October 16, 2008
Life in La Fontaine
I let out a quiet sigh as I peered out the window of my “temporary” bedroom and over to what was left of our family’s house. The view outside was as depressing as ever. There was still debris all over the place, though it was at least stacked in piles. At least the weather had changed to somewhat cooler, about average for the Gulf Coast in November.
Our family’s house itself, which dominated my view, had been filled with mold, was stripped down to the frame. It was so depressing. I settled back down onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling.
My family and I were currently living in a mobile home provided for us by FEMA. It wasn’t much of much, but it was better than the emergency shelter we’d been stuck in after Hurricane Katrina had destroyed our house. We’d hoped to have our insurance money and be able to get the place rebuilt, or at least get started on rebuilding, but here it was, three months later, and we were still stuck here.
At least I had the bedroom to myself for right now. My older brother, Peabo, was off in Seattle with his boyfriend, Ramble. He’d gotten to spend all summer there, and had ended up staying after Katrina turned our house into matchsticks. Lucky bastard.
I wasn’t just jealous because he was staying in a real house, either. I was jealous because he was also getting laid, which I hadn’t since just two days before Katrina. Ok, I mean, I know that it wasn’t “getting laid”. Not really. But at least I got to have some sexual fun that didn’t come from my own hand.
I got up and put on my shoes, heading out for a walk. I could only take so much of being stuck inside this mobile home. It wasn’t bad, like I said, but it wasn’t home. At least we were on our family’s property, though, so that was cool.
I kicked at some wood as I walked by the debris piles, just wandering around. Eventually I headed to the clubhouse, or rather, where it had been. The storm had completely destroyed that place where I had so many good, good memories of my first sexual experiences. I really missed it.
But life went on, and I’d done some work to try and rebuild it to it’s former glory. I’d rounded up some wood, which wasn’t hard, and some nails and was hoping to have it looking even better than it had been before the hurricane. This was made even easier by the appearance, on my second day of working, of a completely new set of tools, some extra nails and some brand new wood planks. I knew my father knew about the clubhouse. Apparently he’d done the same thing in it when he was a kid as I did. I tried not to think about that too much.
Mind you, I thought as I got to work, I had no idea what I’d do with the clubhouse when I was done. The boys I’d fooled around with in here were all gone now. For a short time it had been only myself and my friend, Fenton. We’d recruited a couple other boys during the summer, but after Katrina hit everyone left the area, and I hadn’t seen any of them since then. It really sucked. All that was left here was me, with no action since August, and now it was November. Just me. Poor, lonely little Parr.
I worked on the clubhouse for a bit, but my heart wasn’t in it. I was getting hungry, so I figured I might as well head back to the mobile home. When I got there, I saw that my mom was home, which was unusual. Wondering what was wrong, I walked into the house.
“Oh, hello, Parr,” said my mom, looking up as I came in.
“Hey. How come you’re home so early?”
“Well, I have some news, and I wanted to get home and talk with you and get the house straightened up.”
“Oh, ok. Well, what’s up?”
“Well, you know how your aunt Peggy-Jean and the kids have all been stuck in that… place… since your shiftless uncle Leroy left?”
“Oh, yes.” This was an ongoing saga.
Peggy-Jean had married Leroy after he got her pregnant at age fourteen. They’d been, more or less, together since then, only broken up by Leroy’s various stays in prison. In fact, the last time I’d seen him, her and my cousins was at his last parole party two years ago. Since they lived in upstate Alabama, I didn’t see much of them.
Or at least they USED TO live in upstate Alabama. They’d moved to Gulf Coast just a month before Katrina hit, and their home was TOTALED. Not a stick on top of another stick, basically. It was bad. They ended up staying in a shelter for a while and then ended up in a hotel that FEMA was paying for. It was just after they’d ended up in the hotel that Leroy decided he was leaving. He ended up somewhere in West Virginia, last I’d heard.
To give you a mental image of Uncle Leroy, picture a man who is fat, balding, has a mullet, a scraggly beard, wears a baseball cap (from his Skoal, Marlboro, NASCAR, Budweiser, NRA or “NO FAT CHICKS”, line of fashionable baseball caps), a stained wife-beater (always stained. Always. Didn’t matter if he’d just taken it out of the package, it’d be stained), a belt with a buckle that follows the same themes as the caps, and always, everywhere he goes, a mouthful of tobacco, a smelly cigarette and a can of beer. All three of them will be generic. The man is a walking, talking stereotype of every Old South, white-trash, redneck, peckerwood, cracker. He’s really awful.
“Well,” my mom continued, “FEMA won’t provide for the room for them anymore, but they HAVE provided a mobile home. The problem is the room ends tomorrow and the mobile home won’t be ready for about ten more days.”
“Well… your father and I have decided to let Peggy-Jean and the kids come stay with us until then.”
“Oh!” I considered this.
My three cousins were all pretty cool, despite Leroy’s influence. Royce was the oldest at fifteen. He was a little taller than me and took after his father in some ways. He liked smokin’, drinkin’, shootin’, huntin’ and fishin’ (he comes from a family that hasn’t yet discovered the letter “g”). I knew he smoked about a pack a day and drank beer from time to time. Despite all this, he was a basically okay guy.
His younger brother was fourteen, and was named Scooter. Actually, he wasn’t. He was named Elmer Eldon Emmerson, but, not surprisingly, he preferred to be called Scooter. He was a very nice guy. Really smart, too. Managed straight A’s in school, against despite his father. In fact he was so unlike Uncle Leroy that I secretly wondered if he was really Leroy’s son.
Then lastly there was twelve-year-old Bobbi-Lee. That was her first name. Bobbi-Lee. Her REAL first name. To make it worse, she was named after Robert E Lee. That was at the insistence of our grandfather, my Mom’s dad. He was Old South, and still referred to the Civil War as the “War of Northern Aggression”. Hell, he still occasionally refers to black people as, “those damn darkies”.
Bobbi-Lee, however, was a very sweet girl. I still remember all the fun she and I had when we were kids. Heck, the only real life vagina I’d ever seen was hers. We played “Show Me!” once when we were about ten and eight. It was cool.
“That sounds cool,” I said. “I haven’t seen them in years.”
“Yes. Well, before you get too excited, you’ll need to know that the boys will be sharing your bedroom with you while Bobbi-Lee takes the couch in the living room.”
“Oh.” I was than excited by the idea of sharing my already small living space with two other boys. Oh, well. They needed a place to live, I guess. “Ok, I can bear with that for a bit.”
“So happy you approve,” my mom said, layering on the sarcasm.
“Sorry,” I said. “It’s just that… well, I was looking forward to having my own space for a bit, that’s all.”
“I know, dear. If it’s any consolation, you might want to know that your father and I will be sharing our room with Peggy-Jean. Besides, when we get the insurance money and start rebuilding the house, you’ll have a bedroom of your own.”
“That’s a plus at least.”
“So would you mind sharing space with Royce and Scooter for ten days?”
I sighed. “I guess not. Where’s their mobile home going when they get it?”
“Well,” my mom said with a shrug, “we’re not sure. For now it’ll end up on the property here with us, but in the long run, we’re not sure. Since the Beauchamps moved away, and the Parsons left after Katrina, I know that land’s not going to any use. Maybe the Beauchamps will be willing to sell it to Peggy-Jean.”
I snorted. “Yeah, since they’re practically in-laws now.”
My mother rolled her eyes. “Yes, well, we’ll leave Peabo and Ramble out of this for now, shall we?”
“Yes, please.” I made gagging noises. Not that I actually found their sex lives to be all that sickening. How could I, given that I’d had sex with both of them more than I could count?
“Behave, boy,” she said, sternly.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, recognizing that tone. “When do they get here?”
“Alright. I’ll get everything set up. There’s not going to be much room, though, for three beds.” It was a pretty small room. Only about ten feet by twelve.
“Well, you can use your bed, one of the other boys can take the spare bed and the other one can just share with you.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but, well, there really wasn’t any other way. Peabo had the smaller bed, and only one boy would fit in there. I wasn’t about to give up my bed, so I guess I had to share.
“Ok, but only if I can share with Scooter. Royce is cool, but he smells too much like his dad.”
“Yes, indeed.” My mom pulled out a checklist. “Good. Now let’s work together and get this place cleaned up!”
I rolled my eyes, but it was hard to damp my mom’s enthusiasm when she got a notion to do something. But the more that I thought about it, the more that I thought it might be really cool to have my cousins here. At least the odds of me getting laid went up with Royce and Scooter around. I doubted they were gay, and they probably wouldn’t have any interest in sexplay with me. But I hadn’t had any interest in sex with other guys before I got into the club, so, maybe. Well, I could hope any how. At any rate I started forming up a plan inside my perverted little mind.
* * *
By early the next morning, we’d done a pretty complete job of getting the place all cleaned up and set up and ready to go. It didn’t look perfect, but it looked pretty decent. Good enough for family, anyhow.
At around noon we heard the sound of a horn honking as a car drove up the dirt road that led to our mobile home. My mom, my dad and I came out and saw a beat up old station wagon driving up.
When the car stopped, my aunt got out, followed quickly by my cousins. Peggy-Jean walked up to my mom and gave her a big hug. The two, along with my father, quickly went inside the mobile home to chat, my dad asking me to show my cousins where to go.
I looked my cousins up and down. Royce was, indeed, living up to the standards set by his father, right down to having a little wusstache growing on his upper lip. He was wearing a wife-beater, smoking a cigarette, wearing slouchy jeans with his boxers exposed and sneering. He looked like a redneck crossed with some desperate wannabe wigger.
Scooter looked a little better, dressed in a standard blue jeans and t-shirt get up. I was surprised at how much he’d changed since I’d seen him last. Puberty seemed to have taken hold, cause he was certainly taller than I’d remembered, though he was pretty thin still.
As for Bobbi-Lee… at first I didn’t recognize my cousin. Puberty had obviously hit her as well, and she was starting to fill out nicely for a girl of only twelve. Even if she was only twelve, and my cousin, she was still really cute!
“Hey, guys,” I said, shaking hands with the boys and hugging Bobbi-Lee.
Royce took a drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke at me. “So Peabo’s a fag now, huh?”
I turned and glared at him. “I might be only thirteen and smaller than you, but I’ll still kick your ass if you call my brother a fag again.”
“He’s got a boyfriend, right? He’s fuckin’ him, he’s suckin’ him. What else do you want me to call him?”
“How about you call him ‘Peabo’? He’s my brother, but he’s your cousin, too.”
Royce shrugged. “Whatever. He’s still queer.”
“It’s the word Those People use. If they say it, I can.”
I rolled my eyes. “Right. Whatever.” I gestured to everyone. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”
I escorted my cousins around the mobile home, showing them where everything was. It wasn’t really a bad set up, it just wasn’t home. I showed Bobbi-Lee where to stow her stuff and then showed my other cousins to my bedroom.
“Well, here we are.”
“Nice. Two beds. I get that one.” Royce pointed at Peabo’s bed.
Smiling I said, “Absolutely.” I turned to Scooter. “You and I gotta share a bed. Sorry, but at least it’s only for a little while.”
“Better be careful, Scoot. If Parr takes after his brother you’re like to end up being a ho-mo-sex-ual too.” He sarcastically pronounced each syllable seprately.
“You know, Royce, I don’t remember you being quite this much of a prick before.”
“Fuck you, bitch.”
“Ah. So you’re the one who’s gay, then?” I sneered.
Royce narrowed his eyes at me, but didn’t say anything, he just roughly tossed the garbage bag he was using as luggage onto the bed and began to unpack it, dumping most things onto the floor.
“So we gotta share?” Scooter asked.
He shrugged. “It’s ok. At least it’s a bed.”
“Yeah.” I never thought I’d be at the point where just having a bed, period, would be good enough.
Scooter started unpacking his stuff as I watched.
“How you guys been doing?” I asked after a bit.
He shrugged. “It’s been good and bad. Mostly bad.”
I nodded in sympathy, and then on a whim, pulled my cousin close to me, hugging him tight and saying, “Well, at least you’re here now.”
“Yeah.” Scooter hugged me back.
It was nice feeling someone else’s body against mine for a change. Just as I was getting into it, though, I heard a voice say, “Fuck. Fags. I knew it.”
I turned around and flipped off Royce as he walked into the room. “You know,” I said to him. “At some point I just KNOW I’m going to have kick your ass.”
“Yeah, that ain’t what you wanna do to my ass.”
“Fuck. You wish.”
“So, Parr,” Scooter said, before our little argument could go any farther. “Why don’t you show me around the place some more?”
Scooter and I began to walk around our damaged property. Scooter did most of the talking. I think he was just happy to be able to walk around and not have to deal with Royce, not that I blamed him. Poor kid.
Soon our wanderings took us towards where the clubhouse had been. I looked with regrets at the shattered remnants of a place where I’d had so many pleasures and sighed. Scooter just looked at it in confusion.
“It’s the clubhouse,” I said. “Me and my friends used to hang out here a lot.”
“Yeah. It was pretty nice. I’ve been trying to rebuild it, but, well…”
“Yeah. There’s lots of stuff to rebuild.”
I picked up a couple bits of lumber and started working on touching up some of the construction. Soon Scooter was lending a hand. We’d worked for about a half-hour when he said, “Parr?”
“Is Peabo really gay?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“What’s it like? Having a gay brother?”
I shrugged. “He’s the only brother I got. It don’t matter none.”
“Royce would go fucking apeshit if he had a gay brother,” Scooter said, softly.
Something about his tone got my attention. Into the silence, I quietly said, “Does he?”
