Lynn's white ass was still moving… making slow but jerky circles a her cousin Rick eased himself in and out of her clasping hole. Lynn's legs were hooked over the backs of his thighs and her arms hugged his back tightly. Jeany could see the red streaks where Lynn's nails had drawn a little blood. But Rick didn't feel any. He was gently fucking her now, letting the first few spurts of his jizz go into her pussy. His big balls swung back and forth as he made smaller and nails jabs at that seeping, soft opening in his cousin's body.

The horn tooted again, more urgently. Jeany pulled her finger out of her shorts and pushed it up under her nose without thinking. The pungent aroma only made her that much hotter.

"My brother," she muttered in her throat. "My brother and my cousin. Ohhhhh, God!" She retreated backwards through the scrub oak until she could stand. Her legs were weak at the knees and her first few stops back down the path were unsteady. She stopped and leaned against a tree, her pussy still flooding its perfumed lubrication. "My very own brother," she whispered. "God, it's incest!"

Somehow she staggered on, bumping big boulders as she hurried towards the parking lot. Uncle Bill saw her coming and pushed her door open from inside. She slid in and pulled it shut and leaned her head back against the seat.

"I was about to come looking for you, sweetheart," Bill said. He was holding a half-pint of whiskey and the sharp odor of it was heavy in the car. "You want a little nip?"

"Yes." She took the bottle from him considering what it was. She'd never had hard liquor in her life. But her nerves were shot and she felt like she was sinking into a muddy pit. She tipped the bottle, let the scalding booze fill her mouth and then quickly swallowed.

"Hey! Take it easy, hon!" Bill grabbed the bottle away and stared at her. The bourbon's warmth was already spreading in her belly.