Chapter 3
Without realizing it, Eva James had crossed a threshold of life which is called maturity. As she had crossed the wide old hall, she had thought about many things, like the panoramic flash said to precede drowning. But her drowning was in the juices, the feelings, the fleshly contacts, the almost unbearable nerve-tearing beauties of sex.
She had a picture of her brother's cock in her mind that would never leave it. Its red head swollen, its angle eye opening, the long, hot, slick ropes of his rich seed shooting at her.
She shivered, remembering the richness, the slick, thick delight of his semen in her mouth. It made her swallow and stroke her aching breasts.
She thought of the many times she had had a finger, or two fingers, or a number of slender and solid objects in her sensitive young pussy. When she shopped for the family, she always checked certain vegetables. Bananas, of course, although they were too slick to give any real friction. And carrots, if they were very large. Zucchini, too, if they were small.
Both Zucchini and carrots were preferable to bananas, because they could be dropped into a basin full of very hot water, so that they took on the temperature of a human body without getting mushy.
And a large carrot, its pointed end chopped off and neatly rounded with a sharp paring knife, was lovely. It was tapered so that its big end would never get into her tight little fuck hole, no matter how juicy repeated orgasms made it, and its green top leaves were a convenient handle.
But on this day, she had lost her love for carrots.
A cock, made so cannily to fit a girl's snatch, with its hard core so sweetly covered by soft, thick skin, and tipped with a big red head that was satin smooth and tongue-soft, that was the only thing for her. Jodie's of course. How could she ever think of any other? Nevertheless, it was thrilling that the sight of her uncovered cunt had stopped her father dead in his tracks.
She opened the shower door and stepped into the stinging spray with Joe, and he turned a ghastly, pleading face toward her.
"No, no," he chattered. "Get out! You want to get me killed?"
He tried to shove her, but she slapped at his hands and said: "Shut up! You hear me, Jodie James? You just shut right up. And let's get this water a little hotter. No wonder you're shaking like a leaf!"
She reached around him and handled the valves, getting the water up to a beautifully soothing temperature, and reached for the soap.
"What's the matter with you, Jodie baby?" she asked softly, rubbing the smoothness of the soap around his shrunken dick. She kissed him on the chest, in spite of his shrinking away, and made up a nice lather around his cock and balls, in his rather sparse pubic hair. She felt for his cock, which had almost disappeared, crawling back into his belly, and, putting the soap in one of big hands, moved it down to her crotch, holding his wrist, making him soap her slick little split, moving his hand up and down until she was almost crazy with the slick, warm feel of it.
When she was about to cum, she held his hand with the soap in it hard against her clitoris, and fucked against it with an uncontrolled and unexpected expertise, holding onto his big body with her free arm, moaning and screaming.
The boy realized what was happening, and somehow, her message got through the wall of fear that had gripped him when their father had blundered up the stairs.
"Oh, Jodie! OHHHHH! That's so GOOD! OHHHH!! OH, MY GOODNESS! UUNNNHHH! UUNNNHHH!" And she held on to him, still fucking in a diminishing frenzy, but now with her legs spread over his firm, hairless thigh. She had her mouth open, kissing and sucking on his bare chest, and it was a wildly pleasant feeling to the boy. The shower sprayed his broad back with its warm water, and his cock, only a few minutes before no bigger than his thumbnail; was suddenly half hard, hanging out and down to brush against his sister's soft, water-smooth, soap-slicked flesh.
He had jerked off with soap as a lubricant so many times that the mere presence of soap and suds had an aphrodisiac effect on him and his cock and, although terror of parental wrath still burned in him, enjoyed a surging rush of free-wheeling sexuality. Gingerly at first, and then with real feeling, he held his sister against him, one hand on a soapy, tingling breast, feeling very manly as he realized he had made her cum again, however little he had had to do with it.
She smiled up at him. "Whew! That felt good!
And look at your peter! It's so nice and big! Hey, listen! Dad's gone to work. Said he'd be back at the usual time. That means six. Let's dry off and go in my room!" She quickly ran her soapy hand up and down on her brother's hardening dick, and this time was more careful not to let her fingers touch the head.
"I don't know, Eva," Joe said slowly and self-consciously as they were toweling each other off. "I sure feel good right now, but I can't forget how scared I was a while ago. Ooooh!" and he held one of her breasts and squeezed as his cock, so big for a boy his age, throbbed from inner heat. "Sometimes I can cum three or four times in an afternoon! I sure need something to get me off, or I'll have stone-ache for sure! But I'm scared!"
