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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am NOT the author. I don't have the talent to write these
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The Family Secret
By John Kellerman
Chapter 1
The pilot's voice had just come through the intercom saying
something about perfect flying weather and night time temperatures
at the airport where they'd be landing. But Vicky wasn't really
paying much attention. Her pink tongue stuck a little ways out of
her mouth as she bit down on it and her blue eyes fluttered half
open. She'd turned off her reading light long ago and pulled her
windbreaker across her lap. The plane wasn't crowded and she had
the whole seat to herself.
"Uhnnnnn ... ohhhhh ... it is going in!" she breathed to
herself, wiggling her middle finger back and forth. The dainty
folds of her slit felt so soft ... so velvety warm. And she was
wet, too. Wet and slippery where her juices had flooded out. She
spread her bare feet on the floor under the seat in front and
pointed her toes. As her calf muscles bulged and the strands
along the insides of her thighs stiffened she felt the tension
build too. Her finger seemed suddenly to penetrate some delicate
barrier and she let herself moan louder than she should've. But
it was exciting! Her middle finger was sliding easily now, going
in all the way to the last knuckle.
She'd thought her outer folds were soft, but inside her
unsullied little pussy it felt like the fields of heaven itself.
In a flash she knew why boys were so damned interested in getting
their hot, stiff cocks inside a girl's body. It probably felt
wonderful to them to rub against all that slick softness she was
touching with her fingertip.
"Nuuuhh ... Mmmmmmm ... Ohh wow!" She wallowed her head in
her pillow and worked her slim hips up and down on the seat as her
finger explored her insides for the very first time. The thought
that she was no longer a virgin occurred to her. Well, not
strictly a virgin anyway. But her finger wasn't very big and it
hadn't hurt at all really. She touched and probed, licking her
upper lip, concentrating.
"God ... Ohhh god it's weird!" She was wondering how deep her
little hole went. Since boys were all sizes, girls probably were
too. She thought of ears and noses and the way her brother's cock
looked when he stepped out of a shower. She hadn't seen it since
he was a teenager and he was twenty-five now. But she'd noticed
the lump in his jeans plenty of times. She was remembering when
he'd taken her to the plane a month before. He'd been eyeing some
wild-looking stewardess and his pants had bulged right before her
eyes. Vicky had almost found the nerve to kid him about it but
the plane had been called and she'd hurried out. Her Aunt
Patricia's husband had died and she'd gone to keep her company for
a while. Now, with the plane nearing Rocksford, she was glad to
be getting back home before the year was completely shot.
"Ohhhh ... Ohhhh god yesss ..." She was squirming as her
bent thumb brushed her clit. The tiny lump of softness swelled
suddenly as if pumped up with water. It felt very hot. She
rubbed the nubbin again and a shot of the most glorious sensations
burst through her. She touched again, faster, harder.
"Uhhnnnn ... Ohh ... Nuuh ... Mnnnnn ...!" Her fingers worked
frantically now as she discovered the super-sensitivity of that
special spot. She'd suspected before that her clit had something
very important to do with happiness. But she'd never suspected
anything like this! She'd never even brought herself off, though
she'd heard lots of stories from girls who had. The stories had
scared her some. A few of the girls swore they'd fainted. One
said that she'd gotten headaches from playing with herself but
still couldn't keep from it. So Vicky had taken her time to get
used to her body.
The first few times she'd just stripped before a bath and
examined her mound with a mirror, not daring to touch. Then, in a
warm tub, she'd smoothed her tender cunt lips with soapy palms,
getting used to the subtle friction which made her shudder with
anticipation.
At her aunt's house she'd become bored and started to explore
more thoroughly. Using a much-creased page from a hygiene book as
reference, she'd identified each and every part between her down-
covered labia. But that hadn't told her much really. The inner
labia seemed more like the dainty petals of a flower really. And
her clitoris was a shapeless little nub of moist, raw flesh hooded
slightly by warm moist folds. The diagram indicated that this
spot was the seat of female sexual response. At the time Vicky
hadn't tried to find out if that was true or not. Now there was
no doubt in her mind!
