fabric of his jeans.
Giving a frenzied twist, Millie finally dislodged her mouth from Pete's. She gasped and was about to scream, but then she realized it would cause a fuss. Danny would find out. Maybe he wouldn't understand.
'Stop it!' she hissed at Pete, breathing hard and straining against him in an effort to break his hold.
He answered with a passionate groan against her sweet, soft neck, and his lascivious fingers clawed at the elastic top of her panties, grasping the thin band and pulling it down at the back.
Cool air touched the girl's exposed buttocks, followed by Pete's work-roughened hand as he stroked across her rear crack, spanning both satiny cheeks and squeezing them together.
'Oh, God!' Millie exclaimed as her hips heaved spastically, her mound grinding against Pete's hard-on.
He caught her mouth again, once more filling it with his tongue. She couldn't think. The strength seemed to be draining from her body. Her loins had turned into an inferno.
Pete pulled her pants down, slithering the elastic and nylon along her hot thighs. He left the briefs wound like a silken rope around her knees and pressed her onto her back. Millie gasped as her bare ass sank into the thick, tickling lawn. Pete placed his hand on her hairy mound, and the strongest blast yet went through her.
But her mind kept shrieking against the outrage. Her sense of degradation was joined by a mind-boggling fear. She had never believed a man could rape her; she would always be able to keep her legs together and fight him off, she had assumed. But she was no longer certain of her ability to resist. Something was working inside her to make her give in, even though she loathed Pete.
He jammed his hand down between her thighs, forcing them as far apart as the panties around her knees would permit. He stroked her soft, hairy cunt. Blast after blast of hot excitement coursed through her.
'No… oh, no…' she moaned as Pete sat up and gazed in the sparse light at the beauty of her lower region.
Butter-colored curls formed a thick, shaggy triangle above her closed thighs. Her soft, rounded belly was thrillingly white, punctuated by the cute depression of her navel. Pete bent and kissed the pliant flesh just below her belly button.
Millie writhed against the grass, unconsciously shaking her tummy against Pete's face.
'Let's get your pants off,' he growled as he raised his head.
He took hold of the dainty pink undergarment with both hands and hauled it up her legs as he lifted them in the air. He took the panties off Millie's feet, working the elastic over her shoes.
Pete knelt beside her and looked down, grinning tensely. His black hair fell across his forehead. 'You want it now, don't you?' he said.
'No! Oh God, no! I don't!'
'Liar!' he charged as he clawed at the front of his pants, opening his fly.
Millie could have jumped up and run back to the house, she realized. Still she didn't move. She stared at her rangy brother-in-law through wide eyes.
He dug a hand into his open fly. His fist came out, clutching a prick that was thicker and longer than Danny's. Its bare rosy head was huge. The sight of it both thrilled and terrified his young sister-in-law as he started to scramble between Millie's legs, his erect cock swaying.
At that moment Millie's fear and indignation welled up, overcoming the erotic lethargy that had gripped her. She quickly pulled her legs back and rolled away from the crouching man.
'Hey, wait a minute!' Pete exclaimed. 'Where are you going?'
Millie was on her feet and running toward the house, sobbing as her whole body throbbed. Her thighs slithered moistly together, unhampered by the presence of pants. Her buttocks felt shockingly loose against her swaying skirt.
Pete didn't run after her. He knew that would only cause a scene.
'Sonofabitch!' he snarled, slamming his balled fist against the ground.
His penis slumped.
Millie's panties, a soft puff of pink, caught his eye. He picked them off the lawn and held them up, using both hands to stretch the elastic and shake them into shape.
He pressed them to his face and inhaled their intimate scent, rubbing the sleek nylon against his nose and mouth. Then he jammed the panties into a pocket of his jeans, tucked his penis in, and closed his fly.
She won't tell anybody what happened, he thought as he got up. She liked it, and in the back of her head she's hoping it will happen again. It will! And I'll get her next time!
The TV in the living room was on. Gus and Cal were laughing over a comedy show. They didn't glance at Millie as she hurried to the stairs.
She went directly to her room – the room she had shared with Danny last night but which she would occupy alone until he recovered. After closing the door carefully, the tense and quivering girl approached the dresser mirror.
Her blonde hair was in disarray and had bits of grass in it. Still trembling, she picked up a comb and began to run it through the long silken strands. She stopped and stared into her reflected eyes, trying to read what was in them, trying to understand why she had responded to Pete as she had.
What sort of person are you? she asked her image.
There was no answer.
After Millie had calmed herself and was sure that her appearance gave no hint of what had happened, she walked down the hall to Danny's room.
He smiled warmly at her as she entered. 'Hi, baby. Come on over here.'
Millie returned his smile. 'Feeling all right?'
'As good as a guy can, I guess, when he's flat on his back with one leg in the air. Where you been?' He took her hand.
'Uh… outside. I went out to look at the stars.'
'Hey, no fair! You ain't supposed to look at the stars unless I'm with you. That goes for the moon, too.'
'Silly,' she said, laughing softly. For some reason she didn't understand, her eyes misted over.
Danny moved his hand to her leg. Before Millie could stop him, he reached under the hem of her skirt and stroked up her silken thigh to her buttock.
His eyes widened. 'Where's your pants?'
Millie turned red. 'Oh, I… uh… took them off. It was so warm.'
'Well listen, young lady,' Danny said as he patted her rounded, quivery buttocks, 'don't go running around here with no pants on, understand? I've got two horny brothers, and my old man ain't exactly senile yet.'
'Danny! I'm surprised at you!' Millie shrugged away, pushing his arm down.
His eyes narrowed. 'Feel me,' he said softly.
'What?'
'Feel my dick.'
'Danny!'
'Oh, for God's sake!' He grasped her hand and carried it to the crotch of his pajamas where a single sheet covered him.
Millie's eyes widened. 'Danny! You… you're hard!'
'Hell, yes! You see what one feel of your ass can do?'
'Shame on you for talking like that!' she said, jerking her hand away.
'Baby, when are you gonna get it through your sweet head that we're married? We can say anything to one another, and it ain't bad.'
'Well, certain words are…' She looked down.
'Exciting! That's what they are. Come on, honey – take your clothes off.'
Millie stared at her earnest young husband. 'But we can't… do anything.'
'We can't fuck, if that's what you mean,' he said, his eyes twinkling. 'But there's something else you can do – that is, if you love me enough.'
'You know I love you,' Millie murmured.
