My Redneck Lover

CHAPTER ONE

I felt vibrant and alive that morning as I stared at myself in the mirror and applied the last touch of makeup, excited about my first day of work at my first job ever. It had already been three weeks since high school graduation, and, unlike my friends who were planning for college, I had decided to take the leap into the corporate world and work for my father's company, starting from the ground and working my way up.

I bounced down the stairs, stopping at the landing to check my reflection in the mirror once more before continuing down. But when my feet hit the floor, I heard a commotion coming from the kitchen­--Mom and Dad were arguing.

"Thomas, they're a family of rednecks, for Christ's sake. What were you thinking when you invited them here? Just think about what this will do to our reputation in the community!"

"Helen, they're family. He's my brother, for crying out loud. They've lost their home and almost everything they own. And besides, they'll only be here for a couple of weeks at the most."

I walked in finding Dad with his arms crossed over his chest and his face beet-red, giving Mom the evil eye. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table, her hair disheveled, her face buried in her hands.

"What's going on?" I asked?

Mother's head snapped up, fire in her eyes as she stared at me. "I'll tell you what's going on. Your redneck uncle is coming to stay with us, along with his redneck wife, their slutty pregnant daughter, and those misbehaved twins. And you're father's okay with that!" She stared at Dad with a look that could kill and then slammed her fist down on the table, before abruptly standing and storming out of the kitchen.

I stared at Dad, wondering if I had heard Mom correctly. "Betty Sue's--pregnant?"

Dad exhaled a breath and nodded. "Yeah, I'm afraid so, honey."

Betty Sue and I were the same age and hadn't seen each other since we were twelve, six years ago. For some reason, the news that she was pregnant excited me.

"Brea, am I wrong to help my brother and his family in a time of need? He's my brother, for Christ's sake. What else am I supposed to do?"

"It's okay, Dad. You're doing the right thing. You know how Mom is. She'll calm down later. So, when are they coming over?"

"I got the call from your uncle Bob earlier and he explained what had happened. He said their original plan had been to stay with his wife's mother, but she'd changed her mind at the last minute. That's when he asked if they could stay here for a while. They've been on the road three days already and should be here by afternoon."

"This... this afternoon?"

Dad nodded. Now I understood why Mom had been so upset. She especially hates surprises. But I was anxious to see my uncle and cousins again and couldn't have been happier. It was too bad I had to start work today and couldn't be here when they arrived.

"Um," Dad cleared his throat, "Brea, listen, I know how excited you are for your first day on the job and everything. But your mother's not handling this news about your uncle well. Do you think I could talk you into postponing your first day on the job until we get your uncle and his family settled somewhere?"

I couldn't have been happier with Dad's suggestion. "Of course, Dad, I'll take care of everything."

CHAPTER TWO

I was pretty sure Dad had left for work without even telling Mom goodbye. As I sat at the kitchen table enjoying my morning cup of coffee and thinking things over, Mom returned, looking as frustrated as she had been.

"Oh, Brea, I don't like this. Not one bit. What was your father thinking? I'm simply not prepared to host those rednecks in our house. And besides, just where are they going to sleep? You know I'm in the middle of redecorating the spare bedrooms and all of the furniture is in storage." Mom exhaled loudly and shook her head. "I can't handle this. I just can't."

"Relax, Mom. You worry too much. I'll take care of everything."

"I've got a busy day today, Brea. And I can't just drop everything to play housemaid. I'm sorry, but I won't be able to be here when they arrive."

"It's fine, Mom. Go about your day and let me handle it. Everything will work out fine."

Mom stared at me for a moment before letting out a sigh of frustration and shaking her head. I heard her footsteps going up the stairs as she mumbled to herself. Ten minutes later, I heard her car drive out of the garage.

After a bowl of cereal and milk for breakfast, I went upstairs and pulled of my business attire. My bed looked inviting, so I thought I'd lay back for a moment and close my eyes, not intending on falling asleep. But fall asleep I did, and when I woke up, it was past noon. And only then did the realization of what Mom was stressed over hit me--where was my uncle and his family going to sleep? I had assured Mom and Dad I'd handle everything, but instead, I'd slept the day away and did nothing.

I dressed quickly and then grabbed my iPad and headed to the front porch. My idea was to find a furniture rental place that could deliver bedroom furniture today. As I sat on the porch swing scrolling through different businesses, I heard a commotion of honking horns and shouting up the street and looked in that direction.

"Why don't you watch where you're going, asshole!"

"Why don't you get that piece of crap off the street!"

I recognized the black Mercedees as Mr. Walker's, but the other vehicle was an old motorhome that I didn't recognize, and it looked totally out of place here in this neighborhood. After another exchange of blaring horns and shouting, Mr. Walker proceeded to drive past the motorhome, but not without the driver sticking his middle finger out the window and telling Mr. Walker what to go do with himself.

The old motorhome continued slowly down our street, its engine loud and straining, plumes of smoke coming from its exhaust. The commotion had caught the attention of several of our neighbors who stood on their porches and watched the strange spectacle in awe. I thought surely that the driver was lost and on the wrong side of town and knew the police would probably be here at any moment. But, to my surprise, when the old motorhome approached our house, it turned into our drive.

"Oh no--"

I watched in awe as the old beast struggled up our drive. It looked like it had been pieced together from salvaged parts of different colors, and there was a large dent on the hood. Blue smoke billowed from the exhaust as the old beast crept forward. And without warning, the thing emitted a thunderous boom that sounded like a cannon, and a large flame shot out of the exhaust.

The driver's side door opened, and Uncle Bob came out, a sad look on his face as he rounded the front of the old motorhome and stared at it. Dressed in cutoff striped shorts and a tank top, he looked exactly as I remembered him. He opened the hood and stared at the engine briefly before looking up at his wife in the passenger seat.

"Brittney Kay, I'm afraid she's done threw a rod."

Brittney Kay emerged from the motorhome wearing tight cutoff jean shorts and a tube top. She lit a cigarette as she approached Uncle Bob, and the two stared at the engine with a mournful look on their faces.

The side door flew open and the twin boys leaped out, two large dogs on their heels. I couldn't believe how much they'd grown since I'd last seen them. There was a large age-gap between them and their sister, but I suppose that happens sometimes. The boys made a beeline next door to Mr. Johnsons, dropped their pants in front of the old oak tree, and peed on it like it was the most normal thing in the world. The dogs squatted in the middle of Mr. Johnson's flower garden and pooped like they hadn't pooped in three days.

