{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1503;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\qc\b\f0\fs28 Sweet Home Alabama\par \par \fs20 Part II, All in the Family\par \b0\i By Andrew J. Mellon\par \pard\i0\par \ldblquote Concentrate\'85\rdblquote Jamie told herself.\par \par \ldblquote Oooo, what sexy clothes, maybe Ms. Betsy will give me some clothes like that. Ah just love lookin\rquote sexy.\rdblquote Jamie Lynn blurted out as she read People.\par \par \ldblquote Con\'85concentrate\'85\rdblquote Jamie told herself again.\par \par \ldblquote Oooo, George Clooney, ah just love George Clooney to pieces. He is such a hunk!\rdblquote Jamie Lynn said aloud.\par \par \ldblquote Concentrate!\rdblquote Jamie pleaded again to herself.\par \par \ldblquote Ole Georgey with a nine incher\'85mmmm now that would be mighty fine, wouldn\rquote t it, Susie Jane?\rdblquote\par \par Susie Jane loosened her fixation on the football game she was watching to answer. \ldblquote Girl, whatcha talkin\rquote bout. George Clooney ain\rquote t nuthin\rquote but a fag. Get yourself a real man.\rdblquote Susan returned to the game, not because she liked the sport, she couldn\rquote t understand it like many things, she just loved seeing all those men run around in tight pants. She savored the bunn shots and imagined stroking one.\par \par There was more going on in Susan\rquote s brain than lust for a linebacker\rquote s ass. Jamie could see the struggle in Susan\rquote s eyes: the Harvard-schooled lawyer was fighting Betsy May\rquote s conditioning with all the mental energy she possessed and still she could not break free. Somehow Jamie knew that Susan had been a strong willed woman in her original persona; if she could not break free of Betsy May\rquote s control, what chance did Jamie have?\par \par \ldblquote Bullshit!\rdblquote Jamie Lynn retorted as she turned a page and became entranced by television stars dressed up for the Emmies. She took a final drag on her cigarette, stamped it out and started another. Jamie hated smoking; Jamie Lynn could hardly live without it. Jamie Lynn could also do with some beer or liquor, but Betsy May didn\rquote t keep that stuff in the house though somtimes her customers brought some over to party.\par \par The sound of bubblegum popping momentarily distracted Jamie Lynn. She looked over at Kimmy Sue who was absently chewing gum; her eyes betrayed the vacuousness of her mind. Betsy May\rquote s reduction of Kimmy Sueto a bitch in mind, a sex starved human beast, had broken her completely: she was Kimmy Sue now and forever. The life of the stockbroker she once had been was gone forever. Both Jamie and Susan knew if they stayed here much longer, they would be just like her.\par \par Betsy May\rquote s conditioning could be broken, Susan and Kim had done it only to be reduced again before they could escape. After that, their captor made a special effort to refresh the conditioning of all her girls. But after a few weeks Betsy May got sloppy; the refreshing became less and less frequent. Maybe Betsy May just forgot (she wasn\rquote t too bright herself) or maybe she was planning to slap her girls down just has they came close to shedding their bimboization (she was that devious). Whatever the reason, Jamie Lynn found her old consciousness slowly being able to reassert itself. Not by much though: it was as if she were underwater and only her lips had pierced the surface.\par \par \ldblquote Hey girls! How are y\rquote all.\rdblquote Betsy May chirped as she entered the house. Two men were right behind her. Jamie knew one of them: Wes, the man that had used her so expertly on her first day at Betsy May\rquote s, the man that made her scream she was a slut and made her believe it. Jamie hated him and Jamie Lynn loved him for it.\par \par Jamie Lynn jumped up and slid over to Wes, pressing her chest against his. Jamie cringed mentally inside her head, competing with the feelings of desire that Jamie Lynn savored as she felt his arm around her waist and she slid a hand up and down his crotch.\par \par Jamie held on to the toehold of control even as she let Jamie Lynn go full throttle. She had to act as she was expected to act; if she let Betsy May suspect that she was reasserting herself, her captor would cast her consciousness back into the abyss from which it had clawed its way out.\par \par \ldblquote Hey sugah,\rdblquote Jamie Lynn told Wes in deep voice, licking her lips slowly and batting her lashes. \ldblquote Long time no see.\rdblquote\par \par Wes laughed harshly.\par \par \ldblquote Yeah, you\rquote ll have to show how much you missed me, babe.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Susie Jane, Betsy May, go with these fine gentlemen and treat \lquote em right nice. Me and Kimmy have somewhere to go.