"Ghhaaaaa ... I can't stand it," she breathed, wiggling
furiously against the seat as her fingers dug and played in the
messy juices. She'd felt something even wilder now ... an
insatiable tickle that was fast growing to a crazy itch, an itch
that seemed to make her half crazy with wanting to scratch. But
the more she scratched, the more intense the feeling became. Now
her lungs sucked air in violent gasps and her toes tingled.
Muscle tremors ran up and down her young thighs. Her short dress
had hiked up above her panties now and her jacket had slipped to
the floor. Somehow Vicky couldn't bother with all that. She'd
eased her pink nylon panties down long before, so now her feverish
cunt was there for anyone to see who might happen by. But it was
late and the old man across the aisle was snoring under his
newspaper. The stewardess was probably having herself a stiff
drink somewhere. Vicky probed deeper with her middle finger and
rubbed her thumb in slow circles against her tumid clit.
"Come on ... come on ... c-c-come on ..." she whimpered,
twitching uncontrollably as the shivers of pure pleasure jolted
through her. She didn't think she could stand much more. She
knew what those girls had been talking about now. It was enough
to drive someone mad. She'd forgotten about everything ... almost
everything. And yet that final glorious explosion she'd heard
about wouldn't come. She sucked in another lungful of air and
tried to think of something that might help her slip over the edge
into paradise.
Since she hadn't dated much, Vicky couldn't call on much past
experience. And being a tomboy of sorts, she wasn't all that
sought after as a date. But she'd kissed a few guys in the back
seats of cars. The back seat of her father's limousine, that is
... with the chauffeur peeking in the mirror.
"Ohhhh ... why won't it come?" Vicky couldn't find a boy's
face or body she was really happy with. So she made up her dream
guy. The one she thought of when she put on her nighty. The one
she'd put together as her secret god who someday would come and
kiss her and make everything perfect. He was slender and blond
with a wide face and sensuous lips. Maybe he even had a blond
mustache. And he had green eyes. She was bananas about green
eyes. The more she thought of this dream lover, the more intense
her pleasure became. Now her fingers were slick to the second
knuckles. She had all of them in her slit, her middle finger
pushed deep into her pussy as her thumb continued to stroke
thrills from her clit. And then with a shivering convulsion she
felt herself glide upwards ... upwards. The nipples of her
breasts had suddenly grown stiff and super sensitive. She rubbed
them savagely, her hand up under her blouse now as her hips
plunged up and down on the seat. Her blond dream-lover was making
love to her with his perfect cock. His perfect lips touched hers,
forced them open. His perfect hands caressed her feverish body as
he plunged deep, penetrating her to the hilt.
"Yuhhhhh ... Nuhhhh ..." she groaned, biting her lip,
pretending it was her made-up ravisher. And she pretended it was
his hands petting her firm, high breasts, smoothing her belly.
She came with a jerk, bumping her head against the dividing arm of
the seat. She'd slid down so far that her trim ass hung off the
edge of her cushion. And the slippery flood of juice made hot
lines down her thighs as she worked her body like a snake to feel
every bit of heaven she could.
"Ohhh ... it's wonderful," she breathed, tossing her head,
digging her middle finger as deep as she could possibly reach.
Her thumb trembled. She hardly had to touch her clit now to keep
the heavenly throbs going. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think,
didn't care. Until at last she pulled her knees up against her
body and shivered like that as the ecstasy trickled away through
her senses. She was breathing like she'd climbed a mountain.
Every muscle in her body had been rock hard and now felt
completely relaxed. She licked her lips and managed to flutter
her eyes open. The old man across the aisle was staring at her
with an expression of delight. Her glance made his cheeks flush
and he quickly disappeared behind the flutter of his newspaper.
Vicky felt like crawling into the small ashtray on the seat
arm and pulling the lid shut behind her. The man cleared his
throat and squirmed in his seat. He sounded every bit as
uncomfortable.
Vicky pulled up her panties and jerked down her skirt. She
tried to straighten her clothes as best she could and dug a comb
from her knapsack. Her body was still tingling wonderfully and
the crotchband of her panties had already become soaked with her
juices. When she looked at her middle finger there was a small
smear of blood where she wore her little gold ring. It wasn't
much blood ... not much at all. And her hole had felt so small
when she'd been digging around up there. Maybe she was still
mostly a virgin. But something more important was bothering her.