Just when I thought things couldn't get crazier around here, out of the motorhome came Betty Sue, and I gasped when I saw her. Although I had realized she was pregnant, I didn't know she was... that pregnant. The hem of her blouse rode above her big belly as she struggled to step out, and it looked like she'd swallowed a watermelon. At that moment, I realized things were about to get wild around here.

CHAPTER THREE

Betty Sue stared at me as I approached with that devious grin on her face that I remembered well. She had cut her hair short and dyed it midnight-black, and had a piercing on her eyebrow and another on her bottom lip. Her low-cut blouse revealed big, swollen breasts the size of cantaloupes. She wore black lipstick and mascara, and her smile suggested dark secrets and naughty thoughts. But even though, she was still a beautiful girl.

"Hello, Brea."

"Betty Sue... wow... I'm speechless. I don't know what to say."

She giggled. "Well, I guess there's not much to say, is there? Do I get a hug?"

"Of course. Come here."

Betty Sue's body pressing into mine bought back memories of our adolescent times together and secrets that only we shared. And even though she was in the late stage of her pregnancy, hugging her close like this excited me in a sensual way.

Our hug was soon interrupted when Uncle Bob suddenly realized my presence and called out to me.

"Lollipop!" He catcalled me while looking me up and down. "Look at you, all grown up and beautiful. You even put on a nice set of tits. Come here and give your old Uncle Bob a hug."

Uncle Bob wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, swung me around twice before setting me down, and then surprised me with a sloppy kiss on the lips.

His wife, Brittney Kay saw what he'd done and was quick to yell at him. "JimBob Davenport! You cut that out! She's far too old for you to be kissing on the mouth like that!"

"What? Too old? Nonsense. Beautiful nieces are never too old."

And then he kissed me again. But it only lasted for a couple of seconds, and then came the slap that knocked Uncle Bob away from me and sent him stumbling sideways and holding his ear.

"Dang woman," he said as he stared at his wife in disbelief, "what you do that for? You almost took my ear off."

"I warned you, Jimbob. You can't be kissing on her like that. She ain't no kid anymore." Brittney Kay turned her attention to me. "I'm sorry, honey. Your Uncle Bob gets carried away with excitement, and I have to set him straight every now and then. He's just happy to see you is all."

I would have believed that if he hadn't slipped his tongue in my mouth when he kissed me the second time. Lucky for him his wife hadn't seen it.

"It's fine, Brittney Kay." I stared at Uncle Bob, who was still groaning and holding his ear. "It looks like he learned his lesson. Anyways, how are you?"

"Well...," Brittney Kay looked at the old motor home and slowly shook her head, and then stared at Betty Sue, "I'm afraid things are not going so well for us, as you can see."

Uncle Bob stepped over to Betty Sue and put his arm around her. "This girl's done gone and got herself knocked up good. What do you think about that, Lollipop?"

I giggled. "I must admit I was surprised when I first saw her."

"Dang girl won't even tell us who the daddy is."

"You'll find out soon enough," Betty Sue said.

"You dang right I will, and when I do, I'm gonna make that sack of shit pay child support." Uncle Bob stared at me with a grin of satisfaction, and then looked over the old motorhome from one end to the other. "Poor old Nelly. She carried us cross country for three days, and she done took her last breath right here in front of your house."

"At least you didn't break down on the road. Mother is in the middle of redecorating the spare bedrooms so I worried about the sleeping arrangements when I heard you guys were coming. At least now you'll have a place to sleep for a few nights while I try to rent some bedroom furniture."

"Aw, nonsense. You don't need to worry about us. That was the whole idea of the motorhome in the first place. We didn't want to put you out. We'll be just dandy sleeping right here in old Nelly. Heck, you won't even know we're here."

And just as that comment rolled off his tongue, I heard a commotion across the street and saw the two dogs chasing Mrs. Thomas' cat. Mrs. Thomas had come out the house with her broom and was chasing after them and yelling. Uncle Bob saw it and immediately blew out an ear-piercing whistle at the dogs.

"Dipshit! T-Boy! Get yer tails over here!"

The dogs obeyed and came trotting back, and Mrs. Thomas started walking back to her door, looking in our direction every now and then and swearing under her breath. The twins must have heard Uncle Bob whistle and came running back from wherever they'd been. One of them carried a shovel that I assumed they'd stolen from someone's yard. And then the thought crossed my mind of how uncomfortable it must be for Betty Sue to be sleeping in that old motorhome in her condition.

"Betty Sue, would you like to stay in my room? It's big enough for both of us, and we'll be able to catch up on old times."

Her face lit up. "Thanks, Brea. That's sweet of you. I'll get my bag."

Uncle Bob said, "Well, might as well get old Nelly set up for camping. And guess what, Lollipop."

"What?"

"We even brought our own grill. Burgers and hotdogs on the menu tonight for all of us. Yessiree, we gonna have us a good 'ol time."

"That sounds great, Uncle Bob. I'll get Betty Sue settled upstairs and we'll be back down later."

I knew Uncle Bob meant well but realized that the neighbors would probably throw a fit before long. As I carried Betty Sue's bags to the house, I sensed that their stay here would be one wild ride for all of us, especially Mother.

CHAPTER FOUR

I walked into my room and laid Betty Sue's bag on a chair, and she came wobbling along shortly after.

"Thanks again, Brea, for letting me stay up here. I was really getting tired of sleeping in that cramped up motorhome. Do you mind if I take a shower?"

"Sure. Make yourself at home."

Betty Sue unzipped her bag and grabbed some things before heading into the bathroom. But as soon as she shut the door her bag fell to the floor spilling some of its contents, and I could hardly believe what fell out. I stepped up to where the bag fell, and for a moment I just stared at it. My first thought was wondering why would a girl in her third trimester have this?

Finally, I reached down and picked the thing up, the size of it making my skin crawl with goosebumps. How could anyone fit this inside of them? I noticed the power switch and couldn't resist turning it on, and when I did, the thing almost vibrated out of my hand. Good god. I quickly turned it off, stuck it inside her bag, and picked up the rest of the spilled contents.

Betty Sue came out of the bathroom about fifteen minutes later--totally naked. Her nipples were dark and as big around as my thumb, and her bush was so hairy it looked like a seventy's afro hairstyle. And when I looked at her naked pregnant belly, I realized she was even farther along than I had originally thought.

