Rand McTiernan

Her Forbidden Brother

CHAPTER ONE

The town of Billford, Texas might be small but it sure could throw one hell of a Saturday night dance. That's what everyone said from the other small towns nearby in the prairie belt where nothing, absolutely nothing, was done but cattle raising. Some people bragged that this area was the last remnant of the “wild west,” others claimed there was no “wild west” left, and this controversy never failed to start at least one fight at the Saturday night Billford Dance. It attracted all the cattle-workers, feeders, pen keepers, railroad herders, truck drivers, slaughterers and packers-and they all proudly referred to themselves as “cowboys.” Old men, young men still in high school, wives, daughters, children and grandmas made the Saturday night at Billford a tradition where they danced to the whining strains of blue-grass “stomping” music and drank from the long bar until the few coy-white under-thigh to gaze at. “Seen little David?” the leering creep asked. Dorothy shook her head and said nothing. But Vic giggled again and added, “Shit, he's not here, is he?

I thought he'd be home playing his toot-flute like a good little boy!”

“Yeah!” Len guffawed. “He sure loves playing that flute! Hah!

You'd think he didn't have another one!” Vic loved it and started laughing. “Hell, sure he's got another flute! His skin flute! Only problem is he don't know what it's for!” “No waste!” added Len.

“No girl'd want him anyway!” “You guys make me sick,” said Dorothy with distaste. She hated it when they picked on David, made fun of him because he wasn't a crude rough-and-tumble jerk like they were. “Hey, come on guys,” said Ted. “Don't get Dottie all angry and worked up now.” Vic shut up immediately. But not Len, he never was too quick. “Okay, we'll leave getting her worked up to you,” he mumbled. Dorothy could feel Ted's body grow tense. Ted might be a big, thick-headed cowboy but there was one thing he didn't like, dirty talk in front of ladies. She leaned close to his large, hard shoulder and blew a kiss at his face. He calmed down, he knew it would be bad taste to pound his fist into the face of his girl's own brother, even if he was only a stepbrother. As she leaned Len was thrilled. Her legs opened and at last he saw deep between the flawless curves of her thighs. His eyes captured a quick glimpse of white undies choked up tight around the full tissues and soft hair of her crotch. The folds of her round buns were squashed below the mellow hump like two serving trays presenting a delicious fruit. Dorothy sat back up and closed her legs. She could see the redness of Len's face and knew what he saw but ignored it. If she said anything it would start a brawl; the best thing to do now would be to get Ted on his feet and outside. It wasn't difficult, all Dorothy had to do was slip her hand behind Ted, find the round firmness of his jutting rump and give it a pinch. He smiled and swaggered to his feet. “Come on, babe,” he said. “It's time to get outta here.” As they walked across the dance floor to the exit Len and Vic watched the tantalizing toss of her short skirt pitching with the lift and fall of each full, proud cheek of her ass. The skirt ended at mid-thigh, and Dorothy's supple, curvaceous legs glowed with well-scrubbed enticement.

“Man, she's got some body,” Vic remarked. “That Ted is one lucky fella to be climbing into something like her,” Len said through clenched teeth. “You think he's fucking her?” Vic asked.

“Ted? Shit, yes. Ted won't have nothing to do with a broad unless she puts out.” “Lucky fucker.” Len closed his eyes as Dorothy and Ted went out the door. “I sure wouldn't mind having a girlfriend built like that.” “There ain't one within a hundred miles,” Vic said. “But I tell you, I sure would like to poke it inside her.” Len opened one eye. “What the fuck you saying? She's your stepsister, you can't go fucking her,” he teasingly said. “Hah!

Just give me the chance!” Vic answered. “It don't matter anyway, her being a stepsister, she's not a blood relative. It's not like incest.”

“Still…” whispered Len. His brother was taking him seriously.

Vic looked Len in the eye and said, “You telling me you'd throw her out of bed just because our father married her mother?”

“Well…” “Suppose he hadn't? Would you toss her out then?”

