Wild Week chapter 13 (family fun, Gayla and Maddie, Billy and Brianna)

CHAPTER 13 : Sunday

Gayla awoke with the alarm Sunday morning. She reached out and cut off its annoying buzz. Madeline, snuggled against Gayla’s back with one arm draped over and her hand cluthing one of Gayla’s heavy breasts, groaned at the intrusion to her sleep. Bill, as usual, snored on obliviously, stretched out behind Maddie, taking up more than half of the bed.

Gayla rolled over to face Madeline. “Good morning,” she called in a soft, sing-song voice.

“Mmmm…What time is it?” Madeline mumbled, squinting in the morning light.

“It’s 8:30” Gayla answered.

“Oh, God, Gay,” Maddie groaned again, nuzzling her face into Gayla’s neck. “Let’s go back to sleep.”

“Uh-uh, sleepyhead,” Gayla said, rolling over on top of Maddie. “The kids are coming home. And besides, you’ve got to go back to work today.”

“But that’s not for hours yet,” Maddie protested.

“Yes, I know,” Gayla grinned, kissing her on the lips then sliding down to suck on her pert little titties.

Maddie moaned, twining her fingers in Gayla’s short, curly auburn hair, pushing her downwards, towards her pussy, even though it was slightly sore. In fact, her entire body was stiff and sore. Yesterday had been quite a workout. They’d spent the entire day having sex. They’d watch Gayla’s tape until they got so horny that they had to stop and fuck, then go back to the tape again. Their only break had been a ravenously devoured supper at about 8, after which they’d fucked and sucked well into the night. She must have had 20 orgasms yesterday. With the exception of Bill’s robe, which she’d worn for about 5 minutes yesterday morning, she hadn’t had a stitch of clothing on since Friday night.

She’d had more sex in the last few days than she’d had in the last year combined. Not only had she gotten to make love with Gayla, who she’d had a secret crush on for years, and Gayla’s husband Bill, who had the most beautiful cock she’d ever seen and knew just how to use it, but also their son Billy, who she’d seduced, not only with Gayla’s consent, but at Gayla’s instruction.

They hadn’t told Bill about Maddie and Billy, mainly because Gayla didn’t want to have to explain how she’d ‘accidently’ sucked her son’s cock. A thrill went through Madeline again at that thought, and she pushed Gayla’s face into her pussy, gasping as Gayla’s hot tongue found her clit. It made her incredibly hot, picturing her beautiful friend down on her knees in front of her 18 year old son, his stiff young cock buried in her throat. His balls swollen with hot spunk, reaching the bpiling point, and the rush of his explosion, Billy’s cock bursting inside her mouth, Gayla drinking down the hot, creamy goodness. Just like Billy had done for her, when she seduced the young man with Gayla’s approval. The remembered pleasure of sliding her mouth up and down, cupping his strong, young balls to stir up, Billy’s big cock starting that telltale twitching, then the rush as his cock unleased a torrent of hot spunk to flood her mouth. The fun she’d had bringing his 18 year old cock back up, ahh the recovery powers of the young. The feel of his bone hard cock in her hands as she guided him on a true, cunt splitting path. The glorious feeling as he’d taken the plunge, the hard, filling thrusts, stuffing her over and over, testing the depths of her hot, wet fuck-hole, god she had missed being fucked so much. The glorious explosion, how it had felt as his throbbing cock spurted, thick rushes of wetness being pumped over her sizzling pussy walls. She hadn’t told Gay that Billy had called her mommy when he’d pumped his load of hot semen into her. She also hadn’t told her about letting Billy look through her bedroom windows.

A rather wicked idea came to her suddenly. Maybe she’d get Gayla up to her bedroom one of these nights when she knew Billy was home and let him watch her make love with his mother. Yes, she thought with a lascivious thrill, I’ll definitely do that. Maybe I can even get them both into bed at the same time. Just the thought of it drove her wild with lust. “Gay,” she whispered hoarsely, “let me eat your pussy while you’re eating mine.”