Scooter was staring at the ground. “I don’t know. I think so.”
I was slightly embarrassed at how hard my penis got when I heard him say that. “Why… ah… why do you think… you might be gay?”
He shrugged. “I just think I am. I think about guys all the time. When I jerk off, it’s never about girls. Always boys.” He looked up at me with a panicked look on his face. “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
I shook my head. “Of course not. Not if you don’t want me to.”
“What did your parents do when they found out about Peabo?”
I sat down on one of the planks. “They took it ok, I guess.”
Scooter sat down next to me. “My mom would probably take it ok. Dad wouldn’t.”
I put an arm around Scooter’s narrow shoulders. “Scoot?”
“Your dad’s a fuckhead.”
He grinned a little. “Yeah, I know.”
Keeping my arm around him, I said, “You ever done anything with another guy?”
“Yeah, a little. I had a friend back home and we fooled around some.”
I leaned a little closer and softly said, “How long has it been?”
“It’s been a while.” His voice was soft, too.
“You must be so fucking horny.” My face moved closer to his.
I looked into his eyes, and very slowly, gently, pressed my mouth against my cousin’s. I kissed him for only a few seconds, then quietly said, “You wanna do something about that?”
“Oh, god, yes…”
I placed hand on the side of his face and began kissing him in earnest, our mouths open and our tongues twirling together. As we kissed, I reached down and began to lift his shirt up and off his body, our kissing only stopping long enough for me to pull it over his head.
“Parr?” he whispered between kisses.
“Are you gay, too?”
I shook my head. “No, I still want sex with girls. But I’ve only had it with guys.” Well, it made sense to me, anyhow.
I pulled off my shirt as we continued to kiss. I was beginning to realize how much I really missed having sex. Having someone else’s hands on my body. Kissing someone. Making someone else feel good even as they made me feel good. I was experiencing a passion pumping through my body like none I’d felt in a very long time. It was cool.
I began rubbing at Scooter’s crotch, feeling his hard penis bulging inside his jeans. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. To get my mouth on it. To get my ass on it. To feel him next to me, on me, in me. God, this was going to be fantastic.
Reaching down I unzipped Scooter’s jeans, then put my hand inside them and his boxers, feeling the warmth radiating from the shaft of his hard penis as I wrapped my hand around it, stroking it slowly and bringing it out into the daylight. It was nice. About five, maybe six inches long, thin, very beautiful.
I promptly lowered my mouth down around it, eliciting a nice moan from my cousin as I sucked off my first guy in months. It felt so nice to have a penis in my mouth again. I didn’t realize until now just how much I’d missed it!
“Oh, shit… Jesus, Parr… you’re so good at that…” Scooter whispered, resting his hand on the back of my head.
I bobbed my mouth up and down on my cousin’s penis for about two minutes, then resurfaced and kissed his face some more as I unzipped my pants and pulled out my own penis. Then I stood up and held it in front of Scooter’s face.
He got the idea and opened his mouth. I slid my erection into him, feeling incredibly happy as I watched Scooter’s lips moving back and forth along the shaft of my penis. He wasn’t really all that good at it, but I figured I could train him nicely.
I let Scooter suck me off for about as long as I’d sucked him. Then I pulled him up so that we were both standing together and kissing as we masturbated each other. As we did so, we shucked the rest of our clothes and stood there entirely nude, still kissing, our hands moving onto each other’s butts as we began to grind against each other. Scooter didn’t have much of an ass, but it was nice enough. I couldn’t wait to fuck him. I’d have done it right now, but I didn’t have any lube.
“Can we sixty-nine?”
I broke away from my new boyfriend long enough to grab a blanket from a small crate I’d brought out to the site a few weeks back. It had a couple blankets, a pillow, some snacks. Sometimes I’d sleep out here. If I had realized there was a chance of me getting laid out here this soon, I’d have brought some lube. Oh, well.
Once the blanket was spread out, Scooter and I lost no time laying down on it and were quickly blowing each other. Neither of us seemed to be in any hurry to reach orgasm. I think we were both just having too much fun.
Despite that, though, it wasn’t long before I felt that wonderful sensation beginning to build in my body. I was just about to give Scooter a heads-up, when he suddenly gave a loud moaning grunt as his penis began to kick and spurt in my mouth. It was always so cool having a guy cum in my mouth. I swallowed as much of his sperm as I could, pleasure flooding me as my own orgasm hit at about the same time.
As soon as we were done cumming, we both sat up and kissed each other again, hugging our nude bodies together as we tasted our sperm in each other’s mouths. It was a very, very cool way to spend the day.
“That was so cool, Parr,” Scooter said, kissing me again.
“Yeah, it was some nice sex,” I replied. I looked at my watch. “We probably better get back to the trailer, okay?”
As we began to get dressed, I said, “I hope you understand we’re going to be having sex basically every day you’re here.”
He laughed. “I’d fuckin’ hope so!”
While we walked back, I told him all about the Virgin Boy’s Club and all the things we’d done together. Scooter got really into the idea and I knew I had my first new member. That wasn’t much of a surprise, given that I’d already had his member.
And so, sated, happy and loving life, we went home.
* * *
Scooter and I had wanted to get together with each other later on that day, but we didn’t get the chance to. There was no privacy, which really sucked. Mostly we spent the day doing whatever our parents had wanted us to, most of which consisted of reorganizing the trailer so that we’d have space for our two families.
This didn’t stop us from wanting to get back to the sex, mind you. Every time we walked near each other, we were grabbing at one another’s ass or crotch. A couple times we managed to even duck out of sight long enough to get into a serious make-out session. After nearly getting caught by Bobbi-Lee, though, we gave up on that.
Finally, late at night, me, him and Royce were all in the bedroom, just yaking away and killing time before bed. We were all sitting around in our boxers, which gave me plenty of eye candy.
Eventually Royce got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Scooter and I eyed each other, and moments later he was up on the bed with me, the two of us kissing as we ripped each other’s boxers off. Soon I was laying on top of Scooter, kissing him and jerking him off as we laid on my bed together.
After a few moments, Scooter said, “Parr? Do you have any stuff?”
“You know… so you can fuck me?”
I brightened up. “Ah! Lube? Yeah! I got some. Just a second.” I reached down to my nightstand and pulled out the bottle of lube I kept handy there. “You mean this?”
“Oh, yeah. You wanna fuck me?”
“Hell, yeah.” I squirted some of the lube onto my penis and then passed the bottle to Scooter so that he could get himself ready. Once he was done, he set the lube bottle back on the nightstand as I lined myself up. “You ready?” I asked.
“Yeah… go slow…I ain’t been fucked in a while.”
“Ok.” I pushed my penis against Scooter’s ass and felt his body begin to open up to me, letting me slide in deeper until I was completely inside my cousin’s body. Once I was inside him, I began to move slowly.
“Oh, yeah… fuck me…” Scooter whispered.
“Oh, yeah…” I whispered back. “Fuck, you’re tight…. damn, it’s good inside you…”
Scooter’s only response was an inarticulate moan as he reached back and grabbed my ass with one hand as he stroked his penis with his other hand.
It’d been a long time since I’d fucked anyone. Most of the time in the Club, I’d been the one to get fucked, which was a wonderful thing in of itself. But now, as each thrust of my hips brought me closer to an orgasm inside my cousin’s tight ass, I remembered how much fun it was to just flat out fuck someone.
“Uh… oh… oh, Parr… Parr, I’m cumming…” Scooter whispered. Moments later I felt his ass contract around my thrusting penis as his sperm splattered out all over his nude body.
Just then I heard the sound of the shower turning off. That was my cue. I grunted and pushed deeper into Scooter’s ass, as deep as I could, holding myself there as my penis sprayed his insides with my sperm.
As soon as I was done cumming, I pulled out of Scooter, gave him one last kiss, and the two of us got back into our boxers, then quickly resumed our positions with him on the floor and me on the bed. By the time Royce came back into the room, it was like nothing had happened, aside from Scooter quickly getting up and dashing into the bathroom to clean up. When he got back, he got into my bed, Royce got into his, and soon all three of us were sound asleep.
* * *
That night, as Scooter and I laid side-by-side in our boxers, myself facing the wall and Scooter spooning up against me, I had a very pleasant, very sexual dream. I didn’t remember any of the details, but it was quite nice.
Then I slowly began to wake up, acutely aware of some very good feelings going through my body. Eventually my brain began to process things, and I realized that Scooter’s hand was inside my boxers. He was slowly stroking my penis.
I turned my head around and looked at him as best as I could. “Hey,” I whispered.
“Mmm… that feels good…”
“Yeah… let me make you cum, ok?”
“Ok,” I said, quite amenable to an early morning orgasm from someone else. I knew there was a possibility Royce might wake up and see what we were doing, but I figured Scooter knew the risks. Besides, it felt good, and I had no inclination to stop him.
As Scooter’s hand moved slowly up and down on my penis, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift. I was really happy right now. Happier than I’d been since the hurricane hit. Being masturbated by my cousin certainly was helping with that.
I reached back and fumbled around behind me until my questing hand found Scooter’s hard penis. I began stroking him in time to his masturbating of me.
“You don’t have to do anything, Parr…” whispered Scooter.
The two of us masturbated each other quietly from that point, the good feelings building up in both our bodies. It didn’t take more than a few moments before I began cumming, my sperm blasting all over the bed sheets. A few seconds later, Scooter shot his load all over the backside of my boxers. It wasn’t the best orgasm I’d ever had, but, hey, who cared? I got off, and so did Scoot, and that’s all that mattered.
Once we were done, we both got out of bed, cleaned ourselves up and made ready for the day, Royce snoozing away the entire time. He was so clueless. I wondered what he would’ve thought if he’d known his brother and cousin were having gay sex mere feet from him. Probably he’d explode. I could hope.
Soon everyone in the trailer was up and ready for the morning. It was a Saturday, and nice outside. Not as nice as it would’ve been if we’d been living in a house and not a trailer, but oh, well.
During breakfast, Dad said, “Ok, kids. We adults are heading into Biloxi today. There’s some stuff we need to get. Royce, Scooter, you guys need to come along. We’ll need your help moving things. Parr, I want you and Bobbi-Lee to get the trailer cleaned up, and then try and get some of the debris around here cleared up as best as you can.”
“Ok, Dad,” I said.
Bobbi-Lee seemed less than thrilled, but she didn’t say anything, other than, “Ok.”
The next hour or so was spent with everyone else getting ready to leave. At one point, just before they all left, my dad pulled me aside.
“Listen, Parr, we’re leaving Bobbi-Lee here with you for a good reason.”
Nodding, my dad said, “Well, she’s been stuck around her brothers for the last several months now, and I thought giving them a chance to get away from her, and vice versa, would be a good idea.”
“Oh, ok. Yeah, that makes sense. What are you guys doing today, anyhow?”
“We’re mostly going out clothes and food shopping down at the Wal-Mart. Bobbi-Lee and her mother both got some new clothes from a church group last month, but the boys basically haven’t had anything new since the hurricane.”
I nodded. “Ok. Bring me a pizza.”
Dad laughed. “Well, I guess we can arrange something. You and Bobbi-Lee get some work done to earn it, ok?”
“Ok.” Dad ruffled my hair and moments later he and everyone else was gone.
“So,” I said, going over to Bobbi-Lee. “You ready to work?”
“Yeah. Let’s get to it.”
The two of us spent about an hour-and-a-half cleaning up the trailer. My family had cleaned it pretty completely a couple days ago, before the cousins had arrived, but since they’d gotten here it was getting a little messy again. Plus there were dishes to wash, things to put away, laundry to do, etc.
In fact it was while doing laundry that Bobbi-Lee took off her t-shirt and tossed it into the washer, leaving her wearing a rather interesting looking wife-beater (do you still call them that when girls were them?). It was fairly tight on her, but loose enough that a couple times when she moved I could clearly see her breasts, nipples and all! Now THAT got me hard! They weren’t much, but they were enough to fuel my fires. I remembered playing “Show Me” with her back a few years ago and wondered to myself if she’d be up for another game of that now.
Bobbi-Lee must’ve caught me staring. “What?” she asked looking at me.
I shrugged, and went for honesty. “Nothing. I just don’t remember you having those before.” I pointed to her breasts. “You look nice with them.”
She blushed brightly. “Oh… well… thank you. They aren’t very big yet or anything.”
Now feeling very bold, I said, “No, they look fine. Well, probably. I can’t see them very well right now, with your shirt in the way.”
“Uhm… well, yeah.”
“Would you mind taking it off? Just so that I can see? I’ll take off mine,” I added, and removed my shirt before she could reply.
“Well…” She looked at my chest. “Uh… ok.” Blushing a little again, Bobbi-Lee reached down and pulled her wife-beater up and off her body, leaving her topless.
I drank in the sight of her pre-teen breasts. They were indeed small, but there they were. I wanted to do any number of things to them, but I knew that at this point I’d have to take it slow.
“They do look very nice,” I said, taking a step towards my cousin. “May I?” I asked, reaching out a hand. Before she could reply, I let it rest on her beast, feeling the nipple hardening under my palm. “Oh, very nice.”
“Thank you,” she mumbled.
“Does this feel nice?” I asked, circling a finger around her hard nipple.
“What about this?” I asked, bowing my head and leaning down. I gently flicked my tongue against her nipple a couple times, then sucked it lightly, getting very turned on by the fact that I was, at last, getting to do something with a girl!
“Oh…” she whimpered. “Oh, that feels very nice…”
I began kissing my way up her chest and neck, then when I got to her mouth, I began kissing her very passionately, working my tongue inside to rub against hers. Bobbi-Lee responded, even wrapping her arms around me, and was obviously getting into this.