Len's other eye opened. “No, I guess not.” “Then what's the difference? Shit, you can even marry a stepsister! There ain't nothing wrong with it, I tell you.” Len shrugged. “Well, I guess if I had the chance to fuck her I'd be a fool not to. She's sure got a body I wouldn't forget very soon, nice legs, bit tits, curvy ass and a nice, puffy cunt.” “How do you know that?” Vic asked. Len's eyes closed again and he sat back with a smug look. “I just know, that's all.” “You asshole.” Once they were outside the fresh air did a lot to revive Ted's drooping eyelids. “Come on,” he said. “Let's put the top down on the car and drive over to the lake.” It took only minutes to lower the convertible top on his Chevy and they were off. The lake was a pitiful sight, flat, surrounded by mud and sparse growth. The tracks of the few cattle allowed to graze on their own dotted the muck, but in the moonlight these details were obscured. Ted parked on a slight rise to the side of the lake where they could see the sparkling reflection of the mid-summer moon. “Water level's low,” he commented. Dorothy wasn't concerned with irrigation levels however, she knew why they were there. This was the same place they had parked eight months ago when she let Ted screw her for the first time. She had been a virgin until then and on that one beautiful night she threw all her hopes and dreams up to him. She didn't really know what she had expected. Her father dead only six months, and already her mother had announced plans to marry Jake Holloway, graduation was coming, she just wanted a man, a strong man like her father, to take her away from all the heartbreak and confusion. Ted was the strongest man around, that was fine, but the feeling of loss and futility still existed now, after eight months. There was no chance to get away… especially with Ted. His muscular arm circled her slender shoulders and pulled her close. “Soon as I get enough money ahead I'm buying some of this land and start my own operation,” he said as his mouth came down to meet hers. Their lips came together softly at first. Dorothy's tongue slid out to greet his. Ted's hot, thick tongue plunged deep inside her mouth and scooped at the sweetness of her tasty saliva and the lips crushed hard against each other. With a low groan Dorothy arched her back and pressed into him until the ends of her pointed breasts crushed against his chest. His arms engulfed her, brought her in even tighter, hugged the soft limberness of her fresh body into the power of his. Dorothy was wrapped in a sheath of strong, protective muscle as Ted's hands slid slowly down the curve of her back to press into the pliant meat of her rump. She kept one hand moving across his broad back, caressing down to his waist and back up.

She didn't want to appear too eager. To her dismay, Dorothy had learned that Ted equated eagerness with looseness, that he felt aggressiveness on the part of a woman was unladylike, something only prostitutes and easy girls practiced. The most she could get away with was an occasional pat on the rear, like at the dance. Ted's fingers dug deeply around and under her curving buttocks to work the fabric of her skirt up and away, then he felt the soft slickness of the satin undies. They were cool, smooth, and fully packed with even cooler and smoother flesh. He liked Dorothy, liked her a lot. She wasn't like the other girls around town, she had class. As his fingers caressed across the satin-covered slope of her melonlike buns Ted recalled the only time she had reminded him of the less appealing girls in town. That one night after they had made love she was stroking his cock; that was okay, stroking his pecker like it was made of gold. But when she leaned her head down and kissed it he stiffened; then she tried to suck it into her mouth. Ted stopped her. “You don't want me to?” Dorothy asked. She seemed hurt, rejected. Ted said, “No. You don't have to do nothing like that to show me you like me. I'm happy with everything we've done so far.” She never tried it again and Ted decided she was just making an effort to please him, misguided as it was. After all, the girl was a virgin before she met him, everything she needed to know he would teach her. And Ted wanted to teach her right because he had big plans for this beautiful girl, lifelong plans. He slid his hands under the elastic band of the undies and felt the incredible softness of her bare rump. They were like two big lumps of bread dough, firm and tender. The deep, warm crack between the mounds was like a channel to guide his fingers down deep until he could feel the sweltering heat of her crotch.

Dorothy's breath was rasping in her throat, she was dying to feel his fingers dig far inside the crack of her ass, to feel them probe at her anus, puncture inside the tight little hole and twirl her asshole into oblivion. But led never touched her there, no he went straight for the hole that counted. Counted for him. “Oh, Ted…” she sighed in his ear as she felt the fingers touching at the bottom of her wet, drooling pussylips. “Yeah, baby, oh yeah,” he answered.

He was twisting now, rolling her onto her back and sliding his hand up under the skirt to pull the satin briefs down her long, limber legs. In the moonlight he saw the sparkling whiteness of her flawless thighs, the cap of light blond hair crowning her crotch, a quick glimpse of the red gash yearning so furiously for the fill of a hard cock. After dropping the underpants to the floor of the car Ted's hands moved up to the buttons of her white blouse. She lay there, her chest heaving with hot breath as he undid them one by one. Dorothy had been tempted to go to the dance tonight without a bra, but at the last minute decided against it. She wasn't sure how Ted would react, how he'd classify her behavior. He parted the blouse to each side and gazed down on the massive cones of white on her chest. Underneath were two of the biggest, firmest tits he'd ever touched in his life. When he and some of the guys drove the seventy five miles to Meehanville where they had the topless shows he hadn't once seen a pair of tits as nice as Dorothy's. She arched her back and closed her blue eyes as Ted fumbled underneath and undid the bra. It went loose but didn't fall away, the cups just sat on top of the billowing breasts. Like he was opening a birthday present Ted lifted the halter and viewed the pink-nippled melons underneath. He swallowed, they were beautiful. And with each breath the meaty piles wiggled slightly, the soft, relaxed nipples were like two eyes staring back at him. He pressed his face down to rest on one of the downy pillows and kissed the silken skin. Goosebumps formed on her flesh under his lips as he nibbled and sucked up to the waiting, burning nipple. “Yes, oh yes, Ted,” Dorothy sighed. Ted knew she loved having her tits eaten, that's why he saved them until after getting her pants off.