Gayla readily complied, turning her body around to straddle Maddie’s face in a 69 position, all the while never missing a lick on the stiff little clit quivering against her tongue. She moaned into Maddie’s pussy as Madeline attacked Gayla’s own engorged clit. She pushed two fingers into Maddie’s sopping vagina and began pumping them in and out as her tongue fluttered all over her clit. In no time, Madeline was cumming, bucking her hips and whimpering. Then she went after Gayla’s clit with renewed vigor, and soon had her quaking in orgasm also.

Afterwards, they lay in each other’s arms, tenderly kissing and caressing each other. They were interrupted when Bill let out a loud snore and rolled over onto his side, facing away from them. They looked at each other, giggling.

“God, you weren’t kidding all this time about him being a heavy sleeper,” Madeline marveled. “He never even stirred.”

“It’d take more than a couple of girls’ orgasms to wake him after the workout we gave him yesterday,” Gayla laughed, lifting the sheet to reveal Bill’s red-striped bare buttocks.

“Should we give him one of your famous wake-ups?” Madeline joked.

“No, let’s let the poor boy sleep,” Gayla replied, re-covering him with the sheet. “Let’s you and I go take a long, hot bubblebath together, shall we?”

Madeline stretched her aching muscles. “Mmm…sounds delicious.”

They rose from the bed and walked naked towards the bathroom, holding hands. Both of them felt a declcious thrill, wakling naked, side by side.

* * * * *

Brianna and Billy left their grandparents house around 10:30. Brianna drove down the nearly deserted highway, musing on what had happened last night. Now, in the light of day, it seemed even less real, more dream-like. She couldn’t believe she’d actually had oral sex with her grandfather. He hadn’t shown any signs of remembering it this morning. But as they were leaving, when Grandma and Grandpa had walked them out to the car, she’d thought that he’d given her a secret wink. But she couldn’t be sure. Maybe it was just the sunlight in his eyes. One thing she had become convinced of, though, was that he’d had an affair with Aunt Joyce, his daughter, and that was why Aunt Joyce never went to see them.

Remembering Grandpa’s slip of the tongue, she couldn’t be sure whether he’d actually believed that she was Aunt Joyce or not. But even now, remembering the feel of his hard cock throbbing and pulsing as the hot semen squirted out into her mouth was giving her a distracting tingling between her legs. She kept squirming in the car seat, squeezing her thighs together, like trying to relieve an itch that she couldn’t scratch.

She had dressed this morning in an uncharacteristically short, tight black mini-skirt, topped by a red and white horizontally striped tank top that was actually about a size too small. Her tanned, muscular legs were bare all the way down to her sandals. She’d picked up these clothes at the flea market yesterday with Grandma. This was the most revealing thing she’d worn since she’d developed breasts at age 13. She was aware that Billy kept stealing surreptitious glances at her, making her pussy itch even more. Her nipples were straining against the thin material stretched tightly across her ample breasts, standing out proudly even though she was wearing a bra.

“How long are you going to stay mad at me?” Billy blurted out suddenly.

“What?” Startled out of her licentious thoughts, Brianna turned her head to him. “What are you talking about? I’m not mad at you.”

Billy stared down at his hands, fidgeting nervously in his lap. “Well you’ve hardly even talked to me since…the other morning,” he finished quietly.

Brianna flushed anew. He meant since she had jerked him off in the bathroom. “I’m not mad about it, silly,” she said with a forced levity, reaching out to tousle his curly black hair. When he looked up at her with his big dark eyes, she smiled at him and added, “I’ve just had a lot on my mind, that’s all.”

“You sure seemed mad,” he mumbled. She’d turned her eyes back to the road, but her fingers remained, playing with his hair.

“Yeah, well,” she laughed, pulling her hand away finally, “I guess I was at first. But just because you kept getting the upper hand on me.”