We stood there in the laundry room for a good five minutes, just making out with each other. Then I took her by the hand and said, “Come on.”
Bobbi-Lee hesitated for a moment. “Ok,” she finally said.
We walked down the small hallway. Once we got to my bedroom, I pulled my cousin down onto my bed. As soon as we were laying down, we began kissing again, one my hands resting on, and rubbing, one of her breasts.
“Have you ever done anything like this before, Parr?” Bobbi-Lee asked between kisses.
“Yeah,” I said, which was technically true. “You?”
“Do you like it so far?”
I grinned. “Me, too.”
As we resumed our kissing, I moved my hand off her beasts and down lower, until I reached her jeans. I ran my finger along her stomach a few times, and then let my hand drift down until I was resting it right on the denim itself.
Everything had gone well up to this point, so I decided to take the next step. I moved my hand around and began slowly unbuttoning and then unzipping my cousin’s jeans, opening them up and exposing her white panties.
Now I let my fingers run along the hem of her panties, teasingly letting my fingertip slip inside them a couple times. Then when I basically figured I could get away with it, I let my fingers slip underneath the fabric until my entire hand was inside.
I felt a brief moment of sensory confusion as my hand failed to find a penis between her legs. I was so used to sex with other boys that I just expected there to be one, even though I knew, of course, there wouldn’t be. What I felt instead was a small amount of hair and a slit of warm, slightly wet, flesh that felt just exquisite to touch.
I let my fingers roam all around my cousin’s vagina while I kept kissing her. It felt very weird down there, though not at all bad. What I was really wanting to find was… ah… that was probably it, I thought, as I felt a place that seemed especially damp. I pressed my finger against it and felt the tip slide inside. Yep, that was the place. Knowing that, I now pushed my entire finger inside, getting off on how wonderful it felt feeling her yielding flesh along my finger.
“Oh… oh, Parr…” Bobbi-Lee whispered. I was starting to get used to my cousins whispering my name in passion.
I began kissing my way down her body at the same time as I started to pull her jeans off. I figured she’d probably stop me at some point, but she didn’t, and after only a minute or so I had her laying completely naked and spread legged on my bed.
I took a moment to admire my cousin’s nude body. I’d seen her vagina a couple years back when we’d done our “Show Me” thing, but now it had a few strands on it. Her hips were beginning to appear, too, and, as I’d noticed before, her breasts looked fantastic.
“You are so beautiful,” I said with utter sincerity.
“Thank you, Parr…”
I took a moment to slip out my jeans, but kept my boxer shorts on. I didn’t want Bobbi-Lee to get all freaked out. She did get a little concerned, I think, cause she started to close her legs, but then she relaxed and spread them even wider.
Looking down at my cousin’s vagina, I knew exactly what I needed to do. I laid down on the bed as best as I could, kissing her inner thighs and working my way down. Eventually I reached that wonderful delta between her legs and began kissing and licking all the girlflesh I could find down there.
I thought Bobbi-Lee was enjoying what I’d been doing before, but now I could see it was just a warm up to the main event, as she actually started making little mewing noises as my tongue ran along her vagina. When I began to work it, and a finger, into her she really went nuts, moaning my name as I pleasured her with my tongue.
I was frankly impressed and pretty proud of myself. I’d often thought about going down on a girl, and I’d talked with Dothan a lot about it before the Club broke up. I was happy to know that all the tips I’d picked up over the last year or so weren’t totally useless.
I kept my face down between Bobbi-Lee’s legs for a good several minutes, doing my best to make her feel as good as I possibly could. There was something else I wanted to get into her vagina, and I knew the odds of getting to do that went up the better I made her feel.
Eventually I figured I’d done the job as well as it was going to get done. I reached down, as I continued to lick her vagina, and pulled my boxers off, leaving me completely naked. Then I sat up on my knees between my cousin’s legs, letting her see me nude. Not surprisingly, her eyes riveted themselves to my erect penis.
Now I moved a little closer, and lowered my body down some, so that I was laying on top of her. We began kissing again as I took my penis in my hand and rubbed the tip of it against my cousin’s vagina a few times, watching her face twitch each time I rubbed it against her clitoris.
I reckoned now was the moment. I placed the tip of my penis against the entrance to Bobbi-Lee’s vagina and let it rest there for a few seconds as I kept kissing her. Then I pushed forward just a little, feeling the tip slide part way inside her.
Just as I was about to push all the way into Bobbi-Lee’s vagina, she put a hand on my shoulder and said, “Parr… Parr, wait…”
“Wait?” I gasped.
“Yeah… I don’t want to do… that… yet… ok?”
My mind was spinning. I said, “Are you sure?” as I let the tip of my penis slip all the way into her vagina.
“Ooooooh…” she moaned. “Oh… yeah… I’m sure… ok…?”
I worked the tip of my penis back and forth inside her. “Can I keep just the tip inside?” I pleaded.
“Please? It’s already in you, so it’s not like it’s a big deal, right? Not that much different from when my finger was in there.” I moved it around a little more, careful not to let it slide out. “Besides, it feels good, right?”
“Yeah…” She swallowed. “Ok… you can keep the tip in me…”
“Cool…” I whispered. I began moving my hips in a steady motion, determined to keep as much of the tip of my penis inside her vagina as I could, and also trying to open her up a little and get her as wet as possible. It felt incredibly good! I could only imagine how much better actually fucking must feel!
“Mmmm… that’s so nice…” Bobbi-Lee cooed under me.
I began kissing her again. Then an idea hit. “Wrap your legs around me.”
“Like this?” she asked, wrapping them around my waist.
“Oh, yes…” I whispered, feeling her vagina open up just a little more. I let some of the shaft of my penis sink down into her. I pulled back a little and pushed forward again, feeling even more slide in.
“Oh… Parr… don’t…” she said, tightening her legs around my waist.
I held myself steady with about a third of my penis inside Bobbi-Lee’s vagina. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to,” I lied. “It’s just that when you put your legs around me…”
“It feels good though, huh?” I asked, sliding around inside her.
“Yeah… real good…” she said, kissing me again.
I started pseudo-fucking my cousin in earnest now, amazed by how good this felt, even though only a third of my penis was inside her. I was actually having to try not to cum too soon. It was like getting the best blow job I’d ever had! Again, I wondered what it would be like to be all the way inside her.
After a couple minutes of this, I deliberately let some more of my penis slide into my cousin’s vagina, until I was halfway inside. I took a deep breath and looked down, seeing myself stuck into her.
Then I kissed Bobbi-Lee a few more times and said, “Bobbi-Lee?”
“Please… let me put the rest in… just so we can feel what it’s like… if you want me to take it out right away, I will, but I just want to know what it’s like. Don’t you?”
“Well… yeah… but…”
“Please?” I asked, then kissed her some more. “Just… I promise… I’ll take it out if you want me to…”
“I don’t know…”
“Come on… I’m already halfway inside you… it feels good, right? So let me put the rest in… please?”
I could tell she was thinking about it. I kept moving the half of my penis that was inside her back and forth, wanting to scramble her mind with pleasure. She swallowed nervously, and then said, “Well… ok… but you have to take it out… if I want you to…”
“I will,” I promised again, and meant it. It seemed a safe gamble. “Are you ready?”
I pulled back with my hips until I was almost completely out of her, then pushed back in, sinking about three-quarters of the way inside. Then I pulled back and pushed forward again, and just that easily I managed to get every inch of my thirteen-year-old virgin penis embedded securely and happily inside my cousin’s twelve-year-old virgin vagina.
My mind was spinning. I was doing it! I was fucking a girl! I was a man now! Oh, holy shit! I couldn’t believe how incredible this was! Yeah, fucking a guy was sweet, and tighter, but this was SOOOOO much nicer! I couldn’t believe how great it was!
Looking down at Bobbi-Lee, I could see her mouth wide open in bliss. I imagined I probably looked much the same way. I’d never experienced anything as awesome and mind-blowing as this was!
Now I began fucking my cousin with a slow, steady motion. I kept my body held pretty high over her as I did so, fucking her kind of like I would fuck a boy. You know, making sure the boy would be able to jerk off while I was fucking him. I knew Bobbi-Lee couldn’t do that, of course, but I was still trying to give her as much pleasure as I could, not wanting her to tell me to stop. From the look on her face, there wasn’t much danger of that. She was obviously enjoying it was much as I was.
I’d already been having trouble holding back my orgasm. Now I knew there was no chance of keeping it at bay. I began fucking faster and faster and then, suddenly, my orgasm hit. I gritted my teeth, pushed as deep into Bobbi-Lee’s vagina as I could and let out a low moan of total bliss as, for the first time in my life, my sperm began spraying into a girl’s body.
Once I was done cumming, I lowered myself completely onto Bobbi-Lee’s naked body, breathing hard and kissing her as I kept my penis within her vagina. Eventually I rolled off her and laid next to her on the bed, both of us trying to recover.
After a few minutes, I asked, “So… what did you think?”
“It was pretty awesome,” she confessed. “Did you like it?”
“Cool… so… like… we’ve had sex now, huh?”
“So are you my boyfriend?” she asked, looking at me.
“Do you want me to be?”
Bobbi-Lee shrugged. “If you want.”
I put an arm around her. “Sure.”
“So I did everything ok? It felt good and stuff?”
“Yeah, I said it did.”
“I just wanted to make sure.”
Bobbi-Lee giggled. “If it hadn’t felt good, I would’ve made you stop.”
“Yeah. I’m glad you didn’t.”
“Me, too,” she said as she leaned over and started kissing me again.
I began kissing her back as I let my hand move down between her legs. I could feel a little of my sperm oozing out of her vagina. Knowing that I’d put it there gave me a little thrill of excitement and caused my penis to return to full hardness.
Bobbi-Lee shyly put her hand on my erection. “It’s so warm!” she said in a surprised tone.
“I liked it when you had it inside me.”
“Me, too,” I replied, kissing her again.
“Do you want to put it back inside me?” she asked between kisses.
“Oh, hell, yeah.”
“Ok.” She got back onto her back and spread her legs wide. I quite enthusiastically got between them. Taking my penis in my hand, I rubbed it gently against my cousin’s pre-teen vagina to make sure I was in the right place, and then pushed forward, sliding smoothly and easily into her.
Myself and Bobbi-Lee both moaned as I entered her again. She reached back and placed her hands on my butt as I sank down into her and kept them there as I began slowly fucking her.
“You got a real nice butt, Parr,” she said with a smile.
“Mmm… thanks…” I whispered back as I kept fucking her, enveloped in the pleasurable warmth of her tight vagina.
Bobbi-Lee moved one of her hands up onto my shoulder, and pulled me down so that I was laying completely on top of her. This changed the angle of my thrusts, and felt better than it hand when I was holding myself above her. I buried my head in her shoulder as I continued fucking, a little faster now.
Part of my mind was still amazed at how incredibly cool this was. The fact that two people could make each other feel as good as this was so wonderful! I mean, I’d known for a while that boys could do that, but now I was seeing how boys and girls could, and it was great!
As we fucked, I noticed that Bobbi-Lee was breathing harder and harder. If she was a boy, I’d have thought she was going to have an orgasm, but girls didn’t have those. Did they?
Suddenly she let out a very loud moan. Her body tensed up and she pulled hard on my butt. At the same time I felt her vagina start to contract very sharply around my penis, almost tugging and milking it. Well… now I knew girls could, in fact, have orgasms.
My orgasm had been approaching rapidly, and when hers hit, mine wasn’t far behind. Only seconds after she was done cumming, I began painting the inside of her vagina with another load of my sperm.
This time I pulled out of her almost as soon as I was done cumming. We laid there together on my bed, panting and recovering after our second bout of intercourse. I still couldn’t believe we’d done it not once, but twice! God, this was great!
Bobbi-Lee sat up. “I gotta go clean up. I’ll be right back, ok?”
I watched my nude cousin get up and walk out of the room. She really looked cute like that! I was still totally blown away by the fact that I’d fucked her. I wasn’t a virgin anymore! If you were only thirteen and you’d already lost your virginity, you were doing pretty well for yourself! I laid back and grinned like an idiot.
Bobbi-Lee came back in a few moments later. I smiled at her. “You look so pretty,” I said, my penis stiffening back up.
She giggled a little as she got back onto the bed with me. “Thanks.”
We both laid back down on the bed, snuggling up together. Not really doing anything yet, just holding each other. It was really sweet, and pretty erotic, too. If I hadn’t already had a raging hardon, that would’ve been enough to give me one, and fairly quickly I was back to sucking on one of her beasts while rubbing at her vagina as she stroked my penis.
“Mmmmm… Parr… we should probably get back to cleaning up outside and stuff… like your dad wanted…”
“Yeah,” I conceded. “Or we could have sex again, THEN go out and clean.”
Bobbi-Lee laughed. “God, we’ve created a monster!”
I kissed her again as I continued fingering her. “Is it my fault I’ve got such a beautiful, wonderful cousin?”
“Well, that’s true,” she replied with a grin.
“How about you get on top this time?” I asked, rolling onto my back and holding my penis straight up.
“Oh, you can do it that way?”
“Yeah,” I said, thinking about all the times I’d ridden on my brother or Ramble.
“Ok.” Bobbi-Lee straddled my waist. I held my penis steady while she lined herself up and then slowly lowered her vagina down around me until I was deep inside her wonderful young body.
“Aaaaah…” I breathed as we coupled for the third time.
“Ooooo… you’re in deeper this way…” she whispered.
