"You don't want to talk," she snapped, pulling away. "You want…" Her face went red. The bus driver seemed amused.
"Come on," her uncle insisted, pulling her to the side. He looked around as if searching for a place to talk. Jane found herself being dragged to a phone booth. With the door closed she was pressed up against Nat's warm body. He dialed a number, asked to be connected with a room and then tilted the receiver so Janey could overhear the other end of the conversation. She could hardly believe it when Teresa's voice came through the line.
"Oh, Nat, hurry back, darling… I'm climbing the walls."
"So you like Uncle Nat, do you?"
"Ohhhh, Nat, I never knew what fucking really was until you…" There was a long sigh and Janey blushed and attempted to get the door open. Nat held her against his body. His hand was working up under her white dress. Janey groaned as a finger gently petted the damp nylon crotch of her panties.
"Are you coming back soon?" Terry asked.
"I'll try to," Nat said into the phone. "I've got a little something to take care of first." He winked at Jane. She turned her head and tried again to escape from the booth. Nat pushed aside the flimsy panty-crotch, and his finger slid up into her body. With a gasp, Jane slumped against his chest. Her will had evaporated. She was unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his hairy chest.
"I want to know what it's like too," she babbled. "Oh, Nat… oh, God!"
Roger came over to the booth and Nat said something to him. Janey was too hot to pay much attention. Something about Terry and a motel. Her mind spun. Had the mere touch of her uncle's hand had such an effect on her that she was helpless to resist his desire?
Then she knew that if that was the case, there were things in her mind she had not yet become fully conscious of.
"We'll go join Roger later," Nat said.
"He told you I was going home, didn't he?" she gasped, feeling her uncle's finger plunge deeper in her pussy.
"Yep, good old Rog. He's like a son to me. And he knew I had some things to tell you before I could let you get away." Nat kissed her then, and Janey felt a hand at the small of her back as her uncle finger-fucked her at the same time. Wasn't someone going to know what they were doing? Jane didn't even care. Nat pushed her hand down the front of his jeans. She shivered as her fingers traced the hot, bulging shape of his cock.
"Don't you want that inside you?" he whispered.
"Oh, yesss," she whimpered, licking her lips hungrily.
"Well, then, what are we waiting for?" he said, pulling his finger from her hole in a teasing way. Then Nat opened the door of the phone booth and dragged her behind him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Terry had drowsed off. All that beer needed some sleeping off. But someone had come in. She could hear him undressing. It had to be Nat. Thank God he'd pulled the curtains before leaving. Teresa didn't think she could ever stand to see the sun again.
"Mmmmmm… Nat?"
There was no answer, but the bed swayed as someone slid in. Terry kept her head half buried under the pillow. A warm palm smoothed her naked asscheeks. She quivered with sexual energy. It was the perfect cure for a hangover.
"Feels good… mmmmmm!"
Now someone was kissing her back, now her side. She put out her hands to search down his body. His cock was rigid. With a little laugh she scooted down to his crotch. Terry still hadn't opened her eyes. The head of Nat's cock slipped between her lips and she sucked it against the roof of her mouth, fluttering her tongue wildly against the underside of it until he grunted loudly. But it didn't sound like Nat. And the head of the cock in her mouth was shaped differently now that she thought about it. Her eyes were open now.
Roger's hands caught the back of her head, and he jabbed his prick deeper.
"Yeah, Terry, it's me." His face was flushed with pleasure. "God, don't stop sucking now."
"Ghuuuuh!" Terry writhed and kicked her legs, but her brother rolled her over. She stopped sucking and tried to crawl away. Roger laughed and pinned her wrists to the bed, wiggling his hips between her thighs. The tip of his cock brushed her downy, damp cuntlips.
"Roger, I didn't know it was you. I…"
"Nat told me to come take care of you, and since that time we danced and made out, I've been wondering if I'd ever get a chance to get a cock in you."
"You almost did," she gasped, "and that was bad enough… what we did in the truck that night." Terry squirmed her hips. Her brother's cock pressed harder against her warm slit. It was starting to be forced apart. She was in a panic. But it felt good too.
"Naaaaa," she whimpered as her oily fluids smeared across the head of Roger's cock.
"You're really burning up," he groaned, closing his eyes from the pleasure. Teresa knew how velvet smooth the inner surfaces of her cuntlips were. It was no wonder that Roger looked so ecstatic as he dared to dip deeper. Her slim hips trembled as her clit was pressed under his gentle rubbing.
"Don't, Roger. We can't fuck!"
"You fucked Nat. He's your uncle…"
Terry's face reddened. "You're my brother!" She bit her bottom lip as Roger slipped his cocktip down her juicy crevice. She wiggled her ass furiously, digging her heels into the bed to push herself away from that hot, hard thing that threatened to spear her dripping cunt.
"God, Terry… all the time I never saw you… and you grew up." He pushed his cockhead in an inch. As her pussy muscles stretched around the streamlined shape, she gasped. "Nnuhhhh!"
"Yeah. You know it feels good. And you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
"Roger!"
"Feel it going in? Feel it, Terry? Oh Jesus, you're soft and slick and tight… Terry…"
"God… I can feel you… ahhh, if Mama knew."
"To hell with Mama. To hell with everybody. Just you and me… stop trying to get away."
"Roger… Rogerrrr… ohunhhhh!"
Her brother's cock was penetrating her inch by ecstatic inch. She had stopped trying to get away now. Her cuntlips were swollen wide on each side of Roger's rigid cock. And as he moved in and out there was a sucking, slurping sound of tender young pussy being fucked by a virile male prick. The sound entranced Teresa. She'd never heard it so completely, never felt the sweet penetration so completely. Her sharp heels edged up her brother's ass as she dug her nails into his shoulders.
"Ohhhh, Roger, God it is good!"
"Baby… my baby sister!" He kissed her then, a hot, intense kiss. Terry sucked hungrily at his tongue, working her hips now, grunting as the pleasure burst from her senses.
"This is really fucking, this is really what it's all about," she babbled. Her asscheeks tightened as Roger fucked her to the hilt. She tightened the muscles of her pussy around the thick base of his cock, sucking at his shaft with her feverish, slick folds. Roger grabbed handfuls of her hair. She knew his balls were already raging. As she pressed her immature breasts up against his body, her hard little nipples telegraphed her own excitement.
"Hold me Roger… ohhhhh, God… hold me!"
"Aren't they beautiful?" Nat whispered. Janey trembled in his arms. They'd crept into the adjoining room just as Roger and Terry's passion inched its height. Now Janey was watching her sister writhe and squirm and sink her teeth into her brother's shoulder.
"God, there's my brother and sis."
"And I'm your uncle," Nat laughed. "What does all this make you think?"
"How bad I want to fuck."
"We might disturb them."
"They won't even hear." Janey felt Nat slip her white dress off her shoulders. Then she leaned over the edge of the second bed as he slid her panties down. Nat was putting a rubber on.
"Push it in quick, Nat! Ohhhh, do it quick!"
Then her lips curled back from her teeth as she felt her hair-fringed pussy part for her uncle's cock. She slipped a hand under her belly to touch the spot where she was being fucked. Yes, she could feel her juice covering her uncle's cockhead now. That fleshy barb felt slick as he nudged it forward into the dainty velvet crevice.