Melette smiled winsomely, batting her eyelashes at him.
“Why Sugar-Pie, don’t you-all like my cookin’, honey?” she drawled in a voice sweet as honey and false as a tin nickel. “I slave over hot stove got to be at leas’ several minutes to feed yo’ ungrateful ass an’ this the thanks I get? I should let you surrender! Jes’ ‘cos you older than me, don’ mean you get to go makin’ no bahbin (pouting) at me, I still knows how to make you squeal like a hog, jes’ you ‘member that!”
She glanced over at Justine and winked at her.
“He allus like this this, or he sickenin’ for somethin’? I reckon Tante Eulalie spoil him when he petit boug, ain’t no other ‘splanation; if he allus gonna be like this then you gonna need to keep skillet handy an’ dent his big ole flat head once in a while jes’ to make him mind his manners!”
Justine grinned widely and leaned over to kiss Johnny on the cheek.
“I wouldn’t hit you, baby!” she smiled, then leaned in to stage-whisper in his ear “I’ve got better ways to make you whimper… Big Boy!”
Johnny choked on the swig of water he was taking, spraying it all over himself while Odelie and Melette guffawed with laughter. Johnny stared at Justine’s impudent raised eyebrow and ‘say something, I dare you…’ expression, before starting to gather up his stuff, muttering to himself; even in the dim twilight the girls could see the his flushed neck and ears as he avoided their arch looks and amused glances.
“Y’all finished now?” he managed to say, “we got a lot o’ travellin’ ahead of us, best turn in now; I’ll take first watch, Odie, wake you in ’bout three, four hours if nuthin’ show up, then you follow, Mel, an’ I’ll spell you after, OK, honey?”
The girls nodded and started turning in. Justine nudged Johnny instead of climbing into the igloo tent.
“What about me, Johnny-Bear, I want to take my turn too…”
Johnny grinned and quickly kissed her cheek.
“Sure you do, Minou, but you ain’t woodcrafty yet; sumthin’ come sneakin’ up on you ain’t no guarantee you gon’ see or hear it ’til it too late; yo’ turn come soon ’nuff, I promise, jes’ soon as you start pickin’ up what the gals doin’. Now you-all scoot in that tent an’ get cosy, I be in ‘fore you know it. Love you, Minou-Minou!”
“Love you too, Big Bear!” grinned Justine, her smile turning into a jaw-cracking yawn.
“Wake me up when you come in, Bear, I wanna talk to you, and maybe work out where I’m gonna lay that skillet if I need to!”
*
Justine had been asleep for what felt like only a few minutes when Johnny sliding into the old-fashioned lightweight cotton bed-roll next to her roused her. She twisted around to wrap her arms around his waist and hug him close, feeling his skin cool against hers, warmed as she was by the cotton bedding. As her hands explored further, she realized he was naked, just as Johnny discovered she was also buck naked.
“This feel real nice!” he whispered, cupping and gently squeezing her warm little buttocks, warming his hands with the sleep-warmth radiating from her.
“Really?” whispered Justine, grinding against him, “how ’bout this?”
It was too much for him; despite their cramped quarters, the male reflex took over, and Justine smiled that sexy, bottom-lip-biting smile of hers as she felt him hardening against her. Johnny stared at her, helpless in the face of that smile, as she continued to grind away, his cock stiffening even further each time she rubbed against him.
“What you doin’, Minou, this ain’t the time or the place…?” he began, but once again she did that thing with her fingers, clamping his lips shut to shut him up.
“Don’t over-think it, Big-Bear, just go with it; trust me…” she murmured, barely on the edge of hearing, before once more grinding her mons against his stiff cock. Johnny responded by rolling onto his back with his arms around her, taking her with him, so now she was on top of him, with his cock sandwiched between them.
“Reckon that what you want, ma petite suce-fleur (my little hummingbird), jes’ go quiet, Odie ten feet away, so keep it down!”
Justine grinned minxily and slid her damp pussy up and down his solid erection.
“You want me to keep this down? Why Jean-Bastienne Deaucette, I only just got it up, for shame!” she teased as he gasped at the feel of her damp heat. Johnny opened his mouth to correct her, but then her lips were on his, and her tongue was fencing with his, and in one smooth motion, she impaled herself on him, his eyes wide as she took him in and clasped him tightly.
“Sacre Dieu…” he managed to gasp, and then he was losing himself in the rhythm as Justine rode him, slipping herself up and down him even as she rhythmically squeezed him, her warm, wet, clasping walls massaging him as she rode him. Johnny kissed her as frantically as she kissed him, their tongues lashing and teeth clashing as they fucked so strenuously, but in almost complete silence, only the occasional gasp or whispered endearment breaking the silence in the little tent as they pumped and heaved.
