Just a Nice Boy Ch. 02

*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor and no, I do not want an editor. Yes, it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong category, yes this is stupid shit, and yes I suck.

But if you're that upset by it all? Just email me your bank account number and routing information and I'll refund every penny you paid me to read this story.

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Sitting in the Oakleaf, Texas jail, Albert Rosenberg wondered what time it was.

He'd snuck out of work a few hours early, left at four instead of six thirty like he normally would.

A sudden fear gripped him. Work. He wondered if he would still have a job after they found out about his third arrest for DUI.

He'd left work and headed to Tijuana Jack's for their ice cold beers and their red hot strippers.

It had been just after eight o'clock when he'd been pulled over by the very courteous police officer and a few minutes after nine o'clock when he'd been brought into the cell with the very talkative Brandon Wright.

The handsome young man, with his thick brown hair and bright green eyes had been talking and talking and talking, and showed no signs of slowing down.

"Yeah, my sister's birthday's on June twenty first, Summer Solstice," Brandon smiled at the thought of his sister. "Turned eighteen."

5.5.5

At first Linda acted like hell would freeze over and Jesus would come again before she'd ever go to my sister's birthday with me. She demanded to know why I was asking her, why I even thought she'd want to go anywhere near me.

"Because I'd like you to," was my brilliant answer.

"I'll think about it," she snapped, beautiful face twisted in a sneer.

Then she slammed the door in my face.

"Well, that went well," Derek teased me.

"Fuck you, ass hole," I said and decided I'd had enough of this shit and I went home.

Donna was thrilled that Derek was coming, but tried to act like it was no big deal. She was surprised and a little giddy that I'd invited Linda, Derek's sister as well.

"Linda? She's so cool," Donna said.

Dad wouldn't agree with that statement. But neither Donna nor I cared one bit what the Reverend Always Right thought.

The party was scheduled for the next Saturday, around eleven thirty. Dad planned on barbequing, burning a few hamburgers, planned on charcoaling some hot dogs, ashes to ashes. Mom would make beans and potato salad, and it would be my job to crank the ice cream maker.

We had pointed out to our dad that they'd invented electric ice cream makers, but he was dead set against technology invading our family tradition of turning any celebration into an endurance contest.

Many of Donna's friends were all right and some of them are actually kind of cute. But they all were members of our church and didn't want to talk about sucking cock, or getting fucked, or getting fucked up. I was overjoyed when Derek and Linda showed up. Linda walked straight over to me and kissed me, directly on the lips.

"Hi there! I'm Alan, Brandon's older brother," Dad said to Linda, flirting clumsily.

"Hi, I'm Linda," she said politely. "Oh, hey! There's the birthday girl!"

"She has on way too much make up," Dad hissed at me.

"But didn't stop you from looking like a fool," I wanted to his back, but didn't.

"Hey!" Donna happily greeted Linda, then shyly greeted Derek.

Derek's gift was a one thousand piece jigsaw puzzle, an Oreo cookie on a black lacquered table.

"Supposed be super hard, but I remembered how smart you were," Derek explained.

He earned himself some extra credit with my father; Dad liked hearing how smart his little angel was.

Linda's gift was a globe of the Earth that doubled as a piggy bank.

"And I stuffed a five in it," Linda admitted.

My gift to Donna was a book on the birds that are native to Texas; my sister loves birds. She could sit for hours with a pair of binoculars watching birds fucking, shitting, popping out eggs.

And finally, hot and sweaty from being forced to stay outside to celebrate my sister turning eighteen, eating half burned, half raw food, Derek and Linda and I were free to go.

"Mom's got a date," Linda informed me.

"Oh, okay," I shrugged.

"So, you uh, you want to..." Linda cooed suggestively, linking arms with me.

"Oh boy, do I want to," I admitted and Linda giggled happily.

We returned to the trailer and Linda dragged me into her room. She put on some music; she wanted me to hear this one song. She sped up the cassette tape, then saw she'd gone too far, then rewound it, then finally got it close enough and hit 'play' on her stereo.

The music was the usual overproduced synthesizer crap and the guy started off singing in a whining, whimpering voice. At first I couldn't tell if it was a guy or a girl; whining is whining, no matter what gender the singer.

Linda pushed me onto her unmade bed, on top of the piles of clothing, and straddled me.

"Isn't this beautiful?" she enthused, then kissed me deeply before I could answer.

