Fireflies

Literotic asexstories – Fireflies by fig240301,fig240301 Somewhere in north Georgia, 1952

Willard Williams sat in the wooden glider on his back porch, gazing into the distance. He held a glass of tea in one hand, elbow on the armrest, the other arm across the back of the glider. Although the glass still held tea the ice had melted, so the liquid was only faintly tinted.

It had been a hot summer day. The sun having set, a faint breeze stirred the air. Crickets began their nightly chorus, replacing the buzzing cicadas of daytime. From far away came the grinding, choking sound of a truck on the highway. A grassy field stretched away beyond the tree-shaded yard. Beyond the field were rolling hills.

Willard thought about how he should be tending to chores. He just hadn’t had the will do to much since his wife died five weeks ago. Marianne had been Willard’s sweetheart since they were very young. They had gotten married as soon as he’d come home from the army after World War I, and their marriage had been one of happiness and contentment. The couple had lived in this house along with Willard’s parents until first his mother, and then his father, had died some years back. They kept working the family farm but it became less profitable over time so Willard had also worked as a tractor mechanic for the local John Deere dealer.

Willard’s younger sister, Leona, had arrived the day before. Leona was fifty, and lived outside Atlanta, two hundred miles south. She had come to see him and help take care of things while he adjusted to life without his wife. She knew that he would have a hard time after losing Marianne.

Willard and Leona had not been close growing up. Willard was five years older and, being the only son, was shouldering responsibilities on the farm from an early age. True to most country families at the time, boys were assigned field duties while girls worked in the house helping their mothers, coming outside to hang the laundry on the line or to feed the chickens.

Leona and her younger sister Katherine had both married at an early age. Leona and her husband Dan moved away to Atlanta. Dan was a drinker and never had steady work, so Leona worked as a sales clerk at Rich’s to keep them going. Katherine had married a local boy but had died of cancer in her forties.

The clatter of dinner dishes came from inside the house. Leona had cooked dinner and had just now finished washing and drying the dishes, pots and pans.

The screen door creaked open and Leona came onto the porch. She had a rounded body, in contrast to Willard’s thin, almost gaunt figure.

“Mind if I join you?” Leona said softly.

Willard made no reply, but took his arm from the back of the glider so Leona could sit down. The glider rocked back with the weight of his sister’s plump body.

They sat silently as the darkness deepened. There was no porch light, but the kitchen light cast a soft glow from the doorway and windows. The distant hills were only an outline against the fading sky. Soon, fireflies began their nightly mating flights, winking randomly across the field.

“You didn’t eat much supper,” Leona remarked to her brother. “Still thinking about Marianne, aren’t you.”

Willard took a last sip of his watery tea and then tossed the remainder into the yard. He set the glass down on the porch and put his hands behind his head. “I guess I am, Leona. I keep turning to look for her and then I realize she’s never coming back.”

He coughed a wet cough and spit off the porch. “I guess what I miss most of all is the physical contact. I’d like to hold her in my arms again one more time. Of course, that wouldn’t last, either. Sooner or later I’d have to let her go.”

There was the call of a chuck-will’s-widow from the woods. A mosquito’s tiny keening sound circled them. Leona located it in the dark and clapped it between her hands, killing it.

“Yeah, Mari and I sure did some good lovin’,” he said, staring off into the darkness.

Leona chuckled. “Danny and I didn’t get along anyplace but the bedroom, but that almost made up for his drinking and general orneriness. I do miss that about him, anyway.”

It was full dark now. Moths beat upon the screens, trying to get inside to die against the lightbulb.

Willard rested his elbows on his knees and put his head in his hands. He sat that way for several minutes. Leona looked over and could see the dim outline of his profile. She patted him on the back, then rubbed his shoulder.

He sat back up and sighed heavily. She watched him in the faint light. Willard’s face was wet with tears and his expression was bleak. Leona wanted to console him but felt helpless.

After a minute, she seemed to come to a decision. Turning toward Willard, she slid her arm across his back. She kissed Willard’s stubbly cheek, then rested her head on his shoulder. Her other hand she put on his thigh.

Her hand moved along his lap and came to his belt buckle. Rotating towards him, she reached across and took hold of his belt. He looked toward her slightly with a questioning expression.

Bringing both hands to his waist, she unbuckled his belt and the top button of his jeans. One by one, she undid the metal buttons.

Leona reached into her brother’s boxer shorts and found his penis. Massaging it with her hand, she pulled it through the fly and freed it to the night air. All this time, he sat passively as if this were a dream, or a fantasy he was having.

Leona moved her hand up and down the shaft of his penis, which began to engorge with blood. Leaning over, she drew back the foreskin and rubbed the head of his penis. Then she paused, her face over his lap, before lowering her head to take his penis in her mouth.

Willard watched wonderingly as his sister kissed his cock. Warmth spread through his body as she took his erection into her mouth. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly. His eyelids lowered until only slits remained of his eyes.

Leona took his cock as deep into her throat as she dared, not wanting to spoil his pleasure by gagging. Her head bobbed rapidly as she sucked her brother’s dick until his hands grasped her head as he cried out in ecstasy. Leona felt the viscous blob of her brother’s semen on her tongue. As she swallowed, his body relaxed with a shudder.

Both siblings now sat back in the glider. All was stillness for a moment. Then the glider began to rock slightly as if of its own volition. Willard reached for Leona’s hand and took it in his larger one. She squeezed his hand and he returned the grip with an intensity that was almost painful to her. They kept their hands clasped for another minute, then released them.

The only sounds were the fluttering of moth wings on the screens, the rustling of the leaves of the trees in the wind and, far off in the distance, a rumble of thunder from heat lightning.

Leona leaned forward. “Good night, Will. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Good night, Leona.”

She arose and walked slowly to the door. As she grasped the handle, she looked back at her brother on the glider. Willard looked over at her and said, “I’m grateful for you, Sis.”

Leona nodded and then opened the screen door and went inside. The door swung closed behind her, the spring thrumming when it shut. Some time later, the door to her bedroom could be heard closing also.

Willard sat with his eyes closed. Then, buttoning up his pants, he too arose and went inside the house. He switched off the kitchen light and walked through the darkness to his room.