Abby's Story Pt. 03: Morning

Abby woke up and it was still dark. She had no way to know the time, but guessed it was only a bit before first light. "I hope Ma and Pa didn't notice me missing. If I don't get back before they wake up, they sure as hell will", Abby thought to herself.

But she was in the dark with Tomas's arm draped over her and his slow warm breath on her neck. It made her break out in goose flesh. His hand was on her tummy and she found it difficult to move. He wasn't holding her hard, he was just heavy. Abby tried shifting, rolling slightly back and then forward to try and dislodge his hand and arm. This had an unforeseen consequences. This caused him to roll toward her pressing more of his weight instead of less.

It also caused his hard cock to slide up between her ass cheeks.

Abby gasped. He was asleep but fully erect. She slipped a hand behind her and felt it. It had been inside her but this is the first time she had actually inspected his organ. She was surprised how it felt not just hard, but the skin was pliable and velvety. The skin around the head slid back and the top of the head felt ridged by some kind of lip. As she manually inspected Tomas's cock her own body responded. Her cunt became hot and wet and her nipples stiffened. She slipped her other hand down her body, brushing over a nipple and making herself moan. She moved over Tomas's hand and felt between her thighs. That now familiar heat spread out from her tummy as she became aroused.

Tomas remained asleep. Despite this, Abby knew she needed his fantastic cock inside her one more time. She was wet and excited, partly because she felt a thrill at instigating this time. "Can you do this?" she thought. Yes. She thought she could.

She thought about last night, how he'd mounted her by making her arch back onto him. She though if she could get his cock aimed between her thighs it might work the same way. She wiggled her butt away from him while keeping hold of his member until it was pointed at her instead of wedged between them. She arched her back and tried to line up the tip with her entrance. But he was so broad and she so slim the angle was not right. He kept sliding off the one side. One attempt he moaned but still did not wake up. Determined Abby thought about last night and remembered when Tomas went to take her from behind he made her part her legs, to make room. She couldn't part both of them in this position, but she could lift the right one.

That did the trick. Her sex opened slightly as she lifted her right thigh and pressed back. His cockhead popped in. Abby gasped and smiled, a perverse sense of accomplishment making her bolder. She hooked her leg over Tomas's legs and used that and his weight as leverage to push back, taking more of him into her. Because of the angle it was not quite as deep as the night before, but she felt so good to once again be filled with his flesh. She began rocking back and forth making the day bed creak with the rhythm. This made his cock slide a little in and out, a delicious slight friction that had her panting with both pleasure and effort.

"Huh? What?" Tomas asked blearily.

"Do you feel that? Tell me what you feel. Say it" Abby felt absolutely sinful feeding him back his words from the night before.

Tomas chuckled. "Fair enough. I feel a randy bitch fucking her little cunt onto my cock."

Bitch. That word sizzled through Abby.

"Yes. You bred this bitch and now she's sniffing around for more."

The dark surrounded them, so they could only feel and hear. She bucked against him, her ass slapping lightly. His hand moved up from her stomach and latched on to a tit. Her nipple felt incredibly hard and tender as he rolled it around. He kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. His other arm snaked under her and grabbed her throat, squeezing lightly. He made her turn her head so he could kiss her. They attacked each other's mouths hungrily, tongues entwined. They grew sweaty under the quilt.

"I need to take control, kitten. Let me fuck you", Tomas pleaded.

"Not just yet, like this, let me do it like this a bit more."

Abby arched back against him and leaned forward making his hand on her breast and throat close down tighter. At this angle she could slide back and forth on his cock faster and longer. Also, the hand at her throat made her gasp harder for air which turned her on even more. And to think a few hours ago she was afraid Tomas would hurt her. Now she liked a little danger, thrilled at a twinge of pain.

What a difference a night made.

Tomas seemed to notice how hard he was holding Abby and loosened his grip. "No. It's good. Harder." A bit surprised he resumed the grip on her breast and throat which caused her to moan and bear down on his cock forcefully. She gushed fluid around him and squealed.

This orgasm was different than those the night before. It was sudden, but not an uncontrolled storm. Nor was she washed away by a breaking dam. Instead Abby felt entirely in control. She held him deep in her and bore down with everything inside as fiery waves exploded from the center of her sex. It was hot, beautiful, and gave her a sense of personal power she had never known. She gasped, shivered, and then let out a low guttural moan.