“Yeah… plus I can do this…” I reached down and began rubbing at her clitoris with one hand and cupped her breast with the other.
“Oooooooh… oh, yes…”
I kept doing that as I relaxed and let Bobbi-Lee take care of my penis. Again, this was a lot different from having sex with a boy, but that was not at all a bad thing. I loved having sex with other boys, and I knew that even if I was getting some from Bobbi-Lee on a regular basis I’d still want to do it with other guys, too.
It took longer for me to cum this third time than it had the previous two. But it was still less than five minutes after I got my penis inside my cousin’s vagina that I was pumping my sperm up into her, enjoying every second of it.
Once we were done we both cleaned up and got dressed and soon were outside doing the work we were supposed to be doing. I was stoked! Sure I hated doing the work, but a whole new chapter had started up in my life, and I was going to enjoy it!
* * *
I wanted to get together with Scooter or Bobbi-Lee again that day, either by themselves or together, which might’ve been cool, but I didn’t get the chance. Bobbi-Lee and I had been talking about fucking again, but before we were able to everyone else came home, and I wasn’t able to get Scoot alone at any point. So I went the rest of the day with no nookie. But given how much I’d had in the last couple days, that was ok.
I grinned a little thinking about that. From nothing since Katrina to getting it on with a guy and a girl in the same twenty-four hour period. Life was suddenly improving dramatically for lucky little Parr!
We didn’t get the chance to have sex the next day, either. Our whole family went out to Biloxi for the day, which was pretty cool. We went and saw a movie and went out to dinner, then did some shopping.
At one point I managed to slip away from everyone else and found a payphone. I got out the phonecard I kept for such occasions and dialed Ramble’s number. The phone rang a couple times and then someone answered.
“Hey, Ms Beauchamps! It’s Parr.”
“Oh, Parr! How are you and your family doing?”
“We’re doing fine. Hey, is Peabo around?”
“Yes, he is. I’ll go get him.”
There was silence for a minute or so, then I heard my brother’s voice, “Hey, Parr! How’s it going down there?”
“Oh, things are going well. You got some privacy?”
I heard him moving around then, “Yeah, I do now. What’s up?”
“Well, I can’t be part of the Boy’s Club anymore,” I bragged.
Peabo was quiet for a moment. I could hear him sorting that out in his mind. Then he laughed. “Oh, really? Who was the lucky girl?”
Peabo sounded amazed. “Are you serious?”
“Damn! Not bad.”
“I’m doing Scooter, too.”
Peabo laughed again. “God, you’re turning into Ramble all of a sudden.”
I heard Ramble call out, “Tell Parr he could never be so lucky as to be me!”
“You hear that?”
“Yeah,” I said with a laugh.
“Anyhow, well, good going. Just don’t get caught or anything.”
“I won’t,” I promised. I was about to say some more stuff, but then I saw the family comming my way. “I gotta get going. I’ll talk with you later! Give Ramble some good head for me.”
Peabo laughed. “I will. Take care, little brother!”
I said my goodbyes and hung up, wandering off to join my family.
* * *
Monday finally rolled around. My Dad headed out to work and my Mom and Peggy-Jean went out to look for a job together. This left me alone with my cousins. What to do, I thought, oh, what to do! Spoiled for choice. I knew I’d do either Scooter or Bobbi-Lee today. It was just a matter of who. I figured I’d let circumstances dictate it.
Well, circumstance is a fine thing, but I was quickly learning that it was a very slow thing as well. So at one point while we were all watching TV, I said, “Hey, Scoot. Come help me with something really quick.”
Scooter and I walked back to the bedroom. Once we were there, I shut the door, turned to my cousin and said, “Drop your pants.”
“I wanna suck you off. Drop your pants.”
“Right now?” he asked, looking around.
“You want a blowjob or not? Drop your pants.”
Scooter thought for another second or two, then very quickly pulled his pants and boxers down, revealing an already hardening penis. I dropped to my knees in front of him and took his shaft in my hand. I gave it a couple licks and then wrapped my mouth around it.
“Oooooh… oh, yeah…” he whispered, running his hands through my hair.
I eagerly moved back and forth on my older cousin’s penis, savoring the sensation of it inside my mouth. I’d gone for blowing Scooter instead of fucking Bobbi-Lee partly cause I thought it would be faster, partly because I owed him an orgasm and partly to make sure that I still liked sex with guys after doing it with a girl.
“Uh… ooooh… you… you want me… to do… anything?” gasped Scooter as I kept sucking on him.
“No,” I replied, pulling my mouth off his penis, be continuing to stroke him. “I owe you one from yesterday morning.” I resumed my blowjob.
I continued teasing my cousin’s penis with my tongue, stroking as much of his shaft as I could, doing my best to get him off as fast as possible. I figured I had maybe two or three more minutes before either Bobbi-Lee or Royce came looking for us. Her I could deal with. Hell, under different circumstances, a nice threeway would be a good thing. But if it was Royce… well…
Actually, the more I thought about Royce, the more I realized I was going to have to deal with him one way or the other at some point. I’d either have to fight him or fuck him. Given the choice… oh, hell, I couldn’t decide. I’d just wait to see.
“Parr…? Oh… I… I’m cumming…”
I held my head steady as Scooter’s penis began to twitch, firing his sperm down my throat. I swallowed every drop, pleased beyond all reason to be giving pleasure of this sort to my cousin.
Once Scooter was done cumming, I stood up and hugged and kissed him, letting him taste the residue of his sperm in my mouth. Then I gave his ass a gentle squeeze and said, “Come on. We better get back out there before they wonder what’s happening.”
“Ok.” He pulled up his pants and the two of us went back out to the living room, the others none the wiser.
The rest of the day was pretty boring and uneventful. Mom and Aunt Peggy-Jean didn’t find jobs, but they did both end up with job interviews. Dad’s job, he worked for the City of La Fontaine, was something he never talked about these days. I know a lot of the work he had to do since the huricane really tore him up. The only time he’d ever talked with me about it had been two weeks after Katrina when he talked about having to assist in corpse recovery. He’d gotten really drunk after that conversation.
Eventually we all headed to bed. I made sure that I was on the outside part of my bed, with Scooter sleeping up against the wall. Once I knew he and Royce were sleeping soundly, I got out of bed, grabbed some clothes and dashed into the bathroom to change. When I was clothed, I crept into the living room where Bobbi-Lee was sleeping.
“Bobbi-Lee,” I whispered, shaking her shoulder. “Hey, wake up…”
“Mmmm?” She opened her eyes and looked up at me. “Parr?”
“Yeah… I can’t sleep. You wanna go for a walk outside?”
She wrinkled her nose. “In the middle of the night you want to go for a walk?”
“I had other things in mind, too,” I admitted, wiggling my eyebrows.
Bobbi-Lee rolled her eyes. “I don’t know…”
“Come on. It’s a nice night outside.”
“Well… ok. Let me get some clothes on.”
Bobbi-Lee got her clothes on, stopped long enough to write a note and place it on her pillow, so that if anyone woke up they wouldn’t worry, and then we headed outside into the cool November night.
We walked around a little, enjoying the night air and actually spending some time just talking with each other. Well, mostly she talked and I listened. I got the impression she’d been feeling really lonely the last couple months. I could certainly understand that.
About a half-hour after we left the trailer, Bobbi-Lee said, “We should probably get back.”
“Yeah…” I put an arm around her waist. “You wanna do it before we do?”
She looked down. “What, like on the ground or something?”
“No, no. I’ve got an idea.”
I led her into an area away from the trailer, out in some trees near what was left of the clubhouse. Once we were out of view, I began unzipping my jeans and said, “Pull your pants and panties down.” I felt a great deal of deja vu.
“Alright.” She pulled them down about the same time as mine dropped. We stood there naked from the waist down. “Now what?”
“Turn around and hold on the tree there,” I said, stroking my penis as I took a couple steps towards her.
“Yeah, now bend over a little.”
I got behind Bobbi-Lee and poked around with my penis until I found the entrance to her vagina. The angle was a little weird for me. I was used to fucking other boys like this. But eventually I found the right place, and pushed, feeling my erection slide back into my cousin’s body once more.
Once I was inside I began fucking her slowly. She wasn’t as wet as she had been the other times we’d done it. I knew from what I’d read and heard that girls got wetter the more foreplay they had, and she hadn’t had any this time. Still, it felt good for me and I wanted it to feel good for her, too. I did notice that the more I moved my penis around inside her vagina the wetter she seemed to get, so that was a good thing.
As Bobbi-Lee and I fucked, I thought about Peabo. I knew he’d fucked that girl back in Seattle. Kelly, or whatever her name was. What I didn’t know is how he, or Ramble, could fuck a girl and decide they’d rather have sex with just boys. I liked it with both so much I didn’t see that I could ever pick just one!
Of course, I also remember hearing that Kelly had gotten pregnant. I wondered if Bobbi-Lee might get pregnant by me, or if she might already be pregnant. Well, either way, I made a mental note to talk with her about it. I didn’t mind the idea of having a baby, but I was only thirteen.
Ironically all thoughts of getting Bobbi-Lee pregnant vanished in the next few moments as I began to climax, shooting yet another load of potent sperm deep into her wonderfully tight pre-teen vagina.
Keeping my penis inside my cousin’s vagina I kissed her and said, “See? I told you that would work.”
“Yeah… felt nice, too.”
“Cool.” I suddenly felt the chill in the air. Shivering a little, I pulled my penis out of her and said, “We probably should get back.”
We got dressed and, arms around each other, walked back to the trailer, where we found the note still on the couch, our parents none the wiser.
* * *
Two weeks went by…
I alternated between having sex with Bobbi-Lee one day and Scooter the next. Sometimes I did them both in the same day, but usually it was either one or the other. I kept meaning to get around to talking with Bobbi-Lee about pregnancy, but I never seemed to do it. Oh, well. I’m sure she knew the risks and must’ve not thought it was a big deal. Frankly, all I really cared about was the fact that I was now getting even more sex than I had when the Club was still a going concern.
The really good news, though, was that tomorrow the FEMA trailer for my cousins and aunt was supposed to arrive! It was going to be here in time for Thanksgiving, which was even cooler, cause Peabo was going to be back here for the holiday.
The bad part about THAT was that today, as we got the ground cleared and ready for the trailer, Royce kept making comments about my brother’s sexuality.
Finally I got fed up with it and said, “Royce? Why don’t you shut the fuck up before I kick your ass?”
Royce snorted. “Yeah, we know what you’d like to do with my ass, you little fag.”
I threw down the rake I was using. “Royce. I’m serious. I’ll wreck you if you don’t shut the fuck up.”
He laughed in my face. “Yeah, like a little pussy like you could do anything. You’d probably rather be blowing Peabo yourself, huh?”
That was it. I jumped on Royce and began punching him hard in the ribs. He started punching back, as Bobbi-Lee cheered us on while Scooter went running off calling for our parents.
Royce, I quickly learned, wasn’t a bad fighter. I was better, though, at least I was more willing to fight dirty, as I proved at one point when I grabbed hold of Royce’s penis and testicles through his shorts and yanked hard on them, getting a loud howl of pain from my cousin.
Then he was on top of me, rubbing my face in the dirt. Before I could do anything else, he was grabbed off me by my dad. My mom helped me to stand up while Royce’s mom and my dad held him back. Then they frog-marched us into the house.
There began about an hour of them reading the Riot Act to us. Making it clear that Royce needed to stop mocking Peabo, and making it clear that I needed to find a different way to act out. Frankly, the whole thing shouldn’t have taken more than a few minutes, but they insisted on spending an hour on it. Finally we were both allowed to clean up and then sent into my bedroom for the rest of the day until dinner, about three hours away.
For about twenty minutes we both laid there in sullen silence. Finally I said, “Royce? What’s your problem with gay people?”
He didn’t say anything at first, but then shrugged. “I don’t know. Dad always said they were fucked up, you know?”
I sighed a little. “Royce, you know Peabo. You know he’s a good guy. Why do you care if he’s gay or not?”
“I don’t know,” he repeated. “I just do.”
I sat up and looked at my cousin. “But, look, so he’s gay. He’s still Peabo. He’s still family.”
I took a deep breath. “Look. Your dad is pretty fucked up. We all know it. If he wasn’t he wouldn’t have left you guys in the lurch like that after Katrina.” I held up a hand to stop him from retorting angrily. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
Royce glared at me, then stood up and began pacing. Finally he said, “No… you’re not wrong. He’s still my dad, though.”
“So you still care about him?”
“Cause he’s your family.”
“Peabo’s still your cousin.”
“He’s still family, too.”
Royce was silent for a good long time. Then he said, “Yeah…”
“So I don’t think you should hate gay people, but even if you do, you can’t be hating on Peabo, ok?”
Royce sighed. “Yeah. I guess you’re right, Parr.”
“Course I’m right,” I said with a smile, then rubbed at an eye that Royce had blackened during our fight.
“I got you good, didn’t I?” He said, looking down at me with a little bit of pride.
I made a face at him. “I got you pretty good, too.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said, grimacing as he rubbed a little at his crotch.
I winced a little. “I didn’t hurt you too bad when I did that?”
“No, it’s mostly ok, see?” He pulled down his shorts and boxers, letting his penis flop out into view. He took it in his hand and moved it side-to-side. “No permanent damage or anything.”
I stared at Royce’s penis for a good long time. It was soft, but looked like it was pretty good sized when hard. He had somewhat reddish-brown pubes, similar to Peabo’s, actually. Frankly, it was pretty fucking beautiful, and I desperately wanted it in my mouth.
