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Haley sat straight up and looked around. She was confused, and didn’t immediately know where she was, so tried to find something familiar in the darkness.
“Mm, Hay?” Bonnie’s whimper immediately calmed her breathing, but she glanced around in the darkness again, completely expecting to find their father in the bed on the other side of Bonnie.
There was a man there, but it was their man, their brother, Clyde. She thought he looked asleep, and she was relieved that he wasn’t awake to have to explain her sudden panic.
“Hayley, what’s the matter?” Bonnie asked again, her words floating softly from the bed.
“I…thought I heard one of the boys,” she responded.
She knew it was a lie, probably, but it was plausible. She didn’t really want to recount her dream of the two of them, naked, with their father, and Bonnie asking him to choose which one he wanted to fuck first.
She didn’t want their father to fuck her. Or Bonnie, for that matter.
She had the dream though. It felt real, so real, and wondered what it meant, but the taste of fear in her mind was enough to convince her that whatever it was that the dream meant, it wasn’t good.
“I don’t hear anything. I think they’re fine.”
Haley relaxed and lay back down beside Bonnie, and as she leaned to kiss her cheek, Bonnie turned and their lips met. Their kiss turned into a deep, passionate kiss that lasted longer than Haley intended, but she didn’t mind.
“Bon, do you ever have sex dreams?”
Haley hadn’t meant to say that, but she did wonder. She and her sister talked about sex. More lately, now that they haven’t had full-blown, glorious penis-in-vagina sex for a while.
“Oh yeah. Lots,” Bonnie giggled.
“I don’t think I do,” Haley admitted, thinking it was true, except for tonight, and sex didn’t actually happen in the dream she had just been having.
“Who do you dream about sex with?” Haley continued, almost unwillingly, but not quite now that the topic was broached.
“Mostly Clyde, or you. Or Clyde and you,” Bonnie giggled, before sneaking a hand up and tweaking Haley’s closest nipple.
She didn’t realize her nipples were erect until her sister touched one.
“Mmhm,” Bonnie moaned.
“Who else?” Haley asked, not wanting to hear the answer.
“Grandma and Grandpa,” Bonnie muttered.
“What?” Haley hissed.
“You dream of having sex with our grandparents?”
Bonnie tried not to laugh, and mostly succeeded.
“No, not with them. Of them having it with each other,” Bonnie explained.
“I watch. Grandpa always looks just like he did in their wedding pictures, and Grandma looks like she does now. He was such a handsome man, and she’s still so beautiful…”
“I can’t tell the difference between her in those pictures and you, Bonnie.”
“Are you saying I’m dreaming about me having sex with our grandpa?”
Haley had to laugh. That wasn’t at all what she was trying to say, or think.
“Ungh,” Clyde moaned, then sat up with his sisters in their bed, rubbing his eyes.
“What’s going on? I mean besides girl talk in the middle of the night?” he grumbled.
“Nothing,” the girls giggled in unison.
“Nothing? That’s some loud nothing going on.”
“Nothing ‘sides girl talk in the middle of the night,” Haley explained before reaching under the cover and giving Clyde a gentle squeeze in her hot hand.
Haley lay on her back, one arm behind her head cradling it, staring at the ceiling. The taste of Clyde’s cum on her tongue, and the tingle from the orgasm he and their sister had given her did nothing to abate the buzz in her head from the memory of her dream.
She was certain she didn’t want to let her father, the man who had provided half her DNA, see her naked, intentionally. She was almost as certain that her sister felt the same way.
She closed her eyes and hoped she’d dream about something else, anything else.
Jim pulled to a stop just inside the wider area of gravel that served as a parking lot for The B. This was his first time visiting it.
He knew of it, of course, but had never had a reason to visit. He understood it was a gathering place for teenagers, and assumed that many a young girl, and boy for that matter, had Ankara escort probably lost their virginities here, if not on The B, then nearby in the woods.
Christie had made the request: meet her at The B. Then she had talked about a new toy Harold had, some kind of infrared camera that could take video in pitch darkness, and it would come out where you could see it.
This time, Harold wanted Christie to play like she was giving her brother her virginity. He didn’t even wonder if his sister could pass for a teenager. He had no doubt she could, especially in infrared.