"Well all right, kitten. My turn."

Still holding Abby by her throat and breast Tomas pulled her onto him as his hips bucked forward. He'd then pull back and do it again, over and over. Abby was floating. She felt like the only woman alive, put on earth to fuck and breed and cum. After a few minutes he pulled her hard, hard enough to take her breath away for a moment, and his cock began bucking inside her filling her with hot seed. He collapsed onto her and she back onto him and they both panted.

They were that way for a bit before Abby realized they could see. A band of gray light was creeping in under the cab curtains. Not full morning, but enough false dawn that some folks who camped here overnight might be stirring.

"I got to go", Abby said while pushing at Tomas's arm.

"I suppose you do." Tomas reached up and flicked the dome light.

Abby felt his soft cock slide from her as she scooted away. She sat up and stretched. She grabbed her clothes and started to get dressed. Panties then bra. Blouse then skirt. When she finished she realized Tomas was watching her intently.

"I got something on my face?" Abby asked, playing coy.

"Nah. Just I meant it when I said you were gorgeous." He sat up and gently kissed her shoulder.

Abby pulled away. "Nuh-uh. We ain't get time to finish what that starts. I got to go before you end up in trouble with my Pa."

Tomas laid back with a defeated sigh. He waved toward the side door. Abby moved to it, opened it as quietly as possible, and slipped out. She turned, blew Tomas a kiss, and shut the door just as quietly.

She suddenly felt intensely naughty. Any other day she'd huddle up meekly and try to blend in with the wallpaper, curse herself a bit for her shameful thoughts. But today she liked feeling naughty. It made her cheeks and tummy burn. As she walked back toward the reunion grounds something wet seeped out of her and into her panties making those naughty feelings redouble. She felt downright lecherous. She wanted to giggle and laugh. She wanted to run naked through the dewy sweetgrass, roll around in it howling like a heathen. But more than anything she wanted that big thick cock.

She reached the yard. Tents were set up as many of the reunion goers had opted to camp overnight, Abby's family among them. Some would be sleeping off hangovers, but not her Ma and Pa. They forbade alcohol at home and never drank when out. Grandpa had been a mean drunk and Pa refused to follow in that family tradition. Abby needed to avoid her parents until she could figure out a cover story.

She was mulling over what that story might be when she nearly ran face to face with her older sister Ruth. Ruth was like Abby, slender, with the same shade of sandy brown hair. Ruth however was a little taller, with shapely legs, and wore her hair long and straight. Ruth was walking with a toiletry bag in hand and had popped out between tents on the way to the big house. She and Abby stopped and stared at each other.

"Hi! Uh, I mean, Ruthie-", Abby babbled.

Ruth stepped up close and hissed. "Abby, you look like a mess. A fucking mess." The emphasis was not lost on Abby, who looked around nervously. "Ma and Pa aren't up yet. Take this", Ruth shoved the bag into Abby's hands. "Get into the house and find a washroom. Avoid talking to folk. Find me after you get cleaned up."

Abby turned toward the house, a big three-story ranch that had been in that family branch a couple generations. She walked around to a side door and let herself in. She was alone and in a hallway just off the kitchen. Across the hall a little ways down was a bathroom. She ducked into it unseen and locked the door behind her. She dropped the toiletry bag on the sink and looked around.

She was in luck, the bathroom had a sink, toilet, and shower stall. Everything was polished granite and shiny brass fixtures. This was the rich branch of the family, to be sure.

Abby opened the pouch and took out shampoo, hair brush, perfume, toothpaste, and a toothbrush. Not hers, but Ruth wouldn't mind. Abby caught her reflection in the mirror, she was a mess. Her sweaty hair had dried in a bird's nest. Some drool had crusted on the side of her lips. Her clothes were askew, she had dressed too hurriedly.

Abby had to get to work.

First up, the toilet. She had to pee, but also she had to try to get some of that sliminess out of her. Couldn't have that leaking through the whole ride back to Iowa. She knew she was going to be taking a shower so instead of hoisting her skirt she let it fall to the floor. She pulled off her panties and put them on the sink. Those were on deck next. She sat down on the cold toilet seat and made water. After the last of it tinkled into the bowl she bore down, trying to flew the muscles inside of her. It took an effort but she was rewarded with the sound of one, two, three plops in the toilet bowl. She wiped herself with a square of tissue and stood up. She looked. In the yellow water were milky blobs streaked with pink. Evidence of her taken virginity.