“Hand?” Billy asked with mischievous giggle. Brianna glanced at him with mock sterness, but his laughter was infectious, and soon they were both giggling uncontrollably, joking and teasing each other.

They had been on the road about an hour and a half when Billy said, “Brie, I’ve gotta go.”

“Go where?”

“To the bathroom,” he answered, squirming uncomfortably in his seat. “I’ve gotta pee.”

“Can’t you hold it? We’ll be home in half an hour and there’s nowhere to stop.”

“I’ve been holding it,” he whined. “Just pull off on a side road, please?”

“Okay, okay,” she laughed. She turned down the next dirt road they came to and drove down it about a half a mile until she came to a field surrounded by a row of trees.

Billy jumped out before the car had fully stopped and hurried behind the trees, unzipping his pants on the way. Reaching the other side, he whipped out his dick and let go, sighing with relief. He was startled by footsteps behind him, but there was no way he could stop now. Brianna walked up a few feet to his left and stood looking down at his arcing stream. His first thought was to hide his dick, but there was really nothing he could do at the moment. Shrugging to himself mentally, he just ignored her, trying to maintain as much dignity as he could. She’s already seen it anyway, he thought.

As he was getting down to the last few squirts, he caught a movement from Brianna out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he was shocked to see that she’d pulled her tight black skirt up around her waist, revealing her dainty little panties, white with tiny pink roses on them. He watched through wide eyes as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her knees, squatting in the same motion. He had a perfect view. The dark bushy triangle of hair, and the fat little brown lips of her pussy, parting slightly as she squatted and spread her legs, stretching the panties thin between her knees.

He gasped as a thin trickle of urine began to escape from between the parted lips, quickly gaining momentum until it was a thick, hissing golden stream, glinting in the sunlight before disappearing into the thick green grass. His eyes darted up to her face. She was staring directly at him. Billy’s heart gave a lurch. She knew he was watching her pee, and she didn’t care! His eyes were drawn back down to her pissing cunt. It seemed to go on and on forever, mesmerizing him, but finally the flow slowed down, diminishing until it finally ended in the trickle with which it began.

He lifted his eyes back to hers as the last few clinging drops fell from her dangling pussy lips. But she wasn’t looking at his face anymore. She was looking at his dick. It wasn’t until then that he realized that he had a full blown hard-on and had been unconsciously stroking it with his hand. He stopped moving his hand back and forth, but couldn’t seem to let go of his suddenly throbbing dick. He squeezed it tightly in his fist, not trying to hide it from her in any way.

Finally, Brianna tore her gaze away from his bulging prick. She looked down and lifted her purse, which was hanging at her side, the strap going up diagonally across her chest, between her tits to cross over her opposite shoulder. She rummaged in her purse unhurriedly, acutely aware of his eyes on her, almost as if they were physically caressing her. Still digging and without lifting her eyes from the contents of her purse, she asked, “Billy, do you have a tissue?”

It didn’t register that she’d spoken until she looked up at him questioningly. “H-huh?” he stammered, pulling his eyes off of her damp pussy.

“A Kleenex?” she asked with slightly amused exasperation.

Billy patted his pockets dumbly, as if one might have magically appeared in one of them. He shook his head.

“Well I need something to wipe with,” she told him.

Billy shrugged apologetically. He saw her brow knit into a slight frown and her eyes looked around, as if searching for something that would do the job. He was about to volunteer to go back to the car and try to find her something, when she rose from her crouch. Her stretchy skirt was so tight that it remained in a bunch around her waist. He watched in amazement as she bent over to pull her panties the rest of the way down, then carefully pulled one sandaled foot out of them and then the other. She stood again and, squatting slightly, spread her legs apart, patting her pussy dry with the cute little panties.

Billy was breathless at the sight of his 19 year old sister, who’d always been almost painfully shy, standing casually right out here in the open on the edge of a field, completely naked from the waist down. The bushy hair of her muff seemed to glow with the bright sunlight shining down through it, bringing out the reddish highlights in the dark brown triangle. It reminded him of seeing Mom’s dark red bush a few days ago, except Mom’s had been hairier and Brianna’s was framed by the sexy white triangle of her tan line. He was snapped out of his reverie when she spoke again.