He was certain he couldn’t though, but he was just here for the sex. Making love with his sister was all he really cared about.
The sex, of course, but also because it wasn’t roleplay when he told her he loves her, and needs her, and she is the best in every way when the two of them were pretending to only be entertaining her husband.
Jim chuckled to himself when he noticed his headlights were illuminating a group of vehicles – cars and pickup trucks – at the opposite end of the gravel along the bottom of The B. There was a group of teenager-looking people, mixed boys and girls, among the vehicles, and they were all staring at him. Some shielded their eyes with their hands, others just glared at him. They didn’t seem to be happy with him.
The click of the headlight switch seemed to be an echo of the dying engine, and it was almost total blackness all around him. His eyes only took a few seconds to acclimate to the darkness, and he could make out the group of teenagers moving across the gravel toward him
He hoped they were just curious and nothing else.
The giggles of girls and laughs of boys floated on the air past him as he lit from his truck and turned to walk to the back of it.
“Who is that?” a male voice called, and he assumed it was for his benefit.
“Nobody. I’m just meeting somebody here.”
A female giggle was followed in the same voice by “We’re all nobody here, mister. This is Beaver Utah.”
“Maybe,” Jim replied without turning around, “but I really am a nobody, especially to you kids.”
He turned and looked at the group gathered now just beyond the front corner of his truck.
“We ain’t kids. That’s why we’re out here on a Tuesday night near on midnight,” the female voice informed him.
“I’m Jim Steele, as if it matters,” he informed the teenagers.
“Wait,” the female voice requested.
“Jim Steele? James Steele?” she continued.
“Are you kin to Clyde Steele?”
A bright light suddenly nearly blinded Jim, and he raised a hand to cover his eyes.
“Oh yeah, you gots to be kin to Clyde Steele, no question. Is he your baby brother or something?”
“He’s my ki…son. Clyde is my son,” Jim mumbled gruffly, and the light lowered, but didn’t go out.
“I gotta go home,” a new female voice squeaked from the group. “I gotta be to work at seven.”
“Get Billy to give you a ride, Kelly,” Jim’s antagonist groaned.
Jim could hear mumbling and whispers from the group around the girl that had done most of the talking, but he was concentrating mostly on her.
He could now make her out, in the light from her flashlight, pointed at and reflecting off the side of his truck.
Her blond hair was pulled up into a ponytail on each side of her head, with several inches of hair dangling out in a graceful curve where it was held to her head. Her hips were cocked to one side, and her arms were crossed across her bare belly.
She had on what looked like a bikini top that barely held, or covered, her not quite too big breasts, very short, cut-off, frayed denim shorts, and flip flops.
“So Jim…can I call you James? Clyde is your son? That makes you what? Forty-something?”
“You coming, Lisa?” a female voice asked as the group of teenagers moved off and toward the cars at the other end of the gravel parking area.
“Thirty-six,” Jim corrected her.
“Yeah…no, I want to look at the stars still,” Lisa raised her voice a little.
“What? No, Lisa, come on,” the other female voice asked, and sounded a little agitated.
“I’m fine, Kelly. I have James here to protect me. Maybe I can talk him into looking at the stars with me.”
“Oh my god! Lisa…whatever,” the other girl called back as the group moved away from them.
Jim’s phone alerted, and he remembered why he was there.
A new text from Christie was waiting on him, so he read it.
“Harold forgot to charge the batteries. We won’t be there tonight. Sorry.”
Jim rolled his eyes and shoved his phone in his pocket.
Jim looked up at the girl. She didn’t seem to have moved, or been phased in the least by the fact that her friends were now getting in their vehicles and she would soon be alone with him, in the middle of nowhere basically.
“My…um, friend isn’t coming.”
“Oh well, their loss. I’m Lisa.”
She stuck her hand out, apparently expecting him to shake it, and took a step toward him.
Almost involuntarily, he took her hand in his and Ankara escort bayan gently shook it.
“You know Clyde, I guess.”
“Yeah. He’s a great guy,” Lisa gushed.
“I’ll tell him you said ‘Hi’ next time I talk to him,” Jim promised as he started to move toward the door of his truck.
Lisa stopped him with her hand on his arm.