As Betty Sue dug through her bag, I asked, "So, Betty Sue, when is the baby due?"

She looked up at me and smiled. "He should be here in two weeks."

"Two... two weeks?"

"Um-hum."

That would mean the baby would be born while she was staying with us. Holy shit, Mother would go ballistic when she found out.

Betty Sue pulled something from her bag that I hadn't seen when the contents spilled.

"Why are you carrying around a breast pump in your bag?" I asked.

She giggled as she held it up and looked at me, a naughty smile on her face. She looked at the breast pump in her hand for a moment and then tossed it aside. "Do you really want to know the answer to that question, Brea?"

At first, I didn't understand, so I didn't say anything and only stared. And then that naughty smile that I remembered well slowly materialized on her face.

"Well," she said as she grabbed her left breast and started kneading it, "how about if I show you why."

And then, I saw the drop of liquid form on her nipple, and I suddenly realized the answer to my own question. The breast pump, her pregnancy, memories of our adolescent times together playing mommy and baby, her never ending fascination about this--yeah, it all made sense now. My skin crawled with goosebumps as I sat on the bedside and stared at her as she slowly stepped in my direction.

"Brea, you dirty little slut, you want this, don't you?"

I watched a droplet of milk fall from her nipple and onto the floor. I looked into her eyes and nodded. She stood next to me and squeezed her breast, and a stream of warm liquid sprayed onto my face.

She rubbed her nipple across my lips. "Open your mouth, you little bitch."

I opened wide and closed my eyes, felt a stream of warm milk tickle the back of my throat, and swallowed. And when I did, the most powerful sensation that I'd ever felt overtook me and sent me into another world. I don't remember pulling my clothes off, but the next thing I realized was that I was naked, suckling on Betty Sue's tit like my life depended on it and swallowing mouthfuls of her milk while my fingers toyed with her other nipple. She sat on my lap, her pregnant belly pressing into my stomach, grinding her hairy pussy into me and moaning like a wildebeest.

"Ah, you filthy little slut, you're going to make me cum. Suck harder... harder, you little bitch! Ah yeah, just like that."

I suckled as hard as I could while I milked her other nipple with my fingers, pinching, tugging, and rolling it roughly between my thumb and finger. I felt warm liquid spray onto my chest and run down my arm.

"Oh fuck, I'm cuming... cuming!"

She pounded that hairy pussy so furiously into me that the pillows fell off the bed. And then came the scream, followed by an eruption of milk of such volume that I almost choked. And I was pretty sure she peed on me.

She finally rolled off me and collapsed on the bed while trying to catch her breath.

"Oh, Brea, oh god, that was amazing."

I was a wet mess, and so was the bed. I went to the bathroom, got a towel and dried myself, and then cleaned up the bed and floor as best as I could. Betty Sue was still laying there panting, a big smile on her face. I hurried and put on my clothes, unsure of how I felt about what we'd done. But there was one thing I was curious about.

"Betty Sue, why are you already producing milk?"

She giggled, then turned her head sideways and pointed to the chair. "You see that breast pump over there? Well, our neighbor gave it to me when I first got pregnant. So, I started messing with it and decided the suction felt good," she giggled, "You should try masturbating while that thing's sucking your nipples. Anyway, I used it every chance I got. I'm surprised the thing's not wore out yet. But about two months ago, there came the milk. Now I have to pump, or my tits get too full. But I see that I won't be needing it while I'm here."

I guess that made sense, but now I was curious about something else. "So, what have you been doing with all the milk you pump?"

She covered her face with her hand and giggled. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I've been pouring it in the milk jug at home. No one ever seems to question why the milk never runs out."

I gasped, and covered my mouth with my hand for a moment. "Oh god, I can't believe you did that! That's terrible."

"At least it's not going to waste. Plus, I get turned on watching them drink it."

I slowly shook my head in awe, realizing that our little adventure just now was only the beginning things to come.

CHAPTER FIVE

Betty Sue and I were sitting in my room, catching up on old times when I asked her, "So, who's the baby daddy?"

"Well, Brea, I'm not gonna say right now because he doesn't even know he'd the Daddy yet. It's a complicated situation, but you'll find out soon enough, I'm sure, and he will too."

"Is it someone I know?"

"My lips are sealed. I can't say another word about it."

"Oh, but you can trust me--" Our conversation was disrupted by a commotion outside, and we hurried to the window to see what was happening. Oh no, Mother had come home. I opened the window so we could hear better.

"Jimbob Davenport, you get that piece of crap out of my drive this minute!"

Uncle Bob had pulled out the awning on the old motorhome and set out lawn chairs. He was busy at the grill flipping burgers, a beer in one hand, a spatula in the other.

"But Helen, like I said, the engine's shot. I couldn't move her even if I wanted too. I'm sorry."

Brittney Kay sat at a makeshift table they had fashioned and appeared to be filling a marijuana pipe, totally unconcerned with Mother's presence. The twins were busy digging up the yard with the shovel they had stolen, and Mother yelled at them.

"You boys stop that this instant, or I swear I'm going to come after you with a belt!"

To top things off, Mother watched the two dogs take turns peeing on her car tires.

"Jimbob, you get those misbehaved boys and those two dogs in that motorhome. And then you get that... that thing out of here, and I don't care if you have to push it out of here, I want it gone, or I swear I'll have it towed! You hear me!"

"But Helen, I can't push it, and if you have it towed, we'll have to stay in the house with you. The dogs too, I guess."

Even from my room, I could see Mother's face had turned beet-red. She stomped her foot on the ground and let out a frustrated scream. "Damn you, Jimbob."

She made an about face and marched towards the house, fists clenched at her sides. And with her back turned toward him, Uncle Bob stood tall with a grin from ear to ear and saluted her.

"I see that went well," Betty Sue said.

"Don't worry about it. Mother gets worked up easily." I tried to reassure Betty Sue, but I knew that in reality, the shit was fixing to hit the fan.

The front door opened and then slammed shut so hard I felt the floor shake in my room. And then I heard mother's footsteps pounding up the stairs.

"Breanna!"

Seconds later, she burst through my bedroom door, her face as red as an apple. She started to say something, and that's when she caught sight of Betty Sue. Mother's expression changed immediately, and her eyes grew as big as saucers. She looked like she lost her balance and sidestepped a couple of times.

"Betty Sue..." Her voice was almost a whisper.

"Hi, aunt Helen."

"Oh... oh, my..."

Betty Sue giggled. "Yeah, right?"