Just from having her nipples bitten and sucked she went crazy, started gasping and grabbing out for him like a little demon, that's why he wanted everything out of the way downstairs… so he could get his cock in there right away while she was cooking. His tongue licked across a nipple and it instantly puckered into a crimson knot. He circled it with his lips and sucked up hard, felt the surrounding flesh ease inside his mouth, felt it grow with intense heat and passion. While working at her nipples he used his hands to undo his steer-head belt buckle and open his pants. With a minimum of fumbling he pushed the jeans down and exposed the red-headed root between his legs. Dorothy knew what he was doing and wanted to help, wanted to caress the cheeks of his ass and reach down to clamp a tight fist around his hot cock. Then stroke it, slide her fingers all over it until it burst with fire, pump the big hose until it gushed the white cream all over her. But not yet. His mouth was traveling from breast to breast, nipping, sucking, licking the tits into a frothed, hot pile of thrashing flesh. She kept heaving the breasts up to his face, smothering him with soft meat, goading him on and on. Finally he did it, he bit one nipple very hard. “Uuuuuugh…” Dorothy groaned. She twisted, wrenched her hips, slithered under him like a trapped reptile. He bit again and she knew she could now get away with limited aggressiveness. Her hands scratched at his back and came down to rest on his bare rump. He jerked slightly when feeling her touch but didn't do anything to discourage her. She brushed her fingers across the hairy mounds of his ass and down to the well-muscled back of his thighs. She's really turned on now, Ted was telling himself. She's grabbing my ass, begging to feel me inside her. But he waited, he wanted to work her up real good and hot.

Dorothy cautiously moved a hand from his hip and stroked his belly, smoothed the fine hairs, moved closer and closer to his hard, exposed cock. Then she did it, she no longer cared what the hell he thought, she reached out and circled the base of his large cock with her hand. He jerked again, shuddered with delight. Dorothy held tight and slowly stroked up and down. Then his hands were back to her crotch, the large middle finger was teasing at the tight lips of her wet cunt. He pushed the folds of skin back and felt the hot juice drip from the crack before slipping the finger inside. He put it deep, way inside the burning hug of the hole. “Oh! Ted! Teddy!” she cried.

Dorothy only dared to call him “Teddy” at moments of high passion.

He felt the grasping slickness inside her, the trembling muscles of her cunt walls, the tremendous heat, and he stabbed his finger in and out with greater and greater speed. Juices drooled from her hole down to coat the cheeks of her ass and soak into the fabric of the auto seat. He wanted to finger-fuck her until she climaxed and then drive his cock in but his own excitement was rapidly growing with each stroke of her hand. He worked his finger in tiny circular motions, touching all the skins inside her, driving her hips into uncontrolled twists. “Teddy…” she softly sighed as his finger brushed against her clitoris and caused a wave of tingling passion to run throughout her torso. She stopped stroking his cock and just held on, he was getting her so close. “Come on, honey,” he whispered. “Let it go once before we really get started.” “Oh! Oh! Uhhhhh…” she groaned out loud as her cunt started to wash and tremble around his stabbing finger. She heaved her hips up and swayed in mid-air as her guts felt like they were melting. Then she was clipping her cunt up against his finger, fucking it back like it was a cock, making impassioned love to it. “That's the girl…” Ted whispered.

Juices were running freely from the cheeks of her ass and she was wet halfway down the thighs as bolt after bolt of wracking ecstasy slammed through her body. She squeezed his thick cock hard in her hand and pulled it toward the blustering hole between her legs. “Give it to me, Ted. Please! Please put it in me…” That's what Ted liked most of all. Having a girl beg for his cock, plead like she'd die without it. And Dorothy was the easiest thing to get all worked up he ever found, once his mouth was on her tits she couldn't lie stopped. It was all the way or nothing at all, and eight months ago she was a virgin! Man, he told himself over and over, the guys in this town sure aren't on the ball! They all figured her for a girl who doesn't do this kind of thing… well, she isn't… I mean, with me it's something special because she knows how I feel about her.

Her thighs were spread wide apart and he could see her tender cunt in the moonlight as it hoisted up and begged. The yellow hair of her crotch was like a patch of fog, the ovals of her ass hung underneath, strained up to present the delicious pussy. He would have loved to plunge right down and engulf the cunt with his mouth but didn't want her to think he was that type of guy. No, that kind of thing was reserved for the other girls, the ones whose respect he didn't want. Ted moved his hips between her legs and she opened even more. In the cramped quarters it was difficult for a guy of Ted's size to get into position so Dorothy pulled her legs back and up to give him all the room possible. She was folded open to him, her twat stretched wide in her crotch, burning, screaming to be filled and pumped with cock. He brought the thick head of his cock down to her wetness and wiggled it back and forth until it too was smeared with the lubrication. Then he shoved it in. Just shifted his weight and let it all drop behind the quick, plunging drive of his long, hard cock. “Oh! Ugggh!” Dorothy grimaced and cried with pain. He knew it always hurt the girls when he stuck his cock in them, that's the way they liked it Hard and fast with lots of quick, deep strokes.