“You’re not leaving, are you?”
“Well, my friend isn’t coming, so…” he started to explain.
“You said you’d protect me, and look at the stars with me.”
“I didn’t say that,” Jim exclaimed.
“You didn’t say you wouldn’t either, and all my friends left me because you didn’t say you wouldn’t.”
“Lisa…how old are you?”
Jim couldn’t help it, but he sounded defensive.
“I’ll be twenty…” Lisa whispered.
“When?” Jim continued his interrogation.
“In, um…four years.”
Lisa’s whisper was barely audible.
“Jesus fuck! You’re sixteen?” Jim had to exercise self-control to not shout at the girl as he pushed past her and reached for the door handle of his truck.
“No, no, no,” Lisa squealed loudly, and grabbed his arm with both of her hands and tried to pull him away from the door.
“It was a joke, James. I’m nineteen!” she continued, almost shouting.
“It’s true. I was joking. I’m gonna be twenty in a couple months. In December. I was born in December two thousand!”
Jim looked hard at her face. He could tell she was trying hard not to laugh, and assumed it would be at his expense, if she did.
He didn’t think there was any intention on her part for anything to happen between them, but he didn’t want to be out here, alone with an underage girl.
“I swear, James, I’m nineteen,” Lisa whispered, suddenly serious, and raised her right hand with her delicate pinky finger cocked toward him.
“Let me see your other hand,” he ordered.
Lisa obeyed, and raised her other hand, palm toward him, all fingers uncrossed.
Jim hesitated, then raised his hand and hooked his pinky finger with hers.
Lisa smiled and grabbed his hand.
“Let’s go,” she ordered and pulled him around the front of his truck and headed up the mountain.
“Where are we going?”
“To look at the stars, on the grass inside The B, of course,” she giggled without turning, slowing down, or releasing his hand.
Jim looked up the slope. He could see The B in the starlight, and it seemed to glow, in spite of the fact that the moon had set more than an hour previous.
Suddenly Lisa stopped and turned back toward Jim. His forward momentum carried him almost into a collision with her, and she giggled.
“It’s a little chilly, can I borrow your shirt?” she asked as she started to undo his buttons.
Jim looked down at her barely covered torso and her bikini top, and understood how she might be chilly. The weather had been unseasonably warm during the day for mid-October, but now, after midnight, it was not very comfortable, even with his shirt on.
“But, um, then I’ll…” he started to make an objection.
“You promised to protect me, James.”
Lisa didn’t falter in her progress on the buttons of his shirt, even with his objection, and soon pulled it off his shoulders and down his back. This motion brought her half a step closer than she already was, and he felt the material of her bikini brush against his bare chest.
She pulled his shirt on without moving away, then looked up in his eyes and smiled.
“Thanks,” she whispered, and he felt her fingertips barely brush along the skin of his chest briefly.
He knew it wasn’t really appropriate, but his nerves were apparently already triggered by the anticipation of being with his sister tonight, and Lisa’s actions and proximity elicited an instant erection from him.
The trek up the mountain to The B didn’t take as long as Jim thought it probably would. When they arrived, Lisa still hauling Jim along behind her by the hand, she released him, stepped over the white bulge of the bottom of The B and stopped.
Lisa’s arms raised beside her as her head rolled back to point at the sky,and Jim watched as his shirt slid off her shoulders and off her arms as she let them return to her side. She raised her hands, one to the back of her neck and the other to the middle of her back.
He wasn’t sure what she was doing, even when her bikini top dangled from her fingers before dropping to the ground.As she bent from the waist to push her shorts down over her legs and step out of them, his entire body knew what she was doing, and his erection strained against the bonds of his clothing.
“This is how you look at stars on The B. I don’t make the rules.” Lisa growled without turning.
Jim expected tan lines. He had never seen this girl in the light, but he expected tan lines for some reason.
He let his eyes wander over her naked butt and back in the dim starlight, and found none.
Lisa was looking over her shoulder, and met Jim’s eyes. She wasn’t smiling, but looked disappointed before she turned Escort Ankara and approached Jim.
He couldn’t stop himself from watching the dark circles in the center of her breasts sway with their movement as she approached him.
“I don’t make the rules,” she hissed, then grabbed his pants and forced them down without undoing the button or zipper.
