Ok, so I committed incest, but in my defense, my cousin lied to make me believe I wasn't actually her blood relative. Whatever, it's morally wrong, and gross, and illegal in most states, and it won't happen again... Unless I see some adoption papers and the grave of whoever was being born in that video my mother shot. Anyway, I tried push that to back of my mind, and made it a point that when Linzy and I spoke, it was never brought up or the subject was quickly changed. After a week of getting denied, she finally gave up and stopped calling. Did I feel bad for doing that to her? Yes, I loved my cousin more than most of my family members, even after she tricked me into taking her virginity in an act of incest, but I couldn't come out and attack her for what she did. It was as much my fault as hers, I should've known better.
Summer in the south started turning into pool-weather about the end of May, so by mid-June my brother had already planned a party to take place while our mother and stepfather took their now annual vacation to Hawaii. I was basically planning to make some money as a taxi for all the drunk-asses that were too stubborn to spend the night on the couch, floor, bathtub, lawn furniture, ground, or anywhere else they fell. During a good party, charging $30 a head, I could usually make three or four hundred dollars on top of what I spent on gas, and that kinda money could definitely help me get my mind off Linzy, not to mention Dixie.
I made sure I had moved my Jeep to the vacant lot across the road from my house before my brother's friends started showing up and blocked me in, then just waited for someone to get to drunk to stay or go home alone. The first one was a group of three guys that wanted to go to the strip club, I told them not to call me or my brother when they needed to leave from there, collected my $90, and got home before the sun was even down. Second was a couple who decided my back seat would be a great place to try to knock boots cause both their parents were home; I told them that "No Sex" was clearly in the rules and they had 30 seconds to straighten up before they walked home, surprisingly they made it. Third up to bat were two brothers and one girlfriend who started fighting cause she was so drunk she had to tell brother A about the time she fucked brother B in highschool, both of them got left at a stop sign, and she got dropped at a bus stop for yelling at me to go back for them.
I rarely had time to enjoy the party, not that I cared, my brother's friends were typical frat-boy and/or redneck types and most of the girls they hung around were not only stupid, but nasty sluts as well. A few caught my attention, and I talked to them when I wasn't driving. Three of them especially caught my eye. Danielle, Danni to her friends, was a fat but cute Irish girl with more freckles than skin, and frizzy red hair that seemed entirely uncontrollable, she actually got drunk enough to lose her top in the pool, which led me to nearly drown the frat boy that wouldn't give it back to her while I got it back from him. There was Joan, an Indian girl whose father owned a casino in NC, and whose ass could make J-Lo jealous; she was there with her boyfriend, who for some reason couldn't keep his eyes off Danni's cleavage despite the fact that Joan was barely wearing more than ass floss and pasties on strings, and had the body of an Olympic soccer player. Then was the absolutely darling little ash-blonde, who didn't even bring a bikini. She introduced herself as Deedee, and told me she was there for moral support of a girl who was currently sucking her on-again/off-again boyfriend's cock behind the pool house. She couldn't have been more than 5'5, and weighed less than 120 soaking wet.
Seventh on the list of those in need of a DD, was Joan and her boyfriend Ricky. Joan actually seemed a little drunker than Ricky, but that's only cause she was able to stay conscious. Halfway to her dorm, they got in a fight about his wandering eyes, and rumored wandering hands, lips, and penis. Normally fights between couples aren't that bad when their drunk, but I could tell this wasn't a drunken tiff. I drug Ricky out of the back seat after he grabbed Joan's shirt, ripping it, and raised his open hand to her. After kicking him the ribs and telling him that he should have more respect for women, I left him laying on the crosswalk in front of a Hess station. When I got back in the driver's seat, Joan had climbed over and into the front passenger's seat. "Sorry." She muttered.
I closed my door and started driving. "It's not your fault. He's an asshole." She was embarrassed that I had to see her getting abused that way. "You don't have to apologize for him hitting you. You're worth more than that you know?"
She sniffled and started wringing her hands. "Yeah? To who? My mother doesn't want me in her house anymore, my father doesn't think I'm even smart enough to run a blackjack table, and my boyfriend can't stop staring at that fat bitch's tits." She started crying after that outburst, and didn't stop until we reached her dorm and I pulled her over to hold her. "Shit, I just remembered, Ricky has all my money in his wallet, I can't even pay you for the ride."
I smiled, still holding her head against my chest. "Don't worry about it. You've had a rough night." I paused for a second, trying to figure out how I could actually make her believe it was okay. "Besides, having Joan Crow cry on my chest is worth twenty dollars."
She looked up at me and laughed. "You're a sweetheart." She wriggled closer to me and sat up more to kiss me. "And you definitely deserve something for getting me here safely." Before anything else, she opened her door and got out, then stumbled around the front to my side and asked through the window. "Can you walk me up to my room?"
She almost fell up the steps to the entrance, and I ended up carrying her to the desk where we had to sign in. "Is she okay?" The overweight black guy running things asked me as he ran his eyes over her legs which were hidden by nothing but a pair of loose shorts that barely covered her ass.
Joan rolled her head around. "I'm fine, just a lil drunk." She slurred. While we rode the elevator, Joan was sucking on my neck and collarbone. "I won't leave a hickie, I promise, I know you havta have a girl, and I don't want you to break up." She told me. At her room she made me put her down, and told me "My roommate quit school, so I have the whole room to myself til next semester starts."
"That's cool." I smiled, then took her keys from her so I could unlock the door. The normal twin bunk beds had been dismantled, and the beds were now crammed together with one giant blanket over them. Her TV had been left on, apparently she had been watching porn before she left, cause the DVD menu was replaying over and over on her PS2. "You know I think I think I've seen that one." I joked as I took her shoes off and tried to get her to lie down.
She protested. "No, I don't wanna go to bed. I havta give you something for the ride."
"No, really, it's ok." I reassured her and tried to stand up, but she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me in bed with her.
She kissed me again and forced me on my back. The lithe and strong Indian Princess decided that she was paying me whether I liked it or not, so I figured I might as well like it. While her tongue sloppily worked its way around my mouth, her hands worked their way quickly through my belt and the buttons and zipper on my jeans. Joan laughed inside the kiss as she flopped my cock out on my stomach, then looked down as she rubbed it slowly. She swung her leg over me, pulled one leg of her shorts open and pushed my dick up along her thigh. She sat, still holding the base of my cock, and pushed her other hand down the waistband of her shorts to move the crotch of her bathing suit out of the way, then jabbed my dick at her Cherokee cunt. It took a little work to get the head inside her at that angle, but once was in, neither of us wanted it out. She ground her pussy down on me until the only inch not inside her was blocked by the fabric of her clothes, then she finally brought her hands back out, and fell on me. "That's a big cock." Joan groaned before she continued to assault my mouth with her tongue, groaning and grunting through it while her hips made her pussy bounce on my cock.