That man, the one who'd seen her fingerfucking, was vaguely
familiar. She'd remembered something in his face when she'd found
him staring at her. But the dark beard speckled with gray
bothered her. She didn't know anybody with a beard.
The plane banked slightly and began to lose altitude. The
seat-belt sign came on and the stewardess bustled back along the
aisle making sure everyone was properly strapped in. Vicky wadded
her windbreaker into her little pack and got her own belt in
place. When the stewardess came even with her, she bent close to
the man across the aisle.
"All fixed, Dr. Holden? I hope you've had a pleasant
flight!"
Vicky put a finger in her mouth and bit it hard. The man
who'd watched her bring herself off was her family's doctor.
Since she never went to the doctor much, she'd forgotten the fact
that Dr. Holden had grown a beard the past year. She stared red-
faced at her lap. She didn't think she'd be able to even get up
when the plane finally arrived at Rocksford.
The stewardess made sure Vicky was buckled in and moved on.
The plane nosed down more and clouds streaked close to the
windows. In a little bit Vicky would be able to see the lights of
Rocksford. She glanced across the aisle and found Dr. Holden
looking at her. He was smiling.
"Vicky? Vicky McNarey?"
"Yes?" she said, her voice almost a whisper. She was
blushing again and digging at her palm with a fingernail.
"I thought that was you." He fingered his beard. He didn't
look so old now, Vicky thought. He started to say something,
stopped, started again.
"Listen my dear, I know you must be embarrassed."
Vicky started to get up but remembered they were landing.
Her seat belt tugged her down again. She looked around like a
caged animal. Why was he saying all this? Why didn't he just
leave her alone? She wanted to jump out the window. If she'd had
a parachute, she might've considered that very thing.
"... really, it's nothing to be upset about," Dr. Holden went
on, "and I even remarked to myself as I watched you just how
perfectly normal you went about it." He cleared his throat in a
professional way. "Perfectly normal in every respect. In fact I
was impressed by the way you went ahead right there in your seat.
You didn't try and hide the act like some naughty secret. I think
you must be remarkably well-adjusted and healthy-minded, my dear.
It would be a pity if you made too much of the fact that I
accidentally observed you." He cleared his throat again. "So I
wanted to commend you and to make certain that you knew I
understood. Everybody does it, after all," he laughed. "It's
just that you do it more beautifully than anyone I can imagine."
Vicky stared up at him, hardly believing her ears. It was
the doctor's turn to blush. He chuckled goodheartedly.
"You see, I'm shyer than you are about the whole thing." He
leaned into the aisle. "And your secret is safe with me." Vicky
gave him a weak smile and pretended to be busy looking out the
window. Lights were twinkling up to them now. The plane dipped,
flattened out and touched the runway. Vicky didn't look across
the aisle again until the plane had stopped and people began
getting up. Dr. Holden went down the aisle without looking back.
Only when she was sure he was off the plane did Vicky get up and
make her way down to the door.
Chapter 2
"Well, I certainly don't want to go pick her up," Abby said,
pulling the brush through her hair. She loved her hair. So
black, so silky, so long. It wasn't the only beautiful thing
about her but people seemed to notice it first. It framed her
thin delicately featured face perfectly. She rested a hand across
her chest and admired the long fingers, the long, crimson nails.
It was no wonder that men adored her, competed for her attention.
She caught the reflection of her brother in the mirror and
frowned. "Somebody has to go meet the plane," she said, "and I'm
expecting my date any time now."
Howell finished his beer, put the can down on her dresser and
belched.
"You mean that weird dude who works at the bank? I bet he
likes you to wear spurs, don't he?"
Abby pinched her mouth tight. "Take your beer can off my
dresser, brother dear." She wiped the dampness with a tissue and
dropped it in the wastebasket. She didn't think Howell's
statement worthy of reply but it had started her thinking.
Wouldn't it be fun to really spur a man while he made love to her?
She shivered at the ultimate wickedness of it. Perry already let
her do shameful things to him and now she was considering spurs!
Her nipples went hot with blood and she had an urge to rub three
fingers across the crotch of her panties. She resisted
successfully. Howell loomed close, smelling of beer and pretzels.