Ted's powerful torso rolled with wave after wave of thrusting, pulling motions as the initial pain eased inside Dorothy's pussy. She could feel the cock now that the pain was leaving, feel it plow deep inside her cavity and stretch the walls wide apart. Feel it brush heat and excitement throughout her. It felt so good to have her twat filled up, so secure, so protected, so fulfilled. Her hands came down to his bare ass to urge the punishing thrusts. She felt good all over, wonderful, close to a second climax. And everything would have been fine except for one feeling, the one hollowness inside her that never seemed to go away… even when she was enjoying herself so! It was a fear, a fear that she'd be Stuck out here in the middle of nowhere for the rest of her life. Just like all the rest of the married women she saw in town, drab, beaten down by the sand and dust and prairie… just another wife of another guy who called himself a “cowboy.”

Dorothy had hoped that Ted would be her escape from it all, hoped that his promise, his achievements in football or wrestling might lead to a college scholarship and get them away from this stinking town.

But no, Ted was a great football player and many coaches had done their best to get him into their colleges and onto their teams but his grades were pitiful. As one coach put it, “I'm sorry, Ted, they're willing to make an exception now and then, or bend a rule, but in your case they'd have to revise the whole scholastic system.” Ted loved the way her pussy collapsed around his shaft and seemed to suck at every bit of skin. It was a tight hole with lots of hot juice and each time she squirmed her crotch up to him it was like a thousand lashing tongues scrubbing the length of his imbedded pole. The walls of the cunt were vibrating, trembling Without stop as his cock pounded in and out. “Oh, God, Teddy… It feels so good…” she sighed.

“It sure does baby,” he answered. Slight beads of perspiration were on her upper lip, her blue eyes seemed mellow, pleased in the moonlight, she was breathing in short gasps which came from her mouth each time his cock dug to full depth. Her hips were rocking up to him now, lifting, twisting slightly to ease the shaft in and out. His hands moved down to cup the soft folds of her ass and squeeze hard. Dorothy grimaced, then smiled as he eased up. She didn't mind a little pain every once in a while, she had accepted it as part of sex, after all Ted was a big man and not overly gentle.

Right from the start she experienced and accepted the pains of his robust fucking. Then the hands were on her tits, kneading them, squeezing the abundant flesh into distorted masses, pinching the nipples until her breath caught and she sighed, “Ohhhhhh… Here I go again…” She jerked her hips up violently and felt his cock ram powerfully into the deepest regions of her cunt, felt the cock head smash forcefully into her tenderness and painfully drive another orgasm from her shuddering body. “Yes! God! Oh!” she cried out loud. “Go baby! Yes!” he howled in return. Ted's hips were now thrashing with a fury of speed as he felt his own juices starling to rise. Dorothy jammed her cunt up high to keep it filled with his burning cock as all her muscles seemed to grow hot, then freeze, then go hot again. She opened her mouth wide to gasp for air and hoped it would never end, hoped the blinding ecstasy would stay in her guts forever and smother away the little fears. Ted's cock was throbbing with pressure, then it came. The thick cream sped along the length with wrenching pumps until it blasted from the end and smeared the pink walls of her shivering pussy. It gushed out with tremendous strength to paint and coat her completely, to fill the cavity until it spilled back out and trickled from the ring her lips made around the base of the still pumping cock. He clamped his arms tight around the slim shoulders and hugged her close as thrust after powerful thrust of his cock pumped the sticky sperm into a foam of white bubbles. The majority of the jism was pumped right out of her cunt due to the lack of space and trickled across the white cheeks of her ass.

Ted's violent pumping finally slowed and he relaxed in the arms of Dorothy. After a few minutes' rest Ted sat up and started pulling his pants back into place. Silently, Dorothy also dressed. The wonderful feeling was gone, it passed so quickly, she thought. It was always like this, always so great until afterwards… there was nothing left… just emptiness. “How was I, baby?” he asked.

It wasn't until after he asked the question that Dorothy realized he always asked that. Asked that same question every time.

“Fine,” she answered. She stopped herself as she felt the question forming on her lips, the question she always asked. The one about how she was. She suddenly realized she didn't need to ask him or anyone how well she did her fucking. It all seemed so silly…

He started the car up, just as usual, and drove her home. They usually sat outside the house and did some innocent necking before she went in but tonight Dorothy wasn't in the mood. She wanted to talk.

“Maybe we should cool it for a while, Ted,” she whispered.

“Huh?” “I mean take it easy. I'm getting all confused, I don't know if I like you because of you or because of what we do… that's all. I want some time to sort things out.” He swallowed.

Then he reminded himself that Dorothy wasn't some dumb chick like the others, she was serious… and he had serious plans for her. Maybe if he played along, let her have some time to think things out it would be best. If she came to him after a few weeks and said it was he she liked, not just the fact that they had sex, he would ask her to get married. “You want to not have sex for a while?” he asked.

“More than that. Maybe we shouldn't see each other, give ourselves a chance to see what we really think and feel about one another,” she said. “Jesus, baby, I don't know how long I can go without you. I really dig you,” he said. “That's just it, Ted, do you dig me because of me or because of what I let you do to me?”

He started to answer, then stopped. A smile came across his face.