Linda and Vickie looked exactly alike, except that, without a bra, Linda's tits sat a little higher on her chest. But, thankfully, Linda's breath, Linda's tongue tasted a lot nicer.

"Yeah, it's really something," I agreed when the man's voice, yes it was a man, when his voice had dropped to a reasonable croon.

The same words, the same empty promises as all the other songs Linda loved so much. Love, true love, everlasting love, a love that was destined to be, a love that would never fade.

Ever notice how the guys that sing all this shit have like fifteen or sixteen kids from eight or nine different mommas? I guess 'forever' really means 'until someone better looking than your fine ass comes along.'

Linda shimmied out of her top and bra and sighed appreciatively when I slung my shirt on her bedroom floor. We lay, her straddling me, pressing her nice tits into my chest, kissing.

"You feel it?" she asked, looking away as another syrupy song started to whine and warble.

I could feel her hard nipples pushing into me, could feel her weight on me, could feel the heat of her crotch as she ground against my hard cock. I could feel the moistness of her lips when we kissed, could feel her silky hair as it fanned out around my face.

"Yeah," I agreed.

That must have been the right thing to say because she sighed and kissed me again.

"Let's do it," she whispered. "Here, I'll play our song again."

"No, just play the whole tape, huh?" I wanted to say.

I hated when Donna would do that shit. Play a song, then want to hear that song again, then want to hear that song again, then rewind the tape to hear that song again.

Damn it, just play the song, listen to it, then play the next song.

Linda went through the futile exercise of rewinding, fast forwarding, rewinding, and finally the same song started up again.

Linda turned to me, face alive with happiness as she dropped her shorts to the floor.

Her breath was nicer, her breasts were nicer, and her pussy was covered by a light brown thatch of pubic hair.

"Fuck!" I said, my cock jerking in my boxers.

She laughed a happy laugh and approached the bed again.

"Turn around," I ordered.

She did, and playfully walked backward toward the bed.

Her ass was also smaller, tighter than her mother's ass. I of course, kept this opinion to myself.

I shimmied out of my shorts and boxers and grabbed Linda and pulled her, squealing and laughing onto her bed.

"Got any condoms?" Linda asked and I shook my head.

"Shit," she complained.

She hit 'stop' on her stereo, then opened the door to her room and ran down the hall to her mother's room.

Vickie had a stash of condoms and Linda grabbed five of them and ran back. I heard Derek say something and Linda screamed at him to shut up.

Then she was back in the room and she handed me the strip of condoms.

She hit 'play' again and the same crappy song came spilling out.

"I uh, we uh, we do sixty nine?" I asked.

I'd never eaten pussy before. If I couldn't stand kissing Vickie's mouth, I sure didn't want to kiss her cunt. The same was true of Rhonda Jensen. Her pussy had been used by just about everyone at Lloyd M. Bensen High School, including the old janitor. Kissing her pussy just was not an option.

Linda liked that idea and kissed me happily, then pushed me on her bed again. She then straddled my head, pressing her hairy pussy onto my face.

I wanted to shoot the minute her mouth encircled the head of my cock. Out of the various mouths I'd had around my cock in the last month, Matt's, Rhonda's, Derek's, and Vickie's, Linda's was by far the sweetest.

She was in no hurry to bring me off. Linda wanted to suck my cock, to savor sucking my cock, to enjoy sucking my cock.

Her pussy had a musky, sweaty smell to it. And her pussy was quite wet. I licked up and down her wet slit for a minute, then used my hands to open her pussy.

"Oh!" Linda cooed as I delved my tongue into her.

I must have found her clitoris on one of my down strokes; she jerked and moaned around my cock.

So I did it again and she jerked and moaned again.

I heard this guy, this total bullshit artist at school say he drove his girlfriend nuts by 'writing' his name on her clit with the tip of his tongue. His girlfriend said that was utter and complete bull shit. He couldn't find her clit with a miner's helmet, a road map, and a flashing arrow pointing right at her clit.

But I 'wrote' my name on Linda's clit and had just got to 'g' in 'Wright' when she stiffened, then squirted all over my face.

The tape in her stereo hesitated, then 'Auto-Flip' switched the tape and it started playing on the other side.

Linda then redoubled her attention on my cock, stroking it, licking it, sucking it. I again wrote my name on her clitoris and got as far as 'W' when she again moaned and stiffened.