His jeans were torn out at one knee and half his shirt was
untucked. The black sheep of the McNarey family. At twenty-five
he was a leech on their father's fortune. And dad went on
indulging him like the lazy hound Howell was. Her brother leaned
closer.
"Come on Abby, tell me what you and Perry do, huh? I won't
tell nobody else!"
"Why do you insist on using bad English?" she snapped,
getting up. She brushed by him in her bra and panties, opened the
closet wide to pick a dress.
"Cause you talk so god-damned nice," he was leering at her
legs as she turned with the dress she'd chosen. For an instant
Abby had a most uncomfortable feeling. Brothers weren't supposed
to look at their sisters like that. She put a hand self-
consciously to her chest, covered one cup of her bra. The weight
of her tit against her palm excited her for no special reason.
Except that she was always aware of the size of her breasts. For
her thin, almost frail shoulders they seemed huge. They rode high
and firm on her body and the nipples were embarrassingly thick and
dark. But men seemed to love them. She wasn't quite sure why.
When Perry had seen her undress that first time, he'd almost
slipped to his knees in utter worship. She smiled with the
memory. Howell made a dirty sound with his mouth and snapped her
back to the present.
"Jesus little sister, you are one hell of a piece of ass ..."
"Oh Howell, why don't you go get another beer and let me
dress?" She swung across the room, pretending not to be disturbed
by his words. But she could almost feel his eyes crawling up and
down her body. She glimpsed her thin waist in the mirror, the
graceful swell of her hips. She had legs that could rival any New
York model. Howell made another dirty sound.
"That Perry doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ..."
"Please Howell, I'm sure you don't like Perry. But he is a
gentleman. Something you don't know anything about." She pulled
the white dress over her head and shoulders and wiggled into it.
"Besides, what do I care if you disapprove? Perry is my friend,
after all."
"But you're my sister ..."
"Oh get out of here, really!" Howell bent his empty beer can
and wandered towards the door. She watched his muscular shoulders
sway and felt a tiny amount of pity. Not enough to call him back.
He closed the door muttering something sullen, Abby didn't catch
the exact words. She stood before her mirror and finished
preparing herself for her evening's date. Perry was going to
drool when he saw her.
* * *
"Come on, Perry, it's a perfect night for the little patio."
Abby giggled. "It's so private ..."
"Your brother certainly seemed upset about something when he
met me at the door."
"Just because he has to go pick up Vicky!"
"Your sister's coming back tonight?"
Abby sighed. "Yes, I'm sure she can hardly wait to straddle
that cursed motorcycle of hers and go roaming out over the lawn.
Someday she's going to crash into the ocean with that damned
thing." Perry pulled her against him.
"Abby, you look like a goddess tonight!"
"You like me?"
"Shhhhh ... come on."
She led him to the south patio, the one with the high wall
around it. There was only one entrance from the house. With the
French doors closed no one could disturb them. Of course, Daddy
was his study and didn't really care if Abby took a date to her
room. He trusted her implicitly. But it was more exciting in the
patio. And the grass felt wonderful under naked flesh.
"I feel funny out here," Perry said, looking around.
"Here, between the trees." Abby plopped down and arranged
her dress on the grass. "Nobody could possibly see us." Perry
peered around and finally sat down. She reached up to loosen his
tie and shirt collar. She let her long nails linger there against
his skin as she unbuttoned his shirt down the front. Then as he
looked at her like a lost pussy, she pushed her red mouth against
one small, male nipple and sucked gingerly.
"Abby ... Ohhh God, if you don't let me make love to you ..."
"You forgot that I already did." She frowned. "And you made
a mess of it. Got me all sticky without even ..." She dipped her
head and returned her teeth to his chest. Perry groaned and
writhed under her licking caresses. She was remembering that time
in his car. They'd come home early from a dinner date. Perry had
pulled into a grove of trees on the estate. He hadn't wanted to,
but Abby'd insisted. He'd been breathing so hard. His hands
jerked when they'd undressed her. And then his cock had caught
the light and she'd seen it jutting from his pants, seen it
clearly. She'd been shocked by its size and shape and color. The
darkened tip had brushed her white thigh then and Perry had
groaned and suddenly hot jets of his seed had spurted across her
belly. Perry's clumsy attempt to mop the mess from her skin had
embarrassed her more than anything.
