3 comments/ 31791 views/ 5 favorites Saturday Night Special Ch. 02 By: joe_of_diamonds (Sequel to Saturday Night Special) * Teri and I got back to the Village about 5 o'clock -- maybe a little before, as the sky had not yet begun to brighten. I felt very affectionate toward her all the way home, but I kept my hands to myself. I had about half a hard-on though, and I mentally scolded myself, hoping my thoughts, and my dick, would cool down. We stopped in front of her trailer, and we went in to pick up what she needed for the rest of the weekend. She stuffed a couple of swimsuits, a couple pairs of shorts, some t-shirts and some socks into a little overnight bag, and as a second thought grabbed a couple of towels, rolling up an impromptu toilet kit in one of the towels. She pitched in a bottle of nail polish and even a little bottle of perfume, zipped up the bag, and handed it to me to put in the car. After all that, she reached under her bed and found an old jewelry box. She flipped it open, pulled out two $100 bills, and stuck the money in the pocket of her shorts. And, with a final thought, she dug under the sink in the kitchen and pulled out a quart bottle of Gordon's gin and handed that to me as well. "I think that's everything," she said. "Let's go get your things and hit the road." "Don't you think we ought to get a little rest?" I asked her. "We been up all night drinking and everything. We got about a four-hour drive to the beach." "Bobby, let's just get the hell out of here," Teri insisted. "No telling how long Ronnie's going to be back in town. He might have called the cops on us himself, although I don't think so. And no telling how long it'll take him to get back here. But when he gets here, he's not going to be in a joking mood, you know?" I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, sis, and it's going to look real good when we get pulled 10 miles down the road and blow a point-15. You night-shift people don't have no sense of time. I have to be at work at 7 in the morning, and I like to have my eyes open when I get to the job." "Bobby, look. If we get tired, we can stop at a rest stop or just pull off on a side road and doze until you get the red out of your eyes. We'll be all right. Let's just go." I couldn't argue with her, much less persuade her, so I shrugged, shook my head, and walked to the car. "And Bobby," she called out from the front door. "Here's the keys." I put her shit in the back seat. I heard her inside, pulling and locking windows. Finally, she came out and pulled the front door shut, then hung a padlock through a hasp on the door and snapped it shut. "None of that's going to stop him," Teri said. "Might slow him down a little. His name's on the lease, so he'll have to pay for anything he breaks." We got in the Pontiac, and I backed the car down to my place. I felt like I needed a bath, but Teri seemed in an awful hurry. I got an extra pair of jeans, a couple pairs of shorts, couple of shirts, toothbrush, and a hat with the name of a concrete company on the front. It was a comfortable hat, well-worn and fit. I looked in my wallet and saw $50 cash -- that would have to be my contribution. Finally, I pulled out my four-man tent, all bagged up, a couple of sleeping bags and a mothy old blanket. I figured we could find a campground somewhere back from the beach and save a little by sleeping outdoors. Mosquito spray? Yup. Suntan oil? Must be some around here somewhere . . . I locked up, then went and threw all my gear in the trunk. I got in the car and started it, did a 180 to point it out to the road, and headed out on a promisee of great adventure. Teri laughed at the rear-wheel spin and let out a little shout. She sat in the shotgun seat with her legs drawn up, her heels on the edge of the vinyl. She looked happy, a little dazey from lack of sleep, but relaxed and pleased with herself. We drove for about an hour, and as dawn showed on the horizon, we stopped to fill up with gas. It came to $26. Teri paid, then went inside the bright-lit market. She came back with a bag full of pretzels, M&Ms, a Klondike bar, and a couple of Cokes. And all the sudden I felt as tired as I'd ever been. My eyes went blank and would not stay open. "I got to sleep some, little sis," I said. "You want to drive?" "Jesus Bobby, I don't know how to get to the beach," she said. "All I know to do is go down the interstate, then double back up somehow. We'd end up in Atlanta if you turn me loose." I started the car and steered it behind a dumpster at the side of the store. Then I cut the engine, threw the keys on the floor board, and lowered the seatback as far as it would go. Teri did the same. "Yeah Bobby, you're right," she said. "I could use some winks." Winks wasn't exactly what we got, at least not right away. As I put my head back and felt it spiral down into sleep, I also felt Teri's hand on my leg, rubbing it from the knee almost up to my crotch. I felt my dick rising until it got uncomfortable. "Dammit, Teri, let me get just a little sleep, OK?" Of course, by that time, her hand was stroking at my dick through my pants, and it was hard. Almost involuntarily, I reached over to her yonder shoulder and pulled her little body in my direction. Next thing you know. we were kissing frantically, and I was pulling up her t-shirt as she twisted at the button and zipper of my trousers. My little sister could not get enough, I was learning. I gave up and shoved my pants down past the steering wheel to my knees. Teri pulled her shirt off over her head, and it fell to her side. I put my hands to her titties, but she pushed through that gesture and lowered her face to my lap. She began kissing the end of my dick, which jumped under the touch of her soft lips. She brushed the hair back from her face and took more and more of my dick in her mouth, alternately holding it still so I could feel the warmth of her and working it over with her tongue. She took one hand and began stroking my cock from the base as if trying to pull more and more of it into her mouth. And she began to bob her head and suck, occasionally raising her head to shake her hair out of her eyes. I finally took her hair in one hand to hold it back and used the other hand to rub and stroke at her back and shoulders and down to her ass, my hand slipping under the waistband of her pants. She hummed and moaned as she sucked me, bringing her other hand up to play sweet tricks with my nuts. She drew her legs up so that she lay sideways across the console and sucked, licked and kissed my dick, pulling up to swirl her tongue around the head, then drawing it in deep to her throat, where she gave me that swallowing action she was so damn good at. I twisted to my side so as to get a little more control of the action, and, with a hand steadying the back of her head commenced fucking her mouth. Teri worked it deliberately, delightfully, stroking the base of my dick with one hand and caressing my nuts with the other. I felt selfish and tried to find a way to get a hand to her pussy, but it just wouldn't work, so I let Teri direct the show as I pushed my pecker in and out of her hot mouth, listening to her slurp and moan. I began to breathe harder and to moan some myself as the fabulous sensations built up through my body. She sensed my excitement and began to suck faster and harder, switching her hands so as to free one to move it up my belly to the sensitive parts of my chest. She sucked wildly, working her tongue, grazing my dick lightly with her teeth. It felt better than anything I could remember. Teri's breath quickened, and her groans were muffled by the dick filling her mouth. My orgasm began to build suddenly, and I warned her, "Sis, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum . . . right . . . now." The first shot hit her in the back of her throat, and she pulled off, breathing hard and swallowing as the rest of my juice jetted into her open mouth, her eyes, hair, cheeks. I came so hard that I shook, and whatever of Teri I had in my hands I held tightly, pulling her head to my belly as if trying to preserve the ecstasy. I couldn't move. Neither could Teri. And we fell asleep exactly that way, on the hot, sticky seats of the car, my nuts empty of cum, her face full of it. The sun was up in the sky when I woke. Still groggy, I reached into my pocket for my phone and checked the time -- 9:15. OK then, that's about three hours sleep. It was already stifling hot in the car, even with the windows down. I mussed at Teri's hair, kissed the top of her head, and urged her to stir. She awoke, lifted her head from my lap, wiped at her cheeks and eyes, looked at her fingers, and gave a little laugh. "Jesus Bobby, you son of a bitch," she said, chiding me playfully. "I told you not to do this. We're going to end up in court if you keep molesting me like this." I laughed. "Baby sis, this was not my idea. I just wanted to go to sleep." She reached to the back seat and pulled out one of the towels, using it to wipe the cum off her face. She lowered the visor, looked in the mirror, and dabbed at her hair, trying to be sure she got it all. "I got to go wash up, Bobby," she said. "It'll only take me a minute." Teri put on her shirt, got out of the car and dashed into the store. In a few minutes, she was back, her face washed and her hair wet. While waiting, I started the car and turned on the a/c, or what there was of it. It cooled the car some. She finished drying her hair, then turned around to fish a brush out of her kit bag. I pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the road. She finished brushing her hair, then stuck her head out the window, letting it blow dry. She pulled back in with a wild, shaggy do on her head, her eyes bright, seemingly