“Don’t you wipe after you pee?” she asked.

“Guys don’t wipe,” he snorted derisively.

“No? What do they do then?” she asked, eyebrows raised quizzically.

“They just give it a shake and stuff it back in their pants,” he replied loftily.

“Well I didn’t see you shake it,” she retorted. Then, looking down at his rigid penis sticking out through his zipper, she added with a giggle, “And I don’t think you’re going to be able to stuff that back into your pants very easily.”

Billy flushed with mild embarrassment, looking down at his massive boner, but he made no move to hide it from her eyes. He looked back up when she spoke again.

“There’s nothing wrong with wiping. In fact, it feels pretty good. Here, let me show you,” she said, walking up to him. Reaching out, she rubbed her panties right over the engorged head of his cock. “Doesn’t that feel better?” she whispered.

Billy groaned, his dick giving a lurch as she wrapped the soft feminine garment around it and began slowly stroking it, looking directly into his eyes. He brought his hand up to cup her breast through the tight shirt, squeezing it gently and pinching her erect nipple. As she rubbed her panties up and down his cock, he slowly slid his hand down from her chest, over her flat belly and past the bunched skirt, to touch the naked flesh below with his fingertips. He watched her face intently, alert for any sign that he was going too far, praying silently to himself that that sign wouldn’t come.

She made no move to halt his wandering fingers, merely staring into his eyes with a look of breathless anticipation on her face. And then his fingers were brushing her muff, sliding through the dense, fluffy tangle of soft, curly pubic hairs. He held his breath, sliding his hand lower, and suddenly his fingertips were touching the soft, delicate pussy lips. She shuddered, sucking in a deep, ragged breath, but did nothing to stop him, just continued sliding her panties over his rock-hard cock.

He ran his finger gently along the wet seam, coating it in the slick juices he found seeping from the tight little vaginal opening. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in a mild gasp of pleasure as his slippery fingertip found her erect clitty, tracing tiny circles over the tip of the sensitive little nub. Her parted lips looked so inviting, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in to cover her mouth with his. After a brief moment of surprise, she returned his kiss with passion, leaning her body into his and opening her mouth to allow entry to his questing tongue.

Billy frenched his sister deeply, his fingers probing her pussy, searching for her hot little hole. Just as he found it and was about to plunge his finger into her, she grabbed his wrist and held it back. His heart sank, thinking that she was going to call a halt as she pulled her mouth from his, gasping for breath. But she didn’t move away, merely put her lips next to his ear and whispered hotly, “Be careful, Billy. I’m still a virgin. You can put your finger in, but just a little way, okay?”

Billy nodded, his smooth cheek rubbing against hers, and asked hoarsely, “Can I look at it?”

Brianna hesitated, looking over her shoulder. “Come here,” she said and walked a few steps backward, pulling him after her by the wrist and the cock. She put her back against the trunk of a tree, thrusting her pelvis forward and spreading her legs apart. She released her hold on his penis, leaving her panties dangling from the stiff member, and pushed downward on his shoulder, urging him to his knees in front of her.

Billy sank down until his face was mere inches away from her furry pussy. She took her hand from his shoulder and rubbed her slick brown cuntlips a few times, then spread them apart with two fingers, revealing the delicate pink inside, glistening with wetness. Taking his index finger, she guided it to her waiting pussy. He stared raptly, wide-eyed and barely breathing, as she slowly inserted the tip of his finger. She pushed it in just past the first knuckle then stopped, less than an inch of his finger inside her. It was tight and wet, and very hot.