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote That Kimmy Sue will make a fine Pit Bull girl, Betsy May, mighty fine.\rdblquote Wes told Betsy May, \ldblquote We\rquote ll have these two back to you tomorrow after we\rquote ve gotten some use out of them.\rdblquote\par \par Jamie had heard the Pit Bull mentioned before in Betsy May\rquote s house. By its description, it was what was euphemistically called a "gentleman's club." As with most euphemisms there were more accurate names for the establishment: strip bar and whorehouse.\par \par Wes led Jamie Lynn out to a blue Camero. They let the other couple sit in the back and then got in. Wes gunned the car and sped off into the darkness.\par \par Jamie smiled stupidly at Wes while the other man groped the giggling Susie Jane.\par \par \ldblquote I can get through this.\rdblquote She told herself. \ldblquote I won\rquote t be kept down.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote I know what your thinking.\rdblquote Wes told her.\par \par \ldblquote Huh?\rdblquote Jamie Lynn responded.\par \par \ldblquote I said I know what your thinking. If Betsy May did her job right, she should have let the old you out of your bottle just a bit.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Ah dunno whacha mean.\rdblquote Jamie Lynn told him as a coolness crept up her spine.\par \par \ldblquote Oh sure you do, sweetheart. Betsy May could squash your brain like a bug if she wanted to. She likes to give bitches like you a little leash so you can run a bit. Think on your own a little, like you were and then smack you down into what you are. Its like when I go fishing off the Georgia coast. You give the fish some line so he can tire himself before reeling him in. She lets me play too.\rdblquote\par \par Susie May leaned forward pushing a bottle of Southern Comfort in front of Jamie Lynn.\par \par \ldblquote Tee hee, gonna have fun tonight hon, have a suck.\rdblquote She tittered\par \par Jamie took a long drink. The sickeningly sweet drink burned her throat. She coughed a little, handed the bottle back and lit up a cigarette.\par \par \ldblquote Yeah, you\rquote re probably thinkin\rquote `Oh I ain\rquote t gonna play that game.\rdblquote You better play sweetheart. Cuz if you aren\rquote t interesting, Betsy May loses interest and when she loses interest, she gets rid of you. Like your friend Kimmy. She dumbs you down so much she don\rquote t need to do it again. You\rquote ll be so stupid you can\rquote t string words into a sentence. Oh yeah, she makes you permanently horny as a bitch in heat. That way the Pit Bull gets a use out of ya.\rdblquote\par \par Jamie Lynn took a long drag on her cigarette.\par \par \rdblquote Yeah, fucking you is fun,\rdblquote Wes mused. \ldblquote But breaking you down is icing on the cake.\rdblquote\par \par Wes\rquote room was dark, a large platform bed, with posts on each corner, dominated most of the space; black light posters with the Stars and Bars, skulls and Southern slogans covered the walls.\par \par Jamie tried to maintain composure. She wanted to run; she wanted to fall on the bed and spread her legs. Jamie and Jamie Lynn were sparring with oneanother. Wes let her alone a while, to just watch her; like a hunter getting ready to fire the shot that takes down the doe in his sights.\par \par She sipped a glass of Southern Comfort, idly inspecting the surroundings.\par \par In an instant, he was there behind her, his breath falling on her neck, his hands gently on her sides, nakedly exposed by her cut off t-shirt. Her skin tingled with Goosebumps.\par \par \ldblquote Tell me what you are. Tell me what you want.\rdblquote He whispered.\par \par \ldblquote No!\rdblquote She hissed. That was a mistake; he wanted resistance. It excited him. How much it excited him she could tell as his crotch was pressed up against her back.\par \par He spun her around; she was like a doll in his powerful arms. He kissed his way down her chest, pulling down her shorts and delivered short bursts of breath on her thong covered crotch. She watched helplessly and swooned. The bastard, the fucking bastard! He was so fucking smooth. If he would just fuck her and get it over with she could get through this. But no, he wanted to make her suffer as he pushed her under; he wanted to dominate her totally, mentally and physically.\par \par \ldblquote Tell me what you are.\rdblquote He whispered again. He swept her onto the bed, lifting off her t-shirt, unclasping her bra, then drawing off her thong. His powerful form kneeled over her, as he kissed and licked her curves, playfully drawing out moans and sighs.\par \par \ldblquote Oh mah gaaaaawwwwd\'85oh maaaaahhhh gaaaaaaawwwd!