As he lay in the sleeping bag, drowsy with the returning heat of his body and the growing heat of Sue Robin's body pressed against him, he became acutely aware of the considerable curve of her firm buttocks and of the crevice between them, not at all shielded by her nylon panties. His groin became warmer, and he realized that he was beginning to get a hard-on.
His arms were still around her, and her hands were on his, pressing him to her. He felt the lightest pressure from her hands now, and it seemed as if she were nudging his hands downward to check, he moved his hands downward an inch or two. Sure enough, the pressure was still there.
Not only that, but he was now touching the top of her bra. He moved lower still, gently cupping her tits through the fabric, and her hands pressed even more firmly on his. Waiting no longer he began to squeeze the unfamiliar mounds and found the sensation pleasant.
Her head turned slightly back toward him. "Unfasten my bra, Buz," she whispered.
He moved away from her enough to reach between them and unsnap the bra, and Sue Robin slid it off. He put his hands back on her breasts, now bare, and squeezed the spongy flesh. They felt like oranges in his hands.
"That's nice," she whispered, and wriggled her buttocks delightedly. "Not too hard!" she warned after a while as he squeezed with increasing excitement. She put her hands over his again and guided his fingers until he was kneading her small pointed nipples between his thumbs and fingers. He felt them stiffening under his unpracticed fingers, and he heard her breath coming quicker.
By now his cock was stiff and straining against his shorts. Unwilling to turn loose his delightful handfuls of young tit, he thrust his hips forward and squirmed, trying to adjust his painfully slanted cock. Sue Robin responded by wriggling her buttocks against him, seeking to groove his rod between her asscheeks.
He felt hot all over now. Letting go one tit, he reached down and pushed his shorts down below his hips, freeing his bent tool. As he did so, Sue Robin squirmed and got her panties down, too. For the first time in his adolescent life, Bobby Lee felt his throbbing cock rubbing between the silky thighs of a young girl. It felt good.
Sue Robin had never been shy, certainly not with her twin brother. Now she assumed command of the situation. Reaching back, she shoved her hand between them and seized his swollen cock.
"Oh, Buz!" she exclaimed. "It gets so big when you get hard."
"Yeah," he grunted, and waited to see what would happen next. Fondling her boobs seemed a natural thing to do while he waited, so he grasped them again and squeezed them gently while kneading the turgid nipples.
Although she lacked experience, Sue Robin had, by surreptitious reading, learned a lot about her body and its workings. Gleefully clutching the hot staff in her hand, she rubbed the head between her thighs, from her asshole to the top of her youthful bush of cunt hair.
"Ooooooooooh!" she squealed rapturously. "This is great, Buz!" She kicked her legs until she had worked her panties down and over her feet. Widening her thighs, she massaged her slit more freely, with the bulging knob of his cock, checking with his cockhead the little nub in the top of her cuntlips that she had tested and tickled with her finger as she lay back in her bathtub in recent months. This felt much better than her finger, she decided.
Soon a flow of juice from her cunt walls spread inside the lips, and moistened the cockhead which she continued to rub between the folds of her pussy and over the half-concealed clitoris. Sue Robin squirmed and squeaked with joy.
"Hey, Sis, aren't you going to put it in?" Bobby Lee finally demanded. All this felt good, but he had the urge to bury his shaft as far inside her hot ass as he could drive it.
"Slide under a little more," she gasped as she tried to guide the pole into her chute. "You're up too high."
Obediently he curled under a bit more, and felt the head jamming its way through what felt like a tight rubbery ring.
"Easy, Buz. Your dick is so big! You might hurt me. Go slow, honey."
Bobby Lee had never thought much about whether he had a big peter or not, but Sis' exclamation tickled his pride. Also, it dawned on him that there was a lot more to fucking than just ramming his stiff dong into a pussy, no matter what some of his buddies at school said. He got his hands over her tits again and massaged them as before, enjoying the sensation of Sue Robin squirming and jerking against him as he rolled her hard little nipples between his fingers. Slowly he pushed until his entire cockhead was through the inner lips of her eager young cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhh, Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuz!" she quavered through chattering teeth. "I feel like I'm gonna faint!"
