Rednex
The Special Brew
Chapter One
Kansas City, MO
Susan put down her game controller as she was busting to go to the bathroom. “Don’t you cheat on me!” Susan called out playfully as she headed into the bathroom.
Hiram laughed as he waited impatiently on the couch with his gamer controller poised in his large, sweaty hands.
Susan was twenty. She had long, wavy brown hair that she grew past her shoulders. She had pale blue eyes that sparkled, despite her recent tragedy.
She’d lost her long-time boyfriend in a bizarre auto accident. They’d broken down on railroad tracks in the middle of nowhere, and Susan, aware of where they were, jumped out of their van and moved away. Bill had insisted he could get it restarted, so he stayed in the vehicle.
The goods train had no time to stop.
Susan watched it all as if it were happening in slow motion. Bill didn’t seem to hear her cries.
Susan was devastated.
A part of her blamed herself for not being more insistent.
She fell into a deep depression.
Then her aunt, Myra, called her out of the blue and offered her a place to stay, a place with family. She accepted the invitation because returning home only reminded her of the life she could have had with Bill.
Her aunt ran a guest house, but only Hiram was in residence, so the large house was quite empty.
Both were surprised to see each other. They knew each other from high school and all, but had never been close. They’d seen each other on an odd occasion, such as a school testimonial for their retiring principal.
Hiram had moved away, as had Susan. They’d gone in different directions. They lived on different coasts. And, they had very different lives.
Hiram Barton had ed the Marines. An only child, a lonely childhood. His mom had died just last fall. There really wasn’t anything for him in this town, but for some reason, he returned to this Missouri city.
Staying at the guesthouse seemed the right choice. It was better than being alone.
Susan was surprised to see Hiram already there. Myra hadn’t told Susan she’d had guests. Susan and Hiram were close in age. Hiram was only ten months younger than her. Hiram was athletic. He’d rather be out jogging than home playing a video game with Susan.
Susan knew that Hiram had cousins, maybe distant cousins. She wondered why Hiram hadn’t gone to stay with them.
But the weather had been bad. He knew of Susan’s tragic circumstances, and Hiram decided to keep her company for the day. He knew she needed some company more than he needed a morning jog.
Now alone, Susan sat on the toilet, suddenly crying, letting it all out. Crying came like a sudden emotional wave. It all suddenly seemed to erupt. Sorrow washed over her. She’d been playing for a few hours straight, and she had had her mind distracted. Alone in her thoughts wandered back to that night.
For some reason, she continued to blame herself.
She’d gone over this before, but now she did it all over again. She felt that if only she had been more insistent, more forceful, she could have convinced her love to get out sooner.
She’d sat there for some time before she grabbed the end of the towel off the handrail and blew her nose into it.
She took some toilet paper and dabbed it on herself between her legs before flushing. She stood and looked at herself in the mirror. She was short, just over 5ft. If not for her long locks of hair, she would have appeared quite boyish. She was disappointed with her figure, especially her chest. However, she didn’t help by wearing androgenous gear. She hardly looked ladylike. She was nothing like her aunt in that respect. Her aunt, Myra, was taller. Myra was also curvier than Susan. Susan envied her aunt’s bust. Her feminine ways.
(Myra had a son, Basil, whom Susan hadn’t seen for a while. When she had asked Myra about him, Myra said that Basil was in Tennessee and he had two adult daughters, Jill and Tara.)
Susan washed her hands and headed back down the hall “I’ll kill you if you cheated”, she growled as she tried to put a calm face on.
“I’m sitting here waiting”, he called back. He’d waited for quite some time and had almost got up to see if she was alright. But then he heard her crying. Her sobbing had made it all the way down the hall. He felt uneasy, not knowing what to do to help. And so, he did nothing. It was something the Marines hadn’t trained him for.
She stopped in the doorway and looked at him accusingly, expecting that he’d have cheated.
“What?” he said. “I swear I’ve not done anything…”
“You better not…”
“Hey, I’m thirsty”
“So?” she asked, “I’m not your slave!”
“Get us some suds,” he said.
“Get yourself some suds!”
“Aw, please?”
“Fuck, okay”, she said, spinning around and going to the kitchen.
The kitchen was large with an island bench made of real Italian granite. Aunt Myra was obviously not poor. Myra was a whizz in the kitchen. She loved to cook. Susan was not a domestic goddess like her aunt.