She pulled his head down and kissed him on the lips, wishing they both knew more about what they were trying to do, but having the same hot itch between the tender, thick flaps over her cunt as if she were twenty instead of thirteen.
"We've got to help each other, Jodie," she whispered. "I never did anything like this, either. I have a feeling we'll have to learn how, all by ourselves. And what can it hurt? Who's as close to me as you are? And who's as close to you as me?"
She had him bring his clothes along to her room, "just in case," as she said, and picked her own things up, too.
"And just so you won't worry," she giggled, "I'll call dad and make sure he's at the store. And that he's going to stay there."
She had a pretty pink telephone in her room, a gift from her dad and stepmother on her twelfth birthday, and she dialed the familiar number of James Hardware & Appliances.
"Hi, Harry," she said, "this is Eva. May I speak to dad?"
When her father answered, she said: "I forgot to ask you what you want for dinner tonight. We've got a lot of ham in the refrigerator, so I could make ham and scalloped potatoes the way you like 'em, with a little onion and a lot of cheese. Or would you rather pick up some chops or a steak?"
From where he poised on the bed beside his sister, Jodie could hear his father's heavy voice: "Gee, baby, I'm sorry! You know how I'd love that ham dish." He sounded contrite; he still had more than half that hard-on, and Mae Scully, the blonde at the Ocean Cafe, had waved at him as he pulled up in front of the store. Mae was a good lay, and she was willing to take five or six bucks, so a fellow didn't feel involved or obligated. "But I have to meet a prospect for a washer-dryer down here at seven. I'll grab a bite down here, okay?"
"Sure, daddy," Eva answered gravely, humping her sweet young ass up and down, winking at her grinning brother. "But when will you be home, or can't you guess?"
Now the tinny voice was brisk, confident. "Don't know for sure." he said. After all, sometimes, when she felt good and hot, Mae liked a second go-round, and she was a great one for sucking a guy's cock. Good as any pro, too. Give her a few drinks and a good fuck, and Mae would take your balls in her mouth, carefully and gently suck each of them until you were nearly out of your mind-well, no use in thinking of it as long as he was talking to his baby daughter.
"But listen, Eva," the big man said earnestly, "be sure and lock up tight, understand? With me not at home, I worry, see? So shoot the bolts, front and rear. I won't be gone so late that you and Joe will be asleep. I'll ring the bell and you can let me in."
Jodie should have been as bright and happy as she was, Eva felt. She reached out and took hold of his warm, smooth prick, and gave it a little series of soft, quick jerks, smiling up at him. Right now, she wouldn't have changed places with any woman in the world. They had both crossed an important Rubicon. Suddenly, her mouth seemed to fill with saliva as she thought of the taste, the light, funky smell of Jodie's semen.
"I want to suck you off, Jodie," she said hoarsely. "Thank goodness, we've got all the time in the world!"
She had her hand on her brother's cock, her tongue licking out at the thought of this great new adventure, but he sprang up and out of bed, his face working with emotion.
"You can't do that!" he cried in a hoarse voice. "I never said we'd do that!"
Eva looked at him in shock and disbelief. "You wanted me to help you," she accused. "We're both scared. I told you, I'm just as scared as you are. You said we'd help each other." She had tears of anger and rejection in her eyes. "All right, Mister Jodie James, you can just go ahead and beat off the rest of your life, for all I care. Get out of my room, hear?"
He jumped back on the bed, his young face sober. "Oh, please, baby," he begged. "I told you not to pay too much attention when I get jumpy. Anyhow, you're a girl. If dad caught us, uh, fooling around, he'd blame me, you know how that goes. And I'm scared of just thinking about you sucking me." He was shaking.
"Oh, all right, then, baby," Eva said, but not as scornfully as it sounded. Her wells of sex were flowing, she felt a wet spot on the bedspread under her pussy. "Come on, lie down by me, and at least we can look at each other's, uh things."
She flung herself on her side, her face toward his crotch, her own groin opposite her brother's face. "Ummmm, it really does look so clean and shiny," she said, holding his fat young cock gently in her soft hand. "Does it feel good when I do this?" She shook it in a short arc, watching the head come out from under the wrinkled, soft skin, then go back. At the same time, she blew her warm breath on it. "Look at me, too," she said crossly. "Pull my legs any way you want, so you can see it real good. If you're ever going to go out with girls-and I know you will, some day-you need to know where the good-feeling spots are." She felt the air hit the slick, warm wetness of her inner cunt lips as he lifted one of her legs. Too bad they had washed all the savor and smell away, first in the tub, then in the shower. She knew what she smelled and tasted like, when her dear little slick pussy was good and hot and unbathed. And she had smelled the delightful, arousing rankness when her dad had skinned his enormous dick while he took a pee for himself.