Shit, she'll be back, he told himself. “Okay, I'm willing to give us a test. How's two weeks?” She nodded. “Okay, but if I want longer you won't get mad at me will you?” “Longer? What will you need longer for? What are you planning to do during those two weeks? Go out with another guy?” His temper was getting worked up. “No, silly,” answered Dorothy. “I just want time to think, that's all. Time to decide what I want to do with my life.” He grinned. “Man, you don't have to wonder about that. I've got big plans for us, baby. Some day I want to own this town.”

CHAPTER TWO

It was something she had done many times, ever since she was eleven and David was ten. And the next morning as Dorothy lay in bed she couldn't help but think about it. Especially the first time she saw it… it was such a surprise. Their father was alive then and they lived on the other side of town near the railroad where he worked. Dorothy and David shared a bedroom then, it was a small house.

One morning she woke up and rolled over. David was in the twin bed opposite hers. That's when she saw it, his thing. It had slipped from his underpants and hung half-stiff between his legs. The bedcovers were tossed back and he was on his back snoring away. David was always a heavy sleeper and snored often, even at that young age.

She remembered how awed she was to see the pink penis just sitting up there like it was some little person to greet her “Good morning.”

At first she was giggling, then serious, then curiosity got the better part of her. She got out of bed and went real close to get a good look at the funny little pee-pee. That was seven years ago and since then many changes had taken place. One was David's decision to no longer sleep with underpants on. At first she wondered if he knew she was watching him whenever the opportunity came up but she decided that was crazy, he'd have said something. But it did make her observations a lot easier and a lot more frequent. She felt privileged to be able to watch the pink little worm grow and develop over the period of seven years. Watch as the first hairs broke through the skin above his cock and finally grew thick enough to surround the base like a little forest. It was also a great thrill to know that her younger brother had exactly the same color hair as she did. The same yellow-blond hair on their heads and the same down there too. It was only a year ago when she got the courage to lift the blankets away when they were covering him, before that she just had to wait until he tossed them aside. But he was a sound sleeper and she moved with great caution. Lifting them up and folding them back, the gazed down on the developing, maturing shaft of her brother. It had changed so much! The cuteness was gone, now it was a beautiful tube of splendid pinkness with a flared head. And it had grown. David usually woke up with an erection because he had to go to the bathroom so Dorothy had ample opportunity to see the delightful cock at full extension.

She remembered the time she touched it and almost woke him up. It was such a daring move after so many years of just peeking and giggling. It was less than a year ago when she had figured he was so sound asleep one little pet from her finger couldn't disturb him. It was so warm! Then he stirred, grumbled, rolled over, and she ran from the room. Then father died and it all ended. Things were different, just different. She wasn't interested in watching her brother grow or anything else for that matter. That's when she started going out with Ted. Then mother married Jake Holloway and they moved in with them. It was a big house, Jake and Mom in the master bedroom, Vic and Len shared a large bedroom, Dorothy had her own smaller room and David was given the attic room all by himself. She hadn't peeked on him since. But this morning was different for some reason.

Maybe it was because she and Ted were “cooling it” for a while, maybe that was it. She knew David didn't approve of Ted though he never said so, they were just so different, that's all. But Dorothy did feel a need to tell David the news, to try and re-bridge the gap that had grown between them since moving into this house. Vic and Len didn't help either, always teasing him. Making fun of his interest in music, joking because he wasn't athletic, didn't like horses and knew nothing at all about cattle. They called him a sissy, a momma's boy, and frequently laughed at him. But for some reason David always took it in silence. Dorothy slipped from her bed and put on her pink houserobe. Everyone else was sleeping as she slowly tiptoed up the stairs to the attic room. She eased open his door and looked inside.

David was sleeping all right, she could hear the wheeze of his breath.

He was on his back. She closed the door behind her and walked softly to the side of his bed. In the dim light she could make out his chiseled features, the delicate, pointed nose and smooth skin. His lips were pink and his eyebrows curved just so. Ever since their childhood people had marveled over how much she and David looked alike. They had the same face… only on her it was considered beautiful, alluring… on him, effeminate. Yes, that was it. All the guys thought David was effeminate. But Dorothy knew better, she knew he possessed something no female could ever hope to have. And his looks, his beautiful face, were like those she saw in the magazines on men modeling clothes. Not the rugged, scarred and beaten faces with broken noses and two days of beard like every man in this part of the country had, but the delicate, sensitive face of a cultured man.

Dorothy always believed David got such a teasing because the rest of the guys were jealous. None of the girl she knew seemed to mind, in fact most of them thought he was handsome in a “different” sort of way. But David didn't want anything to do with them for reasons Dorothy could agree with, they were just the female counterparts of the men. The thing she was afraid of becoming if she married Ted.

Dorothy stood by the bed for several minutes before reaching for the covers. He was still breathing steadily, so she gently lifted the blankets up and back from his leg. He didn't move. She peeled the blanket back to the side and gazed down at the beautiful cock she hadn't seen for so long. Her heart swelled, she hadn't realized how much she missed these secret moments of forbidden intimacy. If he ever woke up he'd kill her but she didn't care. It was a splendid rod and it lay there half hard, sloped across the yellow hair with its belly up like a wounded snake. And the fleshy sac with the two balls nestled between his legs; fine blond hairs grew from that too. He was sleeping soundly so Dorothy decided to touch it. She had to!

