Chapter 2

Travis Johansen had a tough time keeping his eyes off his sister at

breakfast the next day. And when she brushed her bare knee against his

under the table, he started to raise an immediate hard. She smiled at

him, and her eyes were warm behind lowered lashes. He thought there had

never been a more beautiful girl, and the tightening of his belly

muscles reminded him how hot and sexy she was.

But it finally penetrated, what his mother was saying, and he damned

near choked on a bite of pancake. Swallowing quickly, he asked, "What?

Me? Oh come on, mom--I'm sure old enough to take care of myself."

His mother frowned at him. "Yes, I suppose so. But there's the new pool

in the patio, and you can't swim very well, you'll admit."

She was another lovely woman, his mom; but he wasn't seeing that now.

She was pissing him off with that babysitter crap. Man! How old did she

think he was--ten? What would she think if he could tell her he'd

already screwed hell out of her daughter, twice?

"I don't need a babysitter," he said and asking for help, "Dad?"

His father continued to read the paper. "Your mother makes all the

decisions around here, son. It's been that way for quite awhile now."

Sherry Johansen flared immediately. "If you'd spend some time with

these children--"

"Oh, for chrissakes," Eric Johansen mumbled, and retreated behind his

paper again.

"Children," Travis said in disgust, and viciously stabbed his stack of

pancakes. He subsided only when his sister's knee nudged him again, not

caressing this time, but warning him about something.

Jenny said, "I'd stay with him, mom. Honest, I wouldn't mind. But

since you and daddy are going to see the lawyer, and since Travis will

probably sneak into the pool, the next best thing I can do is furnish a

sitter. I'll call one of my friends. And I'll come back from the

library as soon as I can. If I didn't have to get my term paper ready--"

Sherry banged down her coffee cup. "All right, all right. We'll

probably be gone most of the day, so the sitter ought to be prepared

for a fairly long job. And Travis--"

He ignored his sister's knee pressure and said, "Yeah, I know. Be a

good little boy." He winced when Jenny kicked him on the shin, but

stared down into his plate as if nothing had happened. Damn, he

thought; nothing went right around the house any more. He wondered what

the hell Jenny had in mind--faking a sitter so they could be together

again, so they could fuck some more? He dropped one hand into his lap

and rubbed his hardening prick

But while his mom cleared the table, Jenny went to the phone in the

hall, and he heard her talking to somebody. Maybe she was putting them

on, only pretending to make the call. If she wasn't he didn't know what

she was thinking.

His father poured himself another cup of coffee and turned the pages of

the newspaper. Travis wiped up his final pancake with honey and gulped

it down. Now he couldn't get up from the table; not right away, because

his cock was threatening to split his jeans. He'd have to sit there

until it went down.

Watching his mother move around the kitchen, Travis wondered again how

his dad could possibly leave her. Boy, he thought, his eyes following

the long, sleek legs and the way his mother's butt moved beneath her

short dress, that ought to be some piece of ass. Funny, he decided; he

could come right out with an idea like that, since he had fucked his

sister. He'd kind of avoided it, before.

But his mom was sure a sexy chick--tall and sort of regal, with big,

high tits that jiggled enticingly when she walked. How could his father

walk out on something like that? Travis shook his head and fumbled

around his plate, draining his glass of milk. His cock went soft quick

enough when Jenny came back to say, "I got a sitter. It's Jean Marks,

a wonderful girl in my class who needs the money. You'll like her, I'm

sure."

Travis said, "Aakk!" But his mother said absentmindedly, "Yes, of

course. Eric--are you going to sit there all morning? You know very

well what time the appointment is."

Travis caught his sister in the hall. "What the hell--"

"Shh!" she said, and kissed him lightly but hotly upon the mouth. "Jean

is a real fox. I'm doing you a big favor, young man."

"Huh?" he said, but she whirled away, after a dirty, quick caress of

his crotch. He stood watching her, seeing the groovy way her ass moved

in her tight jeans, knowing now the magic feel of that ass and the

pussy itself. Beautiful and hot, juicy and eager to fuck, she was some

sister to have. Travis wanted to run after her and grab her tits from

behind, so he could rub his stiffening cock into those shapely cheeks.

He wanted to throw her down on the carpet and pull down her jeans so he

could get his hand on that honey-blonde cunt again.

