Chapter 2
The Burke place is east of the old highway, a rather rundown old house, although it is well built, snug, and weather tight. Even if it is in the city limits of Bonville, it has a decided country flavor, being in an area that has seen little growth in the past thirty years. There is a great deal of timber in Crosley County, and most homes not actually in the city are buried in the deep woods. That is true of the Burke home.
Rachel hurried along the dirt road toward home. Her body felt more alive than it ever had. Just to know some other person who was angry at man's oppression of woman, yet still didn't hate men, gave her a feeling that life held a great deal of promise.
She was carrying her shoes in her hand, and the soft, feathery dust, hot where the sun struck it, cool in the shade under the overhang of roadside trees, felt comforting to her feet. The luxurious new underwear felt smooth, almost alive, under her dress. Once, she went a little way into the woods, set down her shoes, and took a long look at the pretty panties and the way they seemed to flow over the richly feminine contours of belly, hip, and pubic mound. They were so sheer that she could see each cunt hair.
When she got near her home, she went along quietly. Her dad might be at home. Being out of work, he spent a good bit of time in Bonville, asking around at the lumber yard, the Savings and Loan, the bank, or calling up contractors. There was no toll for calling Benton, the next town south, about twice as large as Bonville, so usually the people at one of his stops would let him call contacts in the larger town. He was well liked. No one outside his church knew how he regarded his wife and daughter. The churchmen, of course, approved.
As a matter-of-fact, most of the males in Bonville, in that church or out, would have agreed. Keep 'em knocked up and barefooted. Most of them, it is true, would have clucked in disapproval if they knew that Burke's brethren were not averse to screwing their daughters. But, if the full truth were told, those men with lovely, nubile female children often cast sexually covetous eyes on their daughters' excessively feminine loveliness. And some, as is the custom everywhere, did more.
The rattletrap old car was gone, so Rachel knew her father was gone. And mom, of course, was in town, working at Sloane's Dress Shop. It wasn't much money, but it kept them eating, kept gasoline in the old car so Linus could go to work, or hunt for it. With his unemployment compensation, they made out very well. Especially since they never spent any money, any real money, on clothes for Tommy or Rachel. Jessica Sloane saw to it that Christine was clothed decently. "For the good of the house," she told her employee.
The girl saw her brother, Tommy, before he saw her. He was under a tree in the back yard. Had his organ out, playing with it, Rachel guessed, and her heart turned over. Poor Tommy! He was such a wonderful brother! And he had so much pressure to haunt him!
She purposely made a noise so that he could get his cock back in his pants if he wanted to. She hated to embarrass him. He was two years older than she, over fourteen, and he had been troubled by sex for more than two years. If it weren't for me to talk to, he'd go crazy, Rachel thought. And then, mindful of the importance of telling the truth, she mentally amended, and I'd go crazy if I didn't have him. Both of them so shy, both of them browbeaten by her father and his overbearing religion.
Her young heart leaped as her brother stood up. He was smiling his joy at seeing her, and his young penis stood out like a knight's lance, its tip swollen and empurpled with his hot blood.
"Rachel!" he cried. "I was so worried about you!"
She came to him and hugged him around his lean waist. He was a head taller than she, almost as tall as her father. But he was so beautiful, so graceful, where so many fourteen-year-olds are awkward and homely and pimple-faced.
"I've got the craziest news for you!" she cried. "You won't believe it! It's simply too much!" She stroked his hard cock with one hand, looking up at him. "I found out a lot of stuff today," she said in her warm voice. "It's not really wrong, what we've been doing. Oh, I know-the church would say so." She looked at him with dancing eyes. "But you know what mom says-anything that's any fun, the church is against it." She was fairly dancing with excitement and fun. And the boy, looking at her with love and confidence, felt his heart swell as he looked at her.
"Tell me the news," he said in a strong, musical voice.
"Not now, not yet," the girl laughed. "Come on over into the woods a little. Get out of sight from the road." She held on to his hard cock, leading him, and he followed, laughing at her.
As soon as they were behind a bush, thick and green with its summer foliage, she let go his cock and said: "Lift up my dress. It's the first surprise!"
When he saw the luxurious fabric and the rich lace on the lovely, bikini-style panties, the tall boy dropped to his knees and held his sister to him, his cheek pressed against the fragrant mound where soft hair covered the shy opening at the top of her sweet young pussy.
"They're beautiful, sis," he said. "But where in the world did you get 'em? And how in the world?" His young face looked a bit worried. "If dad ever sees 'em, good-bye Charlie."
With her soft, strong hands, Rachel pressed his face harder against her crotch. "Silly," she said tenderly. "You know our father says that nakedness is an abomination unto the Lord. You'd never catch him looking at me, undressing."
