Date: Sat, 3 Jun 2006 10:52:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jess Sudhir <jesssudhir@yahoo.com>
Subject: White Trash Siblings

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White Trash Siblings
by Jess Sudhir
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(interracial, youth, b/g, b/b)
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NOTE:  This story is a sequel to "White Trash" which is filed in the
"bestiality" section.
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"I don't think I should come over any more.  The things you do.  They're
kind of... gay."

The words sounded stiff and unnatural coming out of my mouth, and I
regretted them as soon as I said them.  The way Skip reacted, it was as
though I had slapped him across the face.  For the first time since I had
met him, the grin faded from his face.

"Oh," he said.  "Ok."  Then he turned and biked away so slowly it was a
wonder he didn't topple over sideways.

The truth is, it was really me I was worried might be "kind of gay".  The
dreams I had about Skip were getting more and more vivid.  Just last night
I'd dreamed I was out in the woods with a hundred naked Skips, and they
were doing all the strange sexual things I had seen him do, or he had told
stories about --jerking off dogs, fucking goats and his own brother, and a
host of other things too dirty to even think about.  At the end of the
dream, all the little Skips walked barefoot over my naked body, as my dick
swelled bigger and bigger until SPLURT! I stained another set of sheets.

Avoiding Skip didn't make things any better, however.  Instead, I found
myself daydreaming about him all day long.  To be frank, I missed his
company.  He was still the only boy around who would talk to me.

So it was with more relief than anything else that I saw him ride up to me
less than a day after I had warned him away.

"Hey!" he said excitedly.  "Come over to my house.  I have a surprise for
you!"

"What is it?" I asked warily.

He grinned his beautiful lopsided grin.  "You'll like it, I promise," he
said.  "It's not gay at all."

I really didn't need much coaxing, and soon I found myself entering Skip's
familiar messy trailer.  By now the very smell of it was enough to give me
an instant hard on.  Still, my heart was beating fast as I took a seat on
Skip's bed.  What new madness was he up to?

"Wait right here," he said, as he darted out of the room.  A moment later
he was back, dragging his sister Rosalyn by the hand.  Like Delmar, she was
dark-haired and sullen, but she had a certain attractiveness to her, like a
wild gypsy.  Like all the girls in the neighborhood, she was heavily made
up with dark eye-shadow, and never seen without a lit cigarette in one
hand.

"Hell no," she said.  "You didn't say it was the little nigger."

It seemed like a bad beginning to whatever it was.

"Come on!" said Skip.  "You promised."

Rosalyn sighed.  "Alright," she said.  "But just a hand job.  I don't like
black guys."

I felt a sense of panic as she came and sat next to me, but she seemed more
amused than anything else.

"Calm down," she said.  "I'm not gonna hurt ya.  You look like a scared
bunny rabbit."

I could smell her heavy perfume, and feel the warmth radiating from her
body.

"He doesn't even know what's going on, does he?" demanded Rosalyn.

Skip shook his head.  "It's a surprise."

Rosalyn sniffed, and stubbed her cigarette out on the carpet.

"Relax," she said.  "You'll like this."  As she spoke, she stuck her hand
under my shirt.  I let out a surprised eep at the feel of her fingers
against my belly.  But she wasn't planning to stop there.  Loosening my
pants, she wrapped her hand around my hard dick, which made me moan out.

As Skip might have planned, I was a loss what to do in this situation.
Clearly it was a sexual situation, which meant it was bad and dirty.  But
this time it was with a girl, and that was supposed to be good, right?

As my mind raced, Rosalyn tugged my dick free from my pants.  As she began
to tug it gently, Skip came and sat by me on the other side.  He was
staring at my dick, and massaging his own through his shorts.  Just having
him there sent another bolt of warmth to my dick, and the Rosalyn's hand
started to feel really good.

"You know, that's a pretty good sized dick for a kid your age," said
Rosalyn (not that she was much older than me and Skip).  She licked her
lips, and before I knew what she was doing, she had gone to her knees in
front of me.  Brushing her hair back away from her face, she leaned forward
and kissed my dickhead.  The feeling was incredible, especially when she
sucked me all the way in.  Clearly, she had done this, many times before.

What with one thing and another, it wasn't long before I came, a big sticky
load right into her mouth.  Then came the freakiest thing of all.

"Do you want it?" said Rosalyn.  Skip nodded.  Walking over, Rosalyn leaned
way over at the same time that Skip leaned back.  Opening her mouth, she
let my cum slide out and into Skip's waiting mouth.  As he swallowed on it,
his body jerked and a big wet spot appeared on his pants.

"Faggot," said Rosalyn affectionately.  Pulling another cigarette from
somewhere, she lit up as she left the room.

"You know, you're kinda cute after all," she said.  "Let me know if you
ever decide you like girls."