\rdblquote She wept. It felt so good, he made it so good. And he was so bad, only a bad person could want this from someone like this. It was like he tearing away the onion-like layers was exposing who she really was.\par \par \ldblquote Uhhhh\'85please\'85ah\'85ah\rquote ll do anythin\rquote\'85just\'85don\rquote t\'85ohhhhh\'85fuck me\'85fuck me\'85\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote You\rquote ve told me what you want, now tell me what you are!\rdblquote\par \par Suddenly, he grew harsh, grabbing an arm and lashing it to one of the posts with a bit of rope. Quickly the other limbs were tied to the other posts; she lay before him spread-eagled and completely at his mercy. She strained at the ropes, letting them dig into her skin. The pain made her cry out.\par \par He undid his pants; he took of his shirt, he stood naked before her, his prick bobbing from the sight of her. She couldn\rquote t look away; she wanted that dick, to taste, to feel it, oh were these her feelings, were they Jamie Lynn\rquote s she couldn\rquote t tell, all there was in her was desire, unleashed and uncontained, and she was its servant.\par \par \ldblquote Betsy May told me all about you. You\rquote re some prudish Midwestern girl. Keep your cunt clamped and are afraid of being touched. Don\rquote t drink, don\rquote t smoke, don\rquote t fuck. That\rquote s you isn\rquote t it?\par \par He said this with his head pressed close to hers, his alcohol-stained breath bathing her face. She squirmed and tugged. That was her, that was what had been, he was right, that was Jamie. But now something in her did not want to be that way, she wanted to drink, to smoke and, especially, to fuck. That was Jamie Lynn; the personality was ready to explode out of her. With her last reservoir of strength she tried to fight it. She quivered as his tongue waltzed across her breasts; she writhed as he lifted up her waist by her buttocks and toyed with her dripping cunt with his own lips, his tongue stroking her engorged clit. Her body was betraying her, the warmth of ecstasy was seizing every pore, every cell of her being. And yet he would not let her cum.\par \par \ldblquote Ohhh\'85fuck\'85fuck me please fuck me\'85please\'85ah\rquote ll do anything!\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote You ain\rquote t no prude any more are you?\rdblquote He hissed at her as he worked her.\par \par \ldblquote No..noooo\'85.\rdblquote He was right, the only thing she wanted was that hard piece of meat in her, driving into her like a battering ram, cleaving her cunt walls and driving her mad.\par \par \ldblquote What are you?\rdblquote\par \par Was he going to make her say it, if she admitted it, she knew what would follow. She would totally lose control, she would be gone, there would only be Jamie Lynn. She would be a passive observer in her own body as she acted the total dumb slut, subservient to anybody, man or woman, for a fuck.\par \par \ldblquote What are you?\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Awww shit!\rdblquote\par \par The sound of him sucking her juices added to the joy he sent to her via her throbbing hot crotch. She wanted so badly to squeeze her tits, they were so hard she thought they might explode.\par \par \ldblquote Ah\rquote m a slut, ah\rquote m a slut, ah\rquote m Jamie Lynn, a slut, and whore!!!!\rquote She shouted it as an affirmation. It excited her to admit; it added to the ecstasy.\par \par Wes, smiled and then drove into Jamie Lynn, his slut and whore, banishing Jamie into oblivion.\par \par Someone was slapping her face, Jamie groaned. That brought another slap.\par \par \ldblquote Jesus leave me alone you goddamned, redneck, cracker, son of a bitch!\rdblquote Jamie cried out.\par \par \ldblquote What the hell?\rdblquote Jamie thought to herself. As Jamie Lynn she could never had uttered that sentence. Something was different.\par \par She opened her eyes; Susan standing over her. Her face showed the dogged determination of who she was in real life, not the blank television watching slate she was under Betsy May\rquote s control.\par \par \ldblquote Good, your back!\rdblquote Susan said exultantly.\par \par Jamie rubbed her head, \ldblquote What the fuck\'85ah mean\'85ah\rquote m me! Mostly me\'85Still talking like a hick.\rdblquote\par \par Susan pulled her up. She spoke with a slight southern lilt, but not the full blown accent she had as Susie Jane.\ldblquote That\rquote s the alcohol. If you drink enough, it weakens your conditioning when you get your hangorver. I discovered that with Kim after a party here."\par \par Jamie tried to remember the night before. She drank continually inbetween screwing individually and various combinations of Wes, Wes\rquote friend and Susie Jane before blacking out.