His erection almost hit her in the face when she freed it from the confines of his clothing.
“This is how you look at stars on The B.”
Lisa’s eyes lingered on the hard penis swaying a hair’s breadth from the tip of her nose before releasing her breath through her slightly parted lips then rising back to upright, taking his hand and pulling him toward the top section of The B.
“I’m gonna fall,” Jim announced.
His pants were around his ankles, and this naked girl was forcefully pulling him along.
Lisa stopped and giggled.
“You know the rules. If you don’t like the way I did it, then you do it right. I’ll wait.”
Jim thought that maybe she was telling the truth, this is the way you look at stars on The B. She easily could have wrapped his cock in her lips and mouth if it was her intention for something like that to happen, and he could still almost feel her hot breath against the head of his throbbing, hard cock.
He toed his boots off his feet, then pulled his feet and ankles out of each leg of his pants. He left his white socks on, and glanced at Lisa’s feet. She was wearing her flip flops still.
She grabbed his hand again as he stood, and stepped over the white bulge that formed the middle of The B.
Lisa stepped to the side, and waved toward the thick grass in the top half of The B. Jim obeyed her direction and lay down on his back, leaving her half the area to lie on.
“Nice,” Lisa murmured as she slowly moved to her knees beside Jim, then to her hip and finally onto her back next to him.
Jim felt Lisa’s foot, then knee, move against him, but just barely touching him. He glanced down without raising his head, and could see that her legs were just a little bit spread, but comfortably, not lewd.
His eyes roamed from her legs, up over her flat belly, and to her very adequate breasts. She definitely was a nice looking girl, and he still hadn’t found the tan lines he expected.
He found her face, then eyes. She had her eyes closed, and just a hint of a grin was on her face.
“This is nice,” she whispered.
“You’re not looking at the stars,” Jim informed her.
“Neither are you,” she countered without opening her eyes.
“How do you know? Your eyes are closed,” he corrected her.
“I’d know if you were looking at the stars.”
Jim thought she almost giggled when she said that.
Lisa shifted and rolled onto her side, almost nose to nose with Jim.
“We have to be in the right position to look at the stars on The B, James,” her voice between a whisper and moan.
“Aren’t we…” he started.
Lisa was suddenly a blur of motion and she seemed to flow over him.
She was above him, straddling him. He was acutely aware of the warmth of her calves and knees pressed into his sides and hips, her ankles crossed over his shins and his still erect cock in her hot hand.
“Now we are,” she moaned as she lowered her hips and he felt himself slide inside her very wet, velvety, hot pussy.
“Lisa!” Jim groaned in half-hearted protest.
“I don’t make the rules,” she moaned in response, and began grinding her hips in a slow circle against him.
“This is how you look at stars on The B.”
“Lisa, god, stop…”
The lithe teenager he was inside leaned her body forward until her plump breasts pressed into his chest and he felt her soft lips and hot breath against his ear.
“It’s your turn to look at the stars now. When I’m done, we’re gonna roll over and you’re gonna fuck me hard until you’re done while I look at the stars.”
Lisa’s movements kept his hard cock buried inside her tight pussy. She was grinding her clit against his pubic bone, but was just stimulating him enough to make him want more.
He wanted to thrust himself in and out of this young girl above him, but who was he to argue with the rules?
“Oh god, James, you fill me up so good,” she moaned.
Jim didn’t even think about it, but moved his hands to the small of her back. Her skin felt silky smooth and hot to his touch.
“Yes, Da…um, damn,” she moaned in his ear.
His hands moved down and gripped her butt. He could feel her muscles moving under her baby soft skin, and her breath beat hot against his ear.
He tried to move her up and down on his cock as it impaled her. He wanted to fuck her, but she had the leverage, and continued to grind her teenage clit against him.
He could actually feel her orgasm start, first a quiver in the muscles of her butt, under his hands, then radiate slowly outward. Her thighs quivered, then tightened against his hips. Her stomach rippled against his, her arms squeezed around his shoulders and her fingers gripped handfuls of skin on his shoulder blades before a scream ripped from her lungs.
“God, James, roll us over,” she panted out her order into his ear while her entire body shook against his.
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