that she would never tire of being fucked by a boy.
'Brenda, let me be your boy and fuck you,' John said impulsively, and she smiled at him, and then dropped to her knees as Fred took the boys outside again.
John crouched to admire his partner from behind, and then he gave a growl. Jenny felt a fresh surge of arousal in her little pussy as she watched her brother playing the boy role, then he was mounted on Brenda's beautiful ass, humping in midair until his cock found her cunt and he jabbed it into her, finding her as hot and wet as he had expected.
He fucked as fast as he could, though it still was not as fast as the boys had done, and while he humped her, he alternately panted and growled. He loved the game, and vowed he would play it often in the future.
Because he had gone off so shortly before, John was able to enjoy a long ride on Brenda's satiny ass, so long that he triggered a lovely orgasm for her, and while it rocked her body, he remained pressed tightly against her ass. When it was over, he resumed his humping, and heard Brenda pant that he was as good and as exciting as a real boy. He sensed that she was flattering him, but that didn't matter. Nothing mattered when he felt the charge building strongly in his loins, then he was jerking on her lovely white ass as he pumped his hot boy jism strongly into his beautiful, silken-skinned bitch, and their sighs mingled in the otherwise quiet room.
CHAPTER SIX
The twins developed beautifully in every aspect. They passed their high school finals with excellent marks, and decided against going on to college. John's physical development made him laugh when he thought of how he had once wanted to be a jockey. At nineteen, he stood just over six feet and weighed a solid one seventy-five. He enjoyed plenty of exercise around the farm, in addition to the bedroom variety, so that he looked like an athlete, in perfect condition.
Jenny had done a beautiful job of growing up too. She stood five-ten and had a magnificent figure. Her tits had developed to the point where they required a thirty-eight C bra to contain them, though their firmness was such that they required no support. Like her brother, she retained the perfectly silken skin they'd had in childhood. John wished his skin were not so perfect, but Jenny was delighted with it.
Usually, Jenny and John slept together in one room, while Cyril and Greta slept in another. Once a week or so, they would change partners for a night. There had been a time when Jenny had sex with her brother only because she felt it was the thing to do, but as John developed into manhood, he became every bit as thrilling a partner as her uncle, with the added advantage that he could get his cock up and off much more frequently, and it wasn't unusual for him to get off four or five charges a day, every one of them first class.
John became more and more devoted to farming and horse breeding, so much so that he took much of the work off his uncle's hands. Jenny, the better student, found no such interests to occupy her time, so that beyond sex and reading, she had little to do and too much time to think and to feel restless, as though she should be doing something. When it was time for a sex session, she was all for it, but between sessions she was frequently bored, and in those times, she was rarely her old, bright, smiling self.
'I think,' Cyril told Greta one afternoon when they were alone in the house, 'that when she reaches twenty and gets her hands on that money, she's going to leave here and go to live with her Uncle Dwight and Eva.'
'You sound concerned, dear,' Greta told him. 'Sure, she's a nice little package of meat and all that, but life will go on without her. If you want a young playmate, I'm sure we can find you one.'
'Damn it, Greta, it isn't that. She could be easy picking for Dwight.'
'Are you worried about her money or jealous that he'll get into her panties?' Greta asked teasingly.
'Don't be silly. He may be my brother, but that doesn't mean I have to like him. I'd just hate to see him clean her out. He doesn't deserve it.'
'Let's let it drop, dear,' Greta said. 'If Jenny decides to leave, she'll leave. There's really nothing we can do about it, so let's not worry. You can be sure John won't want to leave.'
'I know that and I'm glad. He's turned into a damn fine young man. Still, if she does leave us, I'd sure like to get up that tight little ass of hem first.'
'She does have a funny thing about not wanting that, doesn't she?'
'It's not so funny to me. She's been stalling me for years. If I find out she's really leaving, I can promise you she won't get out of here without getting that beautiful ass well fucked,' Cyril said with feeling, and the urge became so strong to ass-fuck his niece that he knew it was going to happen soon, even if it took the form of back door rape.
Although he couldn't be sure of it, Jenny was very definite on the matter in her own mind. She saw it as being wrong that Cyril enjoyed a life of luxury, giving nothing to society, while her Uncle Dwight, who had so little, gave so much of his time and energy to advance causes in which he believed, causes related to the poor and the oppressed. She had spent a week with her uncle and his family and liked all of them.
Her twentieth birthday was still four months away, and until then, she planned on keeping her thoughts to herself, not even sharing them with her brother, but then fate stepped in and took a hand, again in the form of death.
Word was received that Dwight had been killed in a traffic accident. For Jenny, even greater a tragedy than his death was the fact that Aunt Eva had two young boys and little money to cope. When she suggested to Cyril that he offer financial help, he was adamant in his refusal. They were not his responsibility and that was that. He refused to even discuss it with her.
Along with Jenny and John, Cyril drove to the city where his brother had lived. When they met the widow, an attractive woman in her thirties, Jenny was shocked by his patronizing attitude, which she knew to be totally insincere. Whether for that reason or not, Jenny took an instant liking to the woman, and sensed it was returned in full measure.
The house was a modest one and not well furnished, but it was neat and clean. Since Eva's children were boys of eighteen and eighteen, Jenny guessed that she did all the work herself.
After the funeral, Cyril complained that he was not feeling well and returned to the hotel. John went with him, but Jenny went to the house with her aunt and the children. When the boys went to their room, Jenny and her aunt had a chance to talk, and they took advantage of it, Eva doing most of the talking.
Soon, words were pouring from her, words which told of an unhappy marriage and home life, of a husband who devoted all his time and energy to causes and ignored his wife and children.
'They didn't even cry when they heard he was dead,' Eva said.
'Did you?' Jenny asked.
'Na. I was shocked, I suppose, but there were no tears. I guess I used them all up during those lonely nights when I hungered for what every wife has the right to expect.'
'What are you going to do now?'
'I'll get a job. I have a feeling that my life will be better, once I get things worked out. For one thing,' she added with a brave little smile, 'I'm not going to waste time feeling sorry for myself.'
'Good for you. Is there going to be another man?'
'I doubt that very much. In learning to look after my needs by myself, I suppose I've turned off men.'
'You're too young for that, Aunt Eva. You also seem to have a great figure. I'm sure there will be offers and some of them will look better than your index finger.'
Eva laughed at that. 'You're not a virgin, are you, Jenny?'
'No. I've experienced a lot of things and enjoyed them all.'
'That's isn't surprising, considering that you're living with him. How old were you when you started?'
'Eighteen. Are you horrified?'
'No, you know I'm not.'
'The first night, we watched through the key hole. They played and sucked and fucked. It was terribly exciting. John and I went back to my room after that. We took our clothes off and played. After that, Greta seduced John and then me. It was wild. It's been an orgy for seven years. Have you ever been fucked by a boy, Eva?'
'My God! You make me feel like, an innocent little girl, and I'm your aunt. No, I've never been fucked by a boy. I've never made out with a woman either. How is it?'