But apparently she still had some left. She heard Jodie groan in surprise and desire, and heard him say: "Golly, Sis, you sure do smell good." She felt his cheek on her thigh, felt a breath tickle the inflamed surfaces of her blood-heated labia. Why, why didn't he just plunge in, why didn't he stick his mouth down on her clit, his tongue in her tight little cunt hole?
She felt one of his hands fumble between them, and then, oh gorgeous feeling! He was squeezing one of her soft, girlishly firm breasts so hard that she leaped.
"Oh, thank you, Jodie!" she cried. "Oh, baby, that felt so good!"
He answered in a choked voice: "I never knew anything could be so pretty, Sis. Or so alive. You know what happened? When I mashed your titty, your cunt moved. I mean it! It moved. The inside part."
Oh, lick it, she thought miserably. Please, Joe! Lick it! Or I'll go out of my mind! Aloud, she gasped, "It's so clean, Jodie, you might just kiss it, real easy. It won't bite you," she joked weakly, knowing that she wished it could swallow him whole.
She thought she had blown it, for he moved his head back, but apparently it was only so he could see it again, and aim right, for she suddenly felt the most wonderful thrill a girl can have-the very first time a fellow starts to suck her cunt.
She felt his cock grow harder and harder in her hand, and felt it start to throb. But she was so involved in the fiery sensations in her cunt that she was only dimly conscious of anything else. He must have gotten right over her hole, and he must be sucking very hard. It felt as if she were turning inside out, it felt as if every hotly inflamed cunt nerve was rasping on another just like it as the walls of her vagina came together under his heavy suction.
"Ohhhh," she moaned softly, fucking back and forth, hoping he would shove his tongue inside her. "Unnnhhh! Unnnhhh!" She was writhing in the beginning of an orgasm, and she tried to count how many she had, but could not. "OH, JODIE!" she cried in a harsh, hungry tone. "OH, JODIE! YOU'RE SUCKING MY CUNT! OHHH! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUUUMMMMIIINNNGGGG!"
In the excitement, with her entire body helping pour out her feelings, her release, her juice, she got her soft, strong thighs around her brother's face and was holding him tightly against her spasming young cunt. She knew that girls don't "shoot off" as she had heard fellows do. Nonetheless, she felt such contractions of wet and sloppy heat that it seemed as if she would pour out a bucketful of her clear, sweet cunt nectar.
As the heat waned in throbbing recession, she opened her eyes. There, immediately in front of her moaning mouth, was that lovely, hard peter, with a few drops of juice as clear as her own leaking from its little slit. She touched it with her tongue tip, and her inner heat flared again. It looked different, but it had the same delicate flavor as that richer, thicker juice which had shot out all over her in the tub, less than an hour ago.
This time, she had sense enough not to ask. She simply opened her mouth and went down on the hard organ, closing her lips over it, letting her flow of saliva slicken it so her lips didn't drag. She went down on it so hard that it struck her throat a stretching blow, but she enjoyed it. I'II always do that, she made a mental note. J love that kind of hurting!
She pulled away, sucking hard, then slowing down, wrapping her tongue around it, really trying to feel and taste every least little thing about it that made it seem so sweet and nice and loving. She wanted to ask: "How does that feel, Jodie?" but she had the knowledge of his hands clasped in her hair, and he sure as hell wasn't trying to pull her off of it. So it must be feeling super.
She moved down on it again, feeling hotter inside and, at the same time, more confident than ever before. She would make it cum, she would feel it swell up and throb, and then that little slit would open and that incredibly rich, thick juice would come spurting into her throat.
As she thought of those two accidental blasts that had splattered against her tonsils a while ago, she unconsciously tightened her throat muscles, and felt Joe's hands clutch in her hair, then heard him moan: "Oh, Evie, you're so sweet! That feels so good!"
She felt around and found his hand and brought it to her throbbing titty, groaning in deepest pleasure as the pang of his rough squeeze shot through her. She would have to explain to him, later, how a girl's breasts were connected with her twat, how a fellow could really get a girl going by squeezing her boobs. Meanwhile, she had a new idea, a new thought for her pleasure and Jodie's.