"Oh, god." Mother shook her head slowly as her hand covered her mouth. Finally, she turned her attention to me. "Brea, I'm going to pack a bag and stay with Grandma for a while. I can't take this situation any longer." She looked at Betty Sue once more before rushing out the door.

Betty Sue said, "I'm sorry, Brea. It looks like me and my crazy family have run Aunt Helen out of her own home."

"Don't worry about it. She doesn't handle stress well, and it may be best that she's away for a while."

About ten minutes later, we heard Mother dragging her suit case down the stairs, and we went to the window to see how the interaction between Mother and Uncle Bob would play out.

Country music blared from a large pair of speakers they had set outside the motorhome. Uncle Bob was at the grill, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, a beer in one hand and a spatula in the other. Brittney Kay had her hands all over Uncle Bob as she danced to the music and grinded against him. The twins had somehow laid claim to a hatchet, and were chopping away at Mr. Johnson's old oak tree. Some neighbors stood on their lawns and looked in our direction. Drivers passing by stared in total disbelief.

Mother opened her trunk and tossed her bag inside it, and then stared at Uncle Bob with an evil look on her face.

"Helen!" Uncle Bob shouted over the music before turning it down. "You're not leaving, are you? The burgers are almost done. Come pull up a chair and grab yourself a beer."

Mother stomped up to Uncle Bob and looked him square in the eye. "Fuck you, Jimbob, you hear me? Just fuck you!"

She turned away sharply and stormed to her Mercedees, got in, started the engine, and left so fast her tires squealed halfway down the drive, the dogs in hot pursuit of her car and barking furiously. Uncle Bob stood tall and saluted her one last time.

"Goodbye witch!"

He and Brittney did a high five before turning up the music and resuming the party. Betty Sue and I looked at one another in amazement. And although I reassured Betty Sue again that everything was going to work out, deep down I had the feeling that the worst was yet to come.

CHAPTER SIX

Uncle Bob did a wonderful job on the burgers and hotdogs, and Brittney's potato salad was to die for. While we ate our meal, Uncle Bob told us stories of his and Dad's childhood, and how much trouble they'd get into. But halfway through our meal, my heart skipped a beat when I saw the police car coasting slowly down our street, and when the officer turned into our drive and stopped, I figured this would be the end of the party.

The officer got out of his car, and Uncle Bob raised the beer in his hand up in a friendly gesture. "Evening officer. Come on over and join us."

The officer ignored Uncle Bob, but instead, walked up to the old motorhome and stared at it in disbelief. He looked at each of us, and then slowly walked all the way around the motorhome before staring at it some more.

"What do you think of old Nelly there?" Uncle Bob asked. We drove her three days to get here, and wouldn't you know it, she threw a rod right there where she sits."

The officer turned his attention to Uncle Bob, and stared at him with the same expression he had with the motorhome. He took three steps towards us and then stopped. I looked at where he stared, and saw Brittney Kay's bag of weed still sitting out in full sight.

Uncle Bob said, "Pull up a chair and sit with us for a spell, officer. Might as well join us."

"Look," the officer said, "I don't know where you people are from, but there are ordinances in this neighborhood, and you can't be doing what you're doing here."

Brittney Kay got up and gently grabbed the officer's hand. "Come and sit with us, sweetie, and I'll fix you some food. Just you wait till you try my potato salad." She tugged at the officer's arm. "Come on, sweetie, don't be shy. There's plenty."

The officer stared at Brittney as she pulled him toward the table, a suspicious look on his face. But he complied with her and sat with us.

Uncle Bob said, "I know old Nelly's not too pretty to look at, officer Pete, but you wouldn't believe the deal I made on her." Uncle Bob leaned over as if to tell the officer a secret. "I traded my old moonshine still for her." Uncle Bob grinned from ear to ear and nodded as if he thought he'd made the best deal in the whole world. "And I didn't tell the feller this, but you know that curly copper pipe on the still's condenser? Well, some dirt daubers had took up residence in there and stopped it up full of mud. Yep, I bet that feller cursed me good when he tried to run a batch."

Uncle Bob laughed up a storm at his own joke, but I thought we were all headed to jail.

Brittney Kay brought over the plate of food she had fixed for the officer, and to my surprise, he thanked her kindly, and for the first time since he'd been here, he smiled. While he ate, he even engaged Uncle Bob in conversation about making moonshine, and Uncle Bob was more than happy to explain the process.

When the officer finished eating, he looked around at all of us before addressing Uncle Bob. "Look, you guys seem nice enough, but we've had some complaints about you being here."

"Oh, bout what?"

The officer stared across the street to where the dogs were chasing the cat again. Then he turned his attention to our house. The twins had somehow managed to drag the extension ladder out of the garage and were running around on our roof. He turned his attention to Uncle Bob. "Promise me you'll get those kids and those dogs under control and keep the music low. And if you can do that, I'll talk to the home owner's association tomorrow and see if they'll allow the motorhome here for a couple of weeks."

Uncle Bob sprang to his feet and grabbed the officer's hand. "Thank you, officer Pete, thank you! I tried my best to keep my cool, but I thought for sure you was gonna run us off."

Uncle Bob did as he promised and quickly got things under control. With the dogs on leashes and the boys locked up in the motorhome, the officer was satisfied and left.

A few minutes later, Betty Sue whispered to me. "Do you want to go back up to your room and play?"

I smiled shyly and nodded. "Um-hum."

CHAPTER SEVEN

"So, here we are," Betty Sue said as she plopped down on my bed.

"Yep, here we are." Earlier, the things that happened between us happened so fast that it had caught me off guard and I wasn't expecting it. But now, knowing we planned on doing it again, things were a little awkward.

"Can I ask you a personal question, Brea?"

"Well, I guess so."

"How many guys have you had sex with?"

"Well, um," I stood there, twiddling my thumbs, "none." That really surprised her. I could see it on her face.

"Get out! You're a virgin?"

"Yeah. I graduated from an all-girls school, and my parents were pretty strict on me growing up. I never did date much."

"You been with girls before?"

"No... except for--"

"--Me and you fooling around?"

"Um-hum."

"You ever... pet your kitty and get it to purr?"

I giggled nervously. "Well, I've tried, but I don't think my kitty likes to be... petted."

"Oh, trust me, all kitties like to be petted. It's just that they all like to be petted differently, and maybe you're petting her wrong."

