Page 2 of Another Trailer Park Virgin

The sight of her actual cunt not covered up is like seeing heaven. She’s clean-shaven and so fucking pink that it’s like cotton candy. She’s wet, and I can see how it’s coating her slippery clit and making it poke out between her pussy lips.

“Like I said, you’re good.” I say as I slowly lean back in my seat and turn away from her. I try to breathe, but my body is vibrating with the need to touch her, taste her, fuck her.

“Thanks, big brother.” She giggles a little, and I hear her moving around. “It’s not for another week or so, but I could swear I felt something. Oh well.”

Oh well? Oh fucking well. She just showed me her virgin cunt and expects me to shrug it off. If I was a bastard, I’d fuck her right here to show her what she gets for flashing that around. I’d pop her cherry so fast she’d never pull that shit again.

“You’re just wet,” I say as I pull away from the curb and turn toward her school.

“Really? That’s weird. I was listening outside your bedroom door when I felt it start.”

I have to squeeze the steering wheel so I don’t grab my cock and start jacking it off. She listened to me fuck my toy and got wet? How much more can I take before all my control snaps to pieces?

With a strength I didn’t know I possessed, I pull up to the front of the school.

“Thanks again,” April sing-songs as she grabs the door handle. “I tell everyone you give the best rides.”

I try not to think about those words as she goes to leave. “Wait,” I call out, and she pauses with her hand on the door handle. “Don’t ask anyone else to check you.” I narrow my eyes on her so she knows I’m not teasing. “You understand me?”

“You’re the only person I trust to look at me there.” She smiles so sweetly it hits me right between my legs. “I love you, Clay.” It’s the last thing she says before she hops out of the truck.

CHAPTERTWO

APRIL

On Wednesdays, I get to go home from school with my friend Gracie. We usually walk to get a milkshake and then hang out at my place for a while. Clay has to work late those days, and he doesn’t like me being home alone. He says I’m only allowed to hang out with Gracie, and I have to stay close to home.

He’s really bossy, but I know it’s because he loves me. Even if he doesn’t say it.

“So you showed it to him?” Gracie says as she sips her shake.

“Yep, and he didn’t even flinch.” I sigh as I sit back on my bed and drink my shake too. “It’s like he doesn’t see me.”

“Are you sure he’s into girls?” Gracie asks, and I think about the question.

Gracie and I have been friends forever, and we live in the same trailer park. She knows how I feel about Clay and doesn’t judge me. The thing I love most about her is that when I confessed my feelings for my brother, she told me about her own secret desire for her dad and brother. Together. Ever since then, we’ve been close, and I’ve never been ashamed to talk to her about what I feel. She used to live with her mom, but when she was around thirteen, she got dropped off with her dad and brother and her mom never came back. They’ve been taking care of her since, and thankfully, she only moved a few trailers away.

“I’m pretty sure he only likes girls,” I say and then nod to myself. “Yeah, just girls.”

“Then maybe you should find out what he likes.” She shrugs as she checks her phone. “Dang, I’ve got to go. Daddy said him and Ty will be home early today, and I need to get dinner started.” When she gets off my bed and grabs her bag, she looks over at me. “You know what I would do?”

“What?”

“Snoop.” She smiles at me and wiggles her eyebrows. “I’m sure he’s got something you can find and then you can see what he’s interested in.”

“You know what, that’s not a bad idea,” I say as before I give her a hug goodbye and wait for her to go.

Once I’m all alone, I go into Clay's room and poke around a bit. It feels weird being in here without his permission, but what else am I supposed to do? Since my eighteenth birthday, he’s not taken any of my hints. Last night, I walked around the house wearing one of his old shirts that was so worn he could see right through it. At one point, I sat on the couch with my legs crossed, but instead of looking at me, he got up and said he was ready for bed. It was only nine o’clock.

This morning, I let him get a good look at my kitty, and still he didn’t make a move. Doesn’t he see what I’m doing? I’ve wanted him for so long, and now that I’m old enough and he can finally do whatever he wants, he’s ignoring me.

Getting on my hands and knees, I decide to peek under his bed. That’s when I see something long and rubbery. When I grab onto it, my fingers dig in a little because it’s squishy. Pulling it out, I see it’s a sex toy shaped like what’s between my legs. The outside feels like skin and then there's an opening that’s really small. For a moment I’m surprised because there’s no way he could fit anything in there.

Beside the toy is a towel and bottle of lube, and then it hits me that Clay uses the toy to masturbate. For some reason, my cheeks heat, and I feel tingly between my legs. I’m picturing Clay with his cock inside this toy, and part of me really wants to watch.

I rub my fingers across it, and I can’t get over how soft it is. There’s a button on the back, and when I press it, the toy begins to vibrate. I gasp at the feel of it and how strong the sensation is. It’s so shocking I quickly turn it off. What does it feel like for him when he uses it?

What would it feel like for me?

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