Acutely aware of how hard my own penis was getting, I said to Royce, “I’m real sorry about that. It was a pretty low blow.”
“Yeah… well, not the kind of blow I’d like to get down there,” he said with a chuckle, wiggling his penis.
“Hey, what’s that spot?” I asked, pointing vaguely at my cousin’s penis.
“What spot?” he asked, looking down.
“Right there,” I said, pointing.
“I don’t see anything,” Royce replied, letting go of his penis and staring down at it.
Seeing my chance, I repeated, “Right here,” and then reached out to take my cousin’s penis in my hand, giving it a couple gentle tugs as I looked closely at it.
Royce froze completely as I held his penis. I felt it stiffening in my hand as I gave it a couple more strokes. “Parr?” he whispered.
“You said you wanted a certain kind of blow down here?” I asked.
Royce’s penis was now completely hard and about six inches long. I opened my mouth, gave the tip a little lick, then wrapped my lips around the shaft, taking him all the way into my mouth and licking along the shaft with my tongue.
“Parr?” he whispered. “Oh… what the fuck…”
As I continued to suck on Royce’s penis, I moved one of my hands back to cup his smooth, firm ass. He was really hot, I was discovering. At some point I was going to have to have him fuck me. In fact…
I kept sucking on Royce while I began to unzip and unbutton my shorts. Once they were open I wiggled out of them, not missing a beat as I got naked from the waist down, continuing to suck on my cousin’s penis the entire time.
I began stroking my own penis now while I kept sucking on my cousin. He was obviously getting more and more confused by what was going on, but wasn’t saying anything or stopping me.
“Lay down,” I whispered, pushing him back onto his bed.
“Uh… ok…” Royce said, laying down, his penis stiff and pulsing.
I grabbed a small bottle of lube from my nightstand and squirted some into my hand. I rubbed it all over my cousin’s penis, getting it good and slippery, then worked some up into my ass. Once everything was ready I straddled Royce’s waist.
“You ever fuck anyone before?” I asked.
“But, wait, Parr, I’m not…”
“Shush…” I held his penis straight up and slowly began to lower myself down onto it. It’d been a while since I’d been fucked, but I was determined to take my cousin’s cherry and be the first person he fucked. It took nearly two minutes, but I eventually managed to get him all the way inside my ass.
Once he was securely inside me, I smiled down at Royce. “There,” I said, a little breathlessly. “How’s that feel?”
Grinning, I pulled up Royce’s shirt and began sucking on one of his nipples as I began moving on his penis, feeling its hard warmth deep inside my body. Man, I missed getting fucked. Back before I joined the Club, the idea of being fucked by another guy would’ve made me shit five kinds of panic, but now… now I knew how wonderful it could be.
“Fuck…” he moaned a little, looking up at me. “You are a fag…”
I put my hands on his shoulders, resting all my weight on them as I sank down onto his penis as far as I could get. Then I said, “Royce… I’ve fucked more girls than you have. And you’ve got your dick up my ass. If I’m a fag, you’re half a fag for fucking me.”
“You… you’ve fucked girls?”
“Yeah.” I took his unresisting hand and placed it around my penis. “That’s been inside a vagina. Your sister’s vagina, to be exact.”
Royce looked stunned. “You’ve fucked Bobbi-Lee?”
“Shit!” He looked at my penis, still holding it in his hand. “Wow…”
“Don’t tell anyone though, ok, or I’ll tell them you fucked me.”
“I won’t,” he promised. He stroked my penis a little. “When was the last time you fucked her?”
“A couple hours ago.”
“Wow…” he whispered. I felt his penis twitch inside me.
Getting an idea, I said, “You wanna see what your sister’s vagina taste like?”
“Open your mouth.”
“Ok…” he said like he knew what was coming.
I lifted myself up, Royce’s penis sliding out from inside me. I placed my own penis against his lips and pushed it inside. He closed his mouth and I felt his tongue run along the shaft for a few seconds. I let him do that for a bit then pulled out and slid back onto his erection.
“There… what did you think?”
“Tasted cool… you really fucked my sister, huh?”
“Yeah…” I guided his hand back to my penis.
“Wow…” He began stroking me slowly.
“How much you guys do it?” he asked, breathing a little harder.
“At least once or twice a day…” I said as I rode his penis.
“What’s it like…”
“Like this… only better…”
I leaned down, my lips only inches from his as I rode his penis. “You want to fuck your sister, don’t you?”
“Yeah…” he whispered.
I moved even closer. “You want your penis where mine was, huh?”
“Oh, god, yeah…”
I kissed Royce on the mouth, pleased that he kissed back. “I’ll try to make it happen…”
“Oh, fuck…” he whispered, stroking me ever faster. “Fuck… fuck, I’m gonna… oh, I’m cumming…” Seconds later his penis began kicking inside my ass as his sperm shot up into me on a pointless quest to make me pregnant. After he was done, I sat back on him and jerked quickly until my sperm shot out all over his smooth, bare chest.
Once we were both done cumming, I lifted myself off my cousin’s body and laid down next to him on the bed. “There…” I whispered. “Now you’ve been laid.”
“Yeah…” Royce said with a grin. Then he frowned. “Yeah, but, Parr… it was with you… this makes me a fag now.”
“Royce,” I said with a sigh. “You want to fuck your sister. That makes straight. Makes you a pervert, but a straight pervert.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
He still didn’t sound entirely convinced. I began to clean myself up and while I did so, I told him all about the Boy’s Club, emphasizing that what we did we did for pleasure and that almost all the boys in the Club ended up straight.
Royce sounded a little more convinced after that, and asked, “So are you really going to try and get Bobbi-Lee to let me fuck her?”
I shook my head and stuck my tongue out at him. “You are so white trash.”
“Yeah, and you’re a fag,” he replied, but with no real malice and a grin on his face.
I leaned down and gave him another kiss, pleased that he kissed me back. “I’ll do what I can, ok? Don’t let her know anything, right?”
“I won’t,” he promised. “Uh… are we gonna do this again?”
“Do you want to?”
Royce blushed. “Well, it did feel good and you said it doesn’t make you gay.”
“Parr! Royce!” my mom’s voice called out. “Dinner time!”
Quickly we both got dressed and headed out to the kitchen, my mind spinning with all the possibilities that had come up as a result of my sex and conversation with Royce.
This was shaping up to be one hell of an interesting time!
* * *
Two days before Thanksgiving, the FEMA trailer for my cousins and their mom arrived. It was about the same as ours, only it still had that “new trailer” smell. Well, ok, it didn’t, really. But at least they’d have a place of their own.
That depressed me slightly. I’d gotten used to having Scooter sleep with me every night. It felt really nice just having someone in bed with me. Peabo and I had never actually slept together, and I knew I was going to miss doing it with Scoot.
But at least I was still going to be having sex! Since I’d done it that one time with Royce, I’d managed three more times with him. Plus several times with Bobbi-Lee and Scooter. I hadn’t yet broached the idea of sex between Bobbi-Lee and Royce. It was going to be delicate to say the least. Heck, as far as I knew, none of the three of them were aware of what I was doing with the other two, except for Royce’s knowledge of me and Bobbi-Lee.
Originally Peabo had planned to make it down here for Thanksgiving, but since we were still stuck in the trailer, we decided he’d stay up there for Turkey Time and come back down here for Christmas. We’d probably still be in the trailer by then, but, hell, we’d probably still be in the trailer by New Year’s. Of 2010. I missed seeing my big brother, but I understood why he was staying up there with Ramble.
As things turned out, I would’ve rather have had him down here. Another set of fists might’ve been useful. You see, something unhappy occurred on Thanksgiving Day.
We’d all gathered in our trailer for dinner. Mom and Aunt Peggy-Jean had been cooking all day. The four of us kids had spent our time in the living room watching movies. Dad spent his time paying attention to use and the women.
About half an hour before dinner was ready we heard a car pull up. Dad said, “I wonder who that could be?” He walked to the door and opened it. His face fell. He said, “Oh, FUCK.”
I blinked and suddenly got scared. My dad NEVER, EVER swore. Not once. I knew if he was doing it now, something must be seriously wrong. I got to my feet and bolted to the front door, half expecting to see a hurricane driving towards us.
What I saw was even worse.
“Leroy?” I heard Peggy-Jean whisper in horror as she joined us at the door.
“Dad?!” Royce called out. He jumped to his feet and ran out the door. “Dad!”
By this time we were all at the door and moving outside. Peggy-Jean, Scooter and Bobbi-Lee all hung back a little as Royce ran up to his father.
“Heya, shithead,” Leroy said, punching Royce on the shoulder with what I assumed was some sort of affection. He walked up to Scooter and Bobbi-Lee, giving them both little nods. Then he stopped at my aunt. “Peggy-Jean.”
“Leroy,” my dad said, stepping between them. “We hadn’t expected you.”
“Yeah, well… here I am!” He laughed. Even from here I could smell the booze.
“Here you are. It’s regarded as polite to call before you just drop by.”
“Hey! It’s Thanksiv… Tanks…” He belched. “Turkey Day! Where else was I gonna be?”
“Detox?” I suggested, hating the hell out of my uncle.
He glared at me. “Oh. It’s the fag.”
My dad’s arm was like an iron bar across my chest, holding me back as I tired to advance on Leroy, fists balled. “You’re thinking of Peabo. My son,” he added, with special emphasis. “This is Parr. My other son.”
“Oh! Yeah. Sorry, kid. You’re not the fag.”
“Dad… don’t talk about Peabo like that,” Scooter said, shifting awkwardly from side-to-side and looking really uncomfortable. “He’s still family.”
Leroy laughed. “Well! Your balls finally dropped, huh?” He playfully mock-punched Scooter. “So when do we eat?”
“Leroy,” Peggy-Jean said. “Why don’t you… why don’t you go lay down for a bit. Let some of that beer work through you, huh?”
“Whassamattah?” he asked, putting his arms around his wife. “You don’t sound like you’re happy to see me! Come on, gimme a kiss!”
Peggy-Jean laughed a nervous little laugh. “Now… now, Leroy. We can do that later, ok?”
Leroy laughed an ugly little laugh. “Naw, come on, honey. Gimme kiss!”
“Alright, Leroy,” my dad said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I think it’s time for you to leave. Let me call you a cab. You’re not in any shape to drive.”
“Don’t you fuckin’ tell me what I can’t do!” he snarled. “If I wanna kiss my wife, I will!” Then he swung at my dad.
Dad dodged, and things would’ve really got ugly if it weren’t for the fact that I heard a very LOUD bang come from the trailer. We all turned our heads to see my mom standing there, her shotgun in her hands, pointed at the air. She cocked it and pointed it at Leroy.
“If I fire now, I might not kill you,” she said in a very even tone. “But I’ll sure as hell make sure you shit through a bag in your side for the rest of your miserable life.”
Leroy focused on my mom’s gun. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly. Then he said. “Fuck. I’m getting out of here.” He looked at Bobbi-Lee. “Come on, sugar. Let’s go get some real food!”
“God, no,” she said with a look of horror on her face. “I’m never going anywhere with you ever again.”
Leroy blinked, obviously not expecting that. He shook his head and shrugged. “Fine.” He grabbed Royce’s arm. “Come on, son. Let’s you and me go get some hookers or something!”
Royce wiggled out his dad’s arm. “Dad, I’m staying here.”
“Dad…” Royce shook his head. “Dad… you’re fucking pathetic.”
Grinning ear-to-ear, I said, “Hey, go, Royce!”
“Parr,” my dad said, placing a hand on my shoulder.
Leroy scowled a little more. “Fuck you all, then. I’ll go do… something… fuck…” He stumbled towards the car.
“Dad? Should we just let him drive off like that?”
“Sure. With any luck he’ll hit a tree.”
“Don’t worry,” Mom said. “I’ve already called the police.”
Dad sighed. “Oh, well. Can’t have everything.”
As his dad got into the car, Scooter stood next to me. I felt his hand seeking mine. He gripped it tight, and said, “Hey, Dad! One last thing before you go.”
“What?” Leroy said, looking over at Scooter.
Swallowing a little, Scooter said, “I’m gay, Dad.” Then he pulled me around and put his arms around me, giving me the strongest, wettest kiss I’d ever had in my life. I was initially surprised, but then shrugged and went with it, my hands reaching down to squeeze his ass through his jeans.
The look on Uncle Leroy’s face was something I knew would keep me warm on cold nights the rest of my life. He snarled something inarticulate and then threw the car into gear, spinning out as he drove away from our property. Moments later we heard the sounds of sirens in the distance.
After a minute or so, I heard my dad clearing his throat. “Uhm… boys?”
Grinning a little, I pulled away from Scooter. “Sorry, Dad.”
“Well,” my mom said, clapping her hands together in the sudden silence. “Let’s get ourselves some dinner.”
As we walked inside, Peggy-Jean pulled Scooter off into the bedroom to talk with him. I looked at my cousins and shrugged.
“Ok, look. Let’s be out with this.” I took a deep breath. “Bobbi-Lee, I’ve been sleeping with Scooter on the side. And Royce. Royce, I’ve been fucking Scooter along with Bobbi-Lee.” Both of them looked mildly stunned. I shrugged. “What can I say, I love love.”
Royce’s mouth hung open for a few seconds. Then he closed it and shook his head. “Aw… fuck. Who cares. You’re a good guy, Parr. That’s all that matters.” He thought for a seconds. “Well, and you give great head.”
I smiled at him and turned to Bobbi-Lee, who looked a little less happy about this news. “I’m sorry,” I said to her. “I should’ve probably told you I was having sex with them.”