I shrugged nervously. This conversation was making me uncomfortable. As if sensing it, Betty Sue pushed herself off the bed and stood in front of me, so close that her pregnant belly pressed into mine. And then she started slowly running her fingers through my hair.

"Brea, you're really beautiful, you know that?"

I shrugged.

"I bet I could make your kitty purr."

And she made a purring sound so perfect for the moment, I felt a tingle between my legs. Before I realized what would come next, her lips were on mine, and her tongue pressed into my mouth. Of course, I had kissed a few guys before, but this was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, and it turned me on big time. As our tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths, I thought of how naughty this was, especially since she was my cousin and she was almost nine months pregnant. But the more I thought about it, the more aroused I became. And then, she passed saliva into my mouth, and when she did, I thought I almost had my first orgasm.

Clothes came off of us like our lives depended on it, and then we were French kissing again and passing saliva back and forth, all my anxiety and uneasiness from earlier was totally gone. I wanted this more than anything. And when Betty Sue's finger went down low between my cheeks and she touched my butthole, I just knew she would get my kitty to purr tonight. Moments later, Betty Sue pushed me down onto the bed.

CHAPTER EIGHT

I was on my back, my eyes closed, my butt near the bed's edge, my nipples raw and sore from naughty play moments earlier. I inhaled a deep breath when I felt the breast pump come alive and latch onto my nipples, sucking at them with powerful force. Where Betty Sue's mouth had been moments earlier now was a mechanical device capable of giving double the pleasure. In my mind I saw the all the hickeys on my tits that Betty Sue had been so determined to put on me, and I had loved every moment of her doing it.

Now, I waited in excitement of what was to come. I'd seen my padded footstool she'd placed by the bed and I heard her scooting it forward. The suction on my nipples continued--sucking, releasing, sucking, releasing, and it felt like my nipples were stretching longer and longer with each cycle.

After what seemed like a couple of minutes of my tits being sucked by this machine and me imagining things, I felt her warm breath between my legs, and I imagined how close her mouth was to my twat. Warm breath, nipple suction, warm breath, nipple suction. The anticipation was killing me, and I couldn't take it anymore. But what really surprised me were the words that came out of my mouth. "Eat that pussy already, you pregnant little slut." And she dove into it with everything she had.

I gasped when I felt her tongue penetrate me. "Oh God!" I suppose I hadn't realized how long her tongue was. "Yeah, you little slut. Just like that. Eat that pussy like you mean it." I clenched at the bed sheets and rocked into her mouth with each thrust of her tongue. "Oh Fuck!"

Just when I thought things couldn't get any better, she grabbed my hips and thrust in her tongue as far as it would go, twisting it this way and that, poking and slurping. "Oh Fuck! Fuck me harder, you little slut. Harder!" I grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled back as far and wide as I could, fully exposing myself to her, and giving her the silent permission to do to me whatever she wanted. And when I felt her wet tongue poking at my butthole, I was in bliss. "Ahh, yes, eat my ass, you dirty little slut." She lifted my bottom off the bed, and French kissed my butthole with everything she had. Lordy, did that ever feel good. And just when I thought nothing could feel better than that, I felt her tongue push through and slide in. It was like she'd found a secret switch and turned it on, because at that moment, I felt a need I'd never felt before.

"My clit, you whore! Suck my clit!" And when she latched on, it sent a shock through me, and I felt something like thousands of fuses ignite in different parts of my body. "Oh, god, you're going to make me cum!" She sucked my clit in and out, her tongue lapping at it like a kitten drinking milk. I clawed at the bed sheets, gritted my teeth, inhaled deep breaths and exhaled noisily. I felt the fuses burning through my limbs and heading to my core, and I knew there would soon be a massive explosion.

I was so excited that I was hyperventilating. Every nerve in my body was tingling with anticipation. "Oh, fuck! I'm cuming... cuming!" I started twitching uncontrollably as the buildup increased while screaming and shouting obscenities that would make the devil blush. I wrapped my legs around Betty Sue's neck and fucked her mouth like she was trash. And when she stuck her finger up my butthole, I exploded.

When I was in Catholic school, we were taught that heaven is a place of unimaginable joy and fulfilment, unlike anything that can be experienced on earth. Well, I experienced heaven tonight, and as I lay there trying to catch my breath, I made plans on revisiting as often as I could.

I opened my eyes, caught sight of Betty Sue, and gasped. She was coughing and rubbing at her eyes. Her face was wet, and she had something sticky-looking on her chin. When she could manage, she looked at me, and she looked pissed.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Betty Sue, I didn't mean to."

Her frown slowly turned into a smile before she burst out laughing.

"Oh god! My little cousin--a squirter. I would never have imagined."

"I'm sorry. I guess I couldn't control it."

"Sorry? Are you kidding? That was great. Not only did your kitty purr, it came all over me."

Betty Sue was so proud of me that evening. We were both tired from the experience, but before we took a nap, Betty Sue held my head to her bosom and fed me warm milk. I drank to my heart's content, then dozed off to sleep.

CHAPTER NINE

It was after six am when I woke up in the same position I'd fallen asleep, my face smothered by Betty Sue's big titties. Her nipples were hard and dark this morning, and her tits were lined with dark blue veins and looked engorged and swollen. I looked down at my titties all bruised with hickeys, thought about all the naughty things we'd done yesterday, and searched my conscious for any guilt or regret, but I had no shame about any of it. It had been the best day of my life, and I wanted more. That big fat nipple was just begging for my mouth, so I latched on and started applying suction. And when that first spray of milk came into my mouth, I thought it was the most comforting feeling in the world, and thought I could really get used to this first thing in the morning.

After about ten minutes, Betty Sue's breaths got deeper and deeper, a soft moan escaping her every now and then. A few moments later, she started rubbing my head.

"Oh, baby, that feels so good. Does it taste okay to you?"

"Um-hum." I thought it tasted fantastic and doing this was so arousing. I couldn't get enough of it.

"Mm, do the other one for me now. It feels so full it hurts."

She shifted position, and I latched on, and I swear the milk from this titty tasted even sweeter than the other.

"Oh god, you're making me so horny. Slurp on that tit."

So, I started making silly slurping sounds, and that drove Betty sue wild. She started squirming and moaning and rubbing her legs up against me.

"Oh, god, baby, that makes me so horny. Play with my pussy."

