Kenny Jacobs stood in the shade cast by the detached garage in the door yard for a brief pause. Nine in the morning and already a sweltering summer day. Insects broke the calm silence as the heat of the day mounted and already the humidity had caused his shirt to become nearly soaked through.

He pulled the leather work gloves tight on his hands and went back to clearing out the side yard of the house. Years of neglect had left the patch of earth devoid of grass but completely overgrown with vines, weeds, poison ivy, saplings, sticker bushes and a whole host of other scrub plants. Sweat poured from his forehead as he cursed his father-in-law. His mother had met and fallen for the man years ago while Ken had been in college. Tim Tomlinson had moved in with his new wife, Marie, Kenneth's mother, and was a nice enough fellow from some backwater town in the north country of Missouri.

Chillicothee, or some such town, Kenny didn't dare try to spell it. After he'd graduated from college, his mother had decided to leave the lights of Chicago for a while and live in the country with her husband. The house had not been lived in for five or six years, and while it was in relatively good shape, the yard had been completely invaded by all manner of plants.

Plants, Kenny had realized upon arrival to spend part of his summer here, that had become his responsibility to eradicate.

He'd tried a weed eater already, but the growth was too thick even for the tough plastic cable. He was toting a sling blade now on his shoulder he had just sharpened in Tim's work shop.

As full of junk the shop contained, Kenny liked being in there. There were boxes of tools and odds and ends that Tim had collected through the course of his life.

He started back in at the growth, swinging the large blade at the plant matter and muttering movie quotes under his breath.

"Some folks call it a Kaiser blade, I call it a slingblade, mmm hmmm."


His head snapped up as his mother called to him.


She came around the side of the house in a sun dress carrying a small cooler.

"Tim and I are heading out, we'll be back in a week."

"Okay mom." Kenny said, taking a long pull off a large bottle of Gatorade.

"The emergency numbers are on the fridge, and no parties."

"Jesus, Mom, I'm not f******n, I think I'll manage." He said, giving her a hug goodbye. They were taking a camper down to Smithville Lake for a week of camping because apparently living in Po-dunk, USA wasn't country enough.

"Oh for God's sake, you're covered in sweat!" She said after a brief hug goodbye.

"It is a little hot out here." He said, picking the blade back up. He hoped to be done by lunch, then he had the place to himself for the rest of the week with nothing to do. He planned on enjoying every second of it.

"Alright, we'll see you later, sweety."

"Bye Mom, have fun." He said, and watched her leave. Turning back to the yard, he grimaced at the foliage and took up the blade once more.

"I'ma get me some of 'dem biscuits wit da' mustard, mmm hmmm."

By noon the yard was all but cleared, and he was pushing a large pile of the tangled plant debris to the burn pile. It was blazing hot now, and he'd been chugging water from the hose like crazy and now was fighting the urge to urinate. Storm clouds looked to be building up, so he wanted to get done before it started raining. The idea of dropping trowel there and just going never crossed his mind.

He'd gotten the stuff on the pile when he heard a car horn beep from the front of the house. His curiosity got his mind off the call of nature as he went around the side of the house to investigate.

"Oh shit." He muttered to himself. There in the gravel driveway was Abbey's cherry red Chevy Cavalier. And it looked as though Liz was with her. s****rs from Tim's b*****r Nate, technically his cousins. He had only met them once before he had come to Tim's with his mother this summer, they had been 14 then. Now, four years later, they had constantly nagged him about coming out and partying with them. He had finally succumbed and let them take him to a bon fire party two weeks ago, where they had begged him to buy them booze, then both out-drank him on moonshine and left him asl**p on Tim's driveway at four o'clock in the morning in nothing but his boxers. He'd had a sneaking suspicion that a lot more went on from what they'd told him.

As far as he was concerned they were crazy; a pair of loud mouth trouble makers. He tried to keep his distance from them, but they seemed bound and determined to stay under his skin either to just annoy him or to fulfill some form of weird self indulged entertainment. When they saw him they stepped out of the car.