Compared to the brutal cock of Ted this was a masterpiece! And it looked bigger, if she stroked it, it would grow to full size and she'd know for sure. Very gently she laid the tip of her finger on the head.

David stirred slightly, he swallowed. Dorothy froze, she was about to run from the room but he didn't wake up. She softly traced her fingertip down the entire length of the cock and felt the warm heat of the soft flesh. It started to expand and grow right under her touch! He was wheezing again so she added another finger and stroked the length. The cock firmed enough to cause the head to lift up from his belly, the soft pinkness was turning to a more visible red. She now brushed her cupped fingers up and down several times, slowly, softly, hardly touching any more than a draft warm air from the window would. The cock straightened and stiffened to a full erection under her hand! God, she thought to herself, it's magnificent! What a beautiful cock! She knew what she was going to do no matter how hard she tried to stop herself, how much she told herself it was stupid and he'd wake up for sure. But she knew she was going to do it, she had to for some unexplainable reason. She checked once again to make sure he was sleeping, then gently eased herself down to her knees beside the bed. She brought her face close to the cock, making sure not to let her long hair touch his legs or belly. She inhaled and smelled the wonderful ripe aroma of his aroused shaft. Her mouth was watering, trembling. She wanted o kiss it, to show it how much she loved it and how much she had missed it the past few months. To apologize for turning to Ted's thick cock for friendship. Her lips parted slightly as she lowered down and touched them to the flesh just under the glans. She lifted away quickly, expecting to hear him cry out. But David was still fast asleep. Dorothy went back down and kissed again. This time her lips lingered and she licked the tip of her tongue across the meaty skin and lilted it. She pulled back and gazed down at the wet her tongue had left on the small spot of his cock. His wheezing was unbroken, she had kissed his cock without waking him. She was telling herself to get up and go us her hand came down and circled the shaft, gave it a gentle, loving squeeze and tilted it upward. She was shaking with fear, she was sure she was going too far… but he still slept peacefully. She couldn't help it. She had tried to do it to Ted but he stopped her like it was something dirty. She wanted to feel a cock in her mouth so badly. She no longer cared if he woke up or not as she leaned back down, opened her lips wide, covered the cock head and felt it touch her tongue. She closed the lips around the delicious spike, swirled her tongue around the flared glans, marveled over the smoothness of the lump. Then she sucked softly and felt it grow even larger inside her lips. She pushed down and felt it glide deep inside her, pulled back and felt the veins and tissues rub against her hugging lips. It was the most tremendous feeling she had ever had. Her crotch was warm and she tingled from head to toe as the taste of the cock began to trickle down her throat. She pumped up and down several times until the cock was coated with her saliva, then she lifted off. David still slept so she went right back to the delightful stolen meal. Now she sucked harder, gave the glans a thorough lashing with her tongue and stroked her hand up and down on the exposed base at the same time. Then his hips started to move. Slowly at first, in rhythm with her bobbing head. She thought he was awake but wasn't about to look up. If he wanted her to stop now he'd have to pull her off. She could feel her own wetness streaming down the in-sides of her thighs, she was on fire inside and nothing could stop her now.

The hips became more and more active under her and she responded with deeper draws on the fire-hot cock. Her thighs were trembling and she could feel the stiffness in her nipples as his hips made the most insistent lift of all. The glans flared to an even wider stance before it happened. Her mouth was filled with his sperm, it came into her with shooting spurts of surprise. Dorothy first pulled back but stopped and plunged back down. The cream was choking her, filling her cheeks and gums, running down her throat as gush after gush pumped into her. She swallowed, that's all she could do. She held her breath and swallowed it down gulp after gulp. Then she relaxed, it was nice, it tasted tremendous, it was delicious. Her trembling thighs clamped tight together as an orgasm raced through her own body, as shivers of warmth ran up her spine to say everything was all right, it was okay. She licked all the sperm off the cock and kissed it dry as it relaxed into a semi-limp position. The flesh was still red and more puckered, but it was unchanged. Dorothy made her last swallow and decided she better look up now, look up and face the fury of her brother. He was still sleeping.

CHAPTER THREE

“Your mother and I will be in Reno for the whole week,” Jake Holloway said at dinner that night. He sat at the head of the rectangular table, opposite him sat his second wife, the mother of David and Dorothy. Vic and Len sat on the right side of the table, Dorothy and David on the left. “We'll be leaving on the early train so I want Vic and Len to drive us to the station. You boys will also be responsible for making sure everything gets done while we're gone,” he continued. “Sure, dad,” said Vic. “You don't have a thing to worry about, just have a good time.” He shook his head.

“You don't understand. When I say responsible I mean keeping out of the way of Ben, my foreman. He can take care of the feeding and everything that's necessary, that's what I pay him for. You boys will be expected to show up for your regular jobs… he'll tell you what to do.” Len made a disappointed face. “But, dad…” “No buts!”

