Chapter 6
Randy and Rob heard the shower running. Finally, Rob got out of bed and slipped into the bathroom, wanting to get to his sister first and find out just what her plans were for the rest of the day. For, he realized, Becky's high spirits could cause problems if they got out of hand.
There was so much steam from the shower that Rob had trouble seeing. He felt his way to the stall and tapped on the fogged-up glass door.
"Sis?" he said, "I need to talk to you."
No answer.
Rob opened the door. The shower was running unattended. Becky was nowhere to be seen, seeming to have vanished in the swirls of steam!
"She's gone," Rob called to Randy on his way out of the bathroom.
"I heard her in the shower," Rob answered, puzzled.
"Oh, yeah?" Rob said, after passing the bed so he could give the rest of the motel room a onceover. "Look." The front door was ajar.
"Where'd she go?" Randy muttered, sitting up on the bed and scratching his head with confusion.
"Something tells me we'll find out soon enough," Rob muttered. "Something tells me she'll leave a trail behind her we couldn't miss if we wanted to."
"What do we do in the meantime?" Randy asked.
"Try and find her before it's too late," Rob answered. "What happened here this morning turned her on so much that she might do anything."
Randy thought about it a moment. Then, as he usually did, he decided on the line of least resistance.
"Aw, what the hell, Rob, let her go," he said with a shrug. "I know Becky's your sister and all that, but it's her life."
"No, there's too much at stake," Rob replied with certainty. "We've got to stop her from running wild before she screws everything up permanently."
At this point it was obvious to Randy that his cousin hadn't told him everything. "You keep saying 'we'," he said to Rob. "What's in it for me?"
Rob mulled it over long enough for Randy to recognize that it was something important. And his customary what-the-hell attitude gave way to bristling curiosity, as he left the bed and confronted his stalling cousin.
"C'mon, Rob, level with me," Randy insisted. "What's going on that I don't know about?"
"Forget it," Rob evasively answered, looking away as if his secret would automatically surface if he kept eye-contact with Randy. "I'll handle Becky myself."
"No way," Randy snapped. "You've jerked me along just enough to get me interested. I'm dealing myself in. Now what's the story?"
"And if I won't tell you?"
"Then I'm the one who'll do the talking. About you and Becky. About me and Becky. About us and Becky," Randy threatened. "This is a small town and it takes its scandal seriously. You've got to make a living here, but my reputation is already shot so that leaves me with nothing to lose and you with plenty. Now what the fuck is this all about?"
Trapped by his cousin's uncharacteristic aggression, Rob looked up and spoke the one word that was calculated to make Randy and him partners.
"Money," he said.
His eyes lighting up, Randy said, "Well, I can always use some of that. My daddy thinks that by keeping me broke he can just starve out the black sheep of the family. So how much bread is there and where's it coming from?"
"I don't know how much, but enough. My mother told me about it just before she died," Rob said.
"I thought she died broke."
"She kept it a secret and never did let me know where the money came from. But from the way she talked, there's plenty to go around," Rob continued.
"And you're in for a big slice of the pie," Randy reasoned.
"Exactly," Rob confirmed. "But I want to be able to spend it in peace, without having to pull up stakes and start all over again somewhere else because of any scandal Becky starts around here. I'm established here. It takes money to make money and with my connections I could bank plenty more in this town if nothing gets in my way."
"Where do I come in?" Randy asked, his voice vibrant with greed.
"I'll cut you in for a few thousand," Rob promised.
"No, that's too much like blackmail," Randy chuckled. "I'll just come to work for you. You know, the kind of job with no heavy lifting or anything else strenuous--like just having to show up to pick up my check."
"It's a deal," Rob reluctantly agreed. "Now let's find my crazy sister before she ruins it for both of us."
They hurriedly dressed and left the motel in Rob's car. Their only problem now was where to start looking for Becky. For, although it was a small town, there were more than a few hundred potentially willing males for her to seduce. The trick for Rob and Randy was to find her before she found somebody to fuck.
"Remember me?" she had said to the boy, who was using the sunny Saturday morning to wash his car.
"Cousin Becky," he gulped as he recognized her. "Gosh, I haven't seen you in... in... "
"Ten years. Almost to the day," Becky answered. "You were just a little squirt then."
She paused to look the boy over, her eyes lingering at the tightly packed crotch of his faded jeans.
"But I see you've filled out just fine since then," she then purred.
The boy, whose name was Tom, blushed. He was the son of Becky's divorced Aunt Sarah, her Uncle Vic's and late mother's younger sister.
"I-I suppose you're looking for my mom," he nervously gulped. "Something about the funeral, I guess."
