her drippy, slippery heat. The teasing trickle against her clit was making her half crazy. She gave in for a few moments, growling and plunging her bottom so that the sensitive nubbin would rub back and forth against that firm bulge of prickflesh. Her uncle felt the slick friction too and grabbed her ass with both hands as he moaned with pleasure.
'It would be so good, baby,' he breathed, wetting her neck, her chin, her lips. She kissed him back, her heart pounding. She was writhing, half crazed with the desire to let him do exactly what he wanted. There on that big brass bed in her father's store. Brenda felt as if she were dangling over an abyss. She had to make the decision. The phone made it for her. It jangled loudly, making both of them jerk.
'It's your old man,' Wade said after he hung up. 'He's coming down to help me unload the new stuff.' Brenda felt both relief and disappointment.
Her pussy surged hotly.
'I guess I should have answered. I could have told him you'd stepped out.'
Wade came back and sat on the edge of the bed. His cock was still very long and hard. Brenda couldn't seem to keep her eyes off it. It was the first cock she'd ever really had a good look at.
'I've got to see you again alone,' Wade said, wrapping his fingers in her long hair, bringing her lips up against his. As she kissed him Brenda felt the hunger still burning hotly inside her. Instinctively she reached a hand out and grabbed his erect cock. As he continued to kiss her she squeezed and pulled at the rigid thing. She didn't know what she was doing. She didn't have any goal in mind. But she enjoyed this new intimacy she'd never known with any man before. She tugged harder, sliding the skin up and down the hard prickshaft.
Wade groaned and began to breathe faster. He kissed the side of her face as she gazed down at the thing she was playing with. Her fingers were sliding up and down with a steady rhythm now. She'd gotten into that particular way of rubbing him because of how it excited him. His groans and gasps seemed to guide her technique until now her hand was flying, whipping up and down with a jerking motion that made the glans of Wade's cock grow dark and angry looking. It was bigger too! And it seemed to pulse with a beat of its own.
'Uhhnnn, Brenda honey, yeah, don't stop!' He held her shoulders with both hands and she heard the strained way he was breathing. His teeth ground together and his eyes rolled back in his head. She was enthralled by it all. Here she was, a wallflower at twenty-one and actually exciting a man. He moved his hips around as she jacked him more furiously than before. He was panting, trembling all over. Brenda's blood boiled. She had his excitement in that one hand. She had control of the situation completely. He was begging her to keep going. He was dying with pleasure. She tightened her fingers under the swollen glans and moved slower.
Wade fell back on the bed, his hips see-sawing as she stared amazed at that engorged chunk of meat she was strangling. She tried to imagine it getting that big while it was inside her. It seemed too big to go into any girl, much less her virgin cunt hole.
'Uhhh! Uhnnnnn! Baby, here it comes!'
These words made the hair stand at the nape of her neck. She watched the heaving of his belly. She saw the muscles stand out in his thighs. And then his cock jumped in her hand as she continued to give it short, quick strokes. A bubble of white fluid appeared at the tiny orifice. Then a spout of cream leaped into the air and fell across her wrist. It was hot! Wade groaned loudly and curled his fingers in the material of her gown. She kept pumping and another glop of jizm boiled out like a tiny geyser. The thick, slick stuff oozed down over her fingers. It had a sharp smell but Brenda didn't find it displeasing. She was thrilled, pussy damp and panting, to watch what was happening. She'd never known that a man reached climax quite like that! It seemed so mysterious and sexy to watch his sap flowing out. To be actually milking the potent cream from his balls!
'Honey! Ohhh Christ Brenda honey, look what you're doing to me.' Wade writhed around as she continued to jack him off. Yes, that was what they called it. And just to think of the words made Brenda that much more excited. She continued to move the skin of his cockshaft until no more cum spurted out. She kept hold of him though, enjoying the pulsing of his cock, watching him melt in her grasp. Wade finally caught his breath and pushed himself up on an elbow.
'Here's a handkerchief darling, you'd better clean that up. I'll get my clothes on. If my brother smells cum, he'd shoot me like a dog in the street.'
'He wouldn't dare,' Brenda murmured, looking at him with affection. Wade kissed her mouth. She felt swollen and ready. She would have fucked him right there. Or would she have? Her mind spun with the new ideas, the new emotions she felt.
'I'm gonna make it good for you next time,' Wade promised, hugging her shoulders. He got the hanky from her and helped her sop up the drippy string of his jizm. Then Brenda put her old clothes back on. She hid the damp black gown in the back of the shop so she could wash it later and return it to the rack. Wade was already outside taking the canvas tarp from the back of his pickup. Brenda watched the movement of his body and shook her head. He was younger than his brother, her father, but Wade was still a lot older than she was.
'And he's beautiful. He's absolutely beautiful.' She knew that she should be embarrassed and ashamed at what had occurred. But she wasn't. She was proud to have been touched by Wade. He thought she was pretty. He'd said so.
Inside her baggy workday clothes her body felt different than it ever had before. She could feel the curves of her hips touching the rough seams of her jeans. She could feel her breasts rubbing the inside of her old shirt. She'd left her bra off so she'd experience this, left off her panties too. They were hidden with the gown in the drawer of a filing cabinet where her father never looked. When she saw him pull up in front, Brenda looked longingly at the brass bed where her Uncle Wade had hugged and kissed her.
'I'll never be the same,' she sighed, rubbing a hand down between her jeaned thighs. 'Never never, ever!'
CHAPTER THREE
'Of course you can't go out with Gil Blake. You know how I feel about boys your age. They're all after the same thing. And I'm not going to let them get it from one of my daughters.'
Annie wanted to hit her father. She wanted to strangle him. She did neither. Keeping her voice cool she smiled and touched his arm with her fingers.
'But Daddy, there's a big hayride planned. Everybody's going. Just everybody!' Annie made her voice even softer. 'And I've been helping at the store a lot lately.' Her father put down his pen and pushed fingers though his hair. He had the stem, square jaw of a preacher. Annie wondered how hateful he might have been if he'd chosen that profession instead of the antique business.
'Can't you just go alone?'
'On a hayride?' she whined. 'Everybody goes with a date. Ohhhh Daddy, please let me go.'
'Maybe if I could pick who you went with?'
'What's wrong with Gil?'
Her father slammed his ledger and glared at her. 'I told you why. I don't want to hear anything more about Gil Blake.' He scratched his nose as if thinking. 'I can see how you want to go though. And you have been good about helping me. I guess Jerry could take you.'
'Jerry?' Annie tired not to show her anguish. 'Jerry Maxwell, my own cousin?'
'Your first cousin too,' her father added. 'Not one of those kissing cousins.' He looked at her hard as if making sure she understood about kinship lines and all the taboos that went along with theme Annie wanted to cry. Jerry was such a dud. He was really out of it. And they were always uncomfortable around each other.
'Jerry I could trust to see that you got in on time. He wouldn't be running around all over town with you after the hayride was over. I know about kids, don't think I don't.'
'But Jerry isn't even as old as I am,' Annie whined.
'Your birthdays are within a month of each other.' Her father stood up. 'Listen, young lady if you want to go on that hayride you'll go with your cousin or not at all.'
'Jerry'll be just fine,' Annie said quickly, stepping back nervously. 'Really Daddy. I appreciate you letting me go.'
'I'm going to be gone today. I want you to come to the shop after school and take over for your sister. She
