I sat back, real slow like, and popped the top off another one. Junior sat to my left, swatting at the errant flies as they dive-bombed into our little circle. It wasn’t an annoyed swat, just a swat, like breathing. Flies was everywhere, like the air. You just got used to them after a while. Momma was laughing, low and rumbly, watching Sue Ellen put her hands all the way down through to the bottom of her pink stretch pants, watching her hands come out the legs, then being totally amazed when she sat back down on her diapered butt, all unbalanced.
I was trying to pay attention to what the little group was saying, trying to listen to my brother tell his story about how he ran into this guy in town today who told him…I don’t know, something about some money-making scheme. Junior always had a story about a moneymaking scheme. I couldn’t pay attention, though, because Sherrie kept looking at me. Her brilliant blue eyes were laughing, knowing that no one else could see the looks she was giving me from where she sat. It was making me uncomfortable, the way Sherrie had always made me feel. Like I had ants in my pants, I couldn’t sit still for the life of me. I scratched behind my ear, all of a sudden having lots of itches all over. Her eyes were burning me, and the corner of her plump little mouth kept turning up, mocking me. Why the hell was she looking at me like that?
“So, Cy, what you think about that offer, huh? You think this could be the one, get us all outta here and making six figures, huh?” Junior slapped me on the back. “You know, you’s my brother, man, and no matter what good fortune comes my way, you know you get a piece of it, right?”
I nodded, grinning back at him, my cheeks flaming as Sherrie smirked. She was seeing a double entendre behind those words, I could just feel it.
Momma chuckled again, laughing at her boys with their big dreams. She coughed, loud, and lit up another Virginia Slim. “Now, ya’ll don’t be forgetting about Mama, you hear? Don’t forget who birthed both of you knuckleheads.” Her belly rolled as she laughed, waves of flesh like vanilla pudding.
Sherrie leaned back, flicking the ash off her cigarette, and the white plastic chair bowed a little in the legs. I forgot to tell her to be careful, though, because she opened her legs at the same time and she didn’t have a damn thing on under her little skirt. She smiled directly into my face and I could feel it burn even hotter. Anyone paying attention to me right now woulda asked how I got so sunburned. The only one really watching me was Sherrie, though, and her smug little smile as she saw my face respond to her neatly trimmed little cooter was a sight to see. She looked just like the cat that ate the mouse, and I suddenly felt my lap strain against my jeans. Damn her to hell. Sherrie was my brother’s girl, see, and she always had been. I kept her tight little ass and perfect tits far from my mind as often as possible, which was whenever she wasn’t directly in my line of vision. Since the first time Junior and I had seen her roll into Stubb’s with her little posse of friends, I’d had it bad for her. And she knew it, it was plain by the way she teased me half to death. She hadn’t cared back then, she’d gone straight for Junior and his lanky good looks. Mostly it was because he’d whistled at her right away in that cocky, attention-getting way of his. I’d been too quiet and laid-back-like for her to pay me much mind. She wanted a guy that got down on his knees every day and worshipped her. I could be that kind of guy too, I just don’t go around telling everybody how I feel all the time. Maybe it would get me farther if I did.
Junior broke out the Wild Turkey right then, and it couldn’t have been at a better time. I could use something a little harder than beer. Before I got my brain under control, it whispered to me that Sherrie could use something a little harder herself.
I threw back my head and tossed some of the burning shit down, and it warmed my belly almost as hot as my crotch was now. I had to lean forward a little to adjust, making sure not to look at Sherrie ‘cuz I could feel her looking at me still, smirking. Out of the corner of my eye I saw she still had her legs open, knowing Junior wasn’t going to pay no attention since he was on a roll with his story. He was flappin’ his jaw, and it was only going to get worse the drunker he got. The bottle got passed to her, and I couldn’t help but watch. She wrapped her lips around that bottle and pulled on it, teasing, moving her hips ever so slight so I had a full-on view. I got up too quick, knocking over my half-empty beer can.
“Gonna take a piss, I’ll be right back.” I directed that at Junior and Momma and hurried inside before anyone could get a glance of my lap-tent. The screen door slammed behind me, and I tromped back to the bathroom at the end of the doublewide. It smelled like beef stew and cigarettes in here, just like it always did. It smelled like Momma. I could hear Sue Ellen giggling outside through the thin walls as I freed my swollen dick from the confines of my jeans, and it made me feel kinda wrong to listen to them talk and the baby laugh while I stroked it over the toilet. Like they could see me through the walls, hot as hell over my brother’s girl.