She sighed. “Yeah… you should’ve.”
“I’m real sorry,” I said, hanging my head.
“Well… I’ll forgive you on one condition.”
I saw a smile play at the edges of her mouth. “You HAVE to let me be there when you tell Scooter.”
Royce grinned. “Oh, yeah! Me, too!”
“Oy,” I said, rolling my eyes upward. “Ok.”
Bobbi-Lee smiled. “Good.” Then she sobered up a little. “So… you’re bisexual?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know what I am. But I do know that I love Scooter.” I put an arm around Bobbi-Lee’s waist. “I love you.” I put my other arm around Royce.
“And I love you, too. Sex is the best way I know to show how much I love people.”
Royce shrugged. “I love your blowjobs.”
Bobbi-Lee laughed a little. “I love you, too, Parr. But next time if there’s something really important like this, tell me, ok?”
“I will,” I promised.
Scooter and Peggy-Jean came out of the bedroom a few moments later. Scooter had obviously been crying. He came up to me and I hugged him tight.
“Everything ok?” I asked.
I looked up at my aunt. “Everything ok?”
“Yes.” She smiled a little shakily. “It’s just a bit to take in, you know?”
“Yeah. He’s a handful,” I said with a straight face.
“Dinner’s ready!” Mom called out.
As everyone else went to eat, Aunt Peggy-Jean pulled me aside. “Parr? A moment, please.”
She put her hands on my shoulders. “Parr… Scooter told me everything. He said you’ve been very helpful in helping him deal with… well, with being who he is.”
“You mean gay?” I asked, only a little snidely.
I shrugged. “Having a gay brother helps.”
“Yes.” She licked her lips. “I’m not going to ask what sort of relationship you’ve been having with him. But it’s clear to me that you’re probably quite a bit more… ah… experienced… than he is.”
I shrugged modestly.
“Just… don’t break his heart, ok?”
I saw nothing but sincere concern on my aunt’s face. I figured I’d better be just as sincere in return. “I won’t. I love him.”
“I know. Just… do the right thing, ok?”
“I will,” I said. Often and loudly, I added to myself.
“Alright. Let’s get some food.”
“How come you stayed with that bastard son of a skunk for so long?”
She paused. “Parr… to be honest… he got me pregnant with Royce. I thought the right thing to do would be to get married. Maybe it was, because it also gave me Scooter and Bobbi-Lee but… well… I should’ve dumped his ass years ago.”
Grinning I said, “Good. NOW let’s eat!”
Arm-in-arm my aunt and I walked to the dinner table.
* * *
Well, the next day I did tell Scooter all about my relationship with Bobbi-Lee and Royce. The look of surprise on his face was pretty cool. We all got a good laugh out of it, and the next day we were all back to our usual sexual antics, where I was serving each of them.
One day in early December, things took an interesting turn. My mom and aunt, as well as Bobbi-Lee, were all out in Biloxi. Mom and Peggy-Jean were still looking for work, and Bobbi-Lee had just wanted to get out of the house.
Myself, Scooter and Royce were gathered over in their trailer watching TV. We’d been just hanging out for a couple hours. We’d had our lunch and were a little bored. It was raining outside, which precluded us doing anything outdoors. This left only one real option for entertainment.
I yawned, stretched, and placed a hand on the thigh of each boy. “Alright,” I said. “I’m in the mood to get laid. Who wants to go have sex with me?”
“I do,” Scooter said, raising his hand.
“Me, too,” Royce said.
“Hey, I called it first!” Scooter said, glaring at his brother.
Royce snorted. “So? I’m older than you.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” Scooter responded, standing up.
“Everything!” Royce snarled, getting to his feet.
Before this could go any further I stood up to, and said, “Ok, boys! Stop that right now! I am NOT going to have you fighting over who gets to have sex with me first.”
They both continued to scowl at each other, but at least they weren’t arguing.
“Royce, when you have sex with me, it’s always you fucking me. Sometimes we blow each other, but most times you just fuck me, right?”
“Scoot, when we do it, it’s either me fucking you, or us blowing each other. Sometimes you fuck me, but not often. Right?”
I put an arm around each of their shoulders and began to lead them to their bedroom. “So here’s the deal. Royce, you can fuck me. Scooter, you and I can blow each other. Sound good?”
“Both of us at the same time?” Royce said in doubtful tones.
“I don’t know,” Scooter said.
“Oh, well, ok, then I’ll not do either of you and I’ll just wait until Bobbi-Lee gets back before I get laid.”
Both boys seemed a little less than enthused, but they let me lead them back to their bedroom. I began to strip, and they both got the hint and soon all three of us were totally naked. Well, except for Royce. He was still wearing his wife-beater. This was fine with me, actually, cause he knew I thought he looked REALLY sexy when he was naked except for that.
I saw the two brothers eyeing each other’s bodies as I got down onto Royce’s bed, pulling them both down with me. It took me back to the days when I was in the Club and I’d have sex with Peabo. It was a little weird at first, but it wound up being some of the best sex of my entire life.
Each boy was already erect. Once we were laying down on the bed, I took Royce’s penis in one hand and Scooter’s in the other, stroking them both as I began making out with Scoot. It’d been a while since I’d had a threeway or an orgy. It was nice to be getting back to them!
Then I turned my head and started kissing Royce, putting both my hands on his ass as I did so. We didn’t kiss most of the time we had sex. I knew he thought it was too gay. But when he knew I really wanted it, he humored me. Just like how he almost never blew me, but sometimes would.
Scooter was still masturbating me, pushing his hardon against my ass. I took one of my hands off Royce’s ass, and reached down to remove Scooter’s hand from my erection. Before he could process what was going on, I moved his hand onto his brother’s penis. Scooter hesitated for a moment, but then began slowly stroking Royce.
As I moved my hands back onto Royce’s ass, I felt him doing a little mental math. “Is that Scoot jerking me?” he asked between kisses.
“Yeah… welcome to incest…”
He grinned. “I thought you were going to help me get my sister, not my brother.”
“Sex is sex.”
Scooter sat up a little, watching me and his brother kissing. “That is so hot,” he said, continuing to masturbate Royce.
“What?” I asked, looking up at him. “Handjobbing your brother while watching him make out with your cousin?”
“Try blowing him,” I suggested. “Peabo and I loved blowing each other. He’s good, too,” I added as an aside to Royce.
Scooter licked his lips as he looked down at his brother’s penis. “Can I?”
Royce shrugged. “I guess.”
Moving closer, Scooter opened his mouth and lowered it down around his brother’s penis. He closed his lips around the shaft and began bobbing his head up and down. I knew from experience the sort of pleasure his tongue was working in conjunction with his lips. Royce was very lucky!
“You ever think you’d be getting blown by your brother?” I asked between kisses.
“But you still wanna fuck your sister, don’t you?”
Scooter lifted his face up. “You want to fuck Bobbi-Lee?”
He made a face. “Ew.”
Royce put a hand on the back of his brother’s head. “Keep sucking, bitch,” he said with a smile. “You’re pretty good at that.”
Scooter giggled a little and said, “You really wanna feel good, try fucking me.”
Royce looked at Scooter. “You want me to?”
“If you want to.”
“You want me to ride you, or you want me on my back?”
“On your back. Let me fuck you for real.”
I handed Scooter some lube while I sat back to watch the brothers couple with each other. I knew this was going to be INCREDIBLY hot. Incest always was. It was cool when I was doing it with Peabo, and it was cool when Dothan and Fenton would fuck each other. I couldn’t wait to see my cousins doing it now. I hadn’t planned for this to happen, but I sure wasn’t bothered by it!
Once both boys were lubed up, Scooter laid down on his back, legs in the air, as Royce got on top of him. He lined up his penis against his brother’s body, and gave one smooth, easy push, sliding all the way into Scooter’s tight young ass.
“Ooooooh… fuck, Scoot… damn… you’re so fucking tight…” Royce whispered as he started fucking his younger brother.
“Aaaah… yeah… you got a nice dick, too, Royce…”
As Royce fucked Scooter, he reached down and took the younger boy’s penis in his hand, stroking it slowly as they screwed, just like he did every time he fucked me. I smiled, sitting on the other bed, masturbating to the show. I’d trained Royce well in the arts of homosexual sex!
Watching the brothers coupling was really getting me turned on, too. It’d been a while since I’d watched anyone else having sex, and now, watching Royce’s firm ass rise and fall as he fucked his little brother, I began to realize how much I missed it.
Royce and Scooter kept fucking, staring into each other’s eyes as they made love for the first time. I saw Royce’s head moving lower and lower, and soon his lips were meeting his brother’s, the two of them kissing each other with a passion I envied. I kissed Peabo a lot during sex, but I got the impression it was even better for them than it had been for him and I!
Royce abruptly let go of his brother’s penis, and began moaning loudly as he fucked faster and faster. Suddenly he grunted and pressed his body hard against his brothers, his face twisted in orgasmic pleasure as his sperm shoot into Scooter’s body.
Scooter began masturbating very quickly right after that before Royce had the chance to pull out. I joined him, and at almost the same moment as his sperm spurted all over his chest, mine shot out over the linked bodies of him and his brother. It wasn’t the best orgasm I’d ever had, but it was REALLY close!
After we were all done cumming, Royce pulled out his brother’s ass. The three of us collapsed into a naked, sweaty heap on the bed, kissing each other as we laid there, getting our breath back and basking in the afterglow of some incredible sex!
* * *
A week went by. A messy, spermy, erotic week where I never once had sex with just Royce or just Scooter. Always, now, it was the three of us together. Heck, during that week, I didn’t even fuck Bobbi-Lee!
We were now in mid-December. In about another week or so Peabo would be here. I couldn’t wait! I knew he loved living with Ramble, but I really wanted to see my big brother again, even ignoring all the sexual aspects. I just loved him and missed him.
The other bit of good news was that my mom had managed to get a job with the Biloxi school district. We’d be starting classes there in January. We’d been holding out to see if the La Fontaine schools would be opening up, but it was made clear they wouldn’t be. It was going to mean and end to being stuck at home all the time, and that was just fine with me. Hell, maybe I’d meet more people to have sex with!
Aunt Peggy-Jean had managed to get a temp job at a Wal-Mart in Biloxi. It wasn’t much, and it was just going to last through Christmas but at least it was something. She’d also finally consulted a lawyer and filed for divorce from Uncle Leroy. The fucked-up bastard got the papers served to him in Columbus, Ohio, where he was apparently living with some burned-out ex-stripper. It seemed very unlikely we’d ever see him again. I was pleased as Punch by that, and on the surface so were my cousins, but I knew it had to suck losing your dad, even one as bad as Leroy.
Royce also managed to get a part-time job. He was working at a local hardware supply store here in La Fontaine, only about two miles from the house, so he could bike into work. It was only ten hours a week, but it was giving him some money for Christmas and getting him out of the house.
About two weeks before Christmas, Bobbie-Lee, Scooter and myself were stuck at home in my family’s trailer. We were busy addressing envelopes for Christmas cards. I was somewhat surprised we were sending out any, but my mom said there was no point in forgetting our manners just because we didn’t have a real home anymore.
After about two hours of watching TV and addressing cards I was getting a: bored and b: really horny. I hadn’t had the chance to fuck Bobbie-Lee in a couple days, and really wanted to sink into her. But I had to figure out a nice way of getting rid of Scooter so I could do my duty (and please that booty!).
At one point, Scooter excused himself to get up and go to the bathroom. The second he was gone Bobbie-Lee and I were making out with each other. It was always nice to have a lover who was as enthusiastic about me as I was about him! Well, HER, in this case.
“Oh, how sweet!” Came Scoot’s voice as he walked into the room. “You two wanna have some privacy or something?” he asked in a sing-song tone.
I broke away from kissing Bobbie-Lee long enough to say, “No, you can watch if you want to.”
“Yeah, I really wanna watch my boyfriend fucking my sister.”
“I don’t care,” I said with a shrug, going back to kissing her.
“Uh… Parr?” she asked after a couple moments. “We should probably go to your bedroom and not do it on the couch.”
“Yeah, good point.” I stood up and started to lead her away. Looking over my shoulder at Scooter I said, “Well, come along if you want to. You might learn something.”
“Do you really want him watching us have sex?” Bobbie-Lee asked, once we were in my room.
I shrugged. “I don’t care. Do YOU care?”
She hestiated, but then slowly shook her head. “I guess it’s ok…”
I grinned. “Good.” I laid her down on my bed and we started kissing as Scooter wandered into the bedroom.
“You guys are really going to do it?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“And, well, I mean, you don’t care if I watch?”
“It’s ok, Scooter,” Bobbie-Lee replied.
“Good,” I said, kissing Bobbie-Lee again. “Can we get to the fornication now?”
They both laughed, and I sensed a barrier had been broken.
Continuing to kiss Bobbie-Lee, I began to unbutton the shirt she was wearing. It had taken me awhile to get used to the way girl’s shirts had buttons on the wrong side from boy’s. That made no sense to me.
Once Bobbie-Lee’s shirt was open, and her breasts were exposed, I leaned down and began kissing and licking each of her nipples, sucking on them gently, pleased to hear her moaning as I did so.
Sitting up a little, I looked over at Scooter. Grinning at him, I said, “So you never seen a girl’s tits before, right?”
“Well, have a look,” I suggested, pulling my cousin’s shirt completely off her.
Scooter looked. His sister’s breasts still weren’t all that big, though I did notice they’d gotten visibly bigger since she and I had started having sex. She also seemed to have put on a tiny bit of weight. Not much, but it was visible. I put it down to her actually getting to eat better and not having to deal with the stress of being moved around all the time.