satisfied with this minimal start to the day. I turned on the radio. All I could pick up was one of those rural-route 1000-watt stations where they give the local news, hog and cotton prices, wedding announcements, baseball scores -- the kind of broadcast you still find in small towns in the deep South. I punched through the buttons, trying to catch something from Florence or Columbia. No luck. I was hungry, so I stopped at a McDonalds. I got a sausage biscuit and an orange juice. Teri wanted only a chocolate shake. She had change now, and she paid. We drove away. Teri put her feet on the dashboard, sucked at her milkshake through a straw, and started in on the M&Ms. Life, all the sudden, looked wide-open and real good . . . * (Please continue to Chapter 3) Saturday Night Special Ch. 03 (Continued from Chapter 2) * The sun rose above eye level as I pointed the Pontiac east down the four-lane. I hadn't driven to the beach this way before, but it seemed straightest on the wrinkled map in the car, so I took it. It was Sunday, and there wasn't much eastbound traffic. I looked over at Teri and noticed she had retrieved the bottle of gin and opened it. She tilted her head back and drank from the bottle, two or three long, deep swallows. She made a face and shook her head, then smiled and offered the bottle to me. "Damn, little sis, it's 10 in the morning," I said to her. She laughed, capped the bottle, and laid it on the floorboard. She pulled out a Coke and the bag of M&Ms, took a handful of the candy, and offered me some. "Keep it," I said. "Give me a couple of those pretzels." She popped the Coke, then began alternating sips of cola and gin from the bottle. Again she offered me the bottle, and this time I took it, having a long, deep swallow. And so it went on down the road, passing the gin bottle back and forth, singing and laughing. At some point, Teri pulled a marijuana number out of her cigarette pack. I took a couple of puffs off it, and Teri smoked the rest, getting giggly and goofy as she drank and smoked. I was buzzing pretty nicely by the time we got into the swamps. We came up on one of those nowhere villages in the lowlands, where you're sailing along at 75 or so and all the sudden see a 35mph sign. And sure enough, right behind the "Reduce Speed" sign was the law. I braked down as quickly as I could, but it was too late. The blue lights came on, and we all pulled off in the parking lot of an abandoned garage. The door opened on the cop car, and I could see the word "sheriff" on the door. The deputy got out slowly, took a look at the license plate, then walked up to me on the driver's side. "You kids know why I pulled you over?" he said, squinting at me and looking at Teri. "Radar showed you going 76 in a 35 mile per hour zone. I'll knock it back to 55 so we don't have to go to court. You can pay the ticket up here at the gas station." This wasn't the way this trip was supposed to begin. Paying the ticket likely would eat up about half the money we'd brought. The deputy looked around the inside of the car. "You kids been drinking?" he said. "No," I answered. "I might have got drunk last night, but nothing today." "I'd like to ask both of you to step out of the car. Hands on the car where I can see them." The deputy's partner strolled up to the Pontiac on Teri's side and held the door open for her. I gave her a look, indicating to her that she play cool, and we both got out. I'm pretty good at these kinds of situations. Be respectful, but don't play dumb. Do what you're told to do. Besides, I can hold liquor pretty well, and the few swallows I'd had wouldn't affect me. "You got your license on you?" the deputy asked. I pulled the card out of my wallet and handed it to him. I saw the other patrolman taking Teri's license as well. My deputy handed my card to the other officer. "Go run em both," he said. "We're just going to do a couple of tests," he said to me. "I you pass 'em, just pay the speeding ticket and you can go on down the road. Where you headed, the beach?" I nodded. We did touch-the-nose. Check. Count the alphabet backward. Check. Stand on one leg. My knee buckled a little from fatigue and nerves, but overall check. The other patrolman came back with the licenses. "They come up clean," he reported. "I thought you two was married -- same last name and all -- but the computer came up with a different name for you, miss. You get married or something? Teri nodded. "Well, you need to get down to the bureau and get that changed soon as you get home," he warned. Last test. The deputy drew a straight line with his boot in the gravel, about the length of the car. He stood at one end of the line and motioned me to the other end. "Now walk right on that line, one foot in front of the other, in my direction," he ordered. Well, I did it, or I thought I did. The deputy looked at the patrolman, who was getting a long eyeful of Teri, who still stood profile to him, her hands on top of the car "What do you think, Jimmy?" Jimmy smiled and looked back. "It's your call, Melvin." Melvin took a long look at Teri, a look I didn't like. "You think you can drive, honey?" he said. I didn't like that either. "She ain't driving anywhere," Jimmy sneered. He reached to the floor of the car and came up with the gin bottle, which was almost empty. "I'd say both of these kids have been biting the neck off this one."Jimmy continued poking through the car, popping open the glove box. "Oh-ho, what we have here?" he shouted. He came out with the .22 pistol, and I about kicked myself. I'd left the gun in the glove box last night as we drove home after dumping Ronnie. Jimmy handed the gun to Melvin across the roof of the car, brushing against Teri as he did. Melvin looked at the gun, snapping out the clip. "It's loaded," he said to himself, then turned to me. "You got a permit for this gun?" "I do, but not with me," I said lamely. "It's at home." Melvin leaned his elbows on the roof of the Pontiac and rubbed his eyes as if tired. "So let's see. We've got speeding, possible DUI, carrying a concealed weapon, possibly unregistered," he said. "This is beginning to look like a court date to me, son." Melvin was the younger of the two men, I guessed. He wasn't particularly striking, but he looked fit, self-reliant, rugged, a man used to taking charge of tough situations. He unsnapped the handcuffs from his belt and told me to turn around. He fastened them onto my wrists while reciting me my rights. I didn't say a word. Jimmy did the same with Teri, patting her down as he did, hands feeling around her waistband and around the cuffs of her shorts. Jimmy might have been 35, tall, wiry and thin, with a long face. "We'll ride up to Sam's on the corner. You can pay the traffic ticket there, and we'll write you up for the other stuff. Depending on what the magistrate says, he may want to hold you overnight in jail." The two cops loaded us into the back of the patrol car, where we sat, cuffed hands behind our backs, separated from the front by a heavy wire rack. A shotgun hung on the rack on the front-seat side. "Sam's" turned out to be a repair shop with a row of gas pumps in front, all closed on Sunday. Melvin had a key. He unlocked the front door, and we all stepped into a small office, which smelled of gasoline and old oil. They ordered us to sit in two battered steel chairs. Melvin went behind the counter, or started to. Instead, he spoke very quietly with Jimmy for a minute or two, both men talking and grinning. Finally, Melvin came over and squatted in front of me and Teri. "Tell you what, son," he said. "We'd kind of like it if we didn't have to make a trip all the way to St. Paul's on a Sunday afternoon." He looked at his watch. "Here's a deal for you," Melvin continued. We'll throw out all the charges against you, if, if, you let me and Jimmy spend a little time with your sister here." He laid a hand on Teri's knee and rubbed it up and down her thigh. Teri recoiled, and my fury rose. "You sons of bitches," I said slowly, with as much threat as I could summon while my wrists were bound. "You touch her and I will personally kill both of you motherfuckers." Melvin laughed. "That's no way to talk to the law, Robert," he said, citing the name on my driver's license. "Listen kid," his eyes darkened. "We're going to take your sister whether you like it or not. We're doing you a damn big favor by offering to let you off. All you got to do is wait until we're all done, then you can drive right out of here. "I'm going to keep these charges in my pocket. If you don't like the deal, or if you think you're going to speak a word of this, I'll get the charges certified, plus throw in an unlawful flight charge on top. And I believe the computer says you're still on probation for an aggravated assault charge from a year or two ago. If you want, we'll stack it all up and let the state take care of it all. He looked at Teri. "And you, honey, we were reading about a break-and-enter as a juvenile and a threat of bodily harm, not prosecuted, last year, I think, in J&D court upstate. I was fully furious now, with genuine horror mixing in. These things don't actually happen, do they? I wondered. "You dirty fucking bastards." It was all I could do to keep from bounding out of the chair somehow, kicking that fucking Melvin to the floor and somehow crushing Jimmy's skull with a tire iron. The handcuffs checked that kind of action, and I realized that I was fucked, that they had me, that there was nothing I could do. I looked at Teri, and she looked at me with eyes full of fear and pleading, as if ready to cry. I shook me head, then mumbled angrily at Melvin, "OK, you bitch. You're going to drive me to the damn jail, wherever that is, and lock me up as long as you damn well