But of course, he couldn't; not right now. Tonight though, there would

be no way anybody could keep him away from dipping his aching meat into

that hotly clenching snatch again. He had to fuck her some more, or go

out of his head. His balls were beginning to ache right now, and Travis

turned away so he could rub them.

The cold shower helped some, but not much, even though he scrubbed his

body hard and toweled it just as roughly afterward. Staring down at his

shaft, he fingered along its length, then dropped his hand quickly. No

need to jack off now; he was fucking a lovely girl, hotter and sexier

because she was his own older sister. Man, oh man; what tits, what an

ass--and how her pussy kind of shut down on a guy's cock, massaging it

until it came.

Travis got the hell out of the bathroom and into swim trunks. Towel over

one shoulder, wearing scuffs, he went down in time to meet his

babysitter. A sitter, man!

But when he saw the girl, he damned near dropped his towel. Then he

felt like ducking out of sight, in case his legs were too knobby or

something.

She was a doll. Not a baby doll, or cutesy because she was small,

because she was all that but it didn't work out that way. Jean Marks

had long red hair and a body like a miniature Venus and a bright, warm

smile that reached right out and tickled his belly.

Jean said, "So you're Travis. I've heard so much about you, from your

sister."

All he could do was grin weakly and mumble stupid things; then his

mother gave Jean instructions about watching him in the pool, and all

that crap. He flinched when his sister went by, because she pinched his

ass and said in a whisper, "Lucky guy."

Then he was alone with her; his mother and father followed Jenny out

the front door, still taking cruel little cuts at each other, all the

way to the Caddy. He pretended he was really interested in watching his

sister drive off in her Bug, but he felt the girl's eyes on him. So he

moved too quickly from the window and bumped into a coffee table before

he could make it to the patio.

He went down the ladder into the shallow end of the pool and stood

there uncertainly. Jean Marks stood on the tiled edge and looked all

around the patio. She said, "Can't see a house from here, even;

complete privacy, with all those bushes and trees."

Travis muttered, "I guess," and wondered why he felt so uptight. After

all, he wasn't a cherry anymore. He had fucked a girl, twice; now he

didn't have to wonder how to make it, or whether his prick was too

skinny. Jenny had loved it, she said.

He ducked lower in the water, mainly to hide his swelling cock; it was

too easily seen in his trunks.

If this chick wasn't so damned sexy

looking, he'd be okay. But his sister had called him lucky to have Jean

around, and that was pretty weird.

She was standing at the pool edge, and when she put her arms over her

head to stretch, he could see the outline of her small but groovy tits,

and the nipples themselves. She had on a thin halter and her shorts

clung to every shaping and dip of her thighs; Travis could see her

mound, and his eyes were magnetically drawn to the cleft of her pussy.

Then she took off her top. His eyes bugged when she just whipped away

the halter and dropped it. She said, "That water looks great, but I

didn't bring a suit. You don't mind, do you?"

He swallowed some water and made a choking noise. "N-no."

So Jean Marks stepped lithely from her shorts; she hadn't been wearing

panties, and the curly red hair of her pussy gleamed brightly at him

from between her flawless thighs. Her skin was very white, and when she

moved down the pool steps, her entire small body seemed to undulate

with a special sensuous grace.

Travis stared as she approached him in the water, as the wavelets came

to her hips, then to the pale mounds of her tits, and at last to the

rosy nipples which were standing straight out. She neared him and put

those fine little points right up against his wet chest. Travis's cock

struggled to tear free of his trunks, and beneath the water, Jean's

naked pussy seemed to blaze into his crotch.

She held up her mouth to him. "Jenny said you screwed her, your own

sister. I think that's groovy, Travis. She knows how I like to swing

with groovy people, so she called me to be your sitter today. I hurried

right over."

Her lips were moving, trembling, and the darting of her hot, wet tongue

was quick and penetrating. Jean's teeth raked his, and his hands felt

over her wetly squirming body as she wiggled against him. When their

mouths parted, she said, "Are you going to keep those trunks on?"

He couldn't wait a second longer. Last night he had been a cherry, and

here he was, getting ready to fuck his second girl. Travis couldn't

believe his luck but he wasn't going to push it. Hurrying, he slid off

the wet trunks, and his prick jumped out strong and long, nudging its

distended head against the slippery belly of the eager girl.