I ran my hand over her pregnant belly and slowly continued lower, finding her hairy bush soaked, her pussy as warm as an oven. When I pushed my finger into it, Betty Sue inhaled a deep, loud breath. I continued fingering her pussy while applying more suction to her nipple and making playful slurping sounds. Betty Sue was going wild, moaning, squirming, and breathing like she had just run from a bear. Her milk poured into my mouth like a fountain, and for a while, I struggled to keep up. But after a couple of minutes, her milk started to dwindle and her nipple softened, and I thought the fun was almost over, but was I ever wrong.

With three fingers in her now, and her grinding fiercely, I sucked out the last of the milk, not wanting to waste a drop.

"Oh, baby," she said through heavy breaths, "your mouth... my pussy... I need you to eat my pussy."

I wasted no time diving into position. After combing her bush away from her mound, I found her lips, dark and swollen, wet with her juices. There was somewhat of a fishy smell down there, but I didn't care. I liked fish, and to me, it smelled wonderful.

Betty Sue inhaled a deep breath as I licked up and down her slit. It was a little salty tasting, but that was okay. I parted her lips wide and peeked inside, find strands of sticky goo lining her walls. I stuck my tongue in as far as I could and lapped at that pussy like a dog lapping water, and Betty Sue went wild over it, so much so that I had to hold her down to continue what I was doing. My fingers landed on her clit, hard and rubbery, and to me it felt like a little nipple. So, I started flicking it back and forth and rubbing my fingers around it, and it grew even bigger.

"Oh god! Fuck! Yes, just like that, don't stop, you're going to make me fucking cum, oh god!"

I was hoping she'd cum soon because I couldn't keep this up much longer. I was so deep in her pussy even my nose was buried up in there, and I hadn't come up for air in about thirty seconds. But at last, I felt she was close, so I picked up the pace, knowing I could finish this.

"Oh fuck, it's coming... fuck... fuck!"

She clamped her legs around my head, burying my face deep into her, and I ate that pussy with everything I had. Soon, she was screaming and moaning like she'd gone into labor. And when the gush of hot liquid flooded my mouth, I thought maybe her water had broken. But I was forced to swallow it all because she wouldn't let me up.

"Oh god, It's coming again, don't stop! Ugg!"

Betty Sue moaned hard one last time, and this gooey thing entered my mouth that I can only describe as having the substance and taste of a raw oyster. I tried to push away and spit it out but instead I gaged on it and it ended up sliding down my throat.

I collapsed next to Betty Sue, both of us gasping to catch our breath and unable to speak. It had been one wild morning so far.

CHAPTER TEN

Betty Sue and I lay side by side catching our breaths and staring at one another. Finally, she managed to speak.

"Damn, girl, that was the best orgasm I've ever had."

"Yeah, well, it took a lot of effort on my part."

She stared at me and smiled as she stroked my hair. "I know it did, and it was the most wonderful experience ever. And I'm going to pay you back." She got up from the bed, leaving me wondering what she had in mind. She walked to her bag and pulled something out, and when she turned around, I saw it was the dildo.

"Oh no..." I shook my head and squeezed my legs tightly together. "No way."

"Why not? I promise you'll enjoy it."

"No. That thing's too big. No way."

She stared at it and smiled. "It's not too big. I'll take it slow and easy. You'll enjoy it. You'll see."

"Betty Sue, I said no, and I mean it. That thing could hurt a person."

She plopped down on the bed next to me. "Oh, Brea. Did you know that in the last six years, I've thought about you almost every day?"

I smiled. "Really?"

She nodded. "Um-hum."

"I've thought about you a lot, too."

"Do you know how much I've missed you."

"That's sweet. I've missed you too."

"So, do you really think I would do anything to you that would hurt you?"

"Well, not on purpose, but--"

"--Brea, you're my favorite cousin, and I love you. I'd trust you with my life. I just wanted you to know that."

I stared at that big dildo for a moment, then looked into her eyes. "I'll enjoy it, hum?"

"I'm sure you will. I'll use a lot of lube and take it slow."

"And if I say stop, will you?"

"Brea! Of course, I will."

I thought about it. "Okay, I guess. I may not be able to walk after this."

Betty Sue smiled from ear to ear. "Scoot down to the edge of the bed like you did before. I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll piss all over the place."

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I got into the position Betty Sue wanted me in, and I suppose she saw the hint of fear in my eyes that I was trying to hide, so, she laid the dildo on the nightstand, made her way on top of me, and for a long moment just stared into my eyes. And then, she kissed me long and slow. It wasn't anything naughty or vulgar, but it said a lot. And then she looked into my eyes again and smiled. I fully trusted her now, and she knew it.

"So, how do you want it? Dirty talk, or baby talk?"

I giggled. "Dirty talk for sure."

She nodded. "Dirty talk it is."

She climbed off the bed and sat on the padded footstool, and I closed my eyes. I felt her start to apply the lube--long, soft strokes with her fingers. And then one of her fingers slowly slipped into me, soft strokes in and out. Before long, she had two fingers in me.

"Oh, that's such a tight little pussy you got there, you preppy little slut. Shall I try three fingers?"

"Do it, you pregnant little whore."

I suppose she saw me grimace when she started to push in a third finger, so she backed off and put on more lube.

"Oh, such a tight little pussy. Isn't it cute? Never even seen a dick yet."

I stiffened a little as she pushed in the third finger, but it went in.

"Ah, yes, there we go. I'm going to stretch out that little pussy to get it ready for that big dick. You still want that big dick in you?"

"Um-hum."

"Let's try another finger first. If you can take that, then you can have the dick next."

I felt my twat stretch as she slowly inserted a fourth finger. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but I got accustomed to it.

"Yeah, there we go. See, that little virgin pussy can stretch."

She moved her fingers in and out of me and twisted her hand around inside me, and it was starting to feel good.

"Mm, that feels nice."

"Well, well... a future little whore is what you are. I bet I could fit my whole hand in that little pussy."

Betty Sue did have fairly small hands. If not for that, I wouldn't have said what I did next.

"Do it, slut." And why those next words came from my mouth, I had no idea. "Do it hard and fast." And before I could change my mind, I felt her pushing in her hand. I squealed, then inhaled a deep breath through gritted teeth. "Ah... ouch! Oh, fuck, fuck! FUCK!!!"

"Well, look at that. You filthy little preppy slut. I got my whole fucking hand inside that tight little pussy. How does that feel?"

I felt her twisting her hand around inside me, and as I began to relax, I noticed it felt pretty dang good. I clamped and unclamped my muscles around her hand, and that made it feel even better.