He looked at her purple headed clit, standing out stiffly and quivering as she fucked herself with his fingertip in tiny little strokes. He snuck a look up at her. Her head was down, face shaded by the veil of her thick brown hair hanging down around it. All he could see was her mouth, her lower lip bit between her even white teeth. Looking back down, he stuck out his tongue and flicked it over her swollen clit, causing her to jump. He glanced back up and saw her looking down at him, surprise on her face. For a moment, he thought that he shouldn’t have done it, but then she smiled suddenly, and, releasing his hand, grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face back into her crotch.

He began licking her pussy with ardent fervor, running his tongue over the slick lips and erect clit. He wiggled his finger gently in her pussy, careful not to go any deeper than she had. He could hear her making little mewling noises, and her hips were beginning to buck against his face. Then he sucked her throbbing clit between his teeth and she gave a more violent thrust of the hips, causing his finger to slip out of her cunt. He made to slip it back in, but it was like trying to hit a moving target and he missed, touching her puckered little butthole instead. She immediately stiffened, sucking in her breath, and pulled his hair hard, pushing her cunt forcefully against his mouth.

Billy took the hint and began tickling her little rosebud anus with his pussy-slick fingertip, sucking hard on her clit as he rubbed the tip of his tongue back and forth over it. She came just as he slid his finger into her tight asshole, crying out as her body quaked in orgasm. She reached behind her, under her ass, catching his hand and shoving his finger deeply up her asshole. He was surprised, but eagerly fingerfucked her tight bunghole as he lapped up the juices flowing from her orgasming virgin pussy.

Finally she released him, relaxing back against the tree trunk with a heaving sigh. As he was slowly withdrawing his finger from her clasping asshole, she said, “You can do it to me back there if you want.”

Billy looked up at her in shock. “Do it….? You mean in your butt?” he asked incredulously.

Brianna flushed in embarrassment, but she didn’t move away from him or withdraw her offer. “Would you want to?” she asked, looking him boldly in the eye.

Billy couldn’t believe his ears. He’d been secretly hoping that she would suck him like he’d just done for her, or at least jerk him off like she’d done the other morning at home. But to fuck her in the ass? “Hell yes!” he blurted, scrambling to his feet. He jumped up so fast that Brianna’s panties flipped off his bobbing prick, flying up in the air and hitting her in the chest.

Brianna caught the panties, giggling at his eagerness. She handed them back to him and reached for his belt. When she had it unbuckled, she unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, letting them fall to his ankles. She smiled at the sight of his penis standing out stiffly from the flap in his underwear, deciding that she liked the look and would leave them. But she did want to be able to see his balls, so, going down on her knees, she slipped her fingers through the flap, pulling it open wider and reaching in for his tightly crinkled ball sack.

Looking up at him, seeing the lust in his expression, she tickled the fuzzy nuts with her painted fingernails, then leaned forward and put his throbbing cockhead into her mouth, keeping her eyes on his. As she sucked him, enjoying the feel of the ridges and contours of his cock rubbing against her tongue, he leaned to the side and forward, reaching down to grab her titty. She smiled around his cock. That’s exactly what Grandpa had done last night when she was sucking him. She wondered if all guys wanted to feel you up when you sucked them, or if it was a particular trait of the men in the Ward family. She wondered if Daddy would grab her titty if she was sucking him. She had never thought of Daddy in that way, but if Aunt Joyce could make love with Grandpa….It gave her an added thrill just thinking about it.

Releasing her liplock on her brother’s penis, she lifted the strap of her purse over her head and laid it in the grass next to her. Then she slipped the thin straps of her tank top off her shoulders and pulled her arms out, pushing the tight top down to her waist, bunching it up with her skirt. Billy sank down to his knees also and played with her tits through the overfilled cups of her bra as she reached up to snag the strap behind her back. She unhooked the bra and it came loose in Billy’s hands, spilling her bountiful breasts out into the open. They felt wonderful, escaped from the confinement of her bra. She’d been wearing a 38C for a while now, and it had become uncomfortably snug. She knew that soon she was going to have to go to a D-cup.