Jake said firmly. “And I expect you two to show up too! I've had enough of this skipping your jobs just because your father's the boss.” “What about him?” asked Vic pointing at David. David looked up with surprise. “What's he supposed to do while you're gone?

Sit in his room and play the flutee tootee?” Jake scowled at Vic.

“David just got out of school for the summer. He'll have to help Dorothy take care of the house this week. When I get back he'll be assigned a job at the feed lots right along with you roughnecks.”

“How come he gets to wait until you're back?” Len asked.

Jake's face was getting redder each second. “Because Ben will have enough on his hands trying to keep track of you two, that's why!

I'm not gonna dump a new trainee on him too! When I get back I'll show him his job and see he learns it right… I don't think he'll have too hard a time doing better than you two.” If they weren't at the dinner table Vic would have spit. “Him? Hell, he can't even stand the smell of a clean steer let alone the ones in the feed lots!” Jake let his sons have their laugh before saying, “Can't say I blame him.

He's not like you two who never even try to wash it off.” Dorothy started to giggle but a quick glance from her mother silenced her.

Whenever Jake was reprimanding his sons Dorothy, David, and their mother kept out of it. But as usual the sons didn't know when to stop.

“Well, maybe he can vacuum and do dishes as well as he can play his flute,” mumbled Len. “Make somebody a nice little housewife someday,” added Vic. Jake let the comments pass and Dorothy looked over at David to see if he was angry. But David continued to eat and seemed oblivious to Vic and Len. She wondered how he was able to let their crude, insulting remarks never bother him. Why he just didn't seem to care one way or the other. Len grinned. “Maybe we should find him a herd of sheep to take care of with his flute. He can toe-dance under a tree and watch all the little lambs.” “That's enough boys,” mumbled Jake. Vic and Len starting giggling and became silent while the rest of the dinner was eaten. Afterwards David volunteered to do the dishes for his mother. “I'm sure you've got packing to do, mom,” he said. As he was in the kitchen Len and Vic came back in to watch and snicker. “Don't get dishpan hands, Davee,” sang Len. “You don't want to be all red and chafed. Maybe you'll need some hand lotion afterward?” Dorothy was drying, she spun around and snapped, “Why don't you creeps lay off?” “Ooooo!” giggled Vic. “Is little sister sticking up for her sweet little brother? Can't he defend himself? Huh? He needs a girl to protect him?” “Same difference,” cracked Len. “If he protects himself it would be just like fighting with a girl!” “Hah ha ha!” guffawed Vic. “He'd probably spit and scratch just like a pissed-off kitten!”

“Get out!” screeched Dorothy. “Shhhh…” David quietly whispered to her. She looked over at him and saw the same composed, unaffected expression. Dorothy went back to the dishes and did her best to ignore the childlike catcalls and whistles of Len and Vic as they left. After the dishes were done David went to his room and the soft strains of his gentle flute music filled the attic. Dorothy was still bothered by the antics of their stepbrothers and knew they would have to contend with them for a full week alone. She went up the stairs to the attic bedroom and knocked. The music stopped. “Come in,” David said. She entered the room and sat next to him on the bed. He looked so clean, so beautiful half lying against the headboard in his white tee-shirt and gently waving blond hair, that Dorothy wanted to immediately kiss him, comfort him, make all the hurt he must be suffering go away. He smiled, flawless white teeth glistened at her and she smiled back. Her teeth were as straight, as gleaming white.

“How can you take it?” she asked. “You mean the ribbing from the he-men?” he asked with a slight tilt of his head. “Yeah. Why don't you say something back?” He shrugged and placed the long, intricately constructed silver flute across his legs. “It wouldn't do any good. It would most likely just make things worse.” “I just don't understand how you can keep from screaming back at them.”

“Sometimes it's hard.” “Don't you want to change them? Make them look at you differently?” she asked. “You mean prove to them I'm not the little fairy they think I am?” he asked. Dorothy couldn't look at him. She didn't know what to say, he brought it up so matter-of-factly. But his hand reached out and tenderly lifted her chin up until their eyes met. “Face it, sis, they're not the only ones. Most of the guys at school consider me some kind of queer… maybe I am.” “Huh?” she asked with surprise. He laughed. “I don't mean it that way. I'm not a homosexual. But I'm also not the type of guy who's going to win any ribbons at a rodeo. I'm thin, I'm not strong and tough, I can't stand the smell of horseshit, steer-shit, bullpiss and human body odor. Those seem to be the things all the guys around here love.” Dorothy started giggling and nodding her head with full agreement. “So face it,” he said, “I'm real queer by cowboy standards.” “But does that mean you have to put up with their abuse?” “It sure does. Vic and Len don't know anything but how to be tough, rough, bronc-riding cowboys. The only way I could shut them up would be to bash their teeth in some noon on Main Street. And you know how that would turn out, my teeth would be the bashed-in ones. I value my teeth more than I do the whole bunch of snickering jerks in this town.” “But maybe if you tried… or threatened.. David shook his head. “No. I won't waste my time.

I've got my life to live my way… and my plans.” “Plans? What plans? Is that why you can put up with it?” “It sure is.”

