John Kellerman

Balling cousins

CHAPTER ONE

When I glanced up into the rear-view mirror, I could see Jim already had his hand inside Teeny's blouse and was fondling one of her firm tits feverishly. It just made my aching cock get that much stiffer and I thought for sure my hard-on was going to split my pants if I didn't get some relief soon. I looked over at the girl sitting coyly at my side, and shifted closer to her, my eyes riveted to her big boobs. Trying to appear nonchalant, I put one arm around her plump shoulders and hugged her close, letting my other hand creep stealthily up between us and fumble with a blouse button.

Bonnie drew back then and said a little sharply, "Hey, whatta you doing, Ross?"

"You're so pretty that I just wanted to see more, I guess."

Even though it had been a stone lie, Bonnie laughed appreciatively and I used the moment to snuggle my mouth into the fragrant plumpness of her neck. Bonnie wasn't really all that beautiful. But it was a common fact that she would fuck. Fucking seemed utmost in my mind lately. Mainly because I was eighteen and hadn't even gotten my first piece of ass. To make matters more critical, my old man was getting me out of town for a month so I could "think things over", as he put it. I always dug the family cabin, but there'd be no chance at all of me getting any pussy up there. So, with time running out I'd driven to the A amp; W a couple of days before when Bonnie was getting off her shift. She'd readily agreed to go out with me.

Bonnie had quit high school halfway through her senior year when an unknown member of the football squad had knocked her up. The kid had been put up for adoption, and now Bonnie lived with an aging aunt in a rambling clapboard across the street from the Coca-Cola bottling plant. And it was in that house, the very one I was parked in front of, where Bonnie had given in to a lot of pretty flimsy arguments. Since I knew the guys concerned, I was sure you didn't have to be a lawyer to get Bonnie to put out. Her aunt was always in bed early, and there was a big soft sofa downstairs.

I decided to try the blouse button one more time, but before I could get it loose, Bonnie twisted clear away.

"Hey, Ross, is it true that your dad is going to send you to college next fall?"

"That's his version," I said, licking up under her plump earlobe. At a time like this I didn't want to think about the hassles I'd be getting into over what my dad wanted me to do and what I wanted to do.

"I heard from your sis that he wants you to learn pharmacy and take over the business someday, huh?"

I stopped kissing her and sat back in the seat. "My sister has a big mouth. But yeah, that's the general idea. Sounds exciting, doesn't it? Running a Goddamned drug store."

Bonnie shrugged. "Sounds all right to me. My gosh, Ross, it's the biggest drug store in Crossbury and besides…"

"I don't want to run his friggin' drug store and start paying for a stupid little cracker box out there by the lumber mill highway and I don't want to work all day on Saturday and half of Sunday and…"

"Okay, okay… sorry I mentioned it." Bonnie sat there in a huff for a while.

[missing text] knob. Bonnie's breath panted hot against my neck. Her eyes were rolled back in her head.

"Oh,my! Ross, what are you doing?"

"Bonnie, baby," I whispered, feeling suddenly romantic. I began a slow in-and-out movement, hoping I could get my cock deeper in her hole. The friction was hard to feel because of the damned rubber, but I could feel something. I was so close to coming I knew it wouldn't take much more. Chancing everything, I let go of her panty crotch and jammed both hands under her broad ass, humping my prick forward at the same time. My cock divided the depths of her pussy and speared up into her hot hole, but Bonnie came up from the couch like a maddened sow.

"Stop! Stop, Ross, you dirty, filthy…!"

My cock came out of her cunt with a slippery pop and I felt myself falling off the sofa. My pants were tangled around my ankles, though, and before I could get my hand out from under Bonnie's ass, I was sitting on the rug, staring down at my pounding cock. The white latex sheath was stained with blood.

I got angrily to my feet and jerked my pants up. Bonnie was pretending she was crying, but it was a pretty poor imitation.

"I hope you appreciate what I let you do!" she croaked, patting her mousy hair. "You will come see me tomorrow, won't you?"

"Won't be around tomorrow," I said, buckling my belt and starting towards the door. I'd had it with Bonnie Gordon.

"Ross – wait!"

"See ya, Bonnie."