The fridge was large with double doors. She opened them both and swung on them, leaning forward as she looked in.
There was a four-pack of bottles; two were missing. She grabbed one of the remaining ones by the long neck.
The red label had “Rednex” and below that “Brewed in Tennessee.”
“That’s funny…” she thought, “Aunt Myra had just gone to Tennessee two days ago!”
The family were originally from the backwoods of Tennessee. And before that, Northern Ireland. They were “Ulster Scots”. Their ancestor, Hiram Acheson, had arrived in America in 1769.
Aunt Myra had left, suddenly leaving the two home-bound cousins to themselves.
Susan popped the bottle top, having never heard of Rednex before. She was curious about the drink. It hissed carbonated fizz at her. She could smell its sweetness before she’d even brought it to her lips. It bubbled away with effervescence.
She took a sip. “Wow!” she gasped. It tingled her tongue.
She took another sip.
“Where’s my suds?” Hiram called out.
She decided that they could share a bottle of this strange brew.
Chapter Two
Susan went back to the TV room, then paused and leaned against the doorway. She looked at Hiram. She had to it he looked very buff and handsome. “Any girl would jump that”, she thought. She giggled. She felt a warm flush in her cheeks.
“Well?” he said, hearing her laugh.
“I found this”, she said as she slid into the room. She flopped down on the couch next to him and handed him the bottle.
She felt a flush of heat again in her cheeks. He was about to take a sip when he noticed her staring at him. She inhaled his manly musk.
“What’s the matter?”
“I…” she giggled, “Nothing.”
She leaned forward, and he caught a glimpse down her shirt. There was little there, but what little there was, he could see. She wore nothing underneath. Her small nipples were long and hard.
“Well?” he asked again.
“Did anyone tell you how hot you are?”
“Ah-ha”, he smiled, “You want to drive my car?” He felt she was flattering him because she wanted something.
“Nooooooo!” she said, smacking his thigh, “I’m serious.”
He took a swig of the drink. Wow! He thought as it tingled his tongue.
“Has anyone… been with you?” She asked.
He just smiled and took another gulp.
“Have they?” she asked…
“A few girls have.”
“Who?” she asked, jealous. She couldn’t believe how stung she was by that.
“A few…”
She got up on her knees and stretched upwards before flopping back onto her haunches.
“What’s got into you anyway?”
“I don’t know” she giggled, and then she reached out with her toes and tickled his rib
He took another sip of the bottle. “Hey!” he laughed “, What is this?”
“You shouldn’t go out with other girls” she said, still jealous.
“Rednex?” he said, reading the label aloud. He took yet another swig and then handed it back to her. She took it, “Thank you, darling”, she smiled as she took the bottle and another sip.
He felt a little hot, and she handed it back, and she took big gulps this time.
“Those other girls can’t make you happy.”
“They make me happy.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah”
“What do they do?”
“They suck my dick.”
“You like having your dick sucked?” she asked as she leaned forward again.
“Sure”
“I can do that for you.”
“What?” he gasped.
“I can make you happy,” she purred, “I want to make you happy…”
“I.”
“Get it out… let me see…,” she giggled playfully. She touched her nose. It tingled. She felt tipsy.
“I…” he felt a flush of heat and then pulled his zipper down.
He wasn’t quick enough for her. Impatiently, she leaned forward further and reached into his fly.
“Hey…,” he laughed as her fingers felt his cock.
“Let me make you happy”, she said as she took his cock out.
He felt he should let her, and he relaxed as she held his length in his hand “This is big,” she said impressed.
She leaned even further forward and kissed the tip of his cock. “My! My! It is really big!”
“Make me happy, bitch”, he sighed, relaxing as her mouth opened and took him in.
Susan brought him to hardness. She sucked him in deeply. He dropped the console, concentrating on her; her head bobbing up and down on his cock.
“Susan?”
“Yes?”
“Take off your top,” he said, “Let me see your tits.”
She smiled, sat up and pulled her top off. She was skinny; her ribs showed. Her breasts were small but topped by hard nipples.
She held these for a moment, tweaking them for him.
“Do you want to see the rest?”
“You bet” he salivated.
She snorted a laugh and rose and pulled her jeans off, then her panties. She was hairy. She’d never had to show it before.
He brought his mouth up to her, and his tongue slid along her slit, between her hairy crotch.