"I think I like it."

She giggled. "I always knew you were a little slut. You might act preppy and come from a well-to-do father, but you're nothing but a little whore. What would your daddy say if he saw you like this, hum?"

I giggled. "He might like it."

Betty Sue burst out laughing. "I think you're ready for the dick, baby."

I inhaled a loud deep breath as Betty Sue withdrew her hand, but it wasn't that bad. I watched her lube up the dildo and decided that if I could take her hand, I could surely take that dildo.

"So, now that you've had my whole hand up inside you, how do you want this? Rough like a slut would like it, or gentle like a little prissy virgin?"

"Do me however you want to, baby, I trust you."

"Oh, it's baby now, huh? You think calling me baby is going to make me take it easy on you? Is that what you think?"

"Are you going to fuck me, or keep talking?"

She giggled. "Oh, such a change in attitude from earlier. No, I don't want to. No. It's too big. It'll hurt."

And without warning, she pushed it inside me. "Oh! Oh fuck, that thing's big... shit!"

"Relax. It's not even half way in yet. You're lucky I love you, or I would have rammed that thing all the way in."

I heard her use that word again, and it kind of surprised me, but I didn't respond because I didn't know what kind of love she was referring to.

"Slow strokes... in and out... how does that feel."

"I want more."

"More? Okay."

I clawed at the bedsheets and gritted my teeth. "Oh god! Oh fuck, that feels good."

She giggled. "Oh, baby, you haven't felt what 'feels good' feels like yet."

And then she turned on the vibrator, and I almost came off the bed. "Oh my god! Oh, fuck! Fuck!" And then I felt her push it in deeper, and I felt the tingling start again. "Oh FUCK! I'm fixing to cum."

At seeing my reaction, she started fucking me harder while she worked on my clit with the other hand. I didn't think anything would ever compare to the orgasm I had yesterday. But I knew that was just a little spit in the wind compared to what was about to come. I screamed like a mad woman as the buildup within me grew and grew. I started shaking uncontrollably and mumbling things that didn't make any sense. "Oh, fuck! Fuck you, mother, you bitch! You mean old witch! It's COMING!"

"Do it, baby. Come all over my face. Come in my mouth."

And I exploded with a series of screams and moans that I thought would never end. But they finally dwindled, and that's when my door flew open. I gasped and quickly sat up. It was my father who'd returned home from who knows where.

CHAPTER TWELVE

As soon as my door flew open and I bolted to a sitting position, Betty Sue sprung up from that footstool like she wasn't even pregnant. But instead of making any attempts to cover our naked bodies or even saying anything, we froze--with Betty Sue standing there and staring at Dad while she held that dildo in her hand that was still vibrating, and me on the bed in a half-sitting position with my legs spread apart. Dad stood in the doorway, his face as white as the milk from Betty Sue's tits. His mouth was open so wide you could have fit a tennis ball in it, and his bulging eyes alternated from me to Betty Sue.

Finally, I managed to find my voice. "Dad, get out of here!"

At first, he appeared too stunned to move, but within a few seconds he came to his senses, and slammed the door shut. Betty Sue and I stared at one another in shock for a few moments until I was finally able to speak and move.

"Oh shit, shit, shit!" I leaped off the bed, found some clothes, and quickly began to put them on. "Betty Sue, get dressed, and hurry. Oh, fuck, damn, sonofabitch. This is bad, bad, bad."

Betty Sue put her arm around me. "Brea, relax. It's not as bad as it seems."

"What do you mean? My dad just caught us naked with you fucking me with that big dildo of yours. And turn that thing off and put it away and get dressed. Hurry!"

"Brea, calm down. Listen to me--a while ago I asked you to trust me, and you did. I'm asking you to trust me now when I say it's not that bad. Look on the bright side­--we sure did give him an eyeful."

"Look, now's not the time to be making jokes--"

"--Brea, trust me. Say to yourself, it's not that bad."

I blew out a breath and thought about it. "Okay, well maybe you're right."

"Trust me­--I know I am."

"After all, we're both adults, right?"

"Of course."

"And we're not doing anything illegal--at least, I don't think we are."

"Of course we're not. We're adults and we have the right to free will."

"Okay. We'll pretend it never happened. Maybe he won't even bring it up. Get dressed and help me clean up this room."

About fifteen minutes later, while we were making up the bed, there was a knock on my bedroom door, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Dad."

"Shit." I whispered

"May I come in?"

I looked at Betty Sue. "Shit." I looked at the door and said, "Come in."

The door opened and there stood Dad with a guilty look on his face. He glanced at me briefly and then stared at Betty Sue for a few moments before returning his eyes to me. "Um, I'm sorry I barged in on you earlier. I, um, I thought something was wrong in here, and that's why I came in."

I didn't know what to say. Should I tell him that it's okay? Should I apologize to him? Should I explain myself?

Before I could decide, he looked at Betty Sue and said, "Betty Sue, could I speak to you in private?"

She nodded. "Sure."

"I'll be in my office when you're ready." And then he shut the door and left. I wondered why he wanted to speak with her instead of me.

"I'll go talk to him, Betty Sue. This is my house, so I'll take responsibility."

"No, he asked to speak with me, so I'll handle it."

"We'll both go."

"No, Brea, I'll handle it. I don't even think he wants to talk about you and me. I'll be right back."

I stared at her as she walked out the room, wondering what she meant by that. Then, I finished making up my bed and picking up my room. To my surprise, Betty Sue came back within five minutes.

"Well, how did it go?"

"As well as could be expected."

"What did he want to talk about?"

"About my baby and who the father is."

"Did you tell him?"

She sat on the bedside, stared at her feet, and nodded. "Yeah, I told him."

"So, who is the father?"

She stared at me silently for a few moments. Finally, she said, "He is."

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I stared at Betty Sue in silence, think surely, she was joking and would burst out laughing at any moment. But the serious look remained on her face. And then I remembered Dad's business trip when he had made time to visit Uncle Bob--that was about nine months ago.

I suppose the expression on my face changed and Betty Sue noticed it. She said, "I'm sorry, Brea. I wanted to tell you sooner but I knew you would probably be madder than hell over it, and I wanted to spend all the time with you that I could before you got mad at me." She stood. "I'll go back to the motorhome now."

I stood and grabbed her hand. "Betty Sue, stop. I'm not mad at you. Flabbergasted, yes, but I'm not mad. But I do need to ask you, are you one hundred percent sure My dad's the father?"