"Ross Hunter, I think you're the most awful person ever…"

I let the screen door clap closed behind me and headed across the lawn. Almost getting into Bonnie seemed more than not getting in at all. Before I got to the station wagon, I could hear Teeny Buston about to came apart. Jim had kicked half the blanket off them, and when I slid into the front seat and gunned the engine to life, I got a good look.

Teeny's skirt was twisted up around her thin waist and there was no telling what had happened to her panties. One large white tittie hung loose from her bra, and Jim was rubbing his hand over it while he tried to capture her tossing head for another kiss.

I drove down the block to Main and headed out of town. At the rate Jim was going, it wouldn't take him long to finish and this was the plan we'd agree on ahead of time. I heard Teeny sigh again and adjusted the rear-view mirror down to get another look. The stop light at Patterson Street gave me a good one. Teeny's knees poked up over the top of the seat and her trim white feet were flat on the foam mattress I'd brought along for Jim to use. She'd kicked off both shoes, of course, and Jim had shoved her short skirt up around her waist. My cock pulsed with new blood, stretching big inside the hot rubber again. Teeny Buston had wonderful legs.

"We shouldn't, Jim, darling," she gasped. But it sounded like a yes to me. The light changed, but I sat there getting high from the smell of Teeny's hot pussy. Jim's pants were down around his ankles and his balls hung heavily down along the underside of Teeny's ass. The pert cheerleader suddenly straightened a leg so hard that the Ford rocked on its springs.

"Down a little, honey," I heard her pant. "Now… there… Ohhhh, Jim!"

Her antis went around his neck, and I decided that maybe I'd better drive for a while before they got wise. At the stop sign just past the fire station, I couldn't resist another look. By now Teeny's fingers were musing Jim's dark hair. Her breathing was girlish and whispery and made me wish it was me between those quivering white thighs. I knew I should go on driving, but then they didn't know I was only waiting at a stop sign. And anyway Teeny was too far gone to worry about anybody watching.

I got a big noseful of pussy smell again and closed my eyes, remembering the times I'd come off a date with that sharp, pungent perfume on my fingers. Sometimes I didn't wash it off for a whole day just so I could get a whiff every so often. Jim would probably be covered with the lovely stuff when he was through fucking Teeny. The lucky bastard. The car lurched on its springs once again, and when I squinted in the dim light from a corner streetlight, I saw that the two lovers were half on their sides and one of Teeny's legs was thrown way back. My breath went funny in my throat. I could see the white underside of her ass and the swollen lips of her cunt curved around Jim's blood darkened cockshaft. Teeny's pussy hair was sparse and blonde and I could see just how she was put together. When Jim pulled his prick back some, part of the pretty cheerleader's inner pussy bloomed out, clasping slickly around his meat. Her cunt flesh was a dark red and glossy with flooding juice. As Jim fucked deep again, the slippery wet sound made me grit my teeth with his cock deep in Teeny's snatch, she began to roll her ass in jerking circles. Jim's balls grazed the swells of her trim buttcheeks as she writhed.

There was the wild sound of her covering his face with wet kisses. "Jim, darling, let's make a baby!"

"I was gonna put on a rubber…"

"No, Jim!" she sighed, moving her ass more feverishly than ever, clutching his ass with her small freckled hands. "We can get married later…"

"Teeny," Jim protested.

I could see that he'd stopped pumping his cock in and out of her twat, but even though he was holding his rod deep, trying not to move, Teeny was doing all the humping far him. One of her feet was still planted firmly on the foam mattress, the other braced against the roof of my station wagon.

"Come, darling!" she cooed, hands fluttering along his bare back. "Put a baby in me!"

"Damn it, Teeny… we…"

My eyes were open wide as I took all this in. Teeny's little belly was quivering as she humped and squirmed her ass like a wild seal under Jim's hips. I saw his back heaving as he sucked in huge lungfuls of air and tried to hold on. But finally he gave a jerk, and I saw him plunging in and out of her buttery pussy again.

"Yes, my darling," Teeny choked, her voice throaty with passion. She clasped both legs over Jim's back and threw her head around until her blonde curls were a tangled mass of loveliness.

Jim grunted wildly and jammed his cock forward again and again, driving the wind from pretty Teeny's lungs.

"Oh, Christ!" she babbled. "Give me twins! Give me triplets!"

"Damn… Jesus damn!" Jim groaned.