Instead of fainting, however, she squirmed back against him in little movements that slid her tight cunt up and down on the barely enclosed cockhead, while squeaky little cries of joy kept bursting from her throat.
A novel feeling of power surged through Bobby Lee as he realized how much ecstasy he was transmitting to Sis, while his own throbbing delight kept increasing, too. Feeling the tight passage getting more slippery, he eased his rigid cock on in, forcing aside the virginal walls of her cunt. In a moment his belly was flat against the smooth curves of her buttocks.
"Jumpin' Jupiter!" Sue Robin exclaimed. "Buz, it feels like you're coming out my throat!" She reached down through her legs to feel the thick base of his buried tool, then pushed on under to clasp his balls and fondle them tenderly.
Bobby Lee's head was spinning with the variety of erotic sensations shooting throughout his body. He felt Sis' hand come up and cover one of his, moving it down off her tit to the top of her pussy.
"There!" she grunted. "Touch me them." She guided his finger through the silky hair of her mound to her clit, better exposed now by the thick pole wedging apart her cuntlips.
He found the little pea-sized stub and rubbed his fingertip across ft.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried, her body convulsing and writhing as much as the confines of the large sleeping bag would allow.
The candlelight flickered against the ancient walls of the room as the twins gradually found an unaccustomed rhythm, Bobby Lee surging slowly into the firmly cushioned buttocks curved against him, and Sue Robin backing into his drives with joyful vigor. It seemed to him that his cock was growing ever longer and ever thicker as the soft lips gripped it and slid up and down the shaft. Jerking off had never given him such a thrill. It was too much.
"I'm coming, Sis!" he exclaimed as he felt the familiar stirring in his balls. "I'm coming!" He took his hand away from her pussy and clamped it again on her free tit, dragging on them to give him more leverage as he drove harder and faster and deeper into her.
"Me -- me -- tooooooooo!" she gasped, breaking the steady rhythm of her hips and jerking spasmodically. "Oh! Ah! Ahhhhhhhh!" A wail of exquisite agony ripped through her taut throat, and then she was laughing and sobbing at the same time while her body went limp. Her bathtub masturbation had never given her such a shattering climax.
They lay gasping and panting for several long moments, half-dazed by the passionate storm that had shaken them. Bobby Lee didn't try to pull his still-erect cock out of the hot snug clasp of Sue Robin's pussy, but his hands on her tits relaxed and he began to drift off to sleep. He was brought back to consciousness by his sister's whisper.
"Buz, do you hear somebody?"
He listened. A faint wind outside rapped a branch of a low-boughed tree against the roof near where they had crawled into the house, but that sound he recognized. He heard nothing else.
"No, Sis. I don't hear anything."
Maybe it's my imagination, she thought, straining her ears. Gradually it came to her that she hadn't really heard anything so much as she had felt something, a presence of someone or something that was watching them. But strangely, it wasn't a frightening feeling. In fact, she sensed something protective about the presence.
She also felt Buz's body relaxing in sleep, and she smiled. Lordy, that had felt good. So that was what real fucking was all about. Her sensitive pussy squeezed involuntarily on the softeni
ng peter still wedged inside her, and a renewed thrill shot through her loins. Maybe they'd wake up and do it again before the Alligators came for them in the morning.
These memories paraded swiftly through Sue Robin's mind as she stood facing the Old Place and the river beyond. Smiling, she turned and went on into the house.
Aunt Minerva sat in the western bay window of the huge living room, knitting away on some piece of clothing. She had watched her beautiful, long-legged grandniece coming away from Clarinda's cottage, and she knew what was going on.
"Hi, Auntie," Sue Robin greeted the little gnome-like woman. "You making something pretty for me?"
"Maybe for you, maybe for somebody else," the old lady replied tartly.
Sue Robin smiled, as unfazed by her great aunt's abruptness as by Aunt Clarinda's huffy tone. She went over, bent and kissed the gray-haired woman, then plumped down at her feet, sitting crosslegged on the polished pine floor.
The sharp old eyes looked at the handsome profile of the young woman, and she smiled. She knew what she knew!
"So Clarinda's going to call a meetin'?"