She then worked on her panties, using another square of tissue to dab the goo from the crotch. When she was done added the tissue to the toilet bowl and flushed.

Next was the shower. It had a high mounted, high pressure shower head. It was heavenly. At home their boiler was old so the shower just sort of ran over you and was rarely more than warm. This shower pounded her skin with hot jets that seemed to massage any tension away. It helped Abby to relax which also helped with the soreness down below. After she got completely clean, and relaxed, she stepped out and toweled off.

Abby looked at herself in the mirror. She had a bite mark on her right breast. It didn't break the skin but it showed in angry pink and red marks. Her nipples were darker than their normal pink and more sensitive. She had finger pad shaped bruises on her right shoulder and left hip. All of these would be covered by her blouse and skirt. She'd just have to be careful the blouse did not slip. When she got back home she could wear tighter button-up shirts that guaranteed coverage. She got lucky, no marks on her throat. Double checking, she found no other telltale signs.

She brushed her teeth and combed her hair. Abby never wore it long so it was easy to manage. She got dressed and looked at herself from both profiles. She looked fresh, young, and pretty. What she did not look like was a girl who spent last night fucking her cousin in his van. She misted perfume around both sides of her neck. Thinking about it she lifted her skirt and put a puff up there as well. Better safe than sorry.

She packed up the toiletry bag and went back outside. Fortunately Ruth was waiting at the side door. She snatched the bag from Abby and started talking.

"We can talk about whatever you were doing last night later. Right now you need a story to tell Ma and Pa."

Abby nodded.

"Last night I set up the pup tent for myself because I assumed nobody else would fight me for it. It's also a ways from Ma and Pa's tent because I set it up early. You following, Abby?"

"Yes, Ruthie, got it."

"However, last night you did a stupid thing and tried a beer." Abby tried to say something but Ruth silenced her with a raised finger. "I saw you drinking last night. I know Pa will be pissed with you drinking, but the good part is it made you feel ill and you crawled into the pup tent to sleep off the mistake."

Abby nodded. The pup tent was made for one, but could sleep two in a pinch, especially when both of them were skinny like Abby and Ruth.

"Got it. Beer. Sick. Pup tent."

"And any tension is because you stole my toiletry bag because you couldn't find yours and used my tooth brush."

"That last bit is is true", Abby quipped.

Ruth rolled her eyes. "Talk to you more about it later."

Abby stepped up and gave Ruth a big hug. She and Abby were the willowy gals of the family, taking after Ma's side, and, despite a five-year age gap, were close.

"Thanks, Ruthie, I mean it."

"Yeah, yeah, get off me, I got to shower while I can."

Ruth walked past Abby and entered the house. Abby took a deep breath and walked back toward the yard.

The yard, now a camp site, was waking up. People were mulling around outside of tents. This included Abby's parents, Peter and Maggie Cafferty. However, to their children and each other they were just Pa and Ma. They were walking with Ray, Abby's older brother. Ma spotted Abby first and tapped Pa's shoulder. She pointed Abby out and Pa strode over. Ray smirked and said something but Ma waved him away. Abby could see her mouth "Shoo!" before turning to join Pa.

Abby no longer wanted to feel naughty. As her father strode up she wanted to be invisible. Her mind scampered. "What had Ray said? Did he know something?" Outwardly she looked no different, but inwardly she felt small and cornered.

Pa strode up his face stern, followed by Ma looking concerned. Ma and Pa were both the same height, just a couple inches taller than Abby. Pa took after his side of the family, he was a fireplug, short and broad with a gut. Ma had been slender when she was younger, but six children had added extra meat around her hips, giving her a pear shape. Her hair was mousy brown, while Pa's was mostly gone.

Pa stopped in front of Abby and waited for Ma to join him.

"Abigail, where'd you go last night?" Pa cut to the chase.

"Um, I felt under the weather-"

"You never came back to the family and I know you weren't in the little-un's tent." Pa raised his voice.

Abby hugged herself, hands rubbing her elbows. "Pa, I w-was-"

"What were you up to, little lady? You may be eighteen but you still live under my roof!"