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I think if there's a lesson in all of this, it's to appreciate what you
have while you have it.  When you're a kid, you think everything will
always be the same, but every adult knows how life can change overnight.

That night I slept deeply and without dreams.  When I woke up the next
morning I felt refreshed and happy.  When I didn't see Skip by noon, I
decided to go by his trailer.  It was the first time I had sought him out
without him finding me first.

When I got there I was surprised to see boxes and pieces of furniture out
in front of the trailer.  A lot of people seemed to be running in and out.
No one took any notice of me as I went inside and located Skip stuffing
clothes into a bag in his room.  When he saw me, his face lit up, but soon
his happy expression was replaced by a look of sadness.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"We're moving," said Skip.

"What?" I said.

Skip grimaced.  "Mom's leavin' Dad again.  It might be for good this time.
She caught him messin' with my brother."

"Delmar?" I asked.  Skip shook his head silently, and I frowned.  Skip's
other brother was only nine.

"Hey," said Skip. "Let's get out of here."

"Okay," I said.  "Do you want to come over to my place?"

This was another first.  I had never invited anyone over to our own trailer
--mainly because my drunk hillbilly stepfather was always passed out on the
coach.

As we walked over, Skip held my hand, his hand hot and sweaty in mine.  For
once I didn't care that anyone might see or what they might think.  Now
that I was about to lose him, I suddenly realized how much Skip had come to
mean to me.  It wasn't even the sexual stuff --just his friendship.

We got back to my room and shut the door.  Compared to Skip's room, mine
was neat and empty.

"I want you to do somethin'" said Skip.

"What?" I asked.

Skip looked at me, his blue eyes staring into mine.  "Pretend I'm a girl,"
he said.

"What?" I said again.  But he didn't say anything else, just kissed me,
right on the lips.  As I stood there, frozen, he drew back for a moment.
"Pretend I'm a girl," he said again.

What I didn't tell him --couldn't tell him-- is that I didn't want to
pretend he was a girl.  I already loved him as a boy.  I loved the musky
smell of his underarms, and his lopsided grin.  I loved his flat chest and
tight belly. I loved the mischief in his eyes and the way his pants would
mysteriously bulge out every time he saw me.  I couldn't tell him any of
that, but I did kiss him again, stepping forward and enfolding him in my
arms, so that his hot body melted against mine.

"Pretend," Skip murmered again, as I laid him down on my hard little twin
bed.  The only thing he was wearing was his shorts, so when I pulled those
off, he was absolutely naked, and unbelievably beautiful, the blond-haired
boy of everyone's dreams.  As he lay there, I ran my hand down the length
of his body, and laughed at the contrast between the darkness of my skin
and the paleness of his.

Skip laughed too, and tugged at my pants button.  I wasn't resisting this
time, and soon I was as naked as he was.  I wish I could have seen us there
at that moment, two young boys in the first bloom of adolescence, one
colored dark brown and the other a sunkissed peach, naked and erect, our
legs intertwined and our dicks pushing against one another like puppies.

"Fuck me," Skip whispered.  "I want you to be the one."

"What?" I whispered back.  "You mean you never..."

He shook his head, and he lifted his golden legs up in the air.

Suddenly I was overcome by a wave of lust.  Grabbing my little bottle of
wanking lotion, I greased my black dick and rammed it home, pushing my way
inside his tight little ring.

"Oh!" Skip cried out, as I slammed into him, stroke after stroke.  It was
like nothing I had imagined, this being inside my best friend, filling his
white body over and over with my black manhood, and watching his beautiful
body twist and writh underneath me.  Everything else in the world was
forgotten, as our bodies became one: Skip's family, my drunken stepfather,
my mother working her double shift, the boxes on Skip's lawn.  The only
thing in the world was us, until inevitably, it happened.

The sensations pushed me over the edge, and I launched a wave of sperm deep
into his gut.  At the exact same time, Skip cried out and released a hot
spurt of his own, mixing sticky jism with the sweat between our bodies.

I don't know how long we stayed there in my dark hot room, but it was
enough time for us to go for a second and a third round, and to eventually
fall asleep, naked, sticky, and together.  Finally, however, as the light
from outside started to fade, Skip roused himself.

"I better git," he said.  "They'll be lookin' for me."

I was too exhausted to do anything but watch him as he pulled back on his
shorts, and headed towards the door.  As he reached it, he turned and
looked back at me.

"I'm glad we done this," he said.  "Now you'll never forget me."

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*whew!* I hope you enjoyed this story.  If you did, please write and tell
me, because I write erotica strictly for the fans.  You may also enjoy my
others, including,

bestiality/white-trash
gay/interracial/farmboys-and-ghettoboyz
bisexual/highschool/day-of-the-boner
gay/interracial/the-virgin
gay/interracial/i-aint-gay
gay/interracial/bryce-the-prick
gay/highschool/junior-varsity-stars