Tommy leaned back on his heels. "That's where you're wrong," he said sharply. "He looks up every skirt he can, and down into every blouse. Sis," and his voice was solemn, "I hate to tell you this, but I saw him the other night, peeping into your window, trying to see you with your clothes off."
"Forget him," Rachel advised. "That's a creek we can jump when we come to it. He's not going to see me undressed. I turn off my light before I touch a button!" She giggled. "I've got a good notion, though, to let him see it, just once. But I'd have to leave home. He's already got a, uh, sort of lust for me."
"I know," Tommy said moodily. "Damn him! Damn all of them! Hypocritical old farts. Hollering that women are abominations, a bunch of temptresses, and busting their humps to get any girl or women they can! Yeah, even making up rules that make whatever they do okay."
"Forget them, darling," the girl said. She dropped down beside her brother. "I'm glad I got home when I did. I'd hate to have you shoot off without me. Oh, Tommy, let me hold it! It's so hard, so beautiful! Are you almost ready to shoot it?" She felt the heat and the throb, was conscious of the swelling hardness as she held her brother's erection. "Dare I jerk at it a little?"
"Yes. No. I mean, I won't come at the first pull. Let me lie down and point it at you. Let me see your sweet, wonderful little pussy. Can you take off your new panties?" His voice was thick, charged with eagerness and heat. Her hand was so smooth and warm. If it only had juice in it, like a cunt!
He watched her as she deftly removed the panties and held them out to him. He held them to his face, eyes closed, inhaling the crotch perfume that enriched them. "Geez, I wish we weren't kin," he said. "You'll never know how much I'd like to really stick it into you! Ooooh, sis, you feel so good inside!" and he gently inserted one finger into her pulsing depths as she sat, cross legged, unconsciously lifting her beautiful young butt to make it easy for him to get it into her.
"Oh, Tommy," she groaned, working her body up and down on his long finger. "Is it all right if I cum? Give me your hand! QUICK! OHHHH! OHHHH! IT'S CUMMING! OHHHH!"
He felt the slick, strong muscles close on him, and his cock throbbed in response. That marvelous warmth and slickness, that sweet juice bubbling out in the dark of his sister's pussy! How crazy-wonderful it would be to bury his aching cock in there, to feel his nerves go beyond the point of no return, to grit his teeth to hold back his scream of joy as his hot load burned its way up and out of his spurting cock.
The girl leaned down and kissed him. "It's all right to kiss that bad way," she said. "You know, with us sucking each other's tongues. We don't have to be scared to do it. There's a lot we could do that's all right that we've been scared to do."
The boy groaned. His lovely young face was taut with the strain of aching nuts, of a hard-on unappeased. "Don't talk so much, sis," he begged. "Oh, you feel so wonderful inside! Some day, I'm going to get hold of some girl that doesn't give a damn, or won't tell on me, and suck all that juice out of her! Ohh, baby! Just give it a real gentle stroke up and down!" He rolled his lean hips from side to side in ecstasy as his sister gently pulled the loose skin on his dick down to his bush of pubic hair, then brought it back so that it covered the shiny head, which she squeezed for a second.
"I wish you'd forget your conscience and do it to me," she said fiercely, her cunt again beginning to pour hot juice down the boy's working knuckles. "Oh, Tommy, darling! I'm going to cum again! Oh, it feels so hot! I'm bursting! Oh, baby! Your peter! It's so lovely! OHHH! OH, TOMMY! OH, BROTHER! OH-OH-OH-OH! OHHHH!"
The swelling and bursting heat and itch in her birth canal, the good feel as her youthful inner muscles slid up and down on Tommy's finger, caused her to increase the tempo of her hand on his cock. Also her pressure. She was looking at his prick with wide eyes, thinking it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, wishing she could open her mouth and go down on it, catching the sharp spurts of sweet, slick cum-juice as they flared out of it.
They were like one person. If they had been linked by the cock-and-cunt tether which makes man and woman as one, they could not have been much closer. The electricity of her pleasure ran from her inner cuntal nerves right through his fingers. He could feel the slippery strength of muscle, the flowing heat of her juice. His thumb pressed into the softly curled hair above her slit, his other fingers, his palm, knew the soft strength of her ass and buttocks and thighs. After they were done, they would lie pressed together, his wet and limbering prick against the whiteness and softness of his sister's belly. And he would lick every drop of this fragrant juice from his fingers.