When I lightly bit down on her clit, she screamed around my cock and thrashed her hips on my face.

"God damn, fuck, oh mother fucker!" Linda cried and started furiously stroking my cock with her small hand.

I finally spurted a huge load onto Linda's face, into her hair, into her open mouth.

She ripped open one of the condoms and rolled it onto my cock, even as it was still twitching. Then she straddled my hips and pushed my cock into her pussy. Vickie's pussy had been slimy, from her son's semen, and sloppy. Linda's pussy was tight, squeezing my latex covered cock in a warm wet grip.

I didn't like using the condom. But I also did not like the idea of being a dad before I'd even gone off to college.

"God damn, oh God!" Linda screamed out as yet another orgasm welled up in her guts.

I grabbed her tits and played with her magnificent orbs, tugging and twisting her large light brown nipples.

She collapsed onto me and we kissed hotly.

"I love you," she confessed.

I didn't want to sound like a total dick, so I said, "Love you too."

We used three more condoms and I was weak-kneed by the time I wobbled home for Saturday Night Hell Night with the family.

It was there that Dad announced that Donna could go out with Derek, if, and only if I went along to chaperone.

"Great idea," I said, which earned me a nod of approval from Dad, and a look of gratitude from Donna. "Linda and I will go along; we'll make it a double date."

Donna actually squealed happily at that idea. So I went to the phone and called Derek.

Linda was thrilled, actually started crying when I suggested roller skating at Sweet Oak Roller Rink. Derek agreed as well and Dad gave me the keys to the Saturn SW2 station wagon.

Dad had a cassette tape of himself thundering and railing against the sins of the flesh in the car's stereo system. I figured out how to get the stereo over to a rock station playing out of Great Oak, Texas. They played a lot of hard rock. Donna objected but I told her I'd be happy to tell Dad it just didn't work out and leave her ass at home.

But Linda had that crappy singer's cassette with her and happily jammed it in. She'd wound it to 'our song' and she and Donna squealed about how perfect the song was.

At the Sweet Oak Roller Rink, we skated around for a while. A group of guys decided they'd try to separate Derek and me from Linda and Donna. So the evening wasn't a total waste. I got to beat the shit out of two punk ass bitches and Derek mopped the back alley with this big ass punk thought he was a bad mother fucker because he was fat.

"Ought To make them suck our dicks," Derek suggested to me.

Donna's gasp of shock killed our jubilant mood. Linda, however, was really turned on by that idea; she actually wanted me to make one or the other of my two punching bags suck my dick. I kissed her and told her she was the perfect woman for me.

In front of Donna, and Derek, Linda and I made out. Then we went to El Chico's Mexican restaurant and ate. Donna and Linda had to pee and could not pee by themselves. Linda was grinning when they returned. But Donna looked a little uncomfortable. During dinner, she kept glancing over at me and at Linda.

Linda suggested either Donna or Derek drive back to the trailer. Donna wanted to drive; she rarely gets the chance. As soon as we got into the rear seat, Linda unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out.

Donna almost backed the car into a telephone pole and I told her to keep her eye on the road.

"Or find somewhere to park," Linda suggested.

She gave me a blow job almost as good as the one she'd given me at her house. But she did understand that time was limited and got me to squirt her tonsils before Donna cautiously pulled into the trailer park.

I got Linda's tape out of the player, kissed her several times, then reminded her I'd not see her tomorrow.

"Sunday, Babe, you know we got to go to church on Sundays," I reminded her.

Derek and Donna did give each other soft, tender kisses, then Donna and I got back into the station wagon.

"Really? You put your mouth, Linda said you put your mouth on her..." Donna dropped her voice, even though it was just her and I in the car. "...pussy?"

"Yeah, she put her mouth on my whang," I shrugged.

"I know!" Donna screamed. "I couldn't believe it! And I was right there; she did it, right in front of me. And her brother!"

We were almost home, but I drove around the block again so my sister and I could keep talking.

"What, I mean, Tracy says it tastes like fish," Donna said, blushing hotly.

"How would Tracy know what pussy tastes like anyway?" I asked.

Donna clearly had never thought to ask and sat, pondering the question.

"But no, if it tasted like Mom's fish sticks, I damned sure wouldn't be eating Linda's pussy," I said.

"What, what's it like? I mean, when she put your thing in her mouth?" Donna asked and I had to circle the block again.