Both were about five foot even, skinny, and each wore a pair of tiny track shorts, white track tee-shirts with CHS stenciled across the front and an over sized pair of sunglasses. At this distance they were virtually indistinguishable save for their hair. Abbey had a long wash or dirty blond hair that she never wore up, Liz had a short crop of thick black hair that framed her cute face.

Maneaters, was all Kenny could think of. He pitied the men at the college they would be heading off to come September.

"What's up Ken-doll?" Abbey shouted up the driveway. Kenny grimaced. This had become their nickname for him since they stripped him down that night at the party. They had told him he'd stripped himself, and never took off the boxers, but he had his suspicions, especially since he had awoke that morning with his underwear on backwards.

The fact that he was a looming six-foot tall lacrosse player didn't improve their taunts either.

"Not much." He answered.

"Where's Uncle Tim?"

"You missed him by a couple hours, he and my mom went to Smithville for the week."

"Son of a bitch." She sighed, "Really?"

"Really really." He answered, "Why?"

"Oh, I was going to see if he'd change the oil in Phyllis today."


"Yeah." She said, gesturing to her car.

"You named your car Phyllis?"

Abbey gave him a 'D-uh' look. Liz spoke up at that point.

"Hey, you're a guy, right?"

"Oh you are a funny one." He shot back at her.

"No, I mean, you know how to change oil in a car, right?"

Kenny thought about saying no, but that would just add more fuel to the Ken-doll fire.

"Yes." He begrudgingly admitted.

"Do you think you could change the oil in Phyllis?"

He pondered for a long second.

"An oil change?" He asked.


"Do you have all the stuff? Filter, oil?"

"Yes and yes."

Ken sighed heavily, "Bring it around to the work shop, I can change it for you."

Abbey drove the car into the workshop while Kenny scoured the room for tools he would need. The shed was hotter than outside, the aluminum walls and roof had turned it into what felt like an oven. As he searched along a workbench he spotted a dirt covered window with a small air conditioner in it. He cranked it on to max and the ancient unit rumbled to life, sending a puff of dust straight into his face.

"You guys owe me big for this." He said as he wiped the grime from his sweaty face, the cold air felt good, though it carried an odor of stagnat water.

He continued to paw through tool boxes and under tables until he found a set of sockets and a ratchet and an oil filter wrench. There was one thing he wasn't finding, however.

"I don't see a jack anywhere." He said. Tim had to have one, this workshop had two of everything, but he could not find a jack anywhere.

"I have one in the trunk." Abbey said, walking around Phyllis. When she produced it, Kenny rolled his eyes.

"What?" She protested.

"You're fucking crazy if you think I'm crawling under your car with nothing but a scissor jack holding it up."

"What's wrong with this?"

"There's a reason they call those widow makers."

"Well how else are we supposed to change the goddamn oil?" Abbey was getting frustrated.

Kenny sighed, "find me a cinder block or something to set the strut on."

"What?" Liz and Abbey asked in stereo.

"Nothing, I'll fucking get it." He swore, strolling past them, a string of curses trailing behind him as the girls giggled.

He found no cinder blocks, something else he was surprised Tim didn't have. If you couldn't count on hillbillies to have car jacks and cinder blocks around, what could you count on them for? He found a pile of bricks that were too small, so he settled for a thick log of hedge-tree he'd found on an ancient wood pile.

He made his way back to the workshop and tossed the log to the floor where the bark exploded off of the thick wood-chunk.

"Give me the jack." He said, taking the tiny thing and sliding it under the frame of the driver's side door.

He spun the lever, lifting the car to the desired height and slipped the wood under the strut.

Satisfied, he grabbed an oil pan and the wrenches and slid on the dirty concrete floor under the car. Hopefully he could get this done quickly.

He could hear the girls muffled conversation under the car, they would burst out into random fits of giggles every so often, and he couldn't help thinking they were laughing at him.