\par \par \ldblquote You planned this to happen, didn\rquote t you! You were feeding me drinks all night. How did you get enough control to do that?\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote We were turned into Southern bimbo tramps. Southern bimbo tramps like to drink. Its easy to assert control when the needs of the mind-fucked you and the real you are the same.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Great, now what do we do?\rdblquote\par \par Susan held up Wes\rquote car keys and a wad of cash.\par \par \ldblquote Wes and his buddy got so heavily medicated last night they won\rquote t be up for hours. Lets get the fuck out of here!\rdblquote\par \par Jamie dressed hurriedly as she made her way out the door of Wes\rquote house. Susan was fumbling with the keys at the Camero when she turned to Jamie with a crestfallen look.\par \par \ldblquote Damn, the mind-fucking has been weakened, but its still there. I ain\rquote t so smart as I used to be. Can you drive?\rdblquote\par \par Jamie shrugged. \ldblquote Ah used to be able to\'85which pedal does which now?\rdblquote\par \par Susan threw the keys into a bush.\par \par \ldblquote Come on, we got to get away from here fast. Its risky but lets get a ride to town the ole fashioned way.\rdblquote\par \par The two hit the road, jamming out their thumbs and flashing their legs to get a car to pick them up. It wasn\rquote t long before a car slowed down to answer their prayers. A jovial older man in overalls waved them in: Susan took the passenger seat and Jamie got in back..\par \par \ldblquote Where can ah take you ladies.\rdblquote He asked with a broad smile.\par \par Susan stammered a plea, \ldblquote Mister, you got to get us out of this county, out of this state! We\rquote ve been taken prisoner by this bit\'85girl\'85and she makes us do the most awful things. I am a lawyer from up north, my friend\rquote s from the Midwest, and we need help, we need to get out of here, otherwise that girl will take us back.\rdblquote\par \par The man\rquote s face grew grave, not out of concern for the plight of the women but out of the realization that his role as the good Samaritan had landed him a couple of con artists, harlots, nut cases or all of the above.\par \par \ldblquote You\rquote re a lawyer. And she is from the Midwest.\rdblquote He said slowly, skeptically.\par \par \ldblquote I know it sounds strange but you got to believe us, we\rquote re in danger. I\rquote ve got money. I\rquote ll pay you.\par \par \ldblquote Honey, if you\rquote re a lawyer, what\rquote s the name of the guy who runs a trial.\rdblquote\par \par Susan knew that answer, it was so simple, like one plus one, but the information in her brain was scattered by the conditioning. The concept she tried to muster was like a wraith: she couldn\rquote t lasso it to bring it beyond the tip of her tongue.\par \par \ldblquote A ref!\rdblquote She yelled. It was as close to the answer as she was going to get, she only knew it because she had been watching a game the day before, and she figured a shot in the dark was better than no answer at all.\par \par \ldblquote Mmmmhmmm. And Missy,\rdblquote He cocked his head at Jamie. \ldblquote If you\rquote re from the Midwest which state are you from?\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Georgia!\rdblquote She blurted out. It was the only state she could recall aside from the one she was living in: Alabama.\par \par \ldblquote I thought so.\rdblquote The man said with a disappointed voice. \ldblquote Look, I don\rquote t know what you ladies are up to, but I don\rquote t want any part of it. I\rquote ll drop you off in the center of town.\rdblquote\par \par The man was as good as his word, letting Jamie and Susan off at the town square of a sleepy, but sizable town.\par \par \ldblquote Shit! What do we do now?\rdblquote Susan exclaimed.\par \par \ldblquote Don\rquote t you know?\rdblquote Jamie asked.\par \par \ldblquote I\'85I\'85I never thought this far ahead.\rdblquote Susan replied sadly. Jamie understood. In their mental state, there was only so far they could think. Betsy May\rquote s girls only thought in the present, if they thought at all. Long term planning was beyond them.\par \par \ldblquote We could hitch again.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Naw\'85too dangerous. Hey, look over there. That Greyhound symbol on that sign and that arrow. There must be a bus station here! Come on, lets catch a bus.