“You’re a virgin?” he gasped.
“Is that bad?”
“No…” he smiled as he buried his mouth between her thighs.
She drew her arms up again skywards, relaxing, sighing as he tongued her. She was wet.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!” she cried. She ran her fingernails through his hair, clawing him, pulling him up into her vagina.
Then, when she came, she relaxed. She bent down.
They kissed. “Thank you”, she whimpered. She’d never been brought to orgasm by anyone before.
“I want you to fuck me”, she purred.
“What?”
“I want you to be my first.”
She took another swig of Rednex and then he opened his mouth, and she poured some into his mouth.
“I want you to fuck me…” she said again.
“Alright” he smiled as he rose up and took off his pants.
He lay her down on the floor.
“Will this hurt?” she trembled.
“A little…” he smiled as he climbed over her.
They kissed. He loved kissing her. As they did, he took hold of his cock and guided it to her snatch.
He held himself for a moment, poised, savoring the moment.
“Put it in me”, she whimpered.
He pushed into her.
She held onto him.
“Ow”, she gasped.
But he kept pushing into her.
“Owww”, she cried, but he entered her to the fullness of his length.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes”, she smiled, “I love you.”
“I… I love you too,” he said, and they laughed and realized how much they wanted each other. They kissed ionately on the lips. His tongue invaded her mouth.
He built up speed.
“Not too fast”, she said, and he slowed again, but he found the rhythm that suited them both.
“Fuck you’re good”, she giggled.
He tweaked her nipple, and they kissed again and again as he rode her.
“Are you coming?” she asked.
“Soon.”
“I want to feel you come in me”, she whimpered.
“Oh… here I…” he gasped as he held her hard and fast as his cock erupted in her, spewing out his hot seed.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried as her back arched; her orgasm meeting his, they held their mouths close to each other, breathing in each other’s hot breath.
He collapsed on her.
She kissed him “That was wonderful”, she said as she hugged him.
“Fuck you’re so tight”, he said.
“Am I?” she found herself asking. “Is that a good thing?”
“Yes.”
“Stay in me”, she said as she felt him about to get up.
“Okay.”
“Just lie with me and hug me and never let me go”, she giggled, and so he lay on her, and they stayed together for a while.
“You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had” he said to her.
“Really?” she smiled with pride.
“Yes.”
“Your big cousin isn’t such a geek.”
“No” he smiled, kissing her chest. He nibbled at one of her bullet-like nipples.
“Oh, I gotta pee” she said suddenly.
“Me too…” he said.
They burst out of the room and raced down the hall laughing playfully.
“Hey!” she cried as he grabbed her hair and pulled her back, so he got in ahead of her.
But he gave up the bowl for her, and he went and pissed in the shower.
She felt drawn to him as she watched him piss. She was turned on by his hot ass.
She found herself flicking her clit.
He turned on the shower to wash his piss down the drain.
“Don’t go”, she said, grabbing his hand as he walked past her.
She held both his hands as she sat there urinating. They looked at each other, into each other’s eyes. So full of love.
Something had been awakened in them both.
Rednex had collapsed their inhibitions.
Chapter Three
In the morning, Susan woke up first. She felt a huge feeling of regret washing over her. Yes, she had willingly fucked Hiram, taken him inside her. Yes, she had enjoyed it…. a lot. But she knew it was wrong now… so wrong. She sat naked in her bed and decided she would never do it again. She had regret she had let her inhibitions down so easily.
Hiram was already in the kitchen when she walked in; this time, she had clothes on. He too.
“Look…” she said.
“Yeah, about last night.”
“Yeah.”
“I still love you”, he said, “But what we did…”
“It was wrong.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s just never bring that up again.”
“Agreed”, he said. He felt a sense of shame, too. He had not come here to have sex, and yet he had found himself giving over to his lusts so easily. A Marine was supposed to have self-control.
She laughed nervously. But she was glad that he felt the same way. They were going to be adults about it. It was an event that they had both enjoyed… but they needed to put it behind them. They could still be friends…
“Are you going to stay in, again?” she asked.
“No… I don’t think so…” he said.
“Ah, okay.”
“You’ll be alright?” he asked, “… by yourself?”
“Yeah, sure”, she said as she walked over to the fridge. She looked in it for a while and then found herself taking out the last bottle of Rednex. She didn’t even think about it.
She popped the top and took a sip.
