One day last week this ol’ boy I knowed come by with some crank and we got fucked up and he told me about the time he done his sister.
His story got me fired up and I would of pulled my root out right then-there and took off some of the pressure, except I didn’t want him to think I was queer, so I waited until he left.
But then I got to thinking about it, and how it boned me up and all, and I figured I’d write it out and send it down the wire to this literary place and see if you’ll liked it as much as I did.
Here it is, wrote out just the way he told it to me:
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I stopped at the Red Dog to cut the dust after clocking out at the mill, and there was 3 or 4 boys doin’ this woman on the pool table. It was a sight, and it stirred me up some; but I had me a buzz on, and didn’t know any of ‘em, so I didn’t line up for a taste; went on home instead.
I come in the kitchen and my sister June was at the sink in a T shirt and panties, gettin’ a drink of water. She’s just come home from high school and was half way changed. No bra; I could see her nips poochin’ the fabric.Name’s June, on account of that’s the month she was born. Bet she’s glad it wasn’t February.
She goes,“Hey, Billy Bob, what’s up? What you smiling about?”
“I’s thinking about what I saw awhile back at the Red Dog, this old woman gettin’ fucked on a pool table.”
”Billy Bob, you mind your tongue!”
“You sound like Ma, back when.” I grabbed my crotch, gave it a squeeze. “ Anyway, it got me hot and all swole up, so I come on home.”
She looked down at the bulge in my pants. “Well, go on in the bathroom and take care of your problem.”
I had a belly full of beer and a dick full of blood and I said without thinking, “How ‘bout you do that for me?”
“Billy Bob! Don’t talk nasty.”
I laughed, the beer making me loose. “I’s just teasin’, sis,” I said. June’s a little bitty thing, but she’s got a set on her that could suckle triplets, with enough left over for the cat, and a be-hind that sticks out like the coloreds. “Anyway, you ain’t got the nerve!”
“Nerve!” She set the glass down on the counter and faced me. “Well, fish it on out, and let’s have a look at it!”
I undid my belt and let my pants drop and pulled my shorts halfway down. My prong stood up tight against my belly, the tip even with my navel.
“Lord!” she said, “where’d you grow that there thing? I ain’t never seen nothin’ like that!”
I go: “Yeah? And how many dicks you seen?”
“None of your beeswax, Mister; but I done peeped Daddy’s picture books he’s got under his bed, and you could give most of them men a run.”
“Big, huh?” I hadn’t seen too many dicks; just in the shower room at school and the mill, but they weren’t never hard. And I’d watched videos at the peep show, but never paid much attention to what the men had, I was too focused on the females.
June took a step closer and reached out, ran her fingers down the underside of the shaft. “Whoo, that’s hard!”
I laughed. “Yeah, I bet I could cut glass with it right now!”
She wrapped her hand around it , as far as it would go. Pulled the skin down toward the base.
“Ooh, that feels good!” I said.
“Yeah? You like that, do you?” She put her other hand around the tip, circling it with her thumb and forefinger, pulled the foreskin down off my knob. “Wow! It’s as big as a plum!” She laughed. “Same color, too.”
I looked down at her two hands on the shaft, the head above them, shiny as a brass doorknob. She began to jerk me off. I leaned back, elbows resting on the countertop. The beer had me buzzin’. “Show me your tits,” I said.
“Don’t you talk rough to me, Billy Bob!”