like. But you ain't touching my sister. You got that?" "I heard you, boy," Melvin said. "And I ain't listening at all." He now knelt upright between Teri's legs, rubbing them both with his hands. She started to struggle and tried to kick him, but he quickly grabbed her ankle and gripped it hard and tight. "Jimmy," Melvin called out. "Take this boy to the garage and cuff him to something solid." Jimmy came over and yanked at my left arm, pulling me to my feet. I stuck a leg between his feet and tripped him, and he went down to the concrete floor. He came up angrily and hooked me across the jaw with his right hand. I had to shake my head to clear the effects of the blow. Jimmy shoved me through the swinging door and over to the work bench. He swiveled the bench vise so that the handle was on the bench side, then clamped the chain of my cuffs in the vise. I tugged and yanked, as if trying to break the chain, but no, no way. A couple minutes later, Melvin pushed Teri in through the swinging door. She was naked. Melvin apparently had pulled off her shirt and shorts, and she stumbled into the garage ahead of him with nothing on but her sandals. "What do you think of this little thing?" Melvin said to Jimmy, and Jimmy smiled and grunted approval. "How do you like the little sister now, boy?" he said, shaking her roughly. Melvin gripped Teri's arm hard enough to leave bruises. He went to the Honda Civic parked in the bay, reached down, and pulled a garage creeper from under the car. Teri fought back fright and tears as Melvin forced her down on the creeper. He uncuffed her wrists, then recuffed them over her head, looping the chain around a hydraulics pipe that came out of the floor. He undid his pants and lowered them to his ankles, and his hard dick stuck out. "Ok baby, be nice to me, and this won't hurt a bit," he said. He pushed Teri down flat on the creeper and kissed her roughly on the mouth, his hands ripping at her breasts. She turned her head to one side, resisting, and screamed for help. "Ain't nobody going to hear you, sweetheart," Melvin said. He took off his gun belt and bandolier and pulled his shirt up to chest level. Then he jammed his dick into my kid sister. I watched for half a minute in disgust, then turned away, both in humiliation and that I just couldn't watch. I could hear the creeper creaking as he fucked my sister, the casters scraping on the concrete. I could hear him grunting as he pounded Teri's pussy with his fireplug dick. This had to be a man's worst nightmare, I thought. My arms ached, my wrists hurt, and my legs were tiring from standing so long in one place. Worst of all, though, was my shame -- that I was unable to protect Teri or to rescue her. I heard Teri moan quietly as Melvin's thrusts grew more insistent. Her mouth fell open and she cried out in time with his strokes. Melvin jammed it into her deep and hard. The act seemed to go on for a long time. Finally, finally, I heard him grunt and go still, and he lay still on Teri for some time. I looked over and saw that Jimmy had his dick out of his pants and was stroking at it madly. Jimmy's dick was much longer than Melvin's, or at least it looked that way to me. Melvin finally climbed off. "Damn Jimmy, that's some good pussy there," he said. "You take a crack at it. See if you can wear it out." Jimmy knelt between Teri's legs and, like Melvin, lowered his pants to his knees. Without preliminaries, he worked his cock into her pretty hole and drove it all the way in with one long stroke. Teri looked at me, her face completely blank. Again I turned away. From the sound of things, Jimmy was much rougher than Melvin had been. From the time he entered her pussy, he pounded Teri fast and hard, and again I could hear Teri moan, sounds I could recognize as pleasure -- involuntary? Again, the ordeal seemed to go on forever, with the creaks and moans and scrapes and slapping sounds as Jimmy fucked Teri unmercifully. I heard her cry out as if she were cumming, her hot breath fast and uncontrolled Jimmy let out a roar and finished up inside her, his ass tightening in spasms as he filled her sweet pussy with his juice. He gave her a kiss and whispered something in her ear, then slowly rose to his feet and pulled up and fastened his trousers. "You want to go for seconds, Melvin?" Jimmy asked of his partner. Melvin laughed and high-fived the patrolman. "I don't believe so Jimmy," he said. "You know we're supposed to be on duty. But that was some god damned good pussy, wasn't it?" "The best, buddy," Jimmy replied. "I'd almost like to take that home with me." The two cops went back into the office, and I heard them talking procedure. I looked at Teri, who lay naked and trembling, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as if to protect -- what? "You OK, baby sis?" I asked anxiously. She lay still for a minute, in silence. At last, she broke into a cry. "Ohh Bobby, my god, Bobby . . . " Melvin re-entered the garage. He uncuffed Teri from the pipe and lifted her gently from the creeper, giving her a hug as she got to her feet. He then handed her her shirt and shorts and a couple of shop rags, apparently to clean herself with. He then walked to me, unsnapped his holster, and pulled out his .38. He opened the vise and said to me, "You're smart enough not to try anything now, aren't you bubba?" I nodded with anger and shame, vowing silently to kill this man somewhere, some day. "OK son, Jimmy and I have agreed to withhold all the charges against you. We'll take you kids back to your car. Then you're free to go." He paused, then added, "And you'll be a whole lot wiser not to come anywhere near this town for the rest of your natural life." The gun was still in his hand by his side, but he brushed the barrel against my leg, just to be sure I got his message. Teri dressed quickly, and the two shitheads drove us back to the car. A line from a song looped in my head: Just as every cop is a criminal, and all your sinners saints . . . When we got to the car and got out, Melvin took the cuffs off me. I waved my arms and clenched and unclenched my hands to get the circulation going. "You remember what I told you son," he said in a warning tone. "And take good care of your sister. We didn't hurt her. She'll be all right. She's a sweet baby, boy." I looked Melvin in the eyes. "You remember what I'm saying, Melvin. I may or may not come back through this town during my adult life, but if I ever, ever see your ass again, anywhere, you are a dead man. Remember that." "We'll see, buddy, we'll see," Melvin said easily. "Won't we?" Teri and I got back in the Pontiac and drove away. Both of us were silent. I believed I needed somehow to explain something to her, and perhaps she felt the same. But neither of us knew what it was, other than we'd come under the shadow of absolute evil. I stared straight ahead as I drove, and Teri let her head fall to her right shoulder, as if looking out at something outside the window, something far away. We went on just that way until the road came free of the swamps toward the coast. The air began to smell of salt and crab shells. We came to a stop sign at an intersection with the four-lane, and a sign pointed to Myrtle Beach -- 18. As I waited for a couple of cars and trucks to pass, I felt Teri's hand take my right hand and give it a little squeeze, soft and sweet. She continued to hold my hand as I steered south toward the beach. That, at that moment, seemed to be the kindest, most tender gesture I'd ever felt. (Please continue to Chapter 4) Saturday Night Special Ch. 04 (Continued from Chapter 3) A couple of miles down the highway, I saw a sign pointing to the left, advertising "Beachside Camping, 3 Miles". I slowed and turned left just past the sign and drove in the direction of the shore. Sure enough, there was a sign, "welcoming" us to the Triple M Campground. "We're going to camp?" Teri said, a little surprised, as I turned in the lot. I stopped. "Well, hell, little sis, if you'd rather get a motel or something, we can do that. I guess we've got enough money." Teri's face brightened. "Oh no, this is awesome. I haven't been camping since I was like, 14." I drove on to the office and went in and talked to the old fellow, who sat on a sofa facing a large, oval table. He had the tv on and was watching a baseball game. "You got anything open, mister?" I said. "Believe we do," he said. "What you need? RV? Tent site?" "We have a tent." "OK. That'll be $20 for one night, $30 for two nights, $65 for all week, all seven days." "You got showers and water?" "Yup. Showers and potable water, no extra charge. Hot water in the showers. Snacks and sodas in machines outside the office. Beach is about 200 yards down that way, down that path there. I got lots of regular customers comes back every year 'bout this time, some even in the fall." "How's the bugs?" "Not too bad. We get some skeeters sometimes. County comes and sprays down along the inlet once a week, so skeeters don't bother us too much." It sounded pretty good. I reached in my pocket and handed the old man a twenty. He started to talk about how his family had owned this land back "three, four generation, back to 'bout 1880s." I cut him off politely and asked him where to set up "Well," he said, thinking a minute. "What we got left is likely over this way." He pointed to the left, away from the beach path. "You can run over there and see which suits you. Fires welcome if you got your own wood and keep all the burning in those truck rims all around. Just kinda keep the noise down and mind to your own business and you'll have a nice time here." "Thanks, friend," I said, shaking his hand. I got back to the car and climbed in. "Twenty bucks," I said to Teri. "Not bad, eh?" "No, that's good," she