Chapter 10
If someone found them now, it would be little short of a miracle, Juliet thought. The housecar had been tucked into a grove of oak trees beside a pond the size of a small lake. They'd approached the ranch owner and asked permission to park there overnight.
The man had waved away an offer of money for the privilege, but accepted an invitation for drinks. The man-Tom Smathers-had just left, a little fuzzy and perhaps a bit disappointed that he hadn't also been offered a sample of the feminine loveliness he'd seen all around him.
"There," Blake said, closing the door behind the man. "Let Martin look up and down all the roads; let him go broke paying expenses for all that private fuzz, if he wants to. We're safe here, and we'll hang around as long as possible tomorrow, maybe all day."
Juliet said, "I don't know if Mister Smathers will appreciate that. I had the impression that he was a little sorry he'd allowed us on his land."
Melanie giggled. "Don't know why. He was sure playing peeksies up everybody's dress."
Blake said, "If one of you girls has to-romance him to keep him quiet tomorrow, it wouldn't be all that much of a sacrifice. It would be better if we didn't take the road at all in daylight tomorrow, if we could wait until night."
"Oh, hell," Gale said. "I always had this kind of Electra thing, so I'll volunteer to lay the old guy. It might even be a lot of fun."
Robin laughed with her. "It might at that, baby. Just don't cripple him or something."
"Dinnertime," Juliet announced. "Time to start putting dinner together, that is."
"I'll help, Auntie," Rochelle said. "The two of us can get it done okay."
Carrying bathing suits in case Mr. Smathers had binoculars on them, the rest went down to the pond for a swim, talking and laughing.
Rochelle said, "See how easy everyone's getting? They'll swim naked, and maybe play around a little in the water before coming to dinner. That's nice; no more being all uptight."
Juliet made chili, opening cans and shredding hamburger taken from the tiny reefer, adding onions and garlic. "They're not all gone, the inhibitions. But they probably would be, if Martin wasn't chasing us like this. I-oh, Rochelle, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to bitch to you."
The girl shrugged and got out the paper cartons they'd use as chili bowls. "I know, Daddy is a big pain in the ass right now, but he'll straighten out all right. I'm sure of it."
"Oh? Why, dear?"
Rochelle said, "Ryan and I have this theory; we think that Daddy really wants to screw me, but that he's afraid to. He flipped out when he caught Ryan and me playing around just because he's jealous and wants me for himself. So, if he catches up with Mom and us, maybe the best thing would be to get him tied up somehow, get him down and let me work on him."
Juliet said, "That's a weird theory at first glance, but not all that wild, after due consideration. The shrinks say that every father has a buried desire to fuck his female offspring, and maybe Martin is fighting his. Damn, damn! All this hassle could be avoided, if he would just be honest."
"Right, Auntie." Rochelle put out the silver where everyone could find their own. "I mean, he doesn't even know about Ryan screwing Mother, and if he did, he would freak out. Unless it was like with Uncle Blake, and I had already fucked him, so he wouldn't have an argument."
Juliet stirred the chili and sniffed its aroma with appreciation. "Does fucking make you hungry, too? I'm ravenous, famished. Well, if your father does manage to find us, we'll have to try and put your theory into practical operation. It just might work-even if we have to rope him and hold him down for you, as you said."
The others came trooping back to the van, partying before they came inside, carrying on even more after they were, happy and carefree. And hungry, too.
They had chili and beer, and everyone was kidding around, cracking jokes and enjoying themselves in general. After the mess was cleared and things put away, a scrabble game got going at the table, and the little TV picked up a clear channel.
The twins sat on the big seat in the driver's compartment, Rochelle's head on her brother's shoulder, looking very childish, innocent and at ease. They were the loosest people in the van, Juliet thought, hiding nothing and not afraid of rejections. She watched them for a while, and saw Ryan fondling his sister's hip, a casual caressing, as a devoted husband might do to his wife.