“Joneeee-e-e-e-e…!” gasped Justine, her orgasm swamping her, and Johnny pulled her head down into the hollow of his shoulder to muffle her gasps as she shuddered and trembled atop him, his own climax so close, so close, finally blazing through him as Justine, in the final throes of her own gigantic climax, once more sank her teeth into his shoulder.
Johnny groaned as his cock lurched, swelled, and convulsed, firing stream after stream of spunk deep into his sister’s clasping pussy; the feel of him coming so hard set her off again, another wave of pleasure crashing through her, her entire world shrunk down to the pleasure they were giving each other, to the feel of him clutching her to his chest as his rigid cock pulsed and threshed inside her like a live thing, filling her so completely, his sweat-slicked skin hot and damp as it moved against hers.
Justine finally slumped down, completely spent, her Johnny-Bear the most comfortable bolster and bed she’d ever slept on, and grinned as his big hands once more cupped and squeezed her butt-cheeks, gently massaging them, probably not even aware he was, just enjoying the feel of the two smooth globes as he held his girl tightly. He was still deeply embedded in her, but she could feel him shrinking away, so she gave him a squeeze, just to make him jump.
“Don’ do that Minou, you-all know how sens-…” once more he shut up because she was holding his lips shut.
“I know, Big Bear!” she grinned, “I just wanted to be naughty; I know you love me when I’m good, but I like the way you fuck me when I’m bad!”
Johnny grinned as he kissed her and squeezed her bottom, making her gasp when he pulled the two cheeks apart.
“Where you get stuff like that from, heh? Mama was right, she warn me agin an’ agin ’bout not havin’ no truck with gals like you, I shoulda listened to her!”
Justine pinched his earlobe for that, and grinned at his overdone, ‘good ole boy’ accent.
“So what kind of girl am I? Do tell, Swamp-Thing,” she murmured
Johnny wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly to him.
“The kinda girl I want to marry one day, one day real soon. I been thinking, way we are, it’s just what Miss Cassie calls a ‘Place-Holder’, something we come back to and sort out one day down the line. I don’t want to be in no place-holder with you, Minou; when this nonsense done an’ we in the clear, you an’ me gonna make this official; I wanna marry you, make babies, live a good long life, an’ put all this behin’ us, so I guess what I’m tryna say is: Miz Justine, will you marry me?”
Justine smiled wistfully, her eyes bright.
“Johnny Bear, you’ve always been my ideal man; you’re my best friend, the best man I know, and the only man I’ve always loved. Yes, of course I’ll marry you, we’ll fix this mess we’re in, and then we’ll have the best damned wedding these parts have ever seen!”
Johnny nibbled her ear, and gently squeezed, then patted both of her butt-cheeks.
“Now that settled, you-all need to get offa me, I got to be up an’ on lookout in few hours, an’ I’m bushed. Sleepytime, Minou!”
Justine chuckled and slid off him, so Johnny spooned her against him with his arm around her waist.
*
Johnny woke with a start, aware that it was full daylight. He cursed softly and slid out of the bedroll as quietly as possible so as to not disturb the sleeping girl next to him. He pulled on his pants and crawled out of the makeshift tent, to see Melette brewing coffee in the fire, and the smell of frying bacon made his stomach rumble.
“Mellie, Mel!” he whisper-shouted, “Whyn’t you wake me, baby-girl? How long you been on lookout?”
Melette grinned and flipped the bacon in the skillet.
“John-boy, I had me a good eight hours, while you an’ Odie took your turns, time I got woke I was fully rested, an’ I thought you, Justine, Odie, you-all looked like you needed a good night’s sleep, so I let you be; don’ worry ’bout me, I’m good an’ rested.”
Johnny shook his head.
“You still shoulda called me, fair’s fair, baby-girl…”
Melette grinned as she slid the bacon onto a small aluminum plate and dropped some more in the hot grease.
“Husha Johnny, I’m good. Now you-all want some breakfast? There’s coffee, an’ hard-tack fried in bacon grease coolin’ on that rock, it still hot, so go easy. Eat-up boy, you mus’ be hungry, night you had!”
Johnny gaped at her knowing grin.
“Close your mouth, boy, you catchin’ flies, or what?”
“How…?” he managed, and Melette gave him a sly grin.
“Odie tole me, an I heard ’nuff my own self; this a small campsite, boy, word git aroun’!”
*