said, half-sleepily. "Maybe we can get something nice to eat or buy some fireworks. She sounded more like a sweet little girl, my little sister Teri, than she did the street-wise, grown-up Teri. I drove slowly to the left, as the old man had indicated, and we found a level spot in soft sand, a little bit away from the other tents. I pulled the old tent bag out and freed the contents, unrolling the orange tent and staking it down. Then I raised it up with the poles. Last, I spread the old blanket like a rug and rolled out the sleeping bags. "OK honey, we're home," I called out, and Teri giggled. At the same time, she seemed unusually quiet and reserved, as though she had slammed shut some part of her during her abuse by the cops. She sat up and said, "Bobby, I wonder if there's a drug store around here. I want to get some shampoo and some things I forgot to bring." "I don't know honey. We can go look." We got in the car again, drove back to the highway, and turned toward town. Not far down the road was a Kroger with a pharmacy sign out front. "How bout this, sis?" I said. "That's fine," she said, still quiet, her enthusiasm shut down somehow. I parked, and Teri got out. "You need anything Bobby?" she asked. "Oh no," I said, my protection instinct whetted sharp. "I'm coming in with you." We walked into the grocery, and again she took my hand as we walked. Inside, she went to the pharmacy area, and I went scouting for food. I got bratwurst and rolls and mustard, a can of beans, a canteloupe and some cherries. I went to the checkout and set down the basket, then went back for a case of beer. Teri came along with a bottle of four-dollar shampoo, conditioner, and some other female-looking stuff. We checked through, and we split the $35 total. The clock in the store showed 5:20. It was a hot, lovely, sunny evening. As we drove back to the camp, Teri began to cheer up some. I mussed at her hair and tickled her a little, and she laughed. We stopped in front of the tent and unpacked our goods. Teri set aside a little, flowery box and saw me looking. "It's a douche, Bobby. Damn it Bobby, I feel filthy like I've never felt filthy before. I feel like I need to flush my whole body out and start over like a baby, be a virgin all over again. "You know, I've never used one of these before. I don't know if I'm supposed to stand on my head with a turkey baster or what. I guess I'll just follow the directions and see how it goes." She took her little box, her shampoo and toothbrush and all the other little items, put them all in the plastic Kroger bag, and started off in the direction of the bath house. I went to the back seat of the car and grabbed the towels and one of her little two-piece swimsuits and went off after her. "Little sis," I said. "I don't think they have free towels in there." I handed her one of the towels and the clean suit and walked with her to the showers. And once again, she took my hand as we walked together. There were two bath buildings, one for women and one for men. She went into the women's building -- a painted plywood shack, really, with linoleum on the floor, and I waited outside, making sure no one disturbed her. Maybe ten minutes later, I heard the toilet flush, then I heard the water come on in the shower stall. I felt like I could not leave her alone, so I stood by the door, waiting. Teri took a long, long shower. Finally, the tap shut, and I heard her drying and dressing. She came out with her hair still wet, looking fresh and young -- my little sister. She had on the plain yellow bikini I'd handed her, and she took the towel and wrapped it around her, tucking it tight in back "My gosh, stranger, aren't you cute," I said to her." She stuck out her tongue at me and laughed. "You still have that other towel?" I asked. She disappeared for five seconds, then came out and threw the towel at me. "You know, you could have come in and helped me wash any time," Teri said. "There wasn't anyone else in there. And I needed a good, hard scrub." I laughed now, realizing she was being playful with me to help my mood. She was very good at that, very subtle with it. I couldn't figure why she'd waste it on a clown like Ronnie. "OK, I'm going to shower too. If there's no one else inside, I'll call for you," I said. I walked to the men's side, and sure enough, I was the only one inside. I started the water, peeled off my clothes, and stepped into the old steel stall. There was a bar of soap in a little pan on the side. I soaped up -- face, arms, chest. I even ran the bar soap through my hair, lathering it up good. I soaped my parts, pulling my dick out full length. I felt the curtain open, and Teri stepped in with me, wearing just the top of her two-piece. Teri took me in her arms and slid her body against my soapy chest. She took the bar of soap in her hand and rubbed it up and down my dick, then let the soap drop and tugged my dick up hard, sliding her hand along it. "Bobby?" she said, almost in a murmur. "I want you to wash me. I want you to wash my pussy. I want you to wash it hard." Her smile smoldered as she slowly slid down the enameled sides of the steel enclosure. She sat on the floor of the stall and spread her knees apart. I moved a bit so that the water from the shower head splashed onto her pussy. I sat down across from her, and it was a tight fit, our legs crowded together. Teri handed me the wet washcloth in her hand. I found the soap bar on the floor, soaped up the cloth, and began scrubbing at her sweet cunt. I placed two soapy fingers in her hole and swirled them around, then took the cloth again and cleaned her thoroughly, soaping her pretty little bush, then up and down her slit. "Harder Bobby, please," she begged, and I scrubbed at her parts so hard it must have hurt, grinding the heel of my hand against her tender parts. I continued in this way for some time. Her head fell back slightly, and her eyes closed, and her breath came quicker and ragged. I couldn't take any more. I pulled myself up and again directed the water onto her pussy. I gradually turned the cold tap down, and the water flowed hotter and hotter. Still Teri just sat there and took it. I turned the cold all the way off, leaving fully hot water to fall onto her cunt. She flinched and grimaced, but still took the burn, until . . . "Ooohhhh owwww Bobby, turn it off now." I immediately turned the tap off. I helped her to her feet and gave her a long, tight hug. She felt wet and pure, like a sea nymph rising from the waves. I was really starting to love this girl, in ways that had nothing to do with brothers and sisters. "You're all clean, inside and out," I said to her. "You are sweet and pure." I could smell a faint hint of strawberry fragrance, and I mentioned it to her. "That was a strawberry douche," she said, giggling. "It does smell nice, don't it." I quickly dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist, and I rolled my clothes into a ball. Teri dabbed at herself with her wet towel and cinched it around her body. Then we both ran back to the tent, and we tumbled inside. I found a clean pair of boxers and pulled them on to cover up. Then I unwrapped Teri and took both the towels outside, laying them on the ridge of the tent. I went back inside the tent. "Ohh I feel so much better," Teri sighed. I looked at my wrists, still reddened and sore from the handcuffs, and I looked at Teri, and suddenly, the ordeal of the afternoon seemed to darken the sky again. "What's wrong, Bobby?" she asked. "Please Bobby, don't blame yourself." "What, baby sis?" I said, a little surprised and stupid. "For what happened today. Those bastards raped me, Bobby. There was nothing you could do. They fucking raped me. I know you would have done something if you could have, and it took them a pair of cuffs and a bench vise and a gun to stop you. It wasn't your fault." Again, I felt terrible, as if someone had cut my nuts off. "Teri, that was the worst thing you could do to a man. I've always looked after you, haven't I? I've always gotten you out of the tough spots, even when I got hurt doing it." My face fell further. "To not be able to do a damn thing about it -- to have to see those motherfucking sons of bitches hurt you and humiliate you . . . "Teri baby, I would have died trying. You know that, don't you? I couldn't stand seeing that happen to you. I almost could have killed myself right then because there was nothing I could do for you. It killed me baby. It killed me inside. And I can't even think of what it must have done to you." "Bobby, I just took it. There was nothing I could do either. It was like I just disconnected from it, like that was domeone else getting fucked while I was just me, all, like, I don't know how to describe it. I had to take it that way, because any other way I would have gone crazy, for sure." "But did it feel . . . " "Bobby, I won't lie. I love the feeling of a dick in my pussy. But, like, it wasn't my pussy, if that makes any sense to you. I felt it, and it felt like fucking, but it wasn't me getting fucked. Do you understand?" I did, sort of. But Teri was smarter than me, and I was impressed with what she said. She was tough and smart, sure. Now I was learning that she was brave, maybe braver than I was, in some weird way. Then Teri let down, and tears welled in her eyes. "Oh Bobby," she pleaded softly. "Am I clean? Is it all gone? Is it over now? "Tell me I'm clean. Tell me I'm still pure and pretty and worth being loved. Kiss me Bobby. Kiss my pussy, please." I felt very queer. If I hadn't been able to protect her, why would I deserve the honor of kissing her cunt? Or really, of doing anything other than watching over her, making sure nothing bad ever happened to her again? The answer came to me slowly. Perhaps I was the only one she trusted enough to kiss her abused womanhood, to take away her sense of sin and shame, to tell her with total fidelity that yes, she was clean. So I crawled between her legs, held my lips to her pussy, and kissed it gently. She shuddered and sighed. The faint, sweet strawberry scent came to me as a hint of delight. I ran my nose through the soft, dark fur of her bush -- clean, all clean. I fliched at her clit with the tip of my tongue, then circled the tip of the button , nipping at it with my lips and teeth. She smelled, and tasted, wonderful and clean. She moaned, and her breath came in little cloudy puffs. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, then flattened it and licked it like a cat licks, wirh long, broad strokes. Then badk to the clit for more kissing, sucking, nibbling and licking. I kept this up a long time, as her breath came quicker, her moans louder and more prolonged. "Oh god Bobby, yessss," she cried. I caressed her thighs, then held her knees and tickled the backs of them with my fingers, licking her pussy and dealing out different motions and pressures on her clitoris. I sucked and licked her clit, kissed it, and felt the tension build in her body. She suddenly clamped both hands on the sides of my head, holding my face tightly to her pussy. Her hips began to rock in wavelike motion, and she twisted and wriggled her ass, seeking the last milimeters of pleasure. And Teri went off like a moon rocket, with a long, broken cry, her ass humping wildly, and spasms ripping through her hole, all her parts, her whole pussy. I slowed my motions and tasted her, drank of her, the gentle actions keeping her on her high, sexual plateau. She began to rise out of it again as I kissed and lapped at her vagina, her lower lips and her clit. She began to cry out once more. "Oh Bobby yes god oh yessss," she cried out "Oh please, fuck my pussy with your mouth." Again she rose toward the heights, and I timed my motions to the sounds of her moans and cries. She gave out a long, low scream as I carried her up and over the peak once again. She was completely gone now. "Jesus Bobby, now. You have to fuck me now. You've got to fuck me, gotta fuck me, now, please, with your big hard dick." I mounted up and used my right hand to guide my hard cock into her pussy, then drove it all the way in with one deep, hard push. Teri screamed, the scream trailing off to what sounded like mourning as pleasure rocked her body. I began pounding at her slowly; she was already there. My hard, fat dick seemed to split her in two, and in a short while of pumping into her, she came again with a series of loud, high-pitched growls and cries. And on we went in this way, with me slowing and speeding up, raising and lowering my angles of approach, kissing her hot mouth, squeezing and bruising her pretty breasts. After what seemed like an hour, I let myself go and went to work hard and hot in her tight hole. I felt the orgasm building as I banged into her hard and fast. She somehow reached around and with her hand tugged and squeezed my balls. And just like that, I came in a torrent, blasting her pussy with hot, heavy gushes of cum fluid -- shot after shot after shot. I crashed hard onto Teri's body and lay there weakly, trying to find my breath. Teri too lay quietly, dancing her fingers lightly and slowly across my back. I don't know what love is supposed to feel like, but just right then, I felt it. "You are the best," I whispered to her, kissing her mouth, her eyes, her ears. "I swear to god, no one will ever hurt you again." (Please continue to Chapter 5) Saturday Night Special Ch. 05 (Continued from Saturday Night Special, Chapter 4) At last I rose. I looked around to see whether anyone had been disturbed or annoyed by our lovemaking, but the few other folks I saw went about their business, paying no mind. I skipped the boxers and pulled on a pair of jeans, buttoning and zipping them. Teri lay, still on her back but raised on her elbows, looking tousled but content. She smiled at me, and there was peace in her smile. I tossed the towel at her, grinned, and told her to cover up. Teri also picked among her pile of clothes, getting into typical shorts and t-shirt. Still seated, she stretched and twisted, almost a little dance. She came to me outside the tent, pressed lightly against me, and gave me a quick kiss. "Thank you Bobby," she whispered, looking into my eyes with what looked like sincerity. I still sensed a sort of sadness between us -- or perhaps it was more primal, a deep, unsorted anger that we had to subdue, for now at least. "Let's eat something," I said. I looked around and figured the camp site area would be pretty well picked over for wood. "Let's take a walk down the beach and see what sticks and stuff we can find for a fire." Teri agreed. I thought about grabbing a beer, then remembered I hadn't brought a cooler or any ice. The old man did have a box with bagged ice up by the office, so I began to walk in that direction, telling Teri to come along. "What Bobby, you're not going to let me out of your sight?" she said with a little smile. "No indeed, little sis," I said, maybe more firmly than I'd meant. "No baby. You're coming with me until I get your out of harm's way." Teri didn't argue, and we walked together to the office. The old man was still there, this time with another old fellow. They were playing checkers with the TV still on. "You got any ice," I asked. "Yesssss," the old man said. "That's five dollars for a five-pound bag and ten dollars for ten pounds." I looked at Teri, and she pulled out a ten-dollar bill, handing it to the old man. "Thank you dear," the old man said politely. "Need a receipt?" We walked outside and pulled a ten-pound sack out of the freezer, then carried it back to the tent. When we got there, I took the old tent bag, tore the end off the beer box, and poured the cans into the bottom of the bag. Then I ripped the sack of ice open and poured the ice into the bag with a great clatter. "Pretty ingenious, Bobby," smart-ass Teri said. "Yeah, that will hold it long enough to get cold," I said. "Now let's go find some sticks." This time, we headed to the path the old man had indicated, walking on a soft bed of pine straw, on the lookout for sticks and boughs. We found a few little pieces just off the path, scarcely enough to kindle. As I say, I didn't think there would be much this close to the campground. We followed the sound of waves on the beach, then came out of the pines into a low scrub of juniper and sawgrass. Still nothing much. And finally, we came out onto the beach. Yes, there was the ocean, with the white wake of the waves. Teri and I walked down to the water, to where it lapped the sand, and after a few waves, I figured the tide was going out. There were a few other people on the beach, and way off in the distance were lights and silhouettes of the resort town. We paused long enough to get our feet wet, then headed back up the beach to look for dry kindling. Teri jogged on ahead, back up to the grass and junipers. She called out when she found a chunk of dry driftwood half-buried in the sand. A few yards farther, we found a couple more, and enough dry sticks to make an armful. "That ought to be enough," I said. "Let's go back." "Oh, it's so nice," Teri said, breathing in the pine-scented land breeze that picked up as the sun sank in the west. "I could stand right here. I love the sound and the smell." I took her by the arm and tugged at her. "Come on little sis. We'll come back later, after we eat, when the sun goes down." There were still a few people on the beach, but most were packing up their gear to go wherever they'd come from. A couple of men swung ten-foot rods with lures into the surf, hoping for a stray big bass. We turned and walked back toward the path, Teri carrying the little pile of wood. I stopped along the path and cut a couple of green juniper branches with my pocket knife. These I whittled to points as we walked along, to use as spits for the sausages. All said, we now had everything we needed -- firewood, cooking implements, and, chilling at the tent, cold beer. And a car, and a tent, and each other. We got back to the tent, and Teri dropped the pile of sticks and chunks on the ground. I pulled one of the iron truck rims over to the tent and began stacking up the sticks inside it. I was able to get some of the smaller chips started with my lighter, and I fed it gradually bigger and bigger. Then a couple of chunks, and the fire began to crackle. It was still hot, so there was no need for a real fire -- just a quick cook fire. I zipped open the can of beans and set it inside the rim, near the fire. Then Teri impaled four of the brats on the juniper sticks and laid them over the little blaze. I got two beers out of the tent bag, came back, handed one to Teri, and opened my own. "Oh, that's good," I said, not realizing how thirsty I was. "I wish you'd thought to get a bottle, bourbon or gin," Teri said. "Beer's OK, but it makes me pee too much." I laughed. "Well, you'll either have to drink and pee, or not drink at all," I said. "Your choice." "Ha ha Bobby," my sister said. She paused for effect, then said, "Hand me another one." I went and got two more. We sat on the ground and watched the fire. The brats began to sizzle and drip, and Teri gave them a turn. I got the cherries out of the grocery bag, and we ate some of them, spitting out the pits. In a few minutes, the little fire had dwindled to coals, but the food was cooked. We put the brats on rolls with mustard. I took a towel out of the tent and carefully pulled out the warmed can of beans. Naturally, like a couple of dumb asses, we hadn't gotten spoons or anything, so we took turns with the can, raising it up and using my knife to bring a mouthful at a time out of the can. By the time we finished eating, the sun had just dipped below the horizon. My phone rang, and I checked the number. It was Karen. "Hello hot thing, whatcha doing?" Karen said in a low, sexy voice. I winked at Teri, then turned away. "I'm at the beach, honey," I said. "I'm down here with Teri." "Teri?" Karen said with a little mockery. "Are you sure it's just your sister?" "Yup. Just me and her." "Where you staying? It's almost dark." "Oh, we're camping down by the beach. Nice place. I'll bring you here sometime. Only twenty bucks." "I want you baby. Why ain't you here for me?" Karen said, scolding playfully. She carried on. "My pussy is all hot and wet. My pussy wants you real bad honey." "Oh baby, I'd love to put you and your pussy to bed. But I'm not there, I'm here." I glaced at Teri, who gave me a smirk. 