“What’s that?” he asked as he looked up from his breakfast.
“Just this ‘Rednex’ stuff”, she smiled as she took another sip. It made her feel flushed with heat.
“Can I have some?” he said, suddenly interested in it… Subconsciously, he ed how nice it tasted…
“Sure”, she smiled as she sauntered over to him. She felt a tingle between her thighs.
She watched him as he took some. She had to it he looked hot. He drank a bit, handed it back, she took some then he had some again. This stuff was really good… she thought.
She noticed he was hard.
He noticed he was hard.
He sat back a little so she could see the bulge in his pants. He wasn’t ashamed of it.
“What’s this?” she giggled.
“You look so hot…” he said.
“I thought we…” she began, but she couldn’t think of what she was going to say. She only felt good that he thought she looked hot.
“I can’t believe you’re so sexy”, he said.
“Why, thank you…” she grinned, offering him another sip.
He massaged his crotch as he looked at her…
“Let me take care of that for you…” she said as she got on all fours and slunk under the table.
He watched as she meowed like a cat and cuddled up to his crotch. She took his cock out and brought her mouth down over him.
She sucked him till he creamed in her mouth. She drank it all down. She giggled as she stroked his cock and held her mouth open, catching his jizz…
“Fuck that’s nice”, she purred as he sprayed her.
“You’re cock hungry!” he laughed.
“You bet”, she smiled. “I love your cock.”
They’d forgotten all about the deal that they had just made. Lust controlled them now, and they had lost all inhibitions.
He drew her out from under the table and made her bend slightly over the sink. “What are you going to do?” she giggled with excited anticipation.
He didn’t say; he just pulled her pants down. Then her panties. His tongue went up between her ass-cheeks. He found her anus. “Oooo” she giggled, shaking with delight as she felt his tongue touch her there…
“I… I’m not clean…”
“Don’t care”, he said and stabbed his tongue into her.
“Oh, that’s nice”, she trembled as his tongue invaded her asshole.
With a free hand, he moved it around and touched her clit. Strumming her bud and licking her anus sent her into paroxysms of delight.
Her body shook and spasmed as she came.
He rose. She spun around, and they kissed
“Ewww…” she giggled, “Is that what my asshole tastes like?”
“I love your asshole”, he smiled.
“I want to taste yours”, she said.
“What?”
“I want to taste my baby’s asshole”, she said.
“Alright”, he grinned, “I can go with that.”
“Turn around then!” she chuckled.
He did so.
She dropped to her knees.
“Bend over, damn you”, she said, “I want to see it.”
He leaned over on the table, and she looked up between his ass-cheeks. She was fascinated by his hairy star.
“Am I that hairy?” she asked aloud.
“Yes”, he said.
She drew her tongue against him and then pushed in. She found she loved the texture of her tongue against his anus.
She stabbed him with her tongue.
Then, without asking, she slid a finger in.
“Oh, fuck”, he gasped.
She realized he liked that. She put another finger in. “Ow, that’s too much”, he said with two fingers in, up to her knuckles.
“Don’t be a baby”, she said, as she kept fingering him. He wanted to protest, but he loved it…
He got hard.
She licked her fingers as she rose to her feet.
He turned around and watched her as she purposely licked her fingers for him to see.
“You’re dirty”, he smiled.
“My lover’s ass is soooo dirty” she grinned.
“Am I a dirty girl?” she asked.
“You bet…” he said.
“Do you love your big man?”
“You bet.”
“Say it.”
“I love my man’s big cock.”
“Then fuck me!”
He picked her up and impaled her on his cock in one swift move. He was amazed that he could still stay rock hard.
“Oh, yes… fuck, stick it in me…” she cried as his shaft buried into her.
He carried her back to the sink and pumped her with his cock.
Her feet locked around behind him. She didn’t want this feeling to end.
“You little whore… You like that!”
“Fuck me, Hiram, fuck your whore slut!”
Her words pleased him.
“You’re a slut.”
“Yes.”
“You love your master’s cock.”
“Yes” she gasped, “I love my master’s cock.” She felt a thrill being submissive.
“You want me to come in you.”
“I want you to come in me” she gasped, “I want my master to come in me…”
And he did. Like before, her orgasm came with his as if they were one being. They pumped against each other, sweat dripping. Mouths hung open, kissing.
Then he sank to his knees and tasted himself dripping out of her.