The blonde head whipped about, startled, and wide blue eyes looked into the faded gray ones. "How'd you know that, Aunt Minerva?"
The old face wrinkled even more as a broad smile spread over it. "Me and Clarinda's been close as kin for nigh onto a hundred years now. We're about as close -- as close as you and Bobby Lee."
Sue Robin looked away hastily, to keep her great aunt from reading the question that sprang into her mind. Did the old lady know about her and her twin brother? Everybody knew how close she and Buz were, but they only thought it was natural for twins to be that way. She was sure of that. But Aunt Minerva. And Aunt Clarinda. Sometimes she was sure they communed with the long-dead, and that they had supernatural power. They saw things nobody else could see.
"Aunt Minerva," she said, looking down at the floor, "ever since I was a little girl, I've heard talk of-of things Aunt Clarinda could do. I know a lot of the blacks go to her when they need -- something special. Like when they're having romantic problems."
"He! He! He!" The rusty cackle was full of amusement. "A lot of whites do, too. But they don't talk. They better not talk. She sure 'nough has extra powers, honey. You knew she was a root-worker, didn't you?"
Sue Robin had heard the term among her black playmates, and less frequently "conjure-woman". She knew, of course, they meant something like "witch".
"I guess so."
"Well, don't you worry your pretty head, honey. You're a sweet child and Bobby Lee is a fine young man, though no brighter than the bull-headed Pa of his'n. Everything is going to work out all right. Just leave it to Clarinda and me."
Clarinda and you? Sue Robin curbed the temptation to stare questioningly at her great aunt. What did this little aristocratic old lady, reeking of magnolia and moonlit traditions, have to do with voodoo?
"Now honey, go out into the kitchen and see if Josh is around. I want a mint julep."
"I'll tell him, Auntie. Then I'm going to run down the road to Mary Beth's for a little while. I told her I'd come. I might be late for supper."
She found the old man sitting outside the kitchen door, watching a fresh litter of puppies scrambling about the yard. After delivering Aunt Minerva's message, she hurried upstairs to her room.
She fumbled in the top drawer of the chiffonier and found what she was searching for, a long cardboard carton whose contents rattled as she picked it up. She dropped it into a large shoulder bag, hung the bag over her shoulder, and went back downstairs. She passed through the dining room, one corner of which was boxed in by a small bar. She ducked behind it and got a pint bottle of vodka, and this, too, she dropped in her bag. Then she went outdoors and climbed into her MG.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mary Beth was sitting in front of the living room TV when Sue Robin walked in. Cushions were piled behind her and beside her, and she grimaced as she sat up straighter to greet her sister-in-law.
"Still bothering you, honey?" Sue Robin asked, a wrinkle of concern creasing her smooth forehead.
"A little," the brunette said.
"We'll take care of that right away," Sue Robin promised. "But first, I'm going into your pretty new kitchen and fix me a drink."
"Just make yourself at home," responded the other.
In the kitchen Sue Robin smiled to herself as she got some orange juice and ice cubes out of the refrigerator. She had noticed right away that her voluptuous sister-in-law had switched from shorts and shirt to a mini-length housecoat, and she was willing to bet she didn't have on a bra. Probably panties, but no bra.
Well, maybe Aunt Clarinda could work voodoo, but meanwhile she'd do a little magic herself. Taking the vodka out of her bag, she poured a generous dollop into each of the two glasses or orange juice, stirred them vigorously, then sipped a taste of each. Good! With her bag slung on her shoulder again, she went back out to the living room, carrying the drinks.
"Here, Mary Beth, this'll do you good."
"You didn't put any of Bobby Lee's corn likker in that orange juice, did you, Sue Robin?"
"No corn likker. Here."
The brunette moved some cushions to make room for Sue Robin on the couch, then took one of the glasses and tasted it. She smiled. "That's good."
They sat and watched the TV show while they sipped their drinks. The vodka was virtually tasteless in the orange juice, but Sue Robin soon felt a buzz from hers, and she was sure that Mary Beth would feel hers, too. Meanwhile, take it easy, she told herself. Mary Beth was no dummy, and she surely sensed by now what the massage bit was all about, but like most Southern girls, she was schooled to hide or disguise her feelings. As long as Sue Robin didn't bring everything out into the open, the sky was the limit. The rangy blonde repressed, a smile as the vodka warmed the pit of her stomach.