"No, I came to see you, Tommy," Becky said with a grin. "I started thinking about how big you must've gotten since I've been gone and I just couldn't resist dropping by."
"My mom's in the house," Tom answered, still reacting as if Becky must want to talk to her mother's sister about the funeral.
Ignoring this, Becky suggested, "Take me for a ride in your car, Tommy."
Not knowing how to refuse, the boy agreed. His cousin, several years his senior and as sexy a woman as he'd ever seen, sat very close to him, so close, her thigh rubbed against his. The hard-on he got was simple reflex for a horny teenager such as himself.
"Drive faster," Becky told him. "Straight out into the country where we'll be alone and have this glorious day all to ourselves."
When Tom speeded up, she opened the window. The breeze entering the car whipped her skirt up over her knees. She wore no stockings and then, Tom could see with a startled glance, no panties either! The hairy triangle of her pussy flashed briefly before his eyes.
She dropped her hand on his lap while he tried to concentrate on driving. Her fingers had no trouble finding the lump between his legs. Tom heard a metallic whir and suddenly realized that she had unzipped his fly!
"Pull over behind those trees," Becky told him.
"Wh-what for?" Tom stammered.
"You know," Becky answered, just as she reached into his shorts and squeezed his cock and balls.
The car swerved wildly, abruptly off the road and bumping across bare ground. Becky took the wheel with her free hand, expertly guiding it out of sight behind the trees she had mentioned.
"Wh-what do you want from me?" Tom stammered.
"Isn't that obvious?" Becky leered.
She had pulled his cock and balls out of his jeans by now. He was hung every bit as big as she'd come to expect from the men in her family.
"Y-you're going to suck my cock, aren't you?" he panted with disbelief.
There was no need for Becky to answer him. She already had his stiff, young prick in her mouth.
"Why me?" the boy insisted on knowing, while his beautiful older cousin went down on him deeper and deeper.
Becky couldn't reply with a throat full of sweet teenaged cock, but that didn't mean she ignored the question. In fact, she had asked herself why she had decided on the spur of the moment back in the motel to go looking for her Aunt Sarah's son...
She had been in the shower after fucking Rob and Randy when the idea had taken form. She would be leaving town soon, she had thought, twenty-thousand dollars richer and on her way to a new life. Why not, she reasoned, leave behind the old one in style?
She'd considered another visit to her Uncle Vic. Or even just pressing Rob and Randy back into action. But then she realized she had a taste for fresh meat and knew that her next conquest would also be from inside the family, just like the others she'd fucked.
Reviewing the possibilities, she'd recalled little Tommy. Only now he was almost a man. About the same age she'd been when she'd left home ten years before. Once his name came to mind she couldn't shake it.
So here she was. Sucking his big cock all the way down to his smooth, young balls.
As for Tom, he had stopped asking for an explanation now that his cousin's expert blow-job was taking effect. Hard breathing had replaced words for him, with Becky's suction on his deep-throated prick causing spasms of sheer pleasure to ripple across his muscular loins.
No one had ever done anything like this to him before. In fact, he was completely cherry in all the ways of sex except for jerking off. If only, he thought, this were some girl from school giving him his first head, instead of his own cousin.
But, on the other hand, Tom had struck out with the girls at school. And Becky was the one who was actually sucking his excited prick at long last. And he sure wasn't about to stop her now, even if they were related. He'd just have to take it any way he could get it.
Having run it over in his mind, Tom felt far less guilty about what he and Becky were doing in his car. When his nuts began to churn and he felt a rising tide at the pit of his crotch, his conscience was almost clear as he prepared to come in his cousin's mouth.
And there was no doubt that Becky intended for him to come in her mouth. She had to know he was ready to shoot his wad and she sucked his prick harder than ever, obviously thirsty for all the jizz she could swallow. With a lurch of his crotch, Tom gave it to her. Suddenly his cock was gushing as though it would never stop.
"Oh, drink it, Becky, drink it!" he blurted out, surprised at his own boldness. "Drink all of my hot, thick cum!"
For her part, Becky sensed how important it was to make him feel like the stud he so desperately wanted to be. Fortunately, his cock was so big and his cum so sweet that she wouldn't have to tell him any lies.
"That was perfect," she slurped when she had drained his balls and released his dripping prick. "Almost like you were saving up all that delicious cum just for me to drink. Thank you, Tommy, thank you for letting me be the first one to suck your beautiful cock."
"H-how'd you know I was cherry?" he gulped.
"Just a hunch," Becky chuckled. "And I'm so glad I was right."
"Why? Someone like you could have any guy she wanted."
"But they wouldn't remember me like you will. No guy ever forgets the girl who put out for him his first time. It's an honor."
"Jeez, I never thought about it that way," Tom sighed. "I guess you're right."