Rochelle actually was the boy's wife, in a way, Juliet decided; they loved and they fucked and took care of each other. If that wasn't marriage, what the hell was? It was far better than a lot of legal tie-ups Juliet could name, among her acquaintances.
She glanced at Robin and Gale, sitting close and arguing over a scrabble word, at her husband and Melanie. Everyone seemed so much more themselves now that they had shared sex, and Juliet didn't feel at all alone because she wasn't playing the word game. She propped her feet on a hassock and watched a musical program on television, looking once in a while at the twins and seeing them slowly becoming more involved in mutual caresses, in kisses that lasted longer and longer.
Before the program was ended, Juliet reached over and switched off the TV set. She sat erect, staring at the boy and girl as they slowly stripped each other. It was a deft and graceful performance, evidently one they had gone though many times before, their movements were that practiced and smooth.
Behind her, she heard the scrabble game slow to a stop as the others began to watch the kids, too. Juliet knew a lifting of excitement, the straining of her tits against her blouse, full and aching, even though she had stopped wearing a bra. She felt the surge of arousal between her thighs and the tightening of skin across her belly. The twins were so lovely, both of them!
Almost identical copies of each other, they sat naked now, small hands playing lightly and tenderly over bodies, stroking and tantalizing. They kissed open mouthed, and Juliet could see the flicking of their tongues. Red-blonde hair hung low down Rochelle's back, and red-blonde hair curled thickly below Ryan's ears; their slim, beautiful bodies were bronzed and gleaming, their skin without a flaw.
Rochelle's little tits were wonderfully shaped, their miniature nipples deep red and rigid. Now that Juliet could get a good, close look at the girl's tiny mound, she plainly saw the dusting of pubic hair like fairy fluff, and the delicate pink lips of the cunt.
Ryan was just as pretty as his sister, his chest hairless and smooth, his belly flat, his little buttocks svelte and attractive. He had a bit more hair between his thighs, a darker bronze than that on his head, and his balls were neatly packaged in his scrotum. Ryan's prick was a gorgeous little thing, daintily knobbed, the staff veined and slim. There was a tremendous amount of pleasure available in that few inches of cock, Juliet thought.
Ryan bent his head and began to lick at his sister's tits, changing over from one to the other, the nipples flipping out of his lips with audible sounds, wet and entrancing.
She was fondling between his legs, sliding a hand up and down his crotch and fingering his asshole. When she wrapped fragile fingers around his cock and began to play with it, a sigh went up from the watching group.
They folded one upon the other, reversing ends, their faces moving down stomachs, pointing toward the genitals. Juliet realized that they were going to watch the twins play sixty-nine, going down on each other at the same time, and she wondered briefly why she hadn't as yet done that herself, with Ryan or the other men. It was something she had missed.
The girl's tender lips opened and fitted themselves around the head of her brother's prick; she had one hand under his ass and one cupping his balls. Slowly, sexily, Rochelle took in Ryan's cock, sliding her mouth down to the root and holding it there for long moments, doing things to the head of it with her tongue and teeth.
Ryan put his mouth to his sister's pussylips, licking into them with wet caresses of his tongue. His nose was down by the diminutive asshole, and Juliet could sometimes make out the flash of his teeth as he ate and nibbled, lapped and sucked Rochelle's cunt.
Her own snatch grew hotter and hotter, swelling under her hand, and she felt that her blouse was sandpapering the sensitive ends of her erectile nipples. She could hear the rasping breaths of the other watchers, and knew they were all mesmerized by the scene before them, even Melanie, who had watched it several times before.
Juliet unbuttoned her shirt and sighed as her breasts swung free. Maybe some of the others were playing around, feeling up a cunt here or a swollen prick there, but she didn't care. All Juliet wanted to see was the pair of beautiful children on the long leather seat, their faces buried between each other's thighs, eating away, sucking away.