I could tell the sap was already beginning to spurt from the tip of his cock. Teeny's toes fanned out and she dug her heels tighter against Jim's ass as he humped furiously. I could hear the cum smacking wetly around the pretty blonde's pussy and she had begun to giggle in a crazy, almost hysterical way as her own convulsions made her back arch up from the mattress.

"Shove it deep, Jim!" she rasped.

I rubbed a hand over my face and twisted back around in the seat. It was funny how hard I was breathing just from watching two other people fuck. I made a quick U turn and headed back to town. Teeny and Jim just lay there wrapped around each other until I hit Main. With the little curtains I'd made to hang over the windows it didn't matter that they were still undressed. It was like riding in a bedroom on wheels. I smacked the steering wheel with my fist. A lot of good it did me. But someday I was going to use it. When I could find a chick who liked to ball. Maybe there were girls in other towns who…

That was when the idea hit me. Maybe it was watching my buddy Jim do his thing with Teeny all wild and free like. Or maybe it was remembering that I'd finished paying off my Ford and had a hundred bucks saved up to boot. Even the Rolling Stones screaming out of my tape deck must have had something to do with it. But all these things coming down at the same time made something snap in my head. Right then I knew I wasn't going to go to pharmacy school next fall or work in my old man's drug store or hang around this dumb-ass town any longer. It would be simple to pull off, too.

Since I was going to the cabin anyway with Janey and since the folks would be coming up in a couple of weeks, I could plan to leave just before they got there. With plenty of firewood in for chilly mornings and the kitchen stocked with food, my sister would be able to make out all right for a day or so.

I tightened and untightened my hands on the wheel and let the tach creep up on the green-glowing dial. Maybe I could try California. Yeah, that was the place to go! There sure wasn't any law that said I had to hang around my hometown for the rest of my life. I could write my folks a letter when I got to the Coast and tell them I loved them and all that kind of thing. They'd understand and I'd be free.

My speed was getting toward fifty, so I cooled it down and cruised Main Street twice. Then I saw that Teeny was finally struggling into her panties again so I headed for the school parking lot where we'd left Jim's pickup truck.

When he got out, there was a stunned, numb look on his face and I remembered that Teeny's cunt was brimming with his cum… probably at the most dangerous time of the month, too. Teeny seemed pleased with her little victory, though, as she bounced up and down in her sneakers, round titties bobbing merrily under her pullover. She'd always been crazy about Jim and now it looked as if she'd managed to snag him. As I was about to pull away, Teeny leaned in the window. Her lips were full and soft-looking, and I found myself almost wishing she were my girl – even if her belly was full of jizz.

"Thanks, Ross, for letting us double with you." She gave a wink and flitted away. To me Teeny Buston already looked mighty pregnant. On the way home, I thought of just how easy it was to complicate your life. Jim had been out for a little action and now he'd be lucky to come out of it without a wife, a steady job, a kid and one of those stupid little bungalows out in the new development. I couldn't let my own plans get tangled up like that, even though it was still hard for me to think straight whenever I got close to a girl. But California would be different. Out there girls knew the score. They were out for a good time, too… just like the guys.

When the tach bumped five thousand, I tucked the shifter into second and got a little rubber. The Ford fishtailed a little and tore ass. Made me feel good. Now that I'd finally decided to do something about my life, things were sure looking up.

CHAPTER TWO

When I pulled into the driveway and clicked off the lights, I noticed that the upstairs guest room was lit up. That meant that Jessica was here. It was the only time Mom opened that room up. In fact, we'd even come to think of it as Jessica's room because she used it so often. Jessica was my older cousin and she spent just about as much time around our place as she did with her own mother. Most of the year, of course, she was at the school for the blind, helping children. That had been her specialty in college, and she was supposed to be very good at it. Maybe she was so good at it because Jessica herself was blind.

She was sitting oh the edge of the sofa when I came into the room, her head tilted a little as if she were listening. It was the way I always remembered my cousin. She always perched on chairs more than sat in them and when people talked, her nostrils flared a little, as if she were almost smelling the words. My mother pulled nervously at her dress as I slumped down in a chair.

"Ross?" Jessica asked softly.

"Yeah, Jess, it's me." There was something in the air. Something my mother felt uneasy about. It had to be something to do with going to the cabin, because I could see my blind cousin's hiking boots and a heavy sweater in a neat pile next to her feet.