Billy leaned his head down and began sucking her big brown nipples, alternating between them until he had them both standing out in the bright sunshine, shining with his saliva. He pushed her heavy breasts together and licked both erect nipples at the same time. Brianna sighed with pleasure and hugged his head to her breasts, then pushed him back. Giving him a sly look, she picked up her purse and stuck her hand in it. Glancing down as she quickly rummaged through its contents, she came out with a tube of KY jelly. She had bought it yesterday also, remembering what Lauren Gregory had told her about a girl being prepared. She grinned at Billy as she unscrewed the top.

Trembling with excitement, Billy thrust his cock out for her, shuddering when she squeezed a big glob of the cool gel onto the head of his dick. A low groan escaped his throat as she spread the slippery stuff all over his bone, wrapping her hand around it and stroking it from base to tip. Then she took her hand away, and, sticking her butt out, smeared the excess between the cheeks of her ass.

“Stick out your finger,” she instructed him, looking into his shining dark eyes. He held out his right index finger and she squeezed a dollop of lubricant onto it, then put the cap back on the tube and dropped it back into her purse. Standing up, she turned her back on him, facing the tree. She planted her feet wide apart and bent over, leaning into the tree trunk. Wiggling her butt in front of her brother’s face, she looked back at him expectantly.

Billy stared at Brianna’s crinkled butthole, nestled in the crack between the rounded cheeks of her ass, her petal-like pussylips standing out just below. Realizing what the lube on his finger was for, he brought it up and wiped the globule across the puckered little ring, then placed his slick fingertip at the opening and slowly pushed it in. Brianna sighed with pleasure and licked her finger, bringing it down between her legs and began slowly stroking her tingling clit. Billy watched her playing with herself as he gently slid his finger in and out, working the lube into her rectum.

“Now, Billy,” Brianna commanded throatily. “Poke your dick in.” She felt gloriously slutty, being out here naked where anybody could come along and discover them at any time, and her 18 year old little brother prepared to fuck her in the ass. She felt him scramble into position behind her, his hands spreading her ass cheeks. Then she felt the fat, hot head of his hard penis prodding in between, coming right up against her waiting asshole.

As she leaned back and Billy leaned forward, his bloated cockhead slowly pushed its way through her yielding sphincter. With her recent orgasm, she was completely relaxed and ready, yet she was still unprepared. It felt much bigger going in than anything that had ever come out. She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on the mingling sensations of pain and pleasure as her straining butthole was stretched even wider as the shaft of flesh slowly slid inside, inch by inch all the way to the thick base.

She was dimly aware of Billy groaning, holding her by the hips, then his cock was sliding back out. It felt like she was pooping, and for a panicked moment, she thought she actually was. She’d had a good poop at her grandparents this morning, and up till now hadn’t been worried about it. But as she looked back, all she could see was his shiny penis, and reaching between her legs, she fingered the slippery cock as it withdrew, realizing that there was no poop coming out. Then it was pushing back in and she relaxed again and enjoyed the sensation. Moving her fingers back to her pussy, she rubbed the KY that had come from his cock onto her stiff clitty.

“Do you like it, Billy?” she asked in a harsh whisper, looking up at him over her shoulder. “Do you like fucking Big Sis in the ass?”

Billy looked back at her through wide eyes. He’d seldom even heard her cuss. Somehow her dirty talk was even more of a shock than her actions. It turned him on even more to hear Little Miss Prim-and-Proper talking so nasty.

Brianna could see in his eyes that he was liking it, and she was getting hotter than she’d ever been in her life. All of a sudden, she felt like a total slut, and she loved it! “Tell me how my asshole feels,” she growled. “Tell me how your cock likes it.”

Billy shuddered. “It’s tight, Brie,” he groaned. “It’s tight and so fuckin’ hot.”

