Inside her she could feel the flesh flood of cum from her cousin's body. It was hot and slick and slimy and as their movements increased in fury, the stuff squirted from the stretched edges of her hole. It dribbled down the underside of her ass and, she could hear the messy madness of their fucking as Darren's shaft began to slide again inside her. Her muscles relaxed their hungry gasp. Darren's prick slid more in and out now, deep arid deeper yet. Then she knew that his jetting cockhead was actually stretching her womb open as the patent seed foamed in.
Teresa opened her eyes. The sun made her blink. For a moment she had no idea where she was or who it was beside her in the grass, naked. Then she clapped a hand to her cunt and looked down. Blood mixed with a whitish fluid was smeared across her palm. She wiped it in the grass and blinked again.
"Darren? What… what time is it?"
"Huh?" He pushed himself up suddenly. "Jesus, I fell asleep." He grabbed his watch from the pocket of his jeans and shook it. "We'd better get our asses on the road, baby."
"Oh, Darren…" She clung to his shoulders until he kissed her. Then she pressed her wet lips close to his ear. "Darren… I love you… it was wonderful."
"You better get dressed. We've been here more than an hour. If Uncle Nat…"
"What about…" She looked at the mess that was leaking from between the raw lips of her cunt. "What about this?"
"We'll just have to hope we're lucky, baby." He gave her a quick kiss on the bridge of her nose and got up. She watched him as he jerked on his jeans and shook the grass from his shirt. She felt numb. But inside there was a glow. A glow she'd never known before. When she stood up she was dizzy and between her legs was the rubbed, raw feeling that told her she was no longer a virgin. She dipped her panties in the water and cleaned herself up before slipping on her jeans again. She was about to wad the wet panties into her pocket when Darren grabbed them.
"I want these, okay?"
"Sure. I guess so." She let him pull her close and tilted her mouth up to be kissed. But Darren turned towards the truck and started it up. Terry clambered in on her side. "You, won't tell anybody… about… about what."
"Shit, no," Darren drawled, swinging the truck around to the road again. "What kinda guy you think I am anyway?"
They bounced on down to the highway and Darren headed for town. Terry snuggled up against him and he put an arm around her. It felt comfortable and good. But he was being so quiet now. Maybe he was worried about what they'd done. About not being careful and all.
"Darren?"
"Yeah?"
"You worried about what we did?"
"A little bit. I sure as skit wish you were taking the pill."
"Maybe I'll get some. Maybe I can."
"Lotta good that'll do now," he said, turning on the radio. A country tune came from the speaker. A song about a woman who'd lost her man. For the first time in her life Terry understood what the singer was singing about. She hugged an arm around her cousin and slipped a hand under his shirt.
"You like me, Darren?"
"Sure I do. What made you think I didn't?"
"'Cause you haven't really said so."
Darren pulled her hand loose from his belly. "You better let me drive, we're getting close to town."
Terry sat there beside him, feeling the heat inside her. The sting where she'd been broken was burning a little, but it was nothing compared to the deep, deep glow of pleasure. She could almost remember exactly where that stiff thing had fit inside her! And right now she was thinking about the next time it would fit there again.
"Darren?"
"Yep?"
"When are we going to see each other again?"
"Well, depends on when I can get out. My wife…"
"Your wife!" Terry cried. "You didn't tell me you were married, Darren. Oh, Goddamn!"
He gave her a sheepish grin.
"Well, I wasn't planning to get married. It was just last fall when…"
"When what?" Terry was shaking all over. "When Emmy Lou got pregnant. So…" He shrugged again. His face was very red. Terry wished she could smack him hard but she felt more like bawling.
"What happens if I get pregnant!" she almost screamed. Darren slowed the truck so he could look at her. His eyes were serious.
"I sure hope that doesn't happen, Terry. I surely do hope it doesn't."
CHAPTER FOUR
That Saturday night everybody was scurrying around the house getting ready to go to town. Jane really didn't want to go, but her Uncle Nat had insisted. When he'd shown her the new cowboy shirt he'd got for her in town, there was no way she could refuse.
"Well, I really should keep an eye on Terry," she said finally. "That's really the only reason I'm here anyway."
"Then we'll keep an eye on her together," Nat laughed. "You go put that shirt on and we'll take the truck in. There's a lot of celebrating going on after the rodeo."
It was quite a squeeze for the four of them to get into the cab of the pickup, but Teresa sat on her brother's lap so that made it okay. Roger was singing and drinking from a quart bottle of beer as they hit the highway. Janey didn't exactly approve, but Nat didn't seem to mind and everybody was having a good time. She even took a swallow when tile bottle was passed her way.
"What do you do on a Saturday night in Warton, anyway?" she asked.
"Do a little bar-hopping, a little messing around," said Uncle Nat. He pushed curly hair from his forehead and swigged on the beer. For forty he sure looked good, Jane thought. His sun-wrinkled face didn't really make him look old at all. He still had the muscular carriage of a young man even though he was getting close to forty. And when he looked her way, Jane couldn't see to the bottom of those blue, blue eyes.
"You gonna dance with me tonight, Jane?" he asked.
"Shit, why not." She was surprised by the little shiver she felt. Dancing with her own uncle. There wasn't anything at all wrong with that. But she felt the shiver all the same. It was the same shiver she'd felt when she'd put her panties on that evening. She'd had the most powerful urge to push a finger up between the lips of her cunt. It had taken all her willpower to keep from it.
They walked to the Sundown Restaurant after Nat had parked. The streets were full of people. There were a lot of cowboys whooping it up after the rodeo and a lot of town people too.
"Now this here is a nice place, so I'm sure we can get Terry in." They took a table and Nat ordered up food and drink for everybody. When he pushed a glass with a fancy swizzle stick in it towards Jane, she shook her head.
"I don't drink…"
"Try this," Nat grinned. Jane tried it, licked her lips.
"It is good! I don't taste any alcohol."
"That's a Snowbird," her uncle told her. "What you can't taste won't hurt you."
Teresa got a hamburger and a Coke and Roger did too. But Janey could tell that her brother had more in his Coke than just ice. He winked at his Uncle Nat and Nat winked back.
"See, we know the proprietor and he takes care of these young 'uns."
"Why can't I have a real drink?" Terry whined, making a huge pout.
"Even old lake won't go that far," Nat laughed. "He wants to keep his license for the rest of the year anyway." Nat took Jane's arm. "Hey, pretty niece, let's go dance."