She nodded. "Yes, Brea. There's been no one else since him. And it had been about three months since I'd had sex before that."

I sat back down on the bed and cupped my face in my hands. "Oh my God."

Betty Sue sat next to me and put her arm around me. "I know, right? I haven't told anyone else, so if we just keep it quiet, maybe no one will find out."

"I'm afraid things don't work that way, Betty Sue. Let's think about this and figure it out. But I want to know, how did this happen?"

She stared at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I know how it happened. But what let up to it?"

"So, when he came over, the plans were for him to sleep in my room and me to sleep on the sofa. But that evening, I needed something from my room. You can probably guess what that was."

I thought about it. "The dildo?"

She nodded. "I really needed it that night. So I go to my room, thinking he'd be asleep but he wasn't. And we got to talking, and then flirting, and I suppose we were both horny because before I knew it, we were fucking."

I blew out a breath and slowly shook my head. We sat for a few moments, thinking in silence, and then I remembered something. "Betty Sue, earlier when we were fooling around, you said you loved me. What did you mean by that?"

She shrugged.

"Did you mean cousin love or romantic love?"

"Romantic love, Brea. I've had a crush on you since we were kids. You probably think I've been with a lot of guys, but I haven't. It was you I've always been in love with. And after the things we've done in the last two days, I can't think of what it's going to be like having to leave you."

"Well, what if you didn't have to leave? Would you want to stay here with me and raise your baby boy?"

"Oh, Brea, I'd want that more than anything. But I don't want to cause any more trouble with your family. We've already caused enough trouble."

"I have a plan. And this time, I'm asking you to trust me, okay?"

She nodded. "Okay, Brea. I trust you."

You wait for me here while I go talk to Dad.

I found Dad sitting at the kitchen table with his face buried in his hands. He didn't even look at me when I first went in.

"Hi, Dad."

I pulled out a chair and sat. Finally, Dad raised up his head and looked at me. His face looked drained of life. "You know, don't you?"

"I do now."

"Oh, Brea, my life is over. Your mother's not coming home, and we're getting a divorce. I've got the home owner's association riding my butt about that thing parked on the driveway, and now, this. My god, what have I done?"

"Dad, take it easy. Your marriage has been over for a while now, you know that, right?"

"I know, honey, I know."

"And you've got bigger problems than Uncle Bob's motorhome."

"Yes, I know that too."

"What if Betty Sue was to move in with us?"

"What?"

"She could raise the baby here. You could be in his life and you wouldn't have to tell anyone right off. And to tell you the truth, I want her to stay. It would be a much better environment for her and the baby right here. And if you're attracted to her, you could even sleep with her if you wanted."

Now, that got his attention. "I mean, in the physical sense only. That is to say she sleeps in my bed."

I saw the lifeforce slowly return to Dad's face as he thought about what I'd just said. Finally, he stood, and so did I.

He said, "Oh, honey, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I love you so much."

We shared a long hug, and talked briefly about a plan. And then, I went back to my room and told Betty Sue the news, and she was so happy she cried for ten minutes straight. I finally hugged her tight and told her that I loved her and would be there with her through everything, and then she cried some more. I had never seen that side of her before.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I had been out of town on sales training for the past two weeks and on my way home, anxious to see everyone. Betty Sue gave birth to healthy baby boy two months ago and named him Bo. Dad hired a live-in nanny to help take care of Bo and do house work so Betty Sue could take online classes to get her diploma.

I've missed Betty Sue a lot these past two weeks. She hadn't gained that much weight during her pregnancy, but her tummy is back to normal and she's back to looking hot. She's been sending me naughty pics every day, and of course, I've sent her some as well.

Mother hadn't found out that Dad is the father of Betty Sue's baby yet, but I'm sure at some point she will. She's already filed for divorce and the court date is coming up, so by the time she does find out, it won't matter as much. Her and Dad have had problems for a long time, and I'm surprised their marriage lasted this long. I visit her once a week and she's still the same old griping person she's always been, but she's my mother, and I love her anyway.

Uncle Bob and his family left the day after Bo was born. Dad found someone to fix his motorhome, and he couldn't have been happier. Uncle Bob found work in his home state working for a salvage yard, and the was thrilled about it. The owner of the salvage yard told him he could park his motorhome on the property and stay there as long as he needed to. I can imagine the twins now, running around the place and tearing up things. Before Uncle Bob left, he told me he wanted to tell me goodbye in private because he didn't want to get emotional about it in front of his family, but I knew he was up to something. When we did say goodbye, he hugged me tight and tongue-kissed me again. I had been so happy he hadn't put up a fuss about Betty Sue and Bo staying with us, I let him have a good, long kiss. And I even kissed him back. He actually wanted to do more than kiss, but I told him no. Then he begged me to at least let him see my boobies, and that I did do for him. I even let him have a couple of good squeezes. And although he didn't admit it, I feel strongly that he knew who Betty Sue's baby daddy is.

I pulled into our driveway a little after six p. m. Betty Sue said she had a surprise for me, and I was anxious to find out what it was. I left my luggage in the car for now and headed straight for the house. Not seeing anyone downstairs, I headed up. Betty Sue must have seen me pull up and met me in the hallway.

"Brea!" Her arms were around my neck immediately, and I didn't think she'd ever let me go. But she finally did.

"Where's Bo?"

"Nanny's giving him a bath. I was going to do it, but she took him right out of my arms. She sure has fallen in love with him."

"Yes, she has. So, what's the surprise?"

She smiled. "Come and I'll show you."

She led me to my room and I saw it immediately--a video recorder on a tripod mounted at the foot of the bed.

"Oh my... you want to record us?"

"Well, I'm sure it'll be fun, but it wasn't my idea."

"Not your idea? Well, who... Dad?"

She giggled. "Yep."

"Oh my God!" The thought of Dad wanting to watch us be naughty on video turned me on. I tried to dismiss the feeling, but couldn't.

"He asked me to see if I could talk you into it."

I giggled. "Sure, why not."

She nodded. "And there's more."

"What?"

She walked to the opposite side of the bed, picked up a black bag, and emptied it on the bed. And when she did, I gasped. The first thing that caught my eye was a strap-on with a dildo as big as the one Betty Sue has. There were also handcuffs, whips and chains and things I didn't even recognize.

"Dad bought all this?"

"Um-hum"

"Oh, God. I don't know what to say."

Betty Sue stared at me with that naughty look I knew so well. "I say we try them out."