She stuck her tongue out, slick and covered with saliva, and by pulling at him, he began to fuck into her mouth, over her tongue, making it a much longer, slicker hole to fuck into than if it was just from the lips on in.
"I don't know what you're doing, sis, but it sure feels good," her kid brother gasped, and she felt pride in her discovery. She wondered how in the world he could wait so long to cum, and then had a shocking thought-he had probably jerked off in the shower, while she was showing her old daddy her pussy.
She knew that the head was the tenderest part, so she suddenly moved back, just holding the head between her strong lips, as if she were sucking a ripe plum. For a few seconds, she moved her lips up and down on the head, touching it with her tongue, licking on the underside of it, and then she felt him rise from the bed as if he were having a seizure, and he cried: "OH, GOD! OH, GOD! I'M CUMMING!"
Now he did try to pry her off, but she had him around his lean butt, hanging on like a leech, and for good measure, she opened her warm, sticky thighs again and enveloped his face. At once he stopped resisting, and she felt his hungry mouth again, chewing softly on the raging cunt that was ready to shoot its own wad again. She felt the heat of semen blast into her mouth, and let it swell her cheeks, slowly slipping a few drops back over her taste buds and down her throat. There was a lot of it. Some of it was leaking out around his plunging cock. He was really fucking into her mouth, now, into her throat, and she did not have to go down on it at all, just let him shoot it into her throat as it plunged in and she swallowed. She felt his body, warm against her own, and knew the triumph of mastering a new experience that was psychological as well as physical. His juice! His cum! The darling, slick, salty jism out of his taut young balls! It was so sweet, so unbelievably dear! In that moment, she loved the three girls who had made her aware of all this. Who had, if you got right down to it, made it happen. And all this time, her heart and her lips and her tongue were devoted to sucking every last drop out of him. And of, as if she were a spectator, enjoying the softer, sweeter orgasm that was bubbling out of her slick, tenderized cunt as Jodie licked at her, tried to suck her all the way in.
She felt wet all over her bottom, all between the sweet globes of her ass as she finally stopped running her tongue over the shuddering head of Joe's cock, and he let his face come away from between her legs. She knew it was part sweat, part Jodie's spit, and part her cum juice, and it felt heavenly. As she thought of it, Jodie put his hand right in there, right between her ass cheeks, pressing in and sawing up and down. He was rubbing at such tenderness of nerves that she let out a scream of joy, "OH, GOODNESS, JODIE BABY!" and clamped her thighs, her ass, together as hard as she could.
He had touched her asshole, too, she knew, because there was a different feeling, a gut-deep pang that was like a joyful pain, if a person could imagine such a thing.
She saw that she had leaked out quite a bit of her brother's seed during the wildness when she was going down on him so hard, and he was fucking her throat the same way a guy would fuck a girl's cunt. There were some big, opaque drops hanging in his pubic hair, and a couple of long, sticky strands of it on his thighs.
She sucked in the goodness and richness of the stray drops, and then, giggling, swerved her open lips and sweeping tongue up and down to take in the strands. It was so close to his balls that she opened her mouth real wide, and very gently sucked them into the warmth of her mouth.
If Joe noticed, he did not say anything, just moaned in a happy fashion, and rubbed his mouth up and down her slit. He must be getting a mouthful, himself, Eva thought, enjoying the live, smooth feeling of his hairless young ball sac. And, in some very strange way that made her young vagina writhe and made her saliva flow, she remembered her dad's big cock, and all that hair sticking out around it. Oh, God! What balls he must have!"
She licked between Jodie's thighs a lot, after she had let his balls go. Her cunt felt wide open, wet and slick and warm, but for a wonder, it seemed fulfilled. At least for now. When Jodie pulled away and rolled on his back, she swiveled around so she could kiss him on the mouth.
His face was sticky and sweet from the flow that he had sucked out of her pussy. It was mild, much milder than it would have been if she had not had the bath. "Did you like it, Jodie?" she asked softly. "Did you like me sucking your peter?"
He threw his strong arms around her and sobbed: "Oh, yess! Oh, Evie, it was so beautiful! I'm glad you made me do it! Oh, am I ever glad! And eating your pussy, that's the lovingest thing I ever did!"
She saw that he had tears in his eyes, and she whispered: "That's why you don't ever need to beat off again, Jodie. Not ever! Sis will suck you any time. Or I'll just hold it in my hand and shoot it off. Like a Roman candle at Fourth of July," she laughed. "Wow! If I didn't like it so well in my throat, I'd love to have it shoot all over my boobs! You've got no idea how good that felt!"