Pushing the thought from his head, he unscrewed the oil plug too fast and it fell into the oil pan along with a thick stream of black oil.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed.

"Everything all right down there, stud?"

He didn't bother answering, moving to the oil filter.

It took some doing, but he finally got it loosened and replaced with the new one. Once the oil was completely drained, he prodded the contents of the oil pan as best he could laying on his back until he found the oil plug and picked it up, trying to keep as much oil off his hands. He replaced the oil covered plug back into its place and tightened it up as best he could.

"All right," he said finally, "Pop the hood."

Abbey stepped over him and opened the door, leaning in to pull the handle for the hood release near the pedals.

That was all it took.

Kenny heard what sounded like metal grinding on rock, and looked down to see that was exactly what it was. The jack was folding at a weird angle from the shift in weight. His eyes went wide in alarm as the car's weight settled on the log, which quickly splintered and shattered, the rotted wood didn't stand a chance.

Frozen in shock, he watched the under carriage sink closer and closer to his face. A weight started pressing in his mid-section and he squeezed his eyes closed.

He opened them a second later when the noise stopped and the weight coming down on him stopped as well. The car's under carriage was about an inch from his nose, and the side of the car was pressing down on his stomach, just above his belt, but it was not crushing, but it did have him pinned and unable to move.

"Kenny!" Liz and Abbey shouted, looking under the car.

"I'm okay." He said, trying to slide out, move, do anything, but to no avail.

"I'm stuck." He said finally, "Can you jack the car back up?"

"The jack's all fucked up, Kenny, it looks like someone bent it half." Liz called under the car.

"Someone did bend it in half; Phyllis." He said, "Abbey, your car is a cunt. Look for another jack, something, please." He had a quick flash of an idea. His car was outside, but then he remembered he had lent his jack to a friend a year ago and had never gotten it back.

He waited under the car listening to their feet as they scampered across the shop floor. A few minutes later their faces came back into view as the knelt to look under the car.

"No jacks." Abbey said.

"Well what the fuck are we going to do?" Kenny asked.

"Um, we could go home and see if we could find a jack there?" Liz said.

"You're going to leave me under a fucking car?"

"Only one of has to go." Abbey said, "But we can't use my car."

"Obviously." Kenny was two steps ahead of them. He some how managed to dig his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pull out his key ring. He flipped the keys out onto the shop floor.

"Here! Take my car, it's the Mustang in the garage."

"Mustang?" Abbey said.

"Don't you dare scratch it, or burnout or power slide in it, or so help me God I will..."

"Yoooooooou'll, what?" Liz said. There was a long pause before he spoke again.

"I fucking hate you. Both."

Not long after Liz left to get a new jack, Kenny started squirming. His need to urinate was back with a vengeance, and the car, although not really painfully pinning him, was putting noticeable pressure on his bladder. Combined with Abbey incessant ramblings about life at her high school and gossip he neither understood or cared about, was tormenting him to a frustrating degree.

She took a pause and Kenny thought nothing of it, until he smelled the smoke.

"What the hell are you doing?" He interrupted her mid sentence.

"What?" She asked.

"Are you smoking?" He said, eyes widening.

"You're not going to give me the same lecture my dad gave me are you?"

"Are you fucking insane!" He shouted. He distinctly remembered several different gas cans in his search for tools. Coupled with the shelves of lawn and yard chemicals and the remnants of a reloading bench in the corner, he was pretty sure this was not a place someone would want to light a match.

"Put it out." He said.

"No." She spat back.

"Do you want to blow us all to hell?" He asked.

"If you want me to put it out so bad, come out here make me, Ken-doll."

He could feel his face flush with anger, sure that he was doomed to one of three deaths today; having a car crush him, or in a fire caused by a bitchy step-cousin with a nicotine addiction in a room full of combustibles that he couldn't escape due to the aforementioned car, or the vein that was about to rupture in his neck that he could feel pulsing right now as he gritted his teeth in anger.

