.

"Wow!" the young blonde exclaimed. "Paul, they're beautiful!" Linda really didn't care what the horses looked like, so long as they got around, but she knew Paul took it all very seriously and wanted to make him feel good.

The young boy gracefully dismounted to gallantly assist Linda into the saddle, and then, kissing his mother goodbye, remounted his own horse. Jean watched proudly as her two young equestrians took off down the dirt road until they were out of sight and then, sighing happily, walked back up the path toward the house.

Paul and Linda took the main road a short distance to get used to their horses and then, with Paul in the lead, cut off into a forest path to follow wherever it led. The young boy was in heaven, he had never seen more beautiful country and the clean, crisp air made him almost giddy. Linda was also enjoying the ride and the scenery, as long as they proceeded in the direction of the village, and she watched with admiration as he skillfully led the way down the narrow, winding path through the beautiful wooded area.

"It's really beautiful around here, isn't it!" Linda called out to him from behind, beginning to enjoy the steady erotic stimulation of the back and forth motion of the saddle between her legs. She began to push her hotly throbbing little pussy forward to meet the leather pommel while squeezing her thighs against the horse's sides, enjoying the tremors that started to shoot from her excited clitoris through her belly.

"Just let me know when you get tired of this and we'll get back to the main road for town," Paul called back, surprised that the gregarious older girl wasn't already complaining about the long ride. Even though Paul was totally content to explore the forest, he hadn't forgotten the original plan to find some new and exciting sex partners in the mountain community, and it was for certain they wouldn't be here in the forest.