Ma took a step forward. "We're just worried, Abby."

Pa silenced her with a raised hand. Pa loved his children, Abby knew, but he was a man of discipline. A product of growing up under a drunk violent ruin of a man, Pa strove for a life of total stability. Whenever one of his children got in trouble it threatened that stability and consequences were immediate and certain. He never struck his children, to be clear, but he also didn't coddle any misbehavior or sass.

"I got dizzy and saw the pup tent was up and slept there." Abby let a tremble come into her voice.

"What else?" Pa was looking cross, his face turning redder. "Why'd you get ill?"

Ma's face was furrowed in worry. She looked back and forth between Pa and Abby. Pa looked ready to lose his temper. Abby steeled herself inside. "Stick to the story. They'll believe Ruthie, they always do."

"Because I snuck a beer, Pa." Abby's voice trembled. She let the fear that she would get called out for so much worse creep in, because it made the truth in the half-truth more genuine. "I'm sorry, it was a mistake-"

"God damned right! What the hell were you thinking? That people wouldn't see you gallivanting and drinking?" Pa was nearly yelling. People around both acted like they did not want any part of this family drama but also stayed close enough to see it all play out. This would surely become part of the family gossip, they always got to have something to cluck and crow about.

"I just wanted to try it. See what the fuss was about. I thought I'd like it, but it made me feel just awful." If there was an award for lying to your parents Abby would have been nominated.

Pa was still angry. He hated booze and did his best to hide that hate at family gatherings. But this just brought all that vitriol bubbling back up. Ma looked around at the other family members and knew they were making a scene.

"Okay, Pa, Abby, I think that's enough for now. We can discuss this back home."

Pa pursed his lips and sucked through his teeth. "Okay, Ma. Fair enough." Pa waggled a finger at Abby for emphasis. "You used the pup tent? You get to break it down and load it into the truck. And when we get home we'll talk about your grounding and extra chores."

Abby tried to look dejected. "Oh, okay, Pa." Inside she was elated. They bought it!

Pa turned, took Ma by the elbow, headed the way Abby had come. "I bet they got coffee up there. Probably fancy stuff."

"You enjoy, Pa, I just need the washroom."

The pair dropped out of sight behind tents and Abby breathed a sigh of relief. Now she had a new problem, she actually hadn't been to the pup tent. She racked her brain. "Ruthie said it was set up early. That usually means north side toward the driveway or south side toward the lake. And she wasn't coming the same way as me, so I guess..."

She turned south toward the lake making her way between various camp sites, past the remnants of one of the night's camp fires, and to the edge of the yard before it sloped downhill toward the lake. There it was, right under a string of party lights, the olive green A-frame tent made of nylon and canvas. Relieved Abby untied the flap and looked inside. She visually inventoried some bedding, a sleeping bag, a flashlight, and whatever trashy romance novel Ruth was reading. And unlike the van it did not smell of sex and sweat.

Abby got to work rolling up the bedding and cinching them tight. Pillows, the flashlight, and the novel were set out on top of these rolls. Next came the tent. Support poles and then stakes. She was having trouble with the stakes. Some of them were stuck deep and were hard to get moving. Looking down at the current culprit Abby mused how hard it was to move when something had been stuck deep in her. This made her giggle and her tummy flutter.

"Something funny, sis?"

Abby started out of her reverie and turned to see Ruth behind her.

"Just had a funny thought is all."

"Anything you can share? No wait, tell me on the ride back." Ruth moved up and grabbed the tent stake and used leverage her height granted to get it to start moving. "Let's get this finished first."

Abby blushed. "I don't think this is something I can share while sitting behind Ma."

Ruth smiled and yanked the stake free. "No duh, that's why were are going to sit in the back of the station wagon. With the gear."

"Ruthie, we haven't done that since we were little."

"Right, and we'll tell Ma we're doing it for fun. Mary can watch Pauline in the back seat while you dish."

Abby knew Ruth was right. Pa and the two boys would take the truck with the tents and hardware. The wagon would take the womenfolk, Ma and the four sisters. The only cargo would be sleeping gear and toiletries. The family had packed light, there would be lots of room.

Ruth leaned close and whispered, "And I do mean dish, I wanna hear it all."