"Then I'd better get busy and give you something besides just a blow-job to remember me by," Becky purred. "After all, I might have sucked your cock until you came in my mouth, but on the books you're still a virgin."
She put her hand around his prick, feeling it swell back to full hardness in her massaging grip.
"Can't wait to get this monster in my cunt," she murmured, stroking the loose skin back and forth over Tom's throbbing cockhead. "Are you ready to fuck me?"
"Yes... God, yes," Tom answered, choking on his own anxiety.
"Let's go outside," Becky said. "The car's too cramped. I want to spread myself out for you and do it exactly right."
She opened the door and led Tom by his cock out into the shady clearing where they were parked. Then she pulled down his jeans and shorts so he was nude from the waist down.
"Off with that t-shirt," she told him next. "I want you stripped down to nothing for me so I can see all of your beautiful, young body."
Quickly, Tom was totally naked. While Becky's hungry eyes roamed over him, her visual stimulation seemed to make his big cock expand even more. It seemed to loom at least a foot from his bushy crotch now, as large as either Vic's or Randy's.
"Mmmm, I like what I see," Becky cooed. "Just hope my body does as much for you as yours does for me."
"You want me to undress you?" Tom gulped. "I've never done that to a girl before."
"Just let your fingers do the walking," Becky seductively teased him, then put herself within his trembling reach.
He unbuttoned her blouse first, all thumbs. Then when Becky's bare tits spilled out, his hands flew away as if he were afraid to touch her flesh.
"You aren't wearing a bra," he gasped the first thing that came into his mind.
"I never do when I'm going after big game," Becky teased some more, as seductive as ever. "Now you're going to find out whether I'm wearing any panties either. And there's only one way for you to do that."
She took Tom's hands and put them around her waist. He fumbled at the clasp of her skirt. Becky remained patient, knowing that the wait would be worth it when she saw the expression on his face once he got a look at her pussy.
Finally the skirt was unfastened. Tom stepped back, watching it fall to the grass, then at Becky stepping forward without a stitch on. Focusing on her crotch, his eyes bugged out.
"Your c-cunt," he stuttered. "It-it's like a little girl's!"
"I shaved it this morning while I was taking a shower," Becky giggled. "Don't know why. Just wanted to do it all of a sudden. You're the first one to see it this way."
She arched her crotch, parting her thighs and reaching down to finger her smooth pussy lips apart. Leaking juice glistened as a shaft of sunlight slanted through the shadows onto her spread loins.
"What do you think?" she asked kittenishly.
"Can I eat it?" Tom whispered, his voice so low it sounded as though his heart were in his throat and weighting it down.
"I'd never forgive you if you didn't," Becky told him.
He knelt before her, bringing his mouth to the level of her waiting cunt. She took his head and crushed his face against her flexing crotch. And his squirming tongue was abruptly all over her pussy lips and clit, licking greedily.
"Ooooh, good start," Becky moaned. "Keep it up and I'll come right in your mouth."
Just then, the tip of Tom's tongue struck her tender clit at just the right angle. All at once, Becky was climaxing even before she'd expected to.
"Mmmm," she orgasmically moaned. "I drank your cum, now you drink mine. Didn't know that, did you, Tommy? That a pussy can come as wet as a cock does if it belongs to a horny enough woman. And ahhh, I'm that woman. Just suck it up and you'll find out."
Tom gulped thirstily and the pussy juice slid down his throat like maple syrup.
"Stick your tongue all the way up inside me and I'll give you even more to drink," Becky urged.
Tom penetrated her pussy as though he had a live snake crawling out of his mouth. There was a good five inches of it, almost as long as a normally sized cock.
"Coming some more," Becky groaned. "Feels even better than I thought it would. Go ahead and really fuck me with it, Tommy. Fuck my cunt with your fantastic tongue."
He wiggled it around inside of her. The walls of her pussy spasmed, wringing out a fresh supply of female honey which Tom promptly swallowed. The little which did escape his sucking mouth mixed with his spit and drooled down his chin in a long, hanging glob.
Becky could have gone on like this indefinitely, but she knew that would be robbing Tom of the most important part of his erotic education. For the bottom line was that, despite all the blow-jobs and pussy-eating in the world, he would remain a virgin until he actually put his cock inside her cunt and fucked her. The more she thought about it, the more Becky realized that she couldn't deprive him of what would be the key event in his young life any longer.
"Enough of this," she said, pushing his face away from her sticky cunt.
"D-did I do something wrong?" Tom nervously gurgled, excess pussy juice spilling from the corners of his mouth.
"Not hardly," Becky assured him. "It's just that it's time for the main event."