Her hand discovered it, curled fingers around the pulsing shaft, and

her smile was hotly knowing. "Nice--very hard and long. I think Jenny

was right, that you're going to be a really farout lover, once you get

the hang of everything. Here, darling--"

She floated up in the water, held to his waist with one hand while the

other played tantalizingly with his rod. Jean got her legs around him,

crossing them at the ankles, and her delicious little snatch was right

there, tilting up at him. He made a tentative humping movement, and she

guided the throbbing head of his cock into position.

Soaked and tingly, the curls of her pussy tickled his cockhead as it

started to push into the tight, very hot lips of her cunt. He took hold

of her cheeks, the modeled and slippery cheeks of her well shaped

little ass, and by spreading his feet on the bottom of the pool, Travis

could maintain his balance and shove. But he moved them toward the pool

wall, anyhow, needing a better grip on things.

Floating, she wiggled and rolled her ass, so that she helped him get

the head inside, and slowly, snugly, his prick worked into the

scorching grip of her excited pussy. In it went, and by the time he had

reached the wall and gotten her shoulders against the wet tiles, the

shaft of his cock was buried to the root inside that tightly gripping

cunt.

"Ahh, darling," she breathed. "That's good. That's terrific. Oh, how I

love a good, hard prick! Use it in me, Travis. Push it all the way to

your balls and pull it back to the head--but don't take it all the way

out."

"I won't," he promised, his voice thick and clotting in his throat, his

shaft moving greasily in her snatch. She coiled around him like a pale

white snake, wiggling and sliding, bouncing up and down in the water as

he began to pound his cock home with more powerful thrusts.

She was smaller than his sister, and her cunt was tighter, and he dug

fucking this beautiful, small girl. She plastered her wet mouth to his,

and the hard nipples of her tits skidded back and forth across his

chest as they moved and hunched together. "Give it to me, Travis," she

hissed into his teeth. "Oh, darling, feed me that wonderful hard meat!

Darling, darling--you use your prick so beautifully--ahh! Ahh, yes!

Good--it's so long, and I can feel it poking away up in my pussy--ahh!"

Travis ran his tongue halfway down the girl's throat, grinding his cock

deeply within the juicy hot cup of her pussy, stroking and driving,

feeling his balls swing tingling through the water to slap lightly

against the uplifted crack of her little-girl ass. He clung to her

cheeks and braced his feet against the bottom, and the hammering

movement of his strong, hungry prick grew heavier.

Her body was splashing the water, and her belly was rolling back and

forth as she took the impact of his plunging cock. She bit his lips and

threw her head back as she tore her lips from his.

"Ahh! Ahh, you stiff-cocked son of a bitch! Oh yes--I dig it, I love

it--fuck me some more, more! I'm about to come, you horny little

bastard! I'm going to come, to COME!"

She stiffened out then, and her legs clamped violently upon his waist.

Travis kept pounding that shuddering hot cunt, continued to slam his rod

home to the hilt as he felt the flexing of her vagina inside, and

sensed a new lubrication oozing from the pussy walls. Pumping into the

grip of that blazing pussy, his own orgasm built wildly within his

balls, and Travis felt the onrush of his semen as it hurtled up through

the seesawing rod of his cock and swelled the head of it.

His come exploded from the tip of his prick, and he came in a furiously

boiling spurt of semen that filled the tight, shallow cunt with the

bubbling cream. His balls leaped upward against the cleft of her

rotating ass, and his fingertips dug into her slippery flesh.

Travis's knees went a little weak, and he thought dazedly that fucking

seemed to get better and better. Maybe no other chick would ever be

truly as good screwing as when he put it to his own sister, but this

hotly wiggling girl was good enough.

Slowly, her legs drifted down, but she somehow managed to keep his

prick locked within her pussy as she stood tippytoe on the bottom of

the pool. "Nice," Jean purred. "Very nice. Now we can climb out of the

water and go over there to get in some real fucking. Can you go again

this quickly?"

"Sure," he said, proud of his new strength and his new knowledge, and

she let his stiff cock ease from the grasp of her cunt.

She went up the ladder first, and he was right behind, staring into the

sweet red crack of her lovely ass. He came out of the pool with water

pouring from his cock, and with a little creamy drop of semen still

clinging to the head.

They moved to the patio, bare-assed and excited yet, and Jean turned to

fit herself into his arms again. That was when Jenny Johansen came

from the house, grinning widely and wearing only a wrap-around towel.

"You guys look fine together," his sister said as Travis stared. "Mind

if I join the party?"

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