'You sure you won't come and see me,?" Karen said. "Sorry honey," I answered. "Time I got there, it would be midnight, and I'd just be wore out." I could hear Karen rustling with her clothes. "I got my hand on it baby. I'm touching it. It's soooo wet for you." "Save it for me baby," I said, trying to wind down the conversation. "You got plenty of boyfriends. You can get somebody to please you." "Not like you do," Karen murmured. "Not like you do. "Hey, call me when you get back. I guess you're not going to work tomorrow?" Damn, I'd almost forgotten. "Thanks for reminding me baby. I need to call the boss. It's been a long, long day. I'm feeling kind of scatterbrained." "Oh, damn you," Karen said. "Well, say hi to Teri for me. I'll stay open all night in case my buddy needs a home." My dick had begun to swell, so I begged off from Karen and clicked the phone shut. Then I quick-dialed Sam at home. "Sam, this is Bobby," I said. "Yeah Bobby, what's up? "Well, uh, I'm not going to be able to make it to work tomorrow, at least not on time. I had to drive over to Columbia today for some side work, and the car quit just as I was leaving to come back. The red light had been on, and the battery was dead. I think it's the alternator, but I had it towed to a garage. The guy said he couldn't get the part until Monday morning." There was a long pause. "Ohhh kay Bobby. I guess that's all right. We need to get those fixtures tested at the apartment job; the inspector's coming Monday afternoon. Any way you can get here by, like, noon?" "I'm not sure Sam. If this guy can get the part and get it on the car early, I'll try to make it back. I'll call you and let you know." "I guess it's OK, Bobby. I'll need every hand I can get, but we'll try to get it done. Shit happens." "You're not pissed, are you?" I said. "No Bobby. Just take the day off. I'll expect to see you Tuesday, though." "I'll be there Sam. You know I don't like to miss work." I hung up and lay back on the ground, reclining on my elbows. Teri looked at me. "Everything OK Bobby?" she asked. "Oh, about as good as I can make it," I said. I pulled a blade of grass and stuck it between my teeth like a straw. "Why don't we walk back down to the beach," Teri said, shaking me out of my thoughts of Karen, and of work. "Sure, little sis. Let's go." We'd both had three beers, and Teri needed to pee. She walked behind the tent and took one of those weak, female pisses. I pulled six more beers out of the bag and rolled them in a shirt. Teri came back around, naked from the waist down, carrying her shorts. She went into the tent and changed into her yellow swimsuit. I got up, took her hand, and helped her out of the tent. Then we set off barefoot to walk to the beach. It was almost dark by now, and it was dark when we came out of the pines onto the soft sand. Even with the shore breeze it was hot. We walked slowly down the sand, holding hands, going nowhere in particular. Way down the beach, we could see the glow of the towns and hotels beachside. The resort settlements hadn't yet come quite this far up the beach. We swerved to the water's edge and felt the waves cool our feet, the sand melting away as each wave retreated. The evening was pleasant and peaceful, and the moon was not yet up. Neither of us said a word. We simply meandered up and down the beach, from wave's edge to beachside. I put an arm around Teri's shoulders. We were up near the sedge when Teri suddenly stopped and kissed me. I kissed her back, and we held each other close as the waves quietly washed the shore and the breeze ruffled the grass. She broke our clinch and undid the clasp on the top of her suit, letting the strip of cloth fall to the sand. "Kiss them for me, will you?" she said, giving her shoulders a little shake to show off her breasts. I leaned and put a nipple into my mouth, sucking it gently. I dragged my tongue to her other tit and gave it the same treatment. I could feel her pop the button on my jeans and pull down the zipper. Then she pushed my pants downward so that my hardening dick came free. Teri stroked my dick lightly with her hand, then put her mouth on the head of it. She put it part-way into her mouth and held it there, no motion, only the warmth. My dick quickly stiffened, and she moved her head slowly on it, back and forth, back and forth. She pulled back and swept her hair out of her eyes. "Bobby, darling," she began, then stopped. She stood up and quickly peeled off the thong of her suit. "You have to fuck me, Bobby." Naked, she pressed herself against me and wriggled her hips as if trying to capture my dick as we both stood there. I stripped off my pants and laid them on the sand, to make a little mat for our bodies. "We can't get any sand in it honey," I said to my sister/lover. "That's OK," she said with a smile. "I wanted on top of you anyway." She pushed at my chest playfully but insistently, and I sat on my pants amid the warm sand. I lay back, my back and head resting on the sand. Teri began to crawl between my legs, then stopped and covered my dick with her soft lips. She got into her mouth what she could of it, wetting it. Then she pulled her face away and began stroke it hard with her hand, first one, then both at once. I quickly became very much erect again. She continued stroking as my dick became hard as a pipe. Teri moved to straddle my waist, and raising herself with her knees began to lower her pussy onto my dick. She rocked against it, taking in in bit by bit, being gentle with herself. She finally got it all in her and stopped moving for a full minute, so that I felt only her warmth and she felt only her fullness. Teri began to rock up and down on me, following the angle of my arousal. She lay down on me, pressing her titties tight against me, and kissed me as we began to pound our parts together. She pinned me to the sand, her elbows on my wrists, running her hands through my hair, working my dick up & down in her tight, hot pussy. "Oh yes fuck me," I called out to her. I could see between her legs and watch her precise, delightful movements as she bounced up and down on my cock. I tightened my ass to push up into her, to meet her as she pushed her pussy downward. I pushed at Teri's shoulders to get her upright, and she continue to ride my dick, controllng the speed. She suddenly picked up the pace and rode me hard and hot, her hair tossing back and her breasts wiggling under the faint starshine. I grabbed and squeezed her nipples as she rode; her breath came harder, and she cried and moaned. She continued to ride at a gallop as I rubbed her breats and crushed them with my hands. I put one hand between her legs and fingered her clit as she fucked me. She continue like this, fucking me hard, and I felt her body stiffen and the muscles in her pussy tighten around me. Teri called out loudly several times, as if in pain, and fell onto my chest, her motions slowing.. I wasn't done. I pulled myself up to a seated position, and with some struggle, crossed my legs, with Teri still in my lap, still with my dick partly inside her. She put her arms across my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling herself to a tight fit with my cock. I put my hands on her ass and did the same, pulling her to me so as to impale her fully. We began to rock that way, side to side, back and forth, and pushing our parts at each other, me pushing into her, then letting it slide nearly out, again and again and again. I kissed Teri with passion as we slid in and out of each other, off and on, in the closest possible embrace. "My god baby sis, this is so good." Teri continued to breathe hard and in time with my thrusts, occasionally moaning loudly and letting her head fall back. I kissed her throat, her shoulders, her breasts, and continued pulling her tight to me, gripping her ass tight and holding her pussy tight on my dick. Again I could feel her orgasm building, and she let it go with a long, low moan. I continued to fuck her through it, pushing her up and beyond, to a place of wild dreams. Teri trembled in my arms. I kept right on fucking, as I was nowhere close yet, and again I felt her begin to cum. "Oh god Bobby don't stop. Don't ever stop," she cried, exhausted. "Oh fuck me, please god fuck me. Ooooohhhhh yessss." As her orgasm built, I disengaged. I wanted on top of her, pinning her like a wrestler, driving my hard spike into her soft pussy. But, still mindful of the sand, I shifted us around to where I could kneel and take her from behind. I ran my hands up and down her curves, stopping to grip her hips tightly as I rammed it into her from behind, sinking my dick into her with everything I had. Teri groaned, and her face dropped to the sand. I fucked her hard and fast, fucking her like an animal, and she came again, her moans rising in pitch, then hitting a catch at the top of her orgasm, then groaning