She sat up. "WeVe got a ton of time, Jodie. But I want to fix you a real nice dinner. I'll make that scalloped-potato thing, after all. We both love it, and maybe dadll get home in time to eat some of it himself!"
She rolled off the bed, delighting in the grown-up feeling of having sucked a man's peter, of having had a man suck her juicy, responsive, sweetly aching cunt. Her breasts felt so full of heat and fuck-fire that she held them in her hands, looking at them, at herself, in the vanity mirror. "Jodie," she said, "they're bigger! Just in this short a time. I know they're bigger!"
He came and stood by her, hugging her, rubbing his still wet cock against her hip. He leaned down and sucked in one of the hard nipples cresting the firm cone. His cock felt warmer, and he put one hand between her legs from the rear, slipping a finger into his sister's fuck hole, the first time he had ever done such a thing.
"Better watch it," Eva laughed huskily. "Or we'll never get fed."
They put on the fewest possible clothes, since it was warm from the late afternoon sun. Jodie helped as much as he could, but, when Eva once more mentioned fixing enough for dad, he laughed.
"You don't know so much about Dad, do you?" he teased.
Eva looked puzzled. "I don't know what you mean," she said.
"I think dad's got some pussy lined up," he said. "Wasn't he going to stay home and send me to the store? Then, all of a sudden, he leaves. Next thing you know, he's not going to come home until later. That reads out like he's got something hot lined up." He laughed.
Eva shook her head. "He's thirty-seven," she said. "Does a guy that old-does he still, you know, want it?"
"You better believe it," Jodie assured her. "Geez, sis, how can you be so dumb? Guys like seventy years old want it. And get it, too." He felt of his own prick. "I could do it again before he gets home," he said. "Wow! That was nice. Sorry I was so scared."
His sister looked at him tenderly.
"You're doing all right," she said. She thought about the size of their father's cock. It made her shiver. She had been feeling very good, comfortable and warm between her legs. But now, all of a sudden, her pussy felt hot and swollen. I have a lot to learn, she told herself humbly. But I wish I knew more to tell Jodie, more to help him with.
When she was through with the one-dish meal, Eva put the kitchen stove's oven clock on a time an hour later and set it at three hundred degrees. "Won't boil over," she said, "while we're upstairs. Talking."
Jodie seemed more confident. He cupped her firm little buttock with one big hand, and squeezed. It made her cunt feel as if it were hanging open, just for a second. It felt good. Eva turned and hugged him, putting her face against his bare chest.
"Jodie," she asked tensely, "would you stick it in me if I asked you? They say it's a hundred times better than beating yourself off. And I've heard girls say that their guys like it twice as good as a blow job." Her cheeks were flushed, her breasts seemed to be so tight and full that they ached. "Would you, Jodie?"
The boy tensed. She felt his peter, standing hard between them, begin to go down. "I thought you said you just wanted to talk," he said defensively.
She put her hand on his cock, still large but no longer hard. It was crazy. The least little thing scared him soft. Still, she knew the feel of his cock in her mouth, the taste of his cum goo on her taste buds. That was a lot more than she had expected, an hour ago.
She gave his tool a friendly squeeze. "Don't get scared, little brother," she said teasingly. "That's just one of the things I wanted to talk about."
They ran upstairs, laughing, and fell on Eva's bed together.
"It's better in here," she said. "Dad always looks in your room without knocking. He never looks in mine, just knocks and asks if I'm all right."
Jodie shivered. "If he ever did look in here and find us doing what we we're doing," he said, "he wouldn't have to kill me. I'd die, just from fright."
His sister caressed his young dick, pulling the skin back off its somewhat shriveled head, pressing the little eye open. There was a drop of slick, clear fluid there, and she leaned down and put the tip of her tongue on it. She felt a hard spasm of cum-pain in her cunt, far up in the dark near her juvenile womb. "Oooh, Jodie," she whispered, "this has been some day, hasn't it?" Without another word, she leaned across his bare belly, licking her lips all around before taking his hard young prick in her mouth. The feeling of being about to cum persisted. And there was a nice thing. New, and sort of what she had been thinking of.
They had sweat a great deal during their wild session on this very bed. And both of them had gone to the bathroom before they went downstairs. Jodie had let his sister hold his cock and aim it while he urinated. Now there was a new taste, a sharper flavor to her brother's sweet, throbbing peter. The male rankness of sweat under a foreskin. The acrid bite of a leftover drop of piss.