“Do it faster, Billy,” she commanded. “Fuck my ass harder! Oooh yes, fuck me! Yesss!” She rubbed her pussy furiously as Billy’s hard cock slammed faster and faster into her and his hands reached around her, groping for her boobs. “Ooh yes, Billy! Play with my titties! Pinch my nipples! Pinch ’em hard! Ungh…. Unnngh…. Unnnnnngh!” As Billy’s thumbnails dug into her sensitive nipples and his driving cock reamed her clenching asshole, Brianna reached an intense climax, continuing to frig her clit, racing towards another climax.

She could tell that Billy was going to come any second now.

“Cum in my ass Billy, do it! Gonna cum again, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, FFUUUCCCKKK!”

Billy felt her asshole get even tighter, and start pulsing along his dick as she shrieked out in a second orgasm. That took him over, and his loud grunts joined in as he burst, his cock exploding, thick gouts of cum being pumped into her gripping back door.

As the last drops pumped into her, Billy sank to his knees, his cock puilled out with an audible pop, he then fell back on the grass, stretching out flat on his back and gasping for air.

She leaned back against the tree and looked down at her brother, smiling at the sight of him, lying there with his jeans down around his ankles, limp cock and balls hanging out of the flap in his underpants. His T-shirt was soaked in sweat under the arms and down the chest, and he had one arm up shielding his eyes from the bright sunshine. He looked like he might have fallen asleep.

Brianna found her panties in the grass. Billy must have dropped them in the throes of passion. She reached out and picked them up, using them to wipe the sweat from her own face and underarms, then used them to wipe her ass with, getting rid of the mix sperm and lube that was starting to drip out. better put a towel under myself, so I don’t stain the car seats, she thought. She realized she’d have to hike her shlrt up, and keep her bare ass against the towel.

Billy groaned and sat up. Seeing Brianna getting dressed, he slowly stood up and pulled his dick back into his shorts. He watched her as she spread a towel on the driver’s seat, then he brushed the grass off of his butt and pulled up his pants, watching Brie adjust her big tits in her white bra. She saw him watching her, and grinned as she pulled the too-small tank top back into place. Then she came back over, pulling the hem of her skirt back down to cover her luxuriant muff. Billy noted that she hadn’t put her panties back on. She tossed tem in the car trunk, and picked up her purse, slipping the strap back over her head and shoulder.

Taking Billy by the shoulders, she spun him around and brushed the grass off of his back and out of his curly black hair. “Not bad for your first time,” she teased.

“What makes you think it was my first time?” Billy retorted.

“Well, wasn’t it?” she asked.

“First time for that, maybe, but not my first time.”

“Oh, yeah?” Brianna scoffed, finishing with her cleanup. “Who have you ever done anything with? Some junior high girl?”

Billy turned to face her, stung by her teasing. Did she still think he was just a little kid, even after what they’d just done? “Madeline James,” he said, drawing himself up indignantly.

“Yeah, right,” Brianna snorted with laughter. Then noticing his expression, she asked disbelievingly, “Madeline James our neighbor?” At his nod, she shook her head. “Bull,” she said, the laughter fading from her voice.

“Did so,” Billy argued. “Friday, after I helped her move her furniture.”

Jealousy flamed in Brianna as she began to believe him. “You did it with that bitch?” she asked hotly.

“Damn sure did,” Billy continued, missing the dangerous turn her mood had taken. “I helped her change her bedroom around, and then she gave me a blow job, then she asked me if I wanted to fuck and I said…” SMACK! He was interrupted by a slap across the face.

Brianna hadn’t meant to hit him. But a jealous rage filled her and her hand had just shot out of its own volition. Tears sprang to her eyes as Billy stood there gaping at her in shock, his jaw hanging open. Before she could stop herself, she slapped him again for not even knowing why she had slapped him in the first place.

Billy rubbed his stinging cheek as Brianna sobbed and rushed past him, headed for the car. He turned and followed after her dumbly. What the hell had he done now? “Brie?” he called after her, but she ignored him and jumped into the car. Billy had to rush to make it into the car before she sped off.

She wouldn’t speak to him the rest of the way home, so he finally gave up and finished the trip in sullen silence, still bewildered as to why she had gotten so mad at him.

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