I wasn’t through yet, just getting close to release, when I heard the screen slam again and I stopped, holding my breath. These walls were way too thin, and there was a big gap under the door where you could see my feet standing there. Damn it to hell. My cock was rock-hard, big and long in my hand. I’d always been proud of this cock, glad it was manly and thick and that Daddy had passed on some good genes. Junior wasn’t near to my size, and even though he always got the girls he didn’t have the cock. It was a big surprise to the girls I got with, but they was mostly the nice girl type that wouldn’t spread the rumor around. Maybe I woulda got more action if the whole town knew what was riding around under my belt.
“Cy? You in the bathroom?” Sherrie’s silky voice, taunting. “I need ta pee.”
I swallowed hard, not sure what to do. “Yeah, I’ll just be a minute. Can’t you wait a sec?” I couldn’t stick this back in my pants, it wouldn’t work out so well. It would hurt me, and hurt them to have to see it if I walked past to go jerk it somewhere else.
“I have to go now, Cy. You gonna let me in or what? Junior ran to the store to go get some more Turkey and Momma took the baby over next door for a few.” Sherrie was up against the door now, I could feel her through the thin wood paneling. “Come on, Cy, I don’ t mind if you’re in there too.”
She pushed the door open suddenly, then, and got a full view of my hard-on, sitting there waiting in my hand. Her blue eyes got real big, and she made a little “O” with her mouth. My cock throbbed for her, and I turned bright red.
“Oh…I…hold on a minute, Sherrie, now,” I stammered, trying to push the door back closed with my butt. She stuck her cute little foot in the door and then her mouth turned up, real naughty and that meant something real bad for me. It was too late then. She slid in and closed the door firmly behind her and locked it. It was a real small bathroom so that meant she was behind me and my cock was up against the wall and there was about 4 inches in between us. I froze, and I heard her unzip the back of her skirt. She leaned on me as she stepped out of it, her hands coming around to my front.
“Goddamn Cy, you got a real nice cock on you, boy. Why didn’t nobody ever mention that little…ha, that big fact to me? Maybe I woulda talked to you instead of your brother at that Stubb’s,” Sherrie said. Her soft little hand wrapped around me at that very same instant, and I was a goner. There was no more thinking involved, about how I should be good or how I was about to be real bad. The Turkey was running through my veins now, making it even easier, and I really did have to piss, so my bladder was making the sensations even stronger as all the nerves lit up under Sherrie’s hand. I moaned, and she giggled, stroking harder, pressing her pelvis into the back of my legs. She wasn’t tall enough to get up any further. The fire was full-blown now, spreading over my body. I could feel the flush on my face and my scalp, and the need for her took over everything. I pushed backward and heard her hit the sharp edge of the sink, but she barely grunted. I turned around, reaching for the back of her head with one hand and between her legs with the other. I’d been longing to caress that little patch of trimmed hair I’d spied on her cooter, and it felt just like I thought it would, springy and kinda damp. You could smell us both now in the close space, strong animal smells of musk and sweat mixed up with the smell of old beef stew and the rich smell of Mississippi in the fall.
She reached her little hand up under my shirt, which was slick now with the sweat of needing her, and I pressed my lips to hers, which was full and swollen like she’d been chewing on them. She caught her breath, and my stomach fell out onto the floor. She tasted like cigarettes and the sweet nectar of hops, and then her own taste came through and it was like pomegranates and the way a baby smells when it wakes up from a nap. My skin blew up with goosebumps all over, and I felt the rush of damp as her pussy opened up to my fingers. Outside, I heard a car pass, and I tried to push her away but she wasn’t having none of that.