Someone moved beside her, his hand on her bare shoulder. "Damn-look at them go!"
It was Robin, and when his hand slid down to feel her tits, she leaned against him, but didn't take her eyes off the twins. She saw them rolling their slender asses and humping their slight crotches; she watched Ryan's prick slide in and out of his sister's educated mouth, gleaming wetly. And there were the sucking noises at the girl's cunt, the darting of her brother's tongue there.
Rochelle came first; Juliet could tell by the lifting, the shivering of the girl's crotch and the tense stretching of her slim legs. Ryan ground away for a while yet, fucking his sister's mouth, laying the meat up into the suction and against the curling tongue.
Juliet caught her breath when the boy humped to a fast finish, seeing his balls jump and shudder as he pumped a load of boiling semen into Rochelle's throat. The girl sucked and sucked, draining her brother of come, caressing his balls as if she were trying to call forth more of the delicious liquid.
Robin's hands moved over Juliet's tits, and she liked the feel of them there. Would they all start fucking here and now? Was this going to be the start of the big orgy, where everyone participated?
The kids changed ends again, moving fluidly and with that exquisite grace so inherent with them. Now she was on top of him, and his cock pushed into her small pussy with hardly an effort. Rochelle's ass wobbled, swung, dipped, and they were fucking as she rode her brother's prick. He held to her asscheeks and sucked at her lips, at her mouth. Juliet could see the elegant little tips of the girl's breasts rub across Ryan's chest.
"So quick," Robin breathed in her ear, his hands mashing her tits fondly. "The kid just got a great blow job, and now he's fucking her with the same hard-on."
"He's good at that," Juliet answered. "Ryan seems to keep a perpetually stiff cock, and all we women are glad of it."
"Hell," Robin agreed, "I'm glad, too. But I'd sure like to be in that tiny pussy, myself. You think my prick will fit in there?"
Juliet said, "Sure; my husband fucked her, and his rod is bigger than yours. Didn't Blake tell you?"
"No, he kept that to himself. Oh, man! I wonder if that kid will take me on next, right away. The sight of her beautiful snatch moving up and down on his cock is driving me up the wall."
"You only have to ask," Juliet said, "and knowing little Rochelle, I imagine she'll only be too happy to oblige."
The twins were squirming faster now, their legs entwined and their bellies pumping. Kissing, clawing at each other's asses, they fucked steadily, building the rhythm of their strokes bit by bit, climbing to a controlled and mutual orgasm.
"Coming, Ryan-oh, I'm coming again!"
"Me, too, Sis-letting it go in your pussy, Sis!"
And at Juliet's ear, Robin breathed, "Man, oh, man."
Lying together only for a little while, the twins separated, and every eye in the housecar was fixed upon the withdrawal of Ryan's prick as it slipped red and glistening from the tight grip of Rochelle's cunt.
Robin stopped playing with Juliet's tits and hauled himself to his feet. She saw that he had shed his jeans and that his prick was standing out stiff and ready. Juliet could understand how Robin felt about the girl; she had much of the same yen for the boy, as did every woman in the van, including his mother.
There was something about the very young that drew them all, some purity, besides their sleek beauty and stunning sexuality. Did they all see themselves as they had been, when they looked at the twins? Or as they had wished they were, when they were also very young?
Ryan looked up first, smiled, and came to his feet as Robin approached. "Hi, Uncle Robin. Rochelle and I didn't mean to put on a show. We just got started and couldn't stop."
"Yeah," Robin said, his eyes on the girl as she lay supine, "yeah. Rochelle-will you-I mean, can I-"
Her smile was sweet. "Can you what, Uncle?"
"Fuck you," he said at last.
Turning onto her back, the girl held up her arms to him. "Of course. And after you, Uncle Blake. I want to fuck you all, over and over again."
Cock in hand, Robin stepped to the long seat, and Rochelle lifted one knee to make room for him between her lustrous young legs, her deep-blue eyes shining with anticipation.