He guessed it would be a combination of all three.

"Where the hell is Liz?"

"It's like a half hour drive to our place Ken-doll, chill out and relax, it's going to take a sec. And why the hell do you keep shaking your leg like that?"

"Go to hell."

"Tell me!" She poked him with her foot.

"Goddamn it, I have to pee. Okay?"

"So go, I won't tell anyone." She said, taking a drag and giggling.

"Okay, one; you're a fucking liar, and two, I'm not going to piss myself just because I have a car resting on me when Liz will be back in an hour."

"No." Abbey said, "It will take her an hour just to drive there and back, that's not including how much time she'll take to find a jack. If she can find one."

"Oh for Christ's sake." Kenny spat. He wanted to punch something, but was afraid he'd pee if he moved much, and once the sluice gate was opened he was afraid he would be powerless to make it stop.

"Do you really have to go?" She asked. He was slightly taken aback by the note of real concern in her voice.

"Like a race horse." He said.

"What if I..." She paused trying to find the word,"...took...'It'...out for you?"

His eyes went wide.

"That's not even funny. Even for you." He said.

"No, if you really have to go, I'll help you, I mean, I feel bad already. That is my car on top of you."

"I can't just piss if you take it out, it will still get all over me. I mean, I'm long but not..." He stopped short.

"What?" She said.


"No, that sounded like some self-proclaimed horn blowing right there, if I do say so."

"Look, if you aren't going to do it then let's just shut up about it."

"Okay, what do you need?"


"I'm going to help, but apparently your long-but-not-too-long-dong needs some kind of receptacle to go in, what do you suggest?"

"I can't believe you're doing this."

"C'mon Ken-doll, before I change my mind."

"Fuck, I don't know. Is there a bucket or a pail somewhere?"

"Really?" She asked.


"Let's try something smaller there, hot shot. There's a bunch of canning jars with nails and screws in them, I can dump one out."

He suddenly go an idea.

"On the work bench by the AC unit, there's an empty bottle of gatorade. That will work." He said.

"Okay." She said, "Got it."

"Alright, now all you have to do it." He said. He saw her kneel down in front of his crotch on his right side and place a hand on his zipper.

"You sure you want me to do this?" She asked.

"Goddamn it, this was your idea, don't you fucking welch on me now. It's not like it's anything you haven't seen before."

"What? I've never seen you naked before." Abbey said.

"What about when you guys stripped me at that party?"

"How many times do I have to tell you that you did that by yourself."

"Really?" He asked.

"Really really. You drank a mason jar full of moonshine and the next thing we knew you were howling at the moon and trying to get naked."


"Anyway, let's get this over with."

"I bet you say that to all the guys." He laughed. She jammed a thumb into his lower stomach and he had to fight back the urge to piss his pants.

"Not cool." He breathed.

"Let's do this." She said.

"Yeah, let's do it!" He said, getting frustrated, "That means you have to do something, I can't reach, damn it. Hurry up."

"Okay." She breathed, and reached for the zipper and gently tugged it down. Kenny could feel cool air caress his skin even through the briefs. He had been afraid that he would sprout a hard on from this, and die of embarrassment, but his over full bladder was keeping it from happening, thank God.

"Okay." She said again. He felt a hand reach into his boxers through the slit and brush up against his bush of hair. He heard her go "Ugh," slightly.

"Further south." He said. She reached down and he felt her soft hand pinch his penis between her thumb and forefinger and roughly haul it out of his boxers. When it made it out, he heard her take in a sharp breath.

"What?" He said.

"Ken-doll...I...I don't know what to say...I'm impressed." He felt her hand gently move it around.

" Are you examining me, or helping me pee?" He asked.

"Oh, right." She said. He felt the tip of his penis push against the plastic lip of the container.

"Is it safe to go?"

"Wait." She said, "Your damn dick won't fit in the mouth of the bottle."


"Don't act all modest on me now, Mr. I'm-Long."