deeply as if trying to regain her breath. "Give it to me baby," I yelled at her. "Give me all of it. Give it to me now." "Oh god yesss Bobby. Yesss yesss yess, oh yesssssss. Oh yeah oh, oh god you got to fuck me, please fuckkk me." I drove my dick into her deep and fast, giving her every inch on every hard stroke, my nuts slapping against her. Finally I felt the cum building through my ass into my nuts. With a few final, powerful, deep thrusts, I exploded way up inside her, my seed hosing down her hot womb, her tight pussy, her cunt spasming again as she sensed my cum firing off inside her. With loud groans, we both slid to the sand, weakened and out of breath. We lay that way for a time before Teri turned to spoon against me, my arms around her at breast level, my loins pressed tight against her lovely ass. We lay quiet, trying to regain our senses. There was no one on the beach. From a way up the beach, though, we heard the faint sounds of passion concluding. Apparently, Teri and I weren't the only ones in the campground who had had this notion. Teri and I heard, and laughed quietly. I kissed the back of her head and played with her breasts and nipples. She twisted to take my kisses on her mouth. "Oh Bobby, oh my god." she said, an idle expression of satisfaction and joy. We lay thus in starlight, the sound of the breaking waves shimmering on the sand at water's edge. The starlight, from such distance, was cooling and broke through the heat of the night, just for us, it seemed. As we recovered, we felt around for our clothes. Teri found the two pieces of her suit, shook the sand out of them, and put them on. I picked up my pants, gave them two or three hard shakes, then put them on carefully, trying not to bring in too much sand. I took Teri by both hands and helped her to her feet. We walked back to the path, then headed back through the dim pines, holding tight to each other as we walked. We stopped twice to kiss, longering, almost as though we could drop to the ground and start copulating again on the spot. Finally, Teri and I got to the tent, and we sat on the ground in front of it. I opened two beers, and we drank quietly. "God, Bobby," she said. "I don't know about you, but that was the best, ever. The very best." I leaned over to Teri and gave her a long, hard kiss. I smoothed her hair and gently stroke the side of her neck, letting my hand travel to her bikini-clad breast. Then I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her some more. I broke off and went to the car, opening the door on the side facing us. I turned in the key, then tuned the radio, finding a rock station out of Myrtle Beach. I stretched out on the ground beside the Pontiac, and Teri soon joined me, sitting on the ground near the left-side wheel well, her back against the cool steel of the car. She rubbed my face and neck quietly and gently. We listened to the music. We finished the cherries and drank a couple more beers. After a time, I stood up and turned off the key and shut the car door. We went into the tent and lay down on the sleeping bags. It was way too hot to get in them. So we just lay there, our shoulders touching. Teri crawled to the tent entrance and again went out to pee. I listened carefully to make sure she was safe. She came back half-naked, with the thong in her hand, and tossed it aside. She lay on her side and looked at me, and that sense, plus her being so close to me, again caused my dick to swell in the tight jeans. I rolled to face her, looked into her eyes, and smiled. This gorgeous little creature was mine, all mine. I reached out, pulled her closer to me, and kissed her. I could feel her heat, and the faintest scent of sweat rose from her body like a vapor. I kissed her again, harder, then kissed her eyes and ears, growing more insistent. Teri was tired, but she responded to my touches, reaching to massage my shoulders, then running her hands down to my chest, where they lingered and played. Saturday Night Special Ch. 05 She unsnapped the top of her suit, letting it fall aside, and lay there naked. I kissed and sucked a nipple and forced my knee between her legs, pushing it upward so as to separate her legs and to grind it against her pussy. Still nibbling and suckling, I slid a hand down the curve of her side to the soft flesh of her ass, drawing her to my leg and up against me. Just like that, I had to have her. A thought occurred to me. "Teri honey," I began. "There's one part of you I haven't had yet." "Mmmm, yes, baby?" she said, and then, "Oh no Bobby, not now. Maybe tomorrow, but not now. I am just so fucked out." Yeah, sure. As she said no, her hand moved to undo my pants and pull out my dick, which was nearly hard again. She stroked at it slowly and gently until it reached full length, fully hard and wanting. I put a finger in her hole, testing her wetness, and slowly moved the finger in and out of her, my thumb finding and rubbing her clit. I rolled on top, kissing her mouth and smoothing her hair, and she spread her legs like an angel, knees up, her heels barely on the ground. I tried to push my cock into her, but she was a little dry and couldn't take it all at once. I circled with my ass, screwing my dick slowly into her hole, a little at a time. I kissed her breasts, tickled at her clit, anything I could think of to make her pussy open up. About halfway in, she moaned a bit, and her pussy became moist, and I pushed my dick in the rest of the way. "Gentle, Bobby," she said. "I'm getting kind of sore." I moved it slowly and quietly inside her, gently as I could. I paused on one out-stroke, spit into my hand, and rubbed the spit on my dick. It slid back in her, easier this time, and I heard her breath catch as I pushed it all the way in. I held her arms down with my elbows and rubbed at her eyelids with my thumbs, fucking her cunt slowly and deeply. As she got wetter, I picked up speed, and she raised her legs further, moving her ankles up to my upper back. I thus had a perfect shot at her ass hole, but I decided to respect her wish and kept to work on her tight, hot pussy. I fucked faster and harder, then gave her the high-speed piston treatment, banging fast and deep into her hole. Her choppy breath ascended the scale in a sequence of squeaks, ending in a prolonged cry of "yesssss ohhhhh". Teri let her feet down to my ass, where she dug her heels in and pulled me into her. "Fuck me Bobby, oh god, fuck me." I gave her everything I had, changing angles to hit different places inside her, gripping her titties, running kisses all over her mouth, eyes, ears and neck. I tried to hold on, but I couldn't, and my orgasm came suddenly and quickly, my dick soaking the deepest parts of her pussy with juice. I let out a long, low groan but continued fucking her for another minute. Whatever it was -- the extra soft-fucking, my groan of triumph and release, the feel of warm cum in her body -- seemed to push Teri just past the peak, and she came with a series of groans and coos. That was it. That was all either of us had. We'd each given the other our best gifts, sort of a Valentine's Day of fucking. We lay motionless, me on top of her, completely weakened and given out. I was done, and so was Teri. "Bobby, my god, thank you," she said quietly. "That one was for you. I don't have any left. I hurt. I'm sore." She laughed a little. "I have to get to sleep," Teri said. "You try to touch me again tonight, and I swear I'll kill you." "No, darlin', you are the superstar," I answered. "I have so much to tell you about how you've changed in my eyes, but I'm too tired, and tired of talking. "I love you baby." I rolled off, and we lay in each others' arms and drifted off to sleep. I was positive this time: I was in love with Teri. I didn't just love Teri -- anyone could love someone else, from a mother to a sister, even a good old friend. "In love" was something only two people could share, and only with each other. I was in love with my little sister . . . (Please continue to the Final Chapter) Saturday Night Special Ch. 06 (Continued from Saturday Night Special, Part 5) I woke that Monday morning at 6 o'clock, force of habit, I guess. I felt still yet a little disoriented from the prior two days, and it occurred to me to lie back down and sleep another hour or two. The sky had begun to lighten, and I could hear the soft morning surf. Teri was out cold, sleeping like a sack of sand, and I put my head back down, looking at the peace on her pretty face. She looked, if anything, to be younger than she'd been in the day or two before; the edge of street-tough was gone from her features, and what was left was pure. As I'd come to believe last night, Teri was not just tough, not just that superficial bravado girls assume when left alone too young. I'd seen that she also was brave and untouchable, and that there were parts of her that no one ever could hurt. In that way, she was like the mother tiger, one who will give all to defend her brood or willinglly die trying. In a strange way, I felt protected by her. And she by me, of course. I still felt intensely watchful over Teri. I wanted to have some coffee, but we hadn't even thought to get a jar of instant. I figured there might be a store nearby, but I wasn't about to leave Teri alone in the tent for any time longer than what it took me to take a piss. Which is exactly what I did. I went to the bathhouse and took a big long piss. I decided to stop by the office to see if the old man had any coffee. I opened the front door, and the old man sat there as usual, counting up stacks of greenbacks -- the day's take from Sunday or something. "Hello there, young fella," he said to me without looking up. I could smell brewed coffee. "You have any coffee for sale?" I asked him. "I