"Jessica's going with you and Janey tomorrow," Mom said. "Your aunt and I decided it would do her good."

"Oh. Well, that's great."

The gold frames of her dark glasses glinted as she turned to look just past my face. It bothered a lot of people when she did that, but I'd gotten used to it long before.

"She's worked so hard with the children at school this past winter that we all agreed she should get away for a while." Mom looked hopefully at me, guessing that I wouldn't like the idea much.

Jessica folded and unfolded her pretty hands. "Are you sure you won't mind, Ross?" she asked. "I mean, if you don't want me along…"

"No. Really, it's all right." Actually, it wasn't worth a shit, but what could I say? I'd have to rethink my plans so I could still get away before my folks joined us all at the cabin. Jessica smiled prettily at me… or almost at me. Though there was no way really to be certain, I suddenly flashed on the idea that Jessica wasn't wearing a bra. She seemed especially feminine, too, waiting gracefully for when that she could go to the cabin with Sis and me. Feminine. I smiled at the unfamiliar idea. Somehow I'd always thought of Jessie as a blind person first and a girl way down the line some place. That she had fantastic legs and a trim, curvy body and tits like Teeny Buston… that didn't seem to matter. A blind person was just a blind person. They were… different. But now as I sat there looking at Jessica in her short skirt and bright-colored blouse, I found myself comparing her to girls I went to school with. Jessica may have sensed my stare, because she tossed her head so that her raven-black hair tumbled over the fronts of her shoulders. There was a tiny mole on her right cheek and I wondered idly if Jessie knew it was there.

My mother got up. "Well, I'm glad it's all settled. Would you like a glass of milk, Jessica, before you go to bed?"

"No thanks, Aunt Martha." Her fingers lay still in her lap.

I followed my mother out of the room and as soon as the kitchen door swung shut, I gave her an impatient look. "Look, Mom, it's pretty rough country up there and Jessica being blind and all that means I'll have to be the one to lead her around all over the place."

"Now, Ross, you know the kind of person Jess is. Why, some sighted people don't get around half so good. She's very independent."

"But one of these days she's going to fall bad and…"

"Your cousin's not afraid of a little spill occasionally." My mother took my hand. "Ross, she's such a good girl and it's especially important this time that she get this vacation." There was a worried look on her face.

"What do you mean by that?"

Mom took a deep breath. "Jessica's been having… problems. She doesn't have any close friends her own age, and the people at the school say she works too hard. Lately she's been getting a little psychiatric counseling, but her mother and I feel that a vacation is really what she needs."

"You mean she's…" I tapped my head.

"Of course not!" my mother walked nervously across the kitchen and returned. "It's just that she gets a little caught up about things sometimes."

"Guess I don't have much choice."

When we came back into the front room, Jessica hadn't moved. Her blouse was so thin that I could see the line of her shoulder blades through it. Just like I'd thought, there was no bra strap crossing her back.

"Well, I'm going off to bed," Mom said. "Ross, you can help Jessica to her room upstairs when she's ready."

I sat down at the other end of the soft and looked at my cousin's profile. The long straight nose and the way her cheekbones were so high made her look like some exotic princess. She felt my stare and turned slightly.

"You really don't want to take me along, do you, Ross?"

It was just like I'd always thought: blind people could smell things out. "It's no big thing," I said quickly, deciding to be honest. "We can work it out."

"I won't be any trouble; really I won't." Her hands came alive again, the finger interlacing. "Could you move closer? I feel funny talking to someone I can't touch."

Jessica had touched me lots of times before. I could even remember a time when I was five and Jessie had been ten. We'd played a game where I frowned or smiled or made some other kind of face and she tried to guess what I was thinking just by running her fingertips over my lips and brow and chin. But this time when her long fingers tickled my cheeks, I got a terrific surge of excitement… right in my crotch. There was a powdery fragrance about her, too, that I hadn't ever noticed before. Behind the dark lenses of her glasses I could see the blank look of her open eyes.

"How are things at school?" I asked, lamely trying to make conversation.

"How was your date?" she asked back, the hint of a shy smile on her lips. When Jessica smiled, there were tiny dimples just under her eyes. Even with her dark glasses on, I could see them.

"How did you know I had a date?"

"Aunt Martha told me, but I would've known anyway." She wrinkled up her nose and gave me a knowing smile. "You smell kind of…"