\rdblquote\par \par Jamie and Susan strode down the street in the direction the sign told them to go. In their tight cut of t\rquote s and their short shorts they were an obvious distraction to the town\rquote s inhabitants. Glares fueled by lust, appreciation or disapproval followed them as they went. They could feel the looks; the stares touched off something inside of them. They started waving their hips and shaking their assess as the moved. Occasionally they giggled, making their breasts jiggle. They tried to gain control of themselves, but it was nearly impossible.\par \par \ldblquote Shit,\rdblquote Jamie whispered. \ldblquote I\'85.ah\'85trying to stay in control. Its so hard. If someone comes up and hits on me I am just gonna offer him my bod!\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Hold on, its not that far\'85I can\'85see the station up ahead!\rdblquote\par \par The two picked up the pace, scrambling for a schedule posted on the station wall to find out which was the next bus out of town. The destination was irrelevant; as long as it was some place far away from here. They both scanned the schedule, furrowed their brows and moved their lips as if they were mouthing the words.\par \par \ldblquote Fuck!\rdblquote Jamie said. \ldblquote Is this dang thang in English? Ah can\rquote t read a goddarn thang!\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Shit! Betsy May dumbed us down so much we can\rquote t read!\rdblquote Susan growled.\par \par Jamie gasped. Susan was right. Sure she had read magazines back at Betsy May\rquote s but at some point she had stopped reading the words; she just looked at the pictures. She had never realized her ability to read had been taken from her.\par \par \ldblquote Well, gaaaawd damn. Lets just ask someone then!\rdblquote\par \par Jamie and Susan ran for a ticket window.\par \par \ldblquote What\rquote s the next bus out of town!?\rdblquote She demanded.\par \par \ldblquote Shit, ah need a smoke bad! Oh man, I\rquote m losing it!\rdblquote Jamie blurted out.\par \par \ldblquote I reckon that\rquote s the 10:15 to Mobile.\rdblquote The ticket agent responded leisurely.\par \par \ldblquote Two tickets!\rdblquote Susan cried out pulling out the cash.\par \par \ldblquote That will be $50.\rdblquote The agent replied.\par \par Susan started counting the bills, stopped, and started counting again. She repeated this action three times.\par \par \ldblquote Oh sweet Jesus, I can\rquote t count no more neither!\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Hey, check out that guy, ain\rquote t he cute?\rdblquote Jamie mused.\par \par Susan took hold of her friend.\par \par \ldblquote Come on girl! Get a hold of yourself. Can you count!?\rdblquote\par \par Jamie took the bills and tried to concentrate. She couldn\rquote t add past 10.\par \par \ldblquote Doggone it, ah can\rquote t do no figuring no more!\rdblquote She moaned.\par \par Susan grabbed the money and put it down on the counter, jumping up and down in impatience as the agent counted it up.\par \par Jamie froze as a hand clamped around her shoulder.\par \par \ldblquote Jamie!\rdblquote\par \par Jamie knew that voice, she spun around to face her brother Robert. She threw herself into his strong arms.\par \par \ldblquote Jamie, where the hell have you been?\rdblquote He cried out with emotion. \ldblquote When you didn\rquote t check in from New Orleans I figured something happened. I traced your path here from Atlanta.\rdblquote He looked her over, bewildered by her shorts and tight t-shirt. He had always known his sister to dress conservatively; seeing her like this was a surprise.\par \par Susan intervened on the reunion.\par \par \ldblquote Do you have a car!?\rdblquote She nearly yelled at Robert.\par \par \ldblquote Sure. Who are you?\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Come on, lets go!\rdblquote\par \par Susan pushed the two out of the bus station toward where Robert had parked his car. They nearly bowled Betsy May and Wes over as they exited.\par \par \ldblquote Well, well, well, what have we here.\rdblquote Betsy May said in her maliciously honeyed voice. \ldblquote See I told you Wes, they always go for the bus station.\rdblquote\par \par Susan tried to bolt; Betsy May cocked an eye and she froze. Robert tried to protest only to find he too could not move. Finally, Jamie felt Betsy May\rquote s presence reach into her mind and all went black.\par \par \ldblquote Ah am Jamie Lynn\'85ah be Jamie Lynnn\'85Ah be Jamie Lynn\rdblquote Jamie repeated mechanically, standing rigidly straight, her body nude, her eyes batting to the right and left, as Betsy May restored her conditioned persona to dominance. Susie Jane had been likewise restored and was watching t.v., giggling childishly at cartoons. Robert was being held within Betsy May\rquote s power, standing like a statue at her side, completely naked as well.\par \par \ldblquote Dawggone, Ms. Betsy, can ah have a smoke.\rdblquote Jamie wailed, \ldblquote Ah haven\rquote t had a smoke in a coon\rquote s age.