"Sorry I don't make a habit of fucking gatorade bottles, could you just hold it in place for me?"

"Yeah, I guess so." She said, and he felt her hand wrap it's way around the base of his dick now. His eyes widened again in surprise, and he thought he heard an 'Mmm' escape her lips, but it was hard to tell.

"Okay, commence urination." She said.

He let loose for what felt like eternity. His entire body felt relieved of the pressure, and he felt bliss even after he was finished.

He opened his eyes when he realized she hadn't put his penis away. Then he heard a noise. Then another, followed by another.

'chi-conk! chi-conk!'

He couldn't believe it when he finally placed the sound.

"Are you taking pictures of my dick with your cell phone?" He asked.

"Just a couple." She said.

"What!" He shouted, trying to kick at her.

"Hold still, now that one's all blurry."

"You're seriously taking picture of my dick, what the fuck, Abbey?"

"What can I say, you have a nice looking cock." She said.

"I'm flattered, but can you zip me up now."

He saw her face appear below the panel.


"This is bullshit, Abbey." He growled.

"Okay, fair trade, I'll let you see my tits."

"What?" He shook his head in surprise,"What is wrong with you?"

"Okay, your right, I'm getting pictures so you should get pictures, I'll take some and send them to your phone. What's your number?"

"Un-fucking-believable. So help me God, Abbey, if you don't zip me up right now, I'll..."

"You'll what?" Her face popped back into view, he voice now low and sultry.

Are you going to hurt me, Ken-doll, hmmm? What if I do this?" She firmly wrapped a hand around his cock and jerked it two times. Kenny grunted at the sensation, and he felt the tinglings of a boner coming on.

No! He thought, she's a cousin.

"Or this?"

Kenny's head slammed into the bottom of the car as he tried to sit up, momentarily forgetting he was less than an inch from the under carriage as he felt her run her hot tongue up the length of his prick.

He moaned, tried not to, but couldn't help it.

"Oh?" She said, "I think you like it too much."

He felt her hand wrap around the base of his hardening cock and then her hot mouth envelope the head as she sucked him in. His eyes rolled up to the back of his head as he felt her tongue swirl around his shaft. She made it nearly half way down his length when he heard her gag slightly and come back up for air, leaving a slick covered hot mess of spit on his now throbbing cock awaiting her lip's embrace. She took in a sharp breath of air and then slid his dick deep into her mouth once more, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth as he filled her mouth.

He reached up into the car for something to hold on to, her mouth was amazing, better than any he'd ever had, her tongue was doing some kind of magic contortions as it played across the crown of his cock, and he felt like he was going to blow his load only after the few strokes she'd given him.

He was panting, and she was sucking him hard and fast now, getting lost in the blow job, high pitched moans and squeals emitted from around the cock in her mouth and throat as she pumped her head on the ever growing dick. She choked herself on it every several strokes in an effort to fit more in her mouth.

When it became too much, she would pull off, breathe in sharp, ragged breaths and pump his cock with her hand.

"Jesus, Ken-doll, I'm getting so fucking wet." She moaned during one of the interludes, and she drove her mouth down on him again. He felt his prick's head hit the back of her throat, then felt her press harder and then his cock pushed past and down her throat as she swallowed him. He felt her nose hit his pubes and her tongue rested slightly on one of his balls as she choked and gagged on the massive amount of meat in her gullet. The sensation hit him out of the blue and was too much for Kenny to take.

Before he knew what was happening his cock flexed hard and he let loose a long torrent of cum that blew stream after stream into her throat.

He could almost picture her eyes bugging out from his orgasm as she let out a muffled cry as much as she could from around the pole of cock in her mouth and throat. She pulled off of him in one fluid movement, his cock felt drenched in saliva and was far from softening.

He heard her gag loudly. After a few seconds she leaned under the car and looked at him. He saw her face was flushed, eyes watering and puffy, her makeup was blurred.

"You fucking did that on purpose." She said raggedly, panting.