She reached over and took another sip of Rednex. She offered it to him… the last bit.
He carried her back to the master bedroom. He threw her onto the bed. “Wheeeee” she giggled as she flew backwards onto the mattress.
He climbed over her, and with his mouth to her pussy, and her mouth to his cock they kissed each other… and she put two fingers back into his ass again…
That whole day, they were intimate with each other. They held hands as they went to the bathroom. They were inseparable.
She didn’t care that he watched as she used the toilet.
They shared a bath and caressed with each other. Lovingly, they washed each other. They sat and watched tv together, only she sat on him, with his cock buried in her snatch as the news came on.
He played with her nipples.
She made dinner for him, all the while he took grabs at her ass. She stole kisses here and there from him. They were like young lovers. They couldn’t get enough of each other.
They slept together. In each other’s arms.
Chapter Four
Susan woke at 6am. She felt like she had a hangover. Her head throbbed. She looked at Hiram lying there naked.
“Fuck”, she gasped. She wondered why, after the promise they’d made, they’d gone back at it… only fucking the entire day. They’d done it over and over again. Was she some kind of pervert? A sex addict?
“What’s wrong with me?” she gasped as she slid out of bed.
She walked back to her bedroom.
She realised that they needed to separate from each other, lest she be tempted again. She would have to pack and leave… and do it quietly. It was she felt the only way to break this perverted cycle. She didn’t blame Hiram. She knew she had been just as willing a party to their perversion as he had been.
She opened the front door with her backpack packed.
“Susan?” Aunt Myra smiled as she struggled up the driveway.
“Aunt Myra?” Susan said, “You’re back…”
“Yes.”
“Help me with these…” Myra said as she handed some boxes to her niece.
“Sure”, Susan said. She was happy to help, despite a slight delay to her plans.
“Is Hiram about?” Myra asked.
“Yes, he’s still asleep.”
“In his own room?” she asked, with a smile.
“Ah… no”, Susan said, embarrassed as she carried the boxes into the kitchen behind her aunt.
Myra laid her boxes on the counter, and Susan put hers on the floor.
“Were you going somewhere?”
“Huh? What?”
“You had your backpack.”
“Yeah. um…”
“Why were you leaving?.”
“Uh… yeah”, Susan said, “I couldn’t stay here any longer.”
“You and Hiram didn’t have a fight, did you?”
“No… nothing like that.”
“Then why?”
“Ah…”
“Look, help me with the rest of the boxes…” Myra smiled, “You can tell me about it later.”
“Sure”, Susan said, “But then I’m off… Okay?”
Myra said nothing.
They brought in four more boxes.
“Say, Aunt,” Susan asked, “What’s in these?”
“Take a look”, Myra said.
Susan peeled back the top of one of the boxes. Inside were nine long-necked bottles… “Rednex!”
Myra reached down, took a bottle, and popped the lid.
She guzzled down a big mouthful and then handed the bottle to her niece.
“I don’t think…” she hesitated.
“Drink it…” Myra said.
Susan smelled the perfume filling the air. Something about the familiar scent of the soda…
She took some and gulped it down.
“Come”, Myra said, taking her niece’s hand.
Susan took her aunt’s hand. “I… I have to go…,” she said, but allowed herself to be led back upstairs.
“We’re going to wake up Hiram…”
“I love you, Aunt,” Susan said as she squeezed her aunt’s hand.
“I love you too, Susan”, Myra said as they went down the hall to the master bedroom.
Susan undressed as Myra gently shook Hiram’s shoulder “Hiram, wake up, honey,” she said, “Wake up, honey…”
“Huh?” he gasped, “Myra, what is it?”
“First, take a sip of this…” she smiled, handing him the opened bottle of Rednex.
He took the bottle, and even as he sipped, Myra let her dress drop to the floor…
Susan had forgotten all about leaving as she mounted Hiram…
She would never leave.
Hiram felt so good inside of her…
As she rode him, Myra undressed behind them. Soon she had straddled Hiram’s face.
“My! My!” she gasped as she pushed her pussy against Hiram’s hungry tongue.
Susan felt exhilarated. It didn’t matter that her aunt was naked, with them.
“Oh, Susan,” Myra said.
“Yes?”
“My son’s coming to visit…”
It only half ed with Susan. The cock inside her kept her focused….
Soon they’d have a big family get together…
But that’s another story.