\rdblquote\par \par Betsy May wagged a finger at Jamie Lynn. \ldblquote Now now, Jamie Lynn, you\rquote ve been a bad girl. Bad girl\rquote s get punished. You be good and maybe I\rquote ll let you have a cigarette sometime soon.\rdblquote\par \par Jamie Lynn pouted. \ldblquote Ah be good Ms. Betsy\'85ah promise ah be good from now on. Cross mah heart.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote We\rquote ll see. Now what should we do with your dear brother.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Aw, Ms. Betsy, he ain\rquote t done you no harm. Just let him be.\rdblquote Jamie Lynn pleaded.\par \par \ldblquote I can\rquote t let him go sugah. I mean, he\rquote ll just come back for you. He has to be dealt with.\rdblquote\par \par She raised an eyebrow. Robert bent his head back and declared, \ldblquote I am Robert Buske, I am Robert Buske, I am Robert Buske\'85I\'85Ah\'85Ah am Rob\'85Ah be Bobby\'85Ah be Bobby Joe\'85Ah be Bobby Joe\'85Ah be Bobby Joe.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Not much resistance in old Robert.\rdblquote Betsy May declared laughingly. She released him from her control.\par \par Bobby Joe\rquote s body slackened and he rubbed his eyes.\par \par \ldblquote Howdy Miss Betsy,\rdblquote Bobby Joe declared slowly. Then he eyed Jamie Lynn with a strange look. \ldblquote Howdy Siss. You are right purty. You are.\rdblquote His penis strengthened in an erection.\par \par \ldblquote No!\rdblquote Jamie Lynn gasped. \ldblquote It ain\rquote t right. It ain\rquote t right. Don\rquote t let him do it, Miss Betsy!\rdblquote\par \par Bobby Joe staggered forward; Jamie Lynn gazed at him in horror.\par \par \ldblquote Oh, no, I think its high time for a proper family reunion, don\rquote t you?\rdblquote Betsy May replied with obvious delight.\par \par Bobby Joe pressed his body against Jamie Lynn\rquote s, she found herself secretly thrilled by the rugged texture of his muscles. Hadn\rquote t she always? Wasn\rquote t this some deep dark desire suppressed within her, that was released by her conditioning, her inability to think properly, her inability to control her urges?\par \par \ldblquote No\'85Bobby\'85we is kin\'85it ain\rquote t right.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Is too right\'85we keeping stuff in the family. Suck me sis, suck me!\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Oh\'85Bobby\'85Bobby\'85No,\rdblquote She groaned as she slid to her knees before him, his thick rod horizontal to the ground, throbbing out of a nest of red pubic hair. He pressed her head against it. She smelled his musk, a tear of precum, hanging from the tip, it was so inviting, her thighs, her stomach, her breasts were alit with want.\par \par \ldblquote Bobby Joe\'85please\'85don\rquote t\'85can\rquote t\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Suck me sisssss\'85suck me\'85\rdblquote\par \par Jamie Lynn\rquote s body was electric with feeling, her hands were groping out to his powerful thighs, his sculpted ass, she felt him, she kissed his dick, she wrapped her lips around it slowly and then took it fully within.\par \par Bobby ran his hands through Jamie Lynn\rquote s red hair, their gray green eyes met, telling each other of their desire for this forbidden moment.\par \par \ldblquote Fuck sis, ah is gonna cum, lets do this right, in the bedroom.\rdblquote\par \par He swept Jamie Lynn into his arms and carried her into the next room, laying her on the bed, facing the large mirror over it. Jamie Lynn gazed at herself, her long body, her birdlike breasts, her cunt glistening in the light. Bobby Joe was spreading her legs and dipping his head into her crotch, savoring her clit, kissing it, playing with it. She arched her back, gritting her teeth, squeezing her breasts tightly.\par \par So this is what Betsy May had made her, a hot Southern slut eager to fuck her own brother. It was wrong she told herself, so wrong, her baby brother, but, damn, it felt so good!\par \par Bobby Joe licked his way up the crevice of Jamie\rquote Lynn\rquote s tight stomach, past her hard nipples, to plunge his tongue into her mouth. She tasted her own juices mixed with his saliva. Jamie Lynn\rquote s resistance crumbled completely; she wanted this man, she wanted to be fucked by this man, because the fucking was so wonderful. That was all that mattered, not the past, not taboo, not \ldblquote nothin\rquote\rdblquote .\par \par Jamie Lynn\rquote s cunt was ready for Bobby Joe\rquote s impalement, it wrapped around his cock tightly. How long they rocked together, their waists and thighs gyrating in unison, they did not know. Their climax was intense and exhausting: they both cried out as they reached the limit and then let go.\par }