"Payback's a bitch." He cackled.

"I'll get you for that." She said, and he felt teeth gently clamp down on the underside of his dick.

"Hey!" He shouted.

She disappeared from his view for a quick moment then saw a foot on either side of him. She grabbed his cock once more; it was killing him that he could not see any of this happening, then froze when he felt his cock slap wetly between her firm, teenaged breasts. She slowly worked into a fever, squeezing her arms tight, enveloping his cock between her tits and pumping it up and down, swirling her tongue around the head of his dick when it shot up towards her neck. Whatever firmness he'd lost from fucking her throat had returned full bore, his dick felt it was about to burst at the seems.

Abbey brushed her blond hair out of her face and snaked a hand to her crotch. Pulling aside the small patch of material the track shorts had between her legs, she slid two fingers across he sopping wet, hairless, panty-less clad pussy. She felt a warmth immediately build in her lower stomach as soon as she grazed he clit, which was standing hard and protruding from the folds of her lips. She rubbed it furiously, he legs began to tingle as her orgasm mounted. She used her other hand to pinch at her small, hardened pink nipple, sending her over the edge.

She locked her lips around the large cock between her tits once more as she drove two fingers inside her. Immediately, her young, tight pussy locked up on the fingers and she came hard. Loosing her balance and falling forward, driving the cock deeper into her mouth and her fingers deeper inside her quaking cunt. She cried out hard, her fingers not enough.

She quickly straddled Ken, yanking the short shorts to one side and driving her wet pussy down on his rock hard erection. Her pussy, squeezed tight from her orgasm, and his thick girth, wouldn't let him inside her at first, his cock bending as she lowered herself on him. Then suddenly, his cock-head parted her engorged lips and popped past her taut entrance and in a flash half his length sprung up inside her. She came again, unexpectedly, by the quick draw of cock that had just shot up inside her, and she lost her balance once again, falling and impaling herself on the rest of his cock. She shook violently as orgasm after orgasm racked her body, sending a torrent of juice out of her pussy where it ran down his cock, soaking his balls.

When she felt she could move again, she slowly began to ride him, bringing her tight round ass up high and driving it back down on his prick. Kenny felt as though he could feel every inch inside her, every muscle, every nook and cranny, all slippery and wet and burning hot. His cock would meet the cool kiss of the AC every time her ass went up, and then feel the burning furnace of her cunt every time she drove back down.

She started riding faster as she felt another wave of orgasms begin to tear through her, and Kenny tried to rise with her as she lifted her pussy high off his dick as her muscles squeezed tight as she came several times. She was screaming nonsensical words as her twat quivered and convulsed, digging her nails into his sides. She turned around and rested her knees on his thighs, then lowered herself reverse cowgirl on top of him once more. She lowered herself on her elbows so she was knearly laying on the floor and bounced her ass in short, wicked strokes.

Kenny felt his cock swell and his balls tighten as he knew he was about to blow once more a she rode his dick hard and fast. She felt it too.

"C'mon Ken-doll, are you gonna cum for me?" She taunted, "C'mon, I want you to cum in me, I want your cum soooo baaad!"

The last word turned into a scream as his cock suddenly erupted, sending wads of thick, sticky cum deep inside her pussy, which pulsed in orgasm at the feel of his cock engorging her cunt with hot semen. She slammed down on him hard one last time and let her pussy muscles milk every last drop of cum out of his cock as they both shook as pleasurable aftershocks tore through their bodies.

Kenny lay with his head on the cool cement, wondering who would believe this story. Not that he was going to tell anyone, after all, she was technically his cousin.

Nope, he thought, not a soul would ever find out about this.

Abbey was still impaled on his semi-hard cock, both unable to move.

"Hey guys." Came a meek voice and his eyes flew open.

"Oh." Abbey sighed heavily, "Hi Liz."

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2 years ago
i want to read a part 2 please :-)
2 years ago
Please tell me there is a part 2!
2 years ago
Brilliant story!