“What are they? What are you going to do?” she asked. Dorothy now felt close to David, closer than they'd been in months. She watched as he closed his eyes and lifted his arms up behind his neck to cradle his head. He was slim but not skinny at all, he had the build of a sleek swimmer, narrow hips, thin arms and legs. Once again she was reminded of the male models in the fashion magazines she saw.

“I'm going to do what everyone expects me to do. As soon as I'm through with school it's goodbye Texas.” “You'll go away? Where?” she asked. “New York. As far from cattle as I can get and as close to the arts as possible. I want to study music, really study it,” he said. Dorothy felt a heaviness in her stomach. “You'd leave me?” she asked. “Would you rather watch me be ridiculed by the fine gentlemen of Billford?” Dorothy wanted to throw her arms around him, hug him close and press her mouth against his she was so overcome with a feeling of loss… a feeling she had last had the day her father died. But she stood and went for the door, she didn't want to turn back because her eyes were wet, but she had to say, “Ted and I decided not to go out for a while.” “That's good,” David answered. She quickly left the room.

CHAPTER FOUR

The first rays of the morning sun coming through the bedroom window woke Dorothy. She stretched and rolled over. The house was quiet, very quiet. She sat up. Her mother and Jake were supposed to leave early, Vic and Len were taking them to the train station. She got out of bed, slipped on her houserobe and looked into the master bedroom. They were gone. The bed was made, they had left without waking her to say goodbye. She shrugged and went back to bed. But sleep evaded her as she lay there looking out the window, wondering what she would do. Do with her life. The conversation with David the night before still bothered her. Not so much that he would leave some day but because he at least knew what he was going to do. She didn't.

Soon she'd have to start looking for a job, or get married.

That's what all the girls did. It wasn't very appealing. The jobs in the area were all related to cattle, some office work where they needed girls to file records or keep books, or being a waitress in town and feeding the men who handled the cattle. Dorothy soon realized she wasn't that fond of the smell of cattle either. She was lying on top of the bed and her fingers one by one fidgeted with the buttons of the robe. It was unconscious at first, popping one open, moving down to the next and opening it. Then she reached inside and felt her breast, felt the pleasant warmth and smooth texture of the nipple. It began to harden, pucker, lift up to her gentle strokes. She inhaled deeply. The hand moved down and a button came open before she touched it. Her flat, firm stomach was like fine velvet to her fingers. The slope from below her full breasts to the end of her rib cage was slight, then it plunged abruptly down to the belly which swept gracefully down like a wind-blown sand dune. The lowest point of the flesh plateau was the navel, the small knot of flesh snuggled inside a delicate crevice. Her finger moved inside the hole to touch the knot, make a small circle and slide back out. From there on down the flesh seemed to grow even softer and started the slight upward rise. A rise which abruptly ended when Dorothy's fingertips touched fine, soft hair. A thousand threads of silk waving atop the crest of full, mature womanhood before all the anatomy plunged, converged, collected into a mass of tender, swollen tissues.

Dorothy moved one finger down to touch the ripe skins alongside each side of her vaginal opening. It was warm, easily excitable flesh which thrillingly responded to even the slightest touch of the fingertip. She then moved sideways and felt the loose skin of the pink-lipped hole. It waited there, relaxed, wrinkled, ready to expand willing around the stretching circumference of a warm, throbbing cock.

She opened the rope completely and exposed the curving, firm lines of her body. Long, limber legs developed over years of active sports, dancing, swimming. They held no excess flesh yet were fully formed, curving, as good as any she'd seen in the lingerie ads. She stretched them out straight, then slightly apart. She inhaled deeply and the two pointed breasts lifted earthily into the air. Each pink nipple strained up from the top, large nipples, perfectly round with pulpy little caps surrounding each pin-hole. The rim of each nipple was trimmed by tiny bumps of extra-sensitive skin. Her back arched to thrust the breasts even higher as if she were begging for some man's mouth to materialize and clamp down on the enticing tips of pink. Then with a sigh she exhaled, her belly sucked in and her waist appeared much too small for the fullness of her smooth, round hips. The finger teased at the pussy lips, gently first, then with a little more action until the pinkness turned to a more brilliant tone of red. A first trickle of moisture showed at the lowest point of the slit, just a dew-drop sparkle of cunt cream. But the finger now probed deeper and incessantly rolled back and forth across the thickening, expanding chord of her clitoris. The moist-ness spread upward to soon have the whole gash glowing with its own draining happiness. Dorothy closed her eyes and shifted her weight on the bed. The legs opened wider and pulled back to offer more and more of her heated crotch to the self-manipulations. The tip of her tongue slid between tightly closed lips to wash back and forth, to stroke the lips of her mouth into their own form of excitement.

She sighed again and the finger dug deep inside her hole. As it withdrew the thick juice coated it, she plunged it back inside while using a second finger to continue the exciting stroking of the pounding clitoris. She felt warm, good, carefree from her toes to the top of her head as the morning sun sprayed across her nude body and the accurate fingers touched the areas crying for the most attention.