lightly aside and continued her teasing.
'What's the matter with the boys in this house anyway? Just the other day I caught him jacking off on the toilet seat. He was awfully embarrassed. Of course he's only nineteen. But you're old enough to know better,' she smiled.
'Cut the fuckin' crap, Sherry! Get the hell out!'
Randy touted.
'When I'm ready, darling I hate to see my big brother so frustrated. Isn't your love-life going with Randy? Don't you have enough girls to fuck? Do you have to take it out on your bed?' she continued mercilessly, her wicked little comments driving him nuts.
'Get out of here or I'm gonna break your fuckin' neck!' he growled, trying to sound like a bear but feeling weak inside.
'When I'm ready,' she said softly, not at all cowed by his show of strength, knowing that she had him in an impossible position.
'Have a heart, Sherry!' Randy pleaded, his nuts still aching terribly from his interrupted masturbation.
'You really are frustrated, aren't you? And I thought Lisa would keep you pretty busy. Oh well, boys will be boys,' she breathed mysteriously. 'I'll leave you to your own devices, or vices, as the case may be. Have fun, Big Brother,' she said, turning and tiding out of the room without another word, leaving her brother more confused and embarrassed than even
Randy roiled over in bed and sighed deeply. He bad almost expected Sherry to mention Lisa's name sooner or later, although not in such an embarrassing situation. He had expected Sherry to find out eventually about his activities with Lisa, from herself. He had gathered by now that she and Lisa knew each other perfectly and kept no secrets. It still bothered him that Lisa had mentioned Sherry's name just before she had
climaxed wildly during their first fuck that night in his van. She had said that Sherry had been right. Right about what? Right that Lisa would enjoy fucking with him? The memory of that night lingered like the scent of some exotic flower. He wondered now what the relationship really was between Lisa and his sister.
Lisa hadn't talked much that night, hadn't talked much about his sister at any rate. She hadn't even indicated that she knew Sherry, and Randy hadn't had the nerve to push the subject. He had fucked her half a dozen times that night, enjoying each fuck more than the last. She had participated freely and had thrown all her considerable sexual energy into the night of abandoned fucking and sucking. They had slept in the van that night, totally exhausted and completely fucked out. But in the morning Lisa had seemed as mysterious and aloof as she had before Randy had sunk his cock into her. She sure was a strange chick, he thought. When he thought of the possibility that Lisa had given his sister a blow-by-blow description of their night of hot sex he felt slightly dizzy. That would be too much, just too much! And yet he feared the wont.
'Might as well whack it off,' he said aloud to himself.
He threw off his sheet and began stroking his hard cock until his nuts were ready to send shot after shot of cum flying all over his bed. He sure was glad that Sherry didn't know that he had been dreaming about her. He closed his eyes and tried to summon back the images of his dream. He was
almost feeling Sherry's eager lips working his cock again when he heard a knock at the door.
'It's Mike!' a young voice said outside the door. 'Can I come in, Randy?'
'Might a well, damn it! Everybody in the fuckin' house's been in here this fuckin' morning!' Randy growled. His eighteen-year old brother walked in just a the cum wont tooting from the head of Randy's bulging cock. Randy gripped his dick-shaft hard and kept pumping himself long after they had stopped flying.
'Hey, man, quit jackin' off and get downstairs! We're all going to Uncle Bill's farm today and every body's waitin' for you. You done yet?' Mike said, watching his brother beat off.
'Oh I've got a lot on my mind, man. Yeah, I forgot all about it. Fuck! Okay, okay, you tell every body Ill be down in a few minutes. Gotta wipe some of this goddamn cum off the sheets. Wouldn't want to embarrass Mom when she goes to wash this stuff!' Randy snickered at his ginning younger brother.
'Better hurry up, Randy. We were supposed to leave at eight. It's a long drive. It's almost ten already,' Mike said, turning and leaving the room,
leaving Randy with a new set of problems.
Spending the weekend at Uncle Bill's farm always meant lots of time with Sherry in the fresh air of the country. And at the moment lots of time with his beautiful sister was something he wasn't sure he could take without going crazy. Just the
thought of seeing her in those light summer frocks she always wore at Uncle Bill's, with the country breeze billowing her skirt, caressing her lightly tanned legs, tossing her hair, was enough to make his so recently evacuated balls begin to stir again. Being out in the country miles away from the nearest neighbor always seemed to bring out the best, and the worst, in Sherry. She always seemed to burst into bloom like some wind-blown country flower when they visited Uncle Bill's. And she always seemed to be at her devilish worst, flaunting her considerable feminine charms in the most carefree ways imaginable, knowing that whatever she did in the country would be considered perfectly healthy and natural in the summer sun. She had gotten so naughty in the past few months that Randy almost dreaded their monthly visits to the farm.
When he thought of her shedding her clothes and running barefoot, and bare-assed, over the grassy hill that overlooked the weather-beaten old barn that had sewed for years as their secret playground, Randy felt a stirring in his balls that was undeniable and uncontrollable. How he would react now if she tried anything like that was anybody's guess. He could only hope for the best, could only hope that she knew better than to display her cunt for him so temptingly. But poor Randy was to discover soon enough that things were not to be made that easy for him this time.
After cleaning his bed up a bit, Randy pulled on his shorts and started to head downstairs for breakfast. He had second thoughts at the top of
the stairs, realizing that in his present horny state anything that could cause an embarrassing hard-on to pole out in front of him at anytime.He tiptoed back into his room and dressed completely, something no one in the Mitchell house bothered to do in the morning. He hoped it wouldn't too out of place at the breakfast table.
On this particular morning Randy was spared not only the embarrassment of feeling out of place at breakfast but also the breakfast itself. By the time he had finished his masturbation and dressing, everyone was dressed and scurrying about pr paring for the trip. Randy participated halfheartedly in the preparations, trying to avoid Sherry's eyes all the while. The family station wagon filled up as if by magic until it seemed that not another piece of trip paraphernalia would fit, let alone eighteen-year old Cindy or eighteen-year-old Ellie, who, by virtue of their tender ages, were to share the back of the vehicle with eighteen-year-old Mike, eighteen-year-old Ricky and Arnold, the family hound. John and Sally Mitchell bad on their faces the patient smiles of parents about to suffer the joys of a pleasant hip to the country.
'Aren't you taking any trunks, Randy?' Sherry asked with a peculiar smile, making a last minute check of her weekender. 'We always have a few swims at Uncle Bill's. Oh well, no need of this I suppose,' she smiled, removing a flimsy bikini from her suitcase and tossing it carelessly behind her, giving her elder brother a dirty little wink and snapping the case.
Randy's shock — a bit when she revealed her
intention to swim in the raw at the old swimming hole. His heart was to sink even more when she revealed another bit of information.
'Don't forget to stop by Lisa's house, Daddy!' Sherry said when everyone was crowded into the station wagon.
'L–Lisa's house? What about Lisa?' Randy almost shouted, sitting up straight in the backseat, feeling as if someone had just kicked him in the balls.
'Of course, Randy. Didn't Sherry tell you? She's invited Lisa Darnell to spend the weekend with us at Uncle Bill's. Do you know Lisa, Randy?' Sally Mitchell smiled at her son.
'Uh…sure…yeah…I know her… Randy struggled, unable to believe the nerve of his sister.
'Yes, Mother, Randy knows her,' Sherry whispered wickedly. 'Randy knows her very well. Isn't that right, Big Brother?' she smiled at him.
Randy muttered something under his breath and turned away from his sexy sister. He felt like strangling the little tease.
'Did you say something, Randy?' Sherry asked, putting her hand to her ear playfully.