"Fan fucking tastic," I admitted.

"It's a sin, you know, fornicating before you're married," Donna said quietly.

I decided our brother-sister bonding moment was over and pulled into our driveway.

Anything that feels good is a sin, according to the Reverent Always Right," I snapped. "Taking a super good shit is a sin."

Donna gasped and laughed at that and we got out of the car.

Dad interrogated the two suspects. I prayed fervently that Donna would not let it slip that Linda had sucked my salami and thankfully, she did not. She did, however, let it slip that there had been a fight.

"These guys tried touching Donna's breasts and buttocks," I fabricated.

I knew if I said 'tits' and 'ass' I'd be in for a lecture. But Dad approved of me sticking up for my sister's, and Linda's honor.

The next day was Church day, sit and suffer day, try to stay awake during the most boring monologue day. Donna and I, as the Reverend's children, were expected to not only attend, but to be well dressed and well groomed.

And to our utter shock, Derek, Linda, and Vickie were sitting in the front row, smiling proudly at us.

Dad couldn't ignore them, even though they were, in his eyes, Evil Incarnate. So they were invited back to our house for Sunday Dinner.

"I counted nineteen guys I fucked in that church," Vickie whispered to me. "Boy! Did they look like they wanted to shit! They're there with their wives and kids and I'm right there in the front row!"

She actually guffawed just thinking about it and I smiled as well.

At the dinner table, I could see why Vickie was so popular. Not only was she a willing fuck, but she was an excellent actress. She complimented my mother on a beautiful home, on a wonderful dinner, on raising two well-behaved children. She complimented my father on his performance, on his sermon, on his choices of what Biblical quotes he used.

"You uh, you know the Bible?" my father asked, clearly shocked.

"Yes, of course I do," Vickie said. "Natalie, I love this broccoli and rice casserole. Yes Alan, my father was Pastor Gary Davidson. Ascension Lutheran Church? On Great Oak Way?"

"Huh!" Dad said, stunned, for once, into silence.

The adults had coffee and stayed inside while Linda and I, Derek and Donna sat on the back porch.

"You know your grandfather was a Lutheran minister?" Donna asked Derek.

"You mean, our father?" Derek asked.

"Huh?" I stupidly said. "I thought Vickie said..."

"Her dad fucked her every chance he got," Linda said.

"Made her get an abortion first time she got knocked up," Derek said.

Donna looked like she was ready to faint.

"But second time, she refused, said she'd tell the whole congregation if he made her abort me," Linda said.

"Then, not even a year later, got her preggers with me,' Derek said.

"But by now? Other guys, old creepy guys are seeing what a good fuck she is," Linda said.

"No, no, sorry Alan, got a lot of work to do, but thank you," Vickie said as she opened the rear door. "Linda? Derek, come on."

Linda and I kissed, but Donna felt funny kissing Derek in front of everyone so they just hugged.

"Did you know?" Dad asked us when we came into the house. "You knew she was Pastor Gary's daughter?"

"Yeah," I lied.

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"Did you know she's fucked about twenty guys in your church? Those sanctimonious pricks act all holy and shit?" Brandon laughed. "That's what I wanted to say. Know Vickie doesn't discriminate? She'll fuck Baptists, Catholics, even Jews."

The young man got off of the upper bunk and approached the stainless steel bowl that served as a toilet. Albert could tell the young man was afraid, self-conscious about using the toilet in front of others. He turned his head to get the kid a little privacy.

Brandon, however, looked directly at the kid.

"Yeah, go ahead, get that pussy good and ready for all the cock you going get," Brandon taunted.

The poor kid decided he didn't need to use the toilet and got back onto the bunk.

6.6.6

My birthday's on July Fourth. My sister used to tease me; for thirteen days, we're the same age.

"Yeah, but my birthday? A whole nation celebrates my birthday," I would always tell her.

This year, when she teased me on July third, I smiled and said, "Yeah, but I'm going celebrate my birthday with a bang."

Donna goggled at my bold declaration. Dad chuckled, obviously thinking I was talking about all the fireworks that would be shot off during the day, and the huge fireworks display Oakleaf Fire Department organized every Fourth of July.

Our church, thankfully, spared us from Dad's amateurish attempts of barbequing, by putting on a huge barbeque. Donna had invited Derek, and I'd invited Linda. As hard as it was for me to believe, I actually was falling in love with the loud, brash, trashy girl.