He was in that marvelous dream world where reality is better than any dream. His balls were renewing themselves at the same time they were so fiercely emptying themselves. His cock was aching gloriously in throbbing hurts of richly beautiful pain, and the juice was flying into the air. But it wasn't falling on him! It wasn't hitting him in the face! Where was Rachel aiming it? He opened his eyes and closed them quickly. This was terrible! It was wonderful, but it was terrible, too! She was aiming it right at herself!
She had her dress pulled so high that her lovely titties showed. He was shooting his jism against them, against her belly, some of it even striking right at the entrance to her pussy! It was so beautiful that it seemed to make him cum longer, to cum more. But he was scared to death, so scared he dared not look.
When Rachel at last released her soft, tender grip on him, he opened one eye. His hand was no longer under her. Somehow, somewhere along the rich, unbelievable journey the two had taken, it had slipped out. He raised his hand to his lips, to his nose, to enjoy both the aroma and the delightful taste of female juice. But in a daze, he saw that Rachel, her face intent and happy, was using her finger to pick up every drop of his jism that she could reach.
He closed his eyes, his mind and heart a battlefield of old fears and new desires. I always suck up her cum-juice, he thought. I'm always wishing I had a girl I could really suck. Why can't sis have the same rights? The thought made him feel better, closer to her. If this was sin, and everything he had been taught made it deeply sinful, he could not help it. He was only a kid, but he knew that his urges were common to all men, and therefore natural. But masturbation was a sin, too. And this, whatever you called it, was just one hell of a lot more fun.
"Tommy, you saw what I was doing," Rachel said softly. "Don't be mad at me. It's not wrong to like that, uh, stuff. It's part of love, part of our love for each other. Don't you see that?"
He made a face of pain and resignation. "I guess, in a way, everything we do is wrong," he said. "But I just won't say that I'm sorry. You've been so good to me!"
He rolled against her and she went over on her back, her beautiful young legs flying up and apart. Without either of them intending it, his face was on her warm, smooth belly, his chin feeling the soft little curls of her cunt hair, his nostrils distended as he savored the lovely, rich smell of her young pussy.
"Other guys my age do these things all the time," he muttered, his lips on her soft skin. "With lots of girls. But I'm too scared even to open my mouth to them. To the girls, I mean."
His sister, tingling all over, the insides of her thighs warmed by the bulk and pressures of his body, put her hands on his head. If only he would move just a few inches and suck her down there! And if only he would let her take his penis in her mouth! How sweet it would be to hold that softness-over-hardness with her lips and tongue and cheeks, to press it against the roof of her mouth, to suck that thick, slick juice up out of his balls, to swallow his rich seed! But she knew he would never allow it.
"I'm glad I was here to help you, Tommy," she whispered, her hands unconsciously pushing his head lower, moving her body so that her warm, wet pussy got closer to his mouth. "And I'm glad you've been here to help me. We're both such cowardy-cats! It's so awful to have these feelings and be in the dark about what to do." She shivered. "Yes. In the dark. That's all we ever have been, or done. Father thinks that everything has to be done in the dark. Oh, Tommy!" and there was real pain in her voice, "we just have to find our way out! And I think I've found it!"
She suddenly humped her soft belly up, and raised her legs. It was perfect timing. His face slipped just enough, and her soft young cuntlips, opened by her position, legs in the air, ass pointing straight up, plastered themselves over his mouth. In spite of himself, he gave one mighty, sloppy, sucking kiss that sent her cuntal feelings soaring, but then he sat up, his face stern.
"You shouldn't have done that, Rachel," he said, but he ran his tongue around his lips to gather in all her sweet cunt dew. "We promised, remember? We'd only do what, well, what we've been used to doing." He dropped his eyes and blushed. "With our hands."
She was on her knees beside him, her loose old dress falling to cover her. She held his head against the softness of her breasts, and their warmth came to him through the thin old fabric. His hand moved under her, touching the wet and slippery surfaces of her inner lips. His young cock, so recently drained of its imperatively pressurized load of jism, fluttered with a returning itch of life.
The warmth in his dick pushed back some of the chill of conscience. "You're so good," he whispered. "I'll always love you."
She helped him put his cock back in his worn and faded Levi's, brushing it with her cheek. "I wish you'd let me kiss him," she said huskily. "I know you'd let another girl do it, if she asked you real nice, pretty please, with sugar on it." Her eyes were bright with mischief, and her brother laughed.
"You get me a girl, a real nice girl, who's willing to go all the way with me," he said, raising his hand in the Boy Scout salute, "and maybe I'll let you do that little thing."
She hugged him with pure rapture. "Oh, Tommy, that's my other surprise for you! My biggest surprise! I've got a lady-not just some little old snip of a girl, a grown up lady-who wants to help you just as bad as I do! And who needs you as bad as you need her! And never, never, never any chance of trouble!"