“Whatcha think?” I asked.
Scooter shrugged. “They’re cool, I guess.”
“Well, she is my sister, and a girl.”
“True. But girls have many nice things.” With that I started working on my cousin’s pants, unbuttoning them and slipping them and her panties down her body. Once she shrugged out of her shirt, she was laying there, completely nude, in front of her brother. To her credit, she was blushing only slightly and didn’t really seem embarrassed or anything.
“See?” I said as I stood up and started undressing myself. “Lots of nice stuff.”
Rolling my eyes, and now naked, I got back onto the bed. “Trust me, everything on here is nice.”
Bobbie-Lee grinned. “You know, Parr, you don’t need to keep sucking up. You’re getting sex no matter what.”
I laughed, and then dipped my head down between Bobbi-Lee’s legs, running my tongue along her slit, flicking her clitoris and slipping my tongue in and out of her vagina, eliciting little moans of pleasure from her.
After a couple minutes of that, I sat up and put an arm around Scooter, pulling him close. Before he could protest, I put my mouth to his, and pushed my tongue inside, giving him an indirect taste of his sister’s vagina.
Scooter made a face when we pulled apart. “That was weird.”
I laughed. “Yeah, well, I didn’t feel you pulling away.”
Scooter blushed, but didn’t say anything back.
“Yeah, I thought not.” I stuck my tongue out at him.
Bobbi-Lee rolled her eyes. “Can’t you do anything better with that?”
“Yeah, yeah.” I kissed my way up Bobbi-Lee’s body, slipping a finger inside her vagina as I started sucking on one of her nipples. A few moments later I looked up at Scooter. “You take the other one.”
“Suck the other one.”
“But… she’s my sister?” he said in a confused tone.
I rolled my eyes. “You’ve sucked your brother’s penis and let him fuck you. All I’m saying is for you to suck one of Bobbi-Lee’s nipples while I suck the other and finger her. I’m trying to make her feel good.” I looked down at her. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“No, it’s ok.”
Scooter looked down at his sister’s nude body as I went back to sucking on her left nipple. A few moments later his head came into view and I watched in happiness as he began licking and sucking her right nipple.
The response from Bobbi-Lee, as her brother began sucking her nipple, was immediate and intense. She moaned a little and her vagina began rippling around my finger. I grinned. I hadn’t ever really planned to set up her and Scoot to have sex with each other, but now the idea seemed to have some merit.
I lifted my face off Bobbi-Lee long enough to say to her brother, “Get naked.”
“What?” he asked, lifting his face up. “Why?”
I leaned forward and kissed him. “So I can suck your dick, moron.”
I loved my cousin dearly, but he was very stupid sometimes.
Once Scooter was nude, he laid back down and continued sucking on Bobbi-Lee’s breast. He probably didn’t realize his erect penis was resting against her bare thigh. I didn’t feel the need to enlighten him.
I sat up and reached out to take Scooter’s hand in mine. I placed it on the nipple I’d been sucking and then moved around so that I was crouching between Bobbi-Lee’s legs. Taking my penis in hand, I began rubbing it up and down against my cousin’s vagina.
“Huh?” He looked up from where he was ministering to his sister’s breasts.
“Watch this.” I slowly began to ease my penis into Bobbi-Lee’s vagina.
“Wow,” he said, his eyes going wide as I slid all the way into his sister. “What’s that feel like?”
“Like being inside warm silk.”
I lowered myself down and first kissed Bobbi-Lee and then Scooter. Fucking my girlfriend while kissing my boyfriend had to be one of the best things I’d experienced so far in my young life, especially considering the two of them were brother and sister.
Which lead me back to an earlier thought. Did I want to see them fuck? I remember Peabo saying how cool it had been to see a brother and sister doing it with each other. It had certainly been cool watching Royce and Scooter having sex, and I knew I’d enjoyed sex with my brother. Yeah… I wanted to see them fuck. If nothing else, it’d be cool to see what Scooter thought of being inside a girl.
“Mmmm…” I smiled down at Bobbi-Lee as I thrust into her. “Yeah… like warm silk… only better…”
She giggled. “You’re so sweet, Parr.”
“You really gotta try it with a girl sometime,” I said to Scooter as I slowly moved my penis back and forth inside his sister’s vagina.
He looked a little embarrassed. “Yeah… well, maybe I will. It does look kind of fun,” he admitted.
Gotcha! I thought, knowing at that point that he wouldn’t walk out of this room as a virgin. I would have him fucking his sister in no time flat. The morality, or lack of same, didn’t even remotely cross my mind.
Leaning forward, I started kissing him some more. Holding myself up with one hand, I used the other to take hold of Scooter’s penis and began masturbating him. It was a little awkward, but it worked.
Closing my eyes, I let go of Scooter’s penis and concentrated on fucking Bobbi-Lee, doing my best to exaggerate the amount of pleasure I was feeling. I didn’t have to exaggerate much! It was REALLY nice!
Letting a slow, lazy smile across my face, I reopened my eyes and looked up at Scooter. “You so gotta try it with a girl sometime, man.”
“Yeah…” Then much to my happiness, Scooter leaned his face down and began sucking on one of his sister’s nipples as I fucked her. Maybe this would be easier than I thought! I knew Scooter would probably be willing to try a turn inside her, but I didn’t know if Bobbi-Lee would be willing to let him.
Then my eyes noticed what Bobbi-Lee was doing. One of her hands was on my ass but the other one was around her brother’s penis, stroking him slowly while he sucked on one of her breasts. I hadn’t seen her start doing that, but I didn’t mind, that was certain!
Propping myself up, I said, “Hey, Scoot.”
I took hold of his hand and placed it right above his sister’s clitoris. Very near to where my penis entered her body. He hesitated for a moment, but then I felt his fingers slide along each side of my erection. He obviously didn’t mind having it down there, even if it did mean he was touching his sister’s most private parts. Given that she was touching his, maybe he was just thinking it was tit-for-tit. Or whatever.
To test the limits, I slid my penis out of Bobbi-Lee. Then I took a couple of Scooter’s fingers and moved them downwards until they began to slip into his sister’s vagina. Nice. He was obviously willing to do that, and it was pretty likely she knew it was his fingers in there. Pleased, I slid my penis back into her, joining her brother’s fingers inside her vagina. It was a little awkward; well, more than a little, but it felt really nice.
Leaning forward I kissed first Scooter, then Bobbi-Lee, happy and content at the fact that I was basically having sex with both genders. I couldn’t imagine anything in life that could be better than this, especially at the age of thirteen!
“This really feels wonderful,” I said to both of them.
Bobbi-Lee giggled. “Feels good to me, too.”
Leaning down, I kissed her and, taking a deep breath, said, “You want to let Scooter see what it’s like?”
Dead silence from both my cousins. I kept thrusting into Bobbi-Lee, knowing that the best way to get her to say yes to committing the ultimate act of incest was for me to blind her brain with pleasure.
For his part, Scooter still had his fingers inside Bobbi-Lee’s vagina along with my penis. He didn’t say anything about the idea of fucking his own sister. Given that he’d already had sex with his brother, I’m sure the idea didn’t bother him too much, at least not in concept.
“Well?” I whispered to Bobbi-Lee, continuing to fuck her and hoping I wasn’t going to cum too soon, which was starting to look like a possibility.
Catching her breath a little, she said, “Well… ok… but you can’t cum inside me, ok, Scooter?”
“Uhm… ok, sure.”
Before either of them could change their minds, I pulled out and moved out from between Bobbi-Lee’s legs. Gesturing towards her, I said to Scooter, “Get on top, and I’ll guide you into her.”
Trembling a little, Scooter moved his lean, naked body on top of his sister. As he lowered himself down, the tip of his penis brushed up against her vagina, eliciting a little gasp from both my cousins.
I grinned. This was going to be a moment to remember for all three of us!
I reached out and caressed Scooter’s butt, kissing him tenderly as I moved my hand down to encircle his penis. “Ready to lose it?”
I guided Scooter’s penis so that the tip was resting at the entrance to his sister’s vagina. “Go ahead,” I whispered into his ear. “Push it in.”
Scooter nodded, closed his eyes tight, took a deep breath and pushed with his hips, slowly and easily slipping his fourteen-year-old virgin penis into his twelve-year-old sister’s vagina.
I let one of my hands rest on Scooter’s bare ass as he sank all the way into his sister. Once he was completely inside, I smiled and said, “Good, huh?”
“Yeah… oh, yeah…” His eyes opened and he smiled at me. “It’s wonderful.” Looking down at Bobbi-Lee, he said, “It’s really nice.”
She giggled as her brother began fucking slowly. “Thanks.”
I sat back and watch as brother and sister copulated. It was really sweet watching their slim, nude bodies moving in passion. I was really happy I’d arranged this, and I figured they weren’t going to have any complaints.
“Bobbi-Lee?” I said.
“Let him cum inside you just this once,” I suggested.
“Do you want to?” she asked her brother.
“I don’t… want to… get you pregnant…” he panted.
“You won’t,” Bobbi-Lee said with conviction.
“Oh… ah… ok… ooooh…” Scooter’s thrusts began to speed up, and only about half a minute later, he let out a low moan of pure pleasure as he fired his sperm into his sister’s waiting vagina.
Almost as soon as Scooter was done cumming inside his sister, I muscled him aside and added my sperm to what was already swimming around in her body. It was very cool knowing that my sperm was going to be keeping his company.
We fucked a couple more times that afternoon. I came inside Bobbi-Lee twice more, and Scooter came in her once more. She also watched Scooter fucking me, which he didn’t do often, but it was always nice when he did.
Once we were all fucked out, we got dressed and they got ready to leave. Scooter left first, but Bobbi-Lee hung back.
“You remember how I said Scooter won’t get me pregnant?”
“Well… did you wonder why I said that?”
Thinking, I shook my head. “Not really.”
She sighed. “Because I’m already pregnant.”
The ground seemed to go out from under me. “Oh… fuck…”
Smiling a little, my cousin said, “We already did. That’s why I’m pregnant.”
“Heh.” I was a little amused in spite of myself. “Well… uh… what do you… you know… what do we do?”
“Well, I thought about having… well, you know… an abortion… but, well, it’s our baby. And I want to have it, and raise it, ok?”
“Ok,” I said with absolute conviction. I hadn’t really thought about the possibility of getting my cousin pregnant, but since she was, I was determined to do the right thing by her and it. “Uh… how… sure… are you?”
She shrugged. “I haven’t had a period since we got here. I’m getting a little bigger, my breasts are getting a little tender. I’m sure.”
“Oh. Ok.” Grinning like an idiot, I said, “Wow… I’m going to be a dad… that’s so cool…”
“You aren’t mad or anything?”
“No, why would I be?”
“Just making sure.” She put her arms around me and hugged me tight. “Don’t tell anyone about this yet, ok?”
“I won’t,” I somewhat lied. I knew I’d have to tell Peabo when I talked with him next, and he’d tell Ramble, but I didn’t think they’d tell anyone else.
We kissed briefly, and then she said, “Royce wants to fuck me, too, doesn’t he?”
Blushing a little, I rolled my eyes and said, “Well, yes.”
Nodding, Bobbi-Lee replied, “Ok. You and me can plot and plan about that at some point, ok?”
“Really?” I asked in surprise.
“Sure. I’ve already done it with Scooter. I know you’ve had sex with both of them, and so we might as well all have sex with each other. Why not? Like I said, I can’t get anymore pregnant than I already am.”
“Well, that’s true,” I conceded. “Ok, if it’s what you want.”
We hugged again and kissed, and then she left, leaving me on cloud nine. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen when we had our baby, but I was looking forward to finding out! Plus, hey, she had no problem with an orgy with Royce. Even better! Life was going to be good for the next little while.
* * *
Peabo arrived a week after Scooter had his first fuck with his sister.
The three of us hadn’t gotten together again like that, and Royce was still a virgin, but I had sex with all three of them separately, and one good threeway with both boys. Royce knew Scooter wasn’t a virgin anymore, and made it very clear that he couldn’t wait until he wasn’t, either.
Peabo arrived on a Friday. He’d be staying with us through Christmas, and would leave on the 30th so he could spend New Year’s with Ramble and his family. It was cool to see my big brother again. I’d missed him more than I thought.
We met Peabo’s plane in Biloxi. He’d flown from Seattle to Denver to there. Normally we would have had him fly into New Orleans and picked him up there. It was usually cheaper. NO was still a mess, though, even all these months after Katrina. Biloxi wasn’t much better, but at least it was closer to home.
Once we got Peabo home, I followed him into the bedroom, ostensibly to help him unpack. What really happened is that as soon as the door was shut, I hugged my brother as tight as I could and planted a good, solid kiss right onto his lips.
Peabo grinned and moved his hands down to cup my ass. “I missed you, too, Parr.”
Grinning, I said, “You missed my ass.”
“That, too.” He let go of me and started unpacking. “So Bobbi-Lee’s pregnant, huh?”
I hadn’t told him yet. It was going to be a surprise. “What?! How the hell did you know that?”
Peabo laughed. “I didn’t know for sure until just now. I figured she might be. I know about you and brains.”
“What about them?”
“You don’t got any.”
I rolled my eyes.
Peabo put an arm around my shoulders. “So you’re the father, I presume?”
“Yeah. Scooter didn’t fuck her until after she was already pregnant, and Royce hasn’t done her yet.”
Peabo looked surprised, thank goodness. “Really? Ok. Well, have you and her decided what you’re going to do?”
“Yeah. We’re going to have our baby, of course.”