They moved closer, to see it better, a circle of eager faces, men and women excited by the unusual sight of a grown man mounting a twelve-year-old girl. None was more aroused than Robin himself; Juliet could see his hands trembling as he trailed them over the small, undulating body beneath him.
Robin's touch was awed, reverent, and he stroked Rochelle's flesh gingerly, prodding her toy breasts with a tender finger, hardly daring to caress the near-hairless little crotch. But he did, carefully and with great devotion. She kept smiling up at him, motioning him down so that she could wrap her slender arms around his neck and kiss him.
He came to her, on hands and knees above her, his prick grown huge and protruding like the cock of a horny stallion. When he lowered his face, she encompassed him with her upper body, kissing him feverishly and yearningly on the mouth, her tongue working like a piston, her delicately nippled tits digging their twin cones into the hair of his chest.
The man made a strangled noise, something between a sob and a cry, and his hands slid on down her body, one palm spread so that it covered both sweetly shaped cheeks of her small ass, the other hand fingering almost desperately, yet with care, into the soft, quivering labia.
Rochelle took her mouth away from his to say, "Oh, Uncle Robin-I won't break, honest! You can fuck me hard and deep as you want, really."
He was shuddering, his eyes a little mad, and he felt for the entrance to her ready cunt blindly, using his prick only, both hands now on her impossibly small ass. Rochelle reached down and found his cock, held it in her little-girl hand for a second, then guided its flexing head home to the glossy lips of her pussy, and clung to it until it was being worked into her narrow slot.
"There, Uncle darling-just keep pushing; it's tight, very tight, but-ahh! Oh, yes, you're going inside, stretching my cunt. Keep pushing, while I wiggle my ass like this, and like this, and-oh, yeah, yes!"
Juliet was holding someone's hand, clinging tightly to it for support and some measure of comfort. She saw the length of Robin's distended prick sliding slowly, inch by inch, into the snug clenching of Rochelle's cunt. The girl's vagina was dilating, opening wider to accept the thick stem of his cock. It passed in, vanishing from view gradually, until the hairy balls were tight against the hairless crack of Rochelle's compact ass.
"It's-it's in you," he panted, surprised that this was true, amazed that this sprite of a girl could take the full length of his prick in her constricted vagina. He began to pull it back out, and Rochelle gyrated slowly upon it as he did so, pausing as the flanged head stopped at the grasping of her inner labia, then driving upward as he thrust down.
Juliet found that she was kneeling, so she could see better, so she could project herself into the sexual action more, and she still hung to someone's hand. She looked to see whose it was, and her sister smiled languorously at her, Melanie's lips gone sultry and damp, her eyes liquid, the lids heavy.
Melanie said then, "Fuck him, darling. Fuck the nice man all he wants, and then fuck him some more."
Rochelle's eyes fluttered. "Yes, Mama-oh, yes, Mama."
And Robin shook like a torn flag in the wind, his body arching and going taut. "Can't help it! Trying to hold it off, but I-damn it, I can't!"
"Let it go," the girl urged. "Oh, I'm close to coming, too-so just let it go, Uncle! Come on-squirt me full of your come!"
Melanie's hand clamped upon Juliet's, and the two women held their breath as Robin poured the prick to the girl, as Rochelle twisted upon it and moaned, her teeth clenched and her head thrown back. Robin stiffened out, balanced upon his hands and knees now, with little Rochelle trying her best to wrap her slim, childish legs around him, while her ass made frenetic gyrations.
"He's coming," Melanie breathed. "He's flooding my little girl's cunt with his hot juice. Oh, I can't stand it; I just cannot take it any more. Come on, Juliet-come on!"
Rising with her sister, Juliet didn't ask where. They crawled into the bunkbed, and as Juliet drew the drapes, she got a peek at her husband, advancing upon Rochelle to take his turn at fucking the girl.