She dropped down to her knees, and wrapped those sweet lips around my dick, sucking softly, licking like an expert with a lollipop. I pulled her shirt over her head, and her full titties fell out like drifting snow. I cupped both of them, very gently, wondering at their perfectly matched weight in my hands. I was braced up against the wall now, and she was sucking the life outta me, and I didn’t think I could hold it, and just before I was about to blow all inside her mouth she stopped, like she knew, and pulled up by holding on to my jeans. When she came up she pulled my pants so they dropped around my ankles. I heard Momma laugh next door, talking about some woman in town probably, telling some story that might or might not be true. I imagined how she’d feel if she knew this little story about her two knucklehead boys and…but that wasn’t of no importance right this second. What was important right this second was feeling how good she felt, all of her, her little perfect naked body standing on her clothes in Momma’s bathroom, her sweat and my sweat running off us both, flattening her hair and running her mascara down her round rosy cheeks, us sliding together over the old plastic sink. She spread open her pussy, sliding her butt up onto the sink, and guided me toward her. The pink folds wrapped around me, sucking me in, and it was the best feeling I’d ever had, like being thirsty and finding a glass full of ice-cold lemonade on a hot day, or pushing your hand deep into a bucket of grain, the little kernels sliding around and fitting your hand perfectly like it was made to be there. I pushed all the way into her, slow so I wouldn’t hurt her, and she took it all, her little “O” face round like a doll’s mouth. She held on tight to me, wrapping her arms around me, and whispered close to my ear.
“Oh baby, oh gawd, oh Cy,” a little breathless stream of words, repeating my name over and over. My whole self just lit up at the words, hearing her say my name like that. I felt like a warrior, like I could storm the world and it would fall. I would take her, I would take the fuck out of her, and I rammed in real hard so that she jumped and cried. The trailer rocked, and I didn’t give a shit. Her tight little pussy was a glove around me, hot and wet and juicy, and the smell of sex around us was thick enough to be a cloud.
“Imma fuck the shit outta you, you little bitch,” I said, things I never said before, and she liked it, she bit my chest through the shirt so hard I knew there was teeth marks. Inside the explosion was coming, draining out to my dick, pulling everything out of my body toward that sensitive tip and into her.
“Fuck me, Cy, god FUCK ME!” And I fucked her, I fucked her good watching the steam in the mirror and my face over her naked body clinging to the front of me. The trailer rocked and rolled and maybe the whole town was outside watching, and all I knew is I was gonna fill her up with my need and my want and my cum. I went faster and faster, slapping her ass and her against the mirror, the sucking sounds louder and louder. I was even grunting and moaning like I never do, matching her wails that she was keeping low in her mouth, and she was about to come too, I could feel the walls of her clamping down around me as she slid up and down, and her cries got more and more frantic. I grabbed her hair close to the nape of her neck, tightening around her and clamping her against my shoulder as I strained, clamping down all of her as my dick started jerking. Finally the hot cum broke free, erupting out of me into her, and she jerked and pumped as she let go too, dripping wet all down my legs and into her clothes. She collapsed against me, shaking and jerking as the contractions rocked through her body. She was mine for just that minute, and I held on to her tight, pretending that sweat would be all over me tomorrow too, pretending that I always felt her lips around my cock that way, like it was no big deal. We breathed onto each other for a minute, and then I did hear Junior’s truck pull up outside.
“Oh shit,” said Sherrie, pushing me back against the wall and grabbing her clothes off the floor. She had them on in two seconds flat, like she had a lot of practice at this kinda thing. She glanced at herself in the mirror, splashed some water on her face without even looking at me, and ran out the door to meet him. I stood there, flabbergasted. I pulled up my shirt, and sure enough there was a perfect half circle of her teeth right over my left tit. I heard Junior yell something at Momma outside, and Sherrie’s laugh, normal like she hadn’t just been in the bathroom fucking his brother. I shook the fuzz out of my head, and pulled up my jeans. At least I didn’t have the hard-on problem anymore, I thought sensibly.
The screen door slammed behind me as I walked outside, acting all nonchalant. I did a good job, but Junior was busy talking to Momma about the same old scheme already, talking with his hands and excited as he worked on the Wild Turkey. Sherrie was smoking, holding the baby to her chest, gazing out over the trees like she was deep in thought. More like she was thinking about how much she liked my dick inside her.
I sat down, spreading out my legs and leaning back.
“What’s that big old grin on your face for, bro? You looked like you done skinned a cat,” said Junior, passing me the bottle and a bag of chips. I didn’t even look at Sherrie as I laughed out loud, sticking my hand deep in the bag of chips and making sure to touch all the chips I could with her pussy juice all over my hand.
“Naw, just in a good mood I guess,” I said, and watched Junior chomp on some chips with his girl’s cum all over them, mixed with mine. Then Momma ate some, too, and I was still smiling. I was thinkin’ I might be over the crush I had on Sherrie after that.
Originally published February 2009