“Do mom and dad know? Does Aunt Peggy-Jean know?”
“No, not yet. We’re going to tell them eventually. We wanted to wait until after Christmas. And until after we have our big orgy with me, her, Scoot and Royce.”
Peabo rolled his eyes. “God, and I thought Ramble and I were sluts.”
“Oh, you are.”
Peabo smacked my ass. “And you know you love it.”
“Damn right I do.” I kissed my brother again. “You ARE going to be topping me while you’re here, right?”
“I don’t know,” he said, looking serious. “I DO have a boyfriend.”
“Well, when you put it like that.” He pushed me back onto my bed and kissed me passionately, rubbing at my crotch as he did so. “I’m sure I’ll find a way to work your ass into my schedule.”
“Good.” I kept kissing my brother as I moved my hands down to his pants, unbuttoning them.
“Oh, right now, huh?” Peabo whispered.
“Just a quickie?” I pleaded as I reached into my brother’s jeans and boxers, taking hold of his very hard penis and stroking it slowly.
We broke apart from each other and very quickly pulled off our jeans and underwear. Mine had to go all the way off. Peabo just had to pull his down. Peabo lowered his mouth down and began sucking my penis as I rooted around in the nightstand for a bottle of lube. Once I had it, I squirted some into my hand and handed the bottle to Peabo.
“Thanks, bro.” He rubbed the lube all over his penis and I rubbed it all over, and up into, my ass. Once we were lubed up, Peabo looked at me. “You ready, Parr?”
“Yeah.” I spread my legs high and wide.
Peabo positioned himself, his penis pressing aginst my ass. He gave one smooth push with his hips and slowly slid up inside me. Once he was all the way in, he leaned down and kissed me as he started slowly fucking.
I moaned as my brother screwed me for the first time in months. His penis had been the first one inside me when I had joined the Boy’s Club. I always wanted him inside me more than anyone else. With most guys I’d top more often than not. With Peabo I always, always bottomed.
“God, I missed being in you, Parr,” Peabo whispered, his long red hair dangling in our faces.
“Oh, I missed it, too…”
Reaching down between our writhing bodies, Peabo took hold of my penis and began stroking it as he fucked me faster and faster. I knew from long experience that my brother was going to wind up cumming quickly.
Sure enough, moments later, Peabo let out a grunt, pushed deep inside me and held himself still as his penis pulsed, shooting his sperm into my body, with a look of incredible happiness and bliss on his face.
Once Peabo was done cumming inside me, he pulled out and leaned down, slipping his mouth around my penis. Just as I loved getting fucked by my brother, he loved nothing more than giving me blowjobs. He was really good at them, too. After only a minute or so of sucking, I wound up having an orgasm of my own, my sperm blasting down my brother’s throat.
We kissed again, my sperm flavoring his mouth. Then Peabo said, “We better get out before everyone wonders what’s going on.”
“Before they guess right, you mean,” I said with a wicked grin.
“Yeah.” My brother kissed me once more. “Get your pants back on, bitch.”
“Yes, sir!” I said, and got dressed quickly. We went back out into the living room, no one any the wiser.
* * *
Christmas went by. During the time Peabo was here, I didn’t have sex with any of my cousins. It was all just me and him. They’d known that was the plan, and they just spent time having sex with each other. Royce and Scooter did one another and, from what I understand, Scooter fucked Bobbi-Lee a couple times. According to him, he even came inside her. He still didn’t know she was pregnant. No one knew except me, her and Peabo. We were going to tell our parents, but we wanted to wait until after the holidays.
Peabo left back for Seattle on the 30th. I made sure to send him away with a good orgasm to remember me by. I knew Ramble would be tending to his needs for the next few months, so he was in good hands, but, well, a brother had certain obligations, after all.
Meantime, I had New Year’s Eve to look forward to, though I wasn’t looking forward to it nearly as much as Royce was. You see, our parents were going to be in Biloxi, and we’d made it clear to Royce that plans during their departure included the los of his virginity.
I’d told him about it that morning, right before I gave him a blowjob. He got so excited he came almost instantly afterwards, but he remained hard and was so horny I wound up letting him fuck me. I was only slightly offended when he called me Bobbi-Lee as he came and, to his credit, he apologized for it after.
Our parents left at around eight o’clock. We all gathered together at my family’s trailer. Royce made it really clear he was hot to trot, which we all found pretty funny. Bobbi-Lee teased him quite a bit at first, but then things began to settle down.
At about ten, after we’d had some dinner, I suggested we play a game of strip poker to break the ice. Everyone agreed, Royce most enthusiastically, and so I broke out the cards and the card table and chairs, and we all sat down.
I whipped out a little card dealer’s visor that I had as a souvenir from my parents trip to a “riverboat” casino. Then I began shuffling the cards, doing my best to be as fancy as possible. Then we spent a few minutes picking up the cards from the table, the floor, behind the couch, etc. Then I turned over dealing duties to Scooter.
I kept the visor.
Scooter dealt out the cards. I received… well, let’s just call it not the best hand. A two, a five, a six, a Jack and an ace do not make for a happy Parr. I tossed back everything save for the five and six (I had dreams of building a straight, which is kind of ironic when you think about it). Sadly, all I ended up with were another two, a four and a ten.
Thankfully, I wasn’t the only one with a sucky hand. In fact Scooter and Royce were just about the same as me. Bobbi-Lee on the other hand had managed to put together a nice full house.
“Oh, so that’s how this is gonna go, eh?” I said with a grin as I pulled off my shirt.
“Yep,” Bobbi-Lee replied, shuffling the cards as her two bothers took their shirts off.
Looking at Royce’s rather magnificently shaped bare chest, I wasn’t able to restrain myself from leaning forward and licking and gently biting one of his nipples. Royce sucked in his breath a little and then looked at me with a faint smile and shook his head.
“Like you care.”
“If I said I did, you wouldn’t blow me anymore.”
“IF we can POSSIBLY continue?” Scooter said.
“Yeah, yeah. Deal away, dear,” I said to Bobbi-Lee.
She dealt out the cards again. This time things went more my way. I ended up with two pair! Sadly, Royce ended up with a straight, which beat not only me, but his sister and brother as well.
Scooter and I both stood up and dropped our pants. This left him in boxers and me… well, I was wearing a thong. Don’t ask where I’d gotten it. It certainly drew everyone’s eyes. Mostly in horror, but still.
Then Bobbi-Lee slowly pulled her t-shirt up off her body, giving Royce his first look at his sister’s small, but developing, breasts. Again, unable to resist, and now wanting to make Royce jealous as hell, I leaned forward and, just like I had with him, gently licked and nibbled on one of his sister’s nipples.
Royce glared. “If y’all’re trying to make me jealous, it’s workin’,” he said, the Southern creeping hard into his voice.
“No one says you can’t do it, too,” I pointed out.
His facial expression changed abruptly. “Can I?” he whispered.
I shrugged. “You’re asking the wrong person.”
“Can I, Bobbi-Lee?” he pleaded with his sister.
“Ok, if you want.”
Royce stood up and almost tripped walking around to the other side of the table. He reached a hand out and cupped one of his sister’s small breasts. Then he leaned down and gently kissed the erect nipple, sucking it very lightly. Bobbi-Lee smiled purred a little, obviously enjoying the stimulation.
I leaned down and began sucking her other nipple as one of my hands drifted down to the waistband of her jeans. Once there I unbuttoned and unzipped them, slipping my hand inside to rub at my cousin’s vagina.
This got another delighted little purr from Bobbi-Lee and she pulled my face up to hers, kissing me as she moved her free hand around to cup Royce’s ass. From the way she was now grinding her vagina against my hand, it was becoming pretty clear the strip poker game was already over.
Scooter was watching all this in amazement. “So, what? The game’s done before it gets started?”
“Yeah,” I said, “Now get naked.”
Scooter looked at the scene before him, shrugged and promptly began undressing. Once he was nude he moved towards me, dropped to his knees and began the task of freeing my penis from my jeans. Once it was out he wrapped his mouth around it. It felt good. REALLY good. Scooter had gotten a lot better at giving head since he’d started living here, not that he was bad to start with.
It was at about this point that I suggested we all simply get out of our clothes. We stood up and within moments all of us were naked. It was kind of interesting. Scooter kept his eyes almost entirely on me, while Royce kept his on his sister. Bobbi-Lee and I kept looking at both boys and each other. It was weird, but nice.
We all sat down on the couch, more or less. Bobbi-Lee and Royce began making out with each other, while I began blowing Royce as Scooter started sucking me off. From there I had a nice view of Royce’s finger slipping up inside his sister’s vagina. I grinned around my mouthful of penis, pleased that Royce was finally getting to do what he’d wanted to do for so long.
A few moments later Scooter nudged me aside and began going down on his brother. I sat back on the other end of the couch, masturbating as I watched my three cousins being incestual with each other. It was one of the coolest things I’d ever seen!
Then I guess Bobbi-Lee decided there was no time like the present. She whispered something to her brother who pulled his finger out of her. Then, still kissing him, she straddled his waist so that his penis was rubbing against her vagina. Scooter had moved up and out of the way and was sitting on the couch on the other side of his siblings from where I was, but he kept his hand around his brother’s erection.
“Are you ready, Royce?” Bobbi-Lee asked.
“Oh, yeah… fuck, yeah…”
“Fuck? Yeah…” With that Bobbi-Lee shifted slightly and pressed downward, lowering her twelve-year-old vagina down onto her brother’s fifteen-year-old virgin penis. Scooter had been holding Royce’s erection steady, but once he was all the way inside, Scooter let go and moved over to join me on the other side of the couch.
Bobbi-Lee continued to kiss her brother as she moved up and down on his penis. I started to realize she wanted this as much as he did. I wondered if the two of them would’ve ever had sex with each other had I not come along. Probably, I figured now.
While I watched his brother and sister have sex with each other, Scooter lowered his mouth down onto my penis. I was so aroused I knew he probably wouldn’t be able to do that too long before I wound up giving him a sperm mouthwash. However, I was determined that I wouldn’t cum before Royce did. I gritted my teeth and watched my cousins fornicate, hoping I wasn’t going to have to wait too long.
As it turned out it was less than a minute later that Royce began moaning rather loud and pushed so hard into his sister that he was lifting her clear off the couch. I pictured his penis twitching inside her as he came. I was so taken by the image that I was only barely aware of my own orgasm hitting and flooding Scooter’s mouth with my sperm. Scooter himself still hadn’t cum yet but that was taken care of with, to my surprise, a few moments effort by Royce’s mouth.
The rest of the night was spent in happy, sexual bliss. We were only barely aware of the clock chiming midnight, ushering in 2006 while Royce was fucking me and Scooter was fucking Bobbi-Lee. Sexually, I knew 2006 was likely to be even more interesting than 2005 had been!
* * *
Our New Year’s orgy was the only time all four of us were together. Oh, we still had sex with each other, but mostly it was Scooter and I having sex and Bobbi-Lee and Royce having sex. Threesomes weren’t uncommon, either, but we didn’t all get together in one place for sex ever again.
It was in late January that we finally told our parents I’d gotten Bobbi-Lee pregnant. They were pissed, to put it mildly. I reckoned I’d never end up getting out of the doghouse they put me in. Naturally no one blamed Bobbi-Lee for the situation. No, it was just me, evil little Parr who had defiled an innocent girl.
We did NOT tell them about any of the other sexploits. I think my dad at least had an inkling that there was more than what he’d been told. He’d been a member of the Boy’s Club when he was younger, after all. But if he knew, he didn’t say.
Also in January, La Fontaine’s schools began to reopen. It was weird being back in class again after so long away. School hadn’t started when Katrina had hit, so I hadn’t been in school since last June.
On the other hand, as I sat there in school on my first day, I noticed plenty of boys and girls that I was determined to have. I concentrated on the boys cause they were easier, and by the end of March, I’d rebuilt the Boy’s Club with a membership of five. Not too shabby!
In April we were finally able to start rebuilding our house. All of us pitched in, even Bobbi-Lee, despite the fact that was really starting to show at this point. It took the better part of two months, but we finally got the house back up enough to live in.
As soon as we moved into there, Bobbi-Lee, Royce and Scooter took over the trailer we’d been living in. Only I knew that more often than note, Royce’s bed went unslept in and Bobbi-Lee’s bedsprings got more use than other people might’ve expected.
This arrangement also gave Aunt Peggy-Jean some semblance of privacy, which ended up being good since she’d began dating again. Her new beau, a Yankee named Ross, was a really nice guy and I hoped they stuck together.
Peabo came back to live with us in June. He planned to stay through the summer and then he’d go back up to Seattle to be with Ramble. The two of them really seemed to love each other. I hoped to someday find something like that myself.
In early July, Bobbi-Lee went into labor. She was thirteen now, and I was fourteen on the day our little baby girl was born in La Fontaine General Hospital. She was a beautiful girl and after much discussion we finally settled on name. Katrina.
Now it’s a year since our world was turned upside down. We’ve started construction on another house on our property to hold my cousins, their mother and my daughter. It was a little slower going because both Scooter and Royce now had part-time jobs, though Royce still managed to find time to have sex with his sister, and I had a notion that it wouldn’t be long before Katrina had a half-brother or half-sister.
Life in La Fontaine still ain’t what it was before the hurricane hit. There’s still a lot of closed businesses and lots of people still don’t have work, but we carry on. The town had been damaged during the Civil War, and downtown had been gutted in a fire that followed a race riot back in 1959. We’d recovered from that, and we’d recover from this.
As they say, the South shall rise again!
Copyright 2006 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.