could use a couple of cups." "No," he said. "What I got in that pot is for my use. I used to try to have enough coffee for people in the morning, but it got to be too much, so I stopped. Most people here makes their own anyway." He finished counting a particular stack of bills, tied them with a rubber band, put the stack in a metal box, and jotted in a ledger book. "There's a big new convenient store 'bout a half-mile back down the highway," he said. "They got coffee and doughnuts, probably anything you need. That would be the closest place to go." He paused briefly, then continued in the same tone. "You kids going to stay another night?" he asked "We haven't made our minds up yet," I answered. "Can I let you know in a hour or two?" "No hurry to me," he said with a wink and a grin. "Just let me know by noon or so. I'll hold your place for you if you go out, but I'd suggest you take your valuables with you, as I can't warrant anything that might get taken." I thanked him and walked back to the tent. Teri still lay sleeping. I was a little torn between leaving her be to sleep as long as she liked, and waking her with a nice, happy, just-out-of-a-dream kind of fuck. I decided to be nice about it, so i sat in the car, turned on the key, and caught up with the morning news shows. Nothing much I cared about. It was going to be hot again, hot and sunny. But I could have told you that. Obviously I was going to stay close to Teri, so I had to forget about the coffee, at least until she woke. I felt a little restless, and I thought about maybe taking a shower, or walking down to the beach for a walk. Instead though, I stayed close, watching the other people who were stirring and moving about as the sun cleared the horizon. Up in the next row of tents, I saw three, four girls about my age climbing out of their tent one at a time, all sleep-tousled and half-dressed. They looked and acted like college girls; they had a nice black Blazer parked on the side. I kind of zeroed in on one of them, a tall, dark-haired girl wearing a tan cotton sheath as a nightshirt. The morning sun shone through it, and she didn't look to have anything on underneath. Now in normal times, I'd have been over there chatting them up -- I had a ready-made opener, maybe asking them for a cup of coffee, and I could have gotten right to work. But it struck me that I was with Teri, and moreover, I was responsible for her security. Two of the girls, both blondes, went off in the direction of the bathhouse. The other two, my dark-haired beauty included, fumbled with a gas camp stove, apparently making up some coffee.Holy jesus . . . Instead, I looked into my tent. Teri still had not stirred. I went in and flopped down next to her, figuring it was time for us to saddle up and git. I began to smooth her cheek and ear, running the back of one finger across her lips. She gave a little sniff and sort of shook her head, still asleep. I pushed my arm under her neck and ran my other hand up and down her arm, letting it slide past her hand to her waist and her ass. She tensed slightly and again showed annoyance at being teased. So i got more insistent, grabbing her breast and giving her a little shake; she responded by rolling onto her belly with a huff. OK, I thought, is this one of those times when no really means no? Was she really, honestly, in need of more sleep? A darker thought briefly crossed my mind. Maybe Teri was one of these who needs to sense danger to get her blood up. Hmmm, That might explains why she stuck with Ronnie, and why she was so red hot after the Saturday night smash-up and after our grim encounter with those motherfucking swamp fox do-rights on the way down here. I didn't want to think that way, so I filed the whole thing aside. Meanwhile, though, my blood was up. I rose to my knees and yanked the blanket off her .I rolled her on her back, and there she was, naked and perfect and totally fuckable. My dick now was fully serious and began to swell up for real. She grabbed the edge of the blanket. "God damn it Bobby," she said, growing angry. "What the fuck are you doing?" I yanked the blanket out of her hand and tossed it aside. Then I crawled over her, attempting to get between her legs. She held her knees together and resisted. "Damn you sis," I said, only half-joking. I finally got her legs apart and moved in between them. To my surprise, she began to twist and to flail at me with her hands, catching me a good one, open-hand, on the right side of my face. "Get off me Bobby god damn it or I'm gonna scream. I quickly pinned her arms down by her head with my elbows and clapped a hand tight over her mouth. Simultaneously, I forced my dick all the way into her pussy, feeling the warm, gooey wetness cunts seem to have after rest overnight. I hit her with several hard, strong strokes, and she let out her breath and seemed to go quiet. I began stroking slowly. "You awake yet, baby?" I asked her, smiling. She mumbled something, so I moved my hand and started pushing harder and faster into her pussy, which came to life and tightened around me. I continued fucking her, and she responded with low, quick moans. Finally, I was there. I fucked her in and out, steady and hard, and she raised her knees so as to match her pussy to the angle of my thrusts. As I kept driving it into her, her moaning increased, and finally, she wrapped her legs around my ass so as to hold me in her. The sun angled into the tent, catching Teri's face, and I could see her clearly, eyes closed, mouth opening and closing as she breathed and groaned. Again, I saw more than a fine piece of trailer-park ass, but my sister, my little sister, altogether mingled in one, transcendant creature. I raised and lowered my ass so as to drive into her with long, curved strokes, and her breath came faster. "God fuck me harder, Bobby," she cried. "Harder baby. Give it to me, ooohhhhhh." I summoned everything I had to pound into her hard and deep, slamming at her pussy, my nuts straining, and Teri gave out a long wavering cry of pleasure and torment, her pussy clenching and tugging at my hard dick. That was all I needed -- I was right behind her. The sensations in my loins and cock suddenly concentrated by exponents, and I blasted hot seed deep into her pussy, shot after shot after shot. I lay flat onto her, feeling her little breasts crushed between us, and sought a kiss, continuing with the slow, gentle afterfucking as my hardness subsided. I continued to kiss her and push in and out of her for quite some time, and I left it in her even when my dick finally went soft. Her pussy lips nibbled at it, and we both laughed a little at that. Suddenly, she said. "Get off me, like, now, Bobby. I got to pee." I rolled off her, and she quickly rose and crawled out of the tent, standing in the sun totally naked. I heard her dash behind the tent and pee, and in a minute, she was back in the tent. She sat down opposite me, cross-legged, her pretty pussy on full display, not a hint of modesty. I couldn't help but sense that she hadn't really wanted to fuck this morning, and although she seemed to enjoy it completely, I didn't feel from her the passion and urgency i'd felt since Saturday night. I mean, she'd actually struggled and hit me before she finally yielded to me. "You OK this morning, sis?" I said, beginning as obliquely as I could. "Yeah, I'm all right," she said. "You mean why did I fight you when you came on to me? "I just felt so damn tired, you know? I was whipped when we went to sleep last night, and I felt like I could sleep all day if you'd just leave me alone. I had kind of a weird dream too, but that wasn't it "I don't know, Bobby. Maybe I felt like there's too much being put on me here, what with Ronnie, and then those two bastards, those fucking rapists, in the swamps. And then, well, you being my brother and all . . . " Yes, I thought, there had been that. There was more to all this than just two hot youngsters tearing off for the beach for a wild weekend. Teri was my sister, and I was her brother, and amid what seemed like the pure joy of non-strop fucking for, christ, less than two days, neither one of us had reconciled that fact. Teri sure could get right to the point. We decided to head for home. We pulled on clothes, packed up all our gear, tossed it in the car, and drove up front to notify the old man. "We owe you anything?" I asked him. "No sir, he said. I think we're all even. I hope you kids had a good time. Come back and see us again." I didn't bother with the maps, deciding instead to drive back on the interstate, the way I knew. I turned south onto the main highway, driving toward the city. We filled up with gas at a bright, new market, and Teri went inside for a quart carton of orange juice. A little farther down the road, we stopped at a Burger King for biscuits and coffee. We intersected the freeway, and I turned north, toward Columbia. Teri drank about half the orange juice, then put her head back and dozed. I drank my coffee, and when Teri fell asleep, I drank hers too. I set my eyes to the road and just drove. Naturally, I had plenty of time to think. A lot of my thoughts I pushed away, but I kept coming back to the matter of brother and sister, and whether or not this was some kind of crime against nature, or against God, or something like that. No matter how I tried, I couldn't get that level and plumb in my mind. Every now and then, I'd look at Teri, my pretty kid sister. I still loved her like a sister -- should I now leave it at that, or had too much passed between us now to work backward to family relations? Had she now become my lover, a lover such as I'd never had before, a lover I no longer believed I could live without? I wondered what Teri was thinking . . . (End of Series)