She dropped to the grass, digging into the turf with her ass and lifting her knees. It was the classic fucking position, as old as the human race and as fresh as each new day.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she beckoned steamily.
Tom grabbed a hold of his straining prick as though he feared it would beat the rest of him to his spread-legged cousin. Then he dipped between her open thighs, kneeling at the shrine of her cunt.
He cautiously brushed her pussy lips with his cockhead. As he moistened the blunt tip with all that juice, he took what was probably the deepest breath of his life.
"Gonna stick it in," he gulped, awed by what he was about to do.
Becky flexed her crotch to meet his jabbing prick. Now he was inside her, picking up momentum with his hips lurching. An instant later, his big cock was hilted for the first time in a warm, wet cunt.
"Am I doing it right so far?" he asked anxiously.
"Oh, yes! Yes!" Becky cried with happiness, feeling every inch of his rigid cock inside her stuffed pussy.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and began rocking him in the cradle of her thighs. Tom's hips and ass and crotch picked up on the rhythm, rocking to a steady beat. His cock slid back and forth in Becky's tight pussy, the friction starting to mount.
"God, I'm fucking you. Really fucking you!" Tom gulped with wonder.
"And doing a damned good job of it," Becky moaned in praise of his performance so far.
Then she reached for his head and pulled his face down against her tits. His mouth automatically found one of her erect nipples and sucked so much extra blood into it that Becky thought it might burst.
"Mmmm, that's it," she spurred him on. "Suck me, fuck me. Keep it up and I'll be coming for you before you know it."
While his prick steadily grooved her pussy, Tom smeared his mouth across Becky's tits to her other nipple, feasting on it like a hungry baby. At the same time, his hands slipped underneath his cousin and cupped her plump asscheeks.
"Dig into my ass," Becky told him.
He probed her asscrack. She had shaved her cunt, but not inside the split of her ass. Tom played with the wispy hair down there, winding it around his fingers so it tugged at the rim of Becky's asshole. This little bit of pain was all she needed to push her over the orgasmic edge. All of a sudden she was coming as powerfully as she had ever come before.
"It's here!" she cried joyously. "I'm getting off so much! Keep it happening for me, Tommy!"
Instinctively, Tom knew what to do next. One of his fingers found the opening of her ass and penetrated the narrow hole to the last knuckle.
"Ahhh, you're learning fast!" Becky bubbled, welcoming the finger in her ass with a buck of her hips.
Now she closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensations that had turned her writhing body into an orgasmic machine. There was the wriggling finger up her ass, the sucking mouth on her tit, and at the foundation of her pleasure, the stiff, young cock pumping nonstop in her grateful pussy.
"As long as you can keep it up," she gasped to her hard-working cousin, "I'll keep coming for you. Keep on coming until you come yourself."
"That won't be long, Becky," Tom said, knowing that his own climax was not that far away. "Seems like I waited so long for my first piece of ass that my cock's got a mind of its own now that it's finally inside a pussy. It's gonna do what it wants to do and that's shoot off, whether the rest of me's ready for it or not."
"Just relax and do what comes naturally, Tommy," Becky reassured her cousin. "Whenever you give me your jizz is the right time for me. My pussy's just waiting for all the cum it can get."
"How about now?" Tom panted, his crotch banging away in the well of Becky's loins.
"Sock it to me!" Becky replied eagerly, pushing back with every fiber of her being as her cousin's teenaged cock hilted her cunt.
Tom gritted his teeth, what was left of his breath whistling through his nostrils. Then, abruptly, his mouth flew open with a whoosh and down below, twelve inches into Becky's deep pussy, his cock erupted.
"Can you feel it?" he panted to Becky. "Feel my cum in your cunt?"
"It's flooding me!" she excitedly answered. "Flooding my pussy! I'll never be able to hold it all inside me!"
Even as her cousin's prick continued to spurt, her cunt was beginning to leak. She reached down and spread the overflowing jism all over the insides of her thighs and into the crack of her ass.
"Don't know where I'm getting it all from," Tom grunted. "Jeez, jacking off was never like this!"
Then, with a gurgling squeal, he pinched off his last burst of cum. When his cock had slowed to a dribble, Becky squeezed and yanked it with her strong cunt, milking out every extra drop she could.
Finally, though, it was over. Tom's hard-on lost its cutting edge and the walls of Becky's thoroughly fucked cunt sagged with satisfaction. The incestuous lovers lay on the grass with their locked loins temporarily stilled, basking in the afterglow of a perfect fuck.
Tom finally whispered, "How did I do? Did I... I... "
"You did just perfect," Becky congratulated him with all the honesty she could muster. "You're a stud, Tommy, an absolute stud!"
"Thanks," the boy who had just become a man sighed. "Thanks, Becky, for the best day of my life."