When they finally finished their drinks and placed the empty glasses on the coffee table, Sue Robin said briskly, "Now, honey, let's get those aches and pains out of your pretty chassis. Aches and pains are for old folks, thrills for young'uns."
Mary Beth giggled, and Sue Robin knew the vodka had gotten to her.
"Want me to lie on my tummy like before?"
"Just like before."
Turning away coyly, the brunette slipped off the housecoat, and Sue Robin saw that her guess had been right. She had on a pair of panties, even sheerer than the burnt-orange pair, but no bra.
Mary Beth stretched out face down on the couch.
Opening her catch-all tag, Sue Robin took out a can of body powder and shook out some of the fragrant dust in the palm of her hand. Then, rubbing her hands together, she sat down as before on the edge of the couch and began rubbing the brunette's back. Knowing what to expect this time, Mary Beth relaxed more quickly. The vodka helped.
In a very few minutes Sue Robin had progressed from the neck and shoulders down to the plump thighs, kneading her fingers deeply into the resilient flesh while Mary Beth sighed and purred contentedly. When Sue Robin's knuckles grazed her pussy, the thighs slid farther apart automatically, and the sighs became groans of pleasure.
"You've sure got a beautiful body, Mary Beth," Sue Robin said softly, stroking and kneading steadily.
"You, too, Sue Robin," came sleepily from the pillowed head. "You're so nice and tall. I wish I was taller."
"I expect you're tall enough," Sue Robin chuckled wickedly.
"You're naughty!" Mary Beth giggled, and wiggled her ass.
She's sharp enough, Sue Robin thought. She just needs to be turned on. And if she does get started, Lordy, but she'll screw poor Buz silly.
After a bit they had progressed to the turn-over part, and Mary Beth's big melon tits jiggled deliciously as she curled her body around and stretched out on her back with a luxurious sigh.
She might as well not have those little skivvies on, Sue Robin thought as she looked through the transparent film of cloth at the rich auburn triangle of hair bulging at the juncture of the lu
sh thighs. Deftly she flicked open her bag and took out a long narrow cardboard box.
Mary Beth's eyes were closed and a contented smile curved her slightly parted lips.
"You sure know how to give a massage, Sue Robin," she murmured.
"This'll be even better," Sue Robin promised rubbing some of the body powder on the smooth round surface of the vibrator she held in her hand. It was eight inches long and nearly two inches in diameter, tapering at the tip. Clicking it on, she rubbed it along the top of Mary Beth's thighs.
"Oooooooooh!" the supine brunette exclaimed. "What in the world is that?" Her eyelashes fluttered, but she didn't open her eyes.
"Just an electric device for giving good deep massage," Sue Robin said soothingly. Hell! Surely this sexy-looking woman knew what a vibrator was. But, if she wanted to pretend to be dumb -- well, it was part of the game.
Skillfully she played the smooth cylindrical implement up and down the top of Mary Beth's thighs, and in a few moments the thighs slid farther apart and the hips rotated slowly on big round asscheeks like jewel-bearing machinery.
It's getting to her fast, Sue Robin smiled. This and the vodka. A little booze never hurt in a situation like this. Lifting the cock-shaped device, she ran it lightly along the curve of Mary Beth's neck and shoulder, and the woman's smile widened.
"Oh, that's so nice!" She sucked in her breath ecstatically as the vibrations touched all the sensitive areas of her neck, under her ears, and down her shoulders.
Smiling wickedly, Sue Robin slid it down between the big, purple-nippled boobs.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" the brunette groaned, writhing on the couch. Her lips parted and twisted, just as her body was twisting. With her eyes still closed, she raised her hands to press her tits inward, enveloping the vibrating cylinder.
Feeling her own temperature rising, Sue Robin leaned over her sister in-law and slowly slid the smooth instrument up and down between the hemispheres of erotic flesh. Mary Beth's breath sucked in with a loud gasping sound and her hips wriggled in wider rotations.
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