"I'll do it right this time, darling," Perry begged. His
eyes were large and moist. He pushed a hand up under her dress.
Abby squirmed down onto the grass as his fingers pressed upwards
against the lace crotch of her panties. They were the finest silk
panties that could be bought. She hoped Perry appreciated them.
Her juices surged, wetting the sheer, taut band.
"Perry ..."
"Now Abby, I want you now!"
"If you don't watch out, you'll make another mess." She
could tell he was loosening his pants. "And anyway, it's not the
right time. You might make a baby ..."
"I've got something ..."
"Don't Perry ... don't!" She had a grip on his wrist but he
was sliding the band of her panties to one side, getting a finger
between the swollen lips of her pussy. She could feel the taut
black curls divide. Then her back arched and she quivered like an
arrow had gone through her. "Uhhhnnnnnn!"
"Abby ... let me kiss you." She could feel his mouth slip
down her neck, down the swooping neckline of her dress. Then he
caught her head between his hands and pressed his lips hard
against hers. She struggled. Abby didn't like to let Perry kiss
her unless he'd been especially nice or brought a gift or
something like that. But he had her firmly, his tongue forcing
her teeth apart.
"Mmmnnnooo ... noo!" His tongue raked the roof of her mouth.
She gagged and struggled, the kiss went deeper and she felt
herself weaken in his embrace. Then the thought hit her ... hit
her like a storm. She could almost imagine that tongue of his
against her somewhere else. It would feel a thousand times more
wonderful if he'd do it there. She managed to slip her mouth to
the side.
"If you want me, you have to kiss me first ... down there!"
She was panting so hard she could hardly get the words out. Perry
froze for an instant. She knew he hadn't dated much before he'd
met her. He was twenty-one, her age. But he was a hundred times
shyer. He even thought she was still a virgin, something she'd
not bothered to argue with him about. She could make her cunt so
tight that poor Perry would never know the difference anyway.
Once when he'd felt her up, she'd been able to keep his finger
from entering her body by sheer muscle power alone. Perry had
been impressed. She was the most virginal virgin he'd ever known.
As far as she could tell he'd gone to bed with only one girl in
his life. The redheaded waitress at the truckstop five miles out
of town. And that had been on a dare with a half-pint of whiskey
to shore him up. Rumors had it that Perry had made a mess of that
one too.
"Do it, Perry," she breathed, pushing his head down. "Do it
to me like that!" The idea of having a male licking between her
white thighs had absolutely devastated her. She had to have it
done now! She wouldn't let Perry escape this night without
feeling what it was like. She'd heard stories. Now she had to
know. But would shy, nervous Perry dare such a thing?
"Abby, I want you so bad!"
"Then do that to me! Ohhh hurry!" She wiggled her body in
the grass, throwing her thighs wide. Her dress scooted up around
her waist as she forced Perry's head down. She could smell her
own musk, the flooding excitement of her body! She writhed and
moaned, digging her long fingers deeper in his hair now as she
tried to pull his lips against the drenched silk of her
pantycrotch.
"God, I've never done anything like ... Abby ... Ohhh god,
you smell so nice!"
"Do it," she rasped, tilting her hips up sharply, her right
sandal flopping off. With a grunt of excitement Perry began to
lick the white silk band that clung to her outer lips. Abby
widened her legs more, letting the inner petals of her cunt bloom
outwards against the spit-soaked silk. Perry felt the raw flesh
through the pantycrotch. She knew he could feel it! And in his
excitement, he was gouging the silk aside with a shaking finger.
"Abby! Oh god, I love you Abby!" His tongue divided the
heavy lips of her pussy and she choked a cry of pleasure, both
sandals kicked off now, her heels digging wildly at the lawn. She
rocked her hips, opening her blossoming folds to be licked. She
couldn't even yell out her enjoyment it was so intense. Instead
she just gurgled quietly, plunging and rubbing her dripping pussy
against her shy lover's tongue and teeth and chin. He was
obviously new at the game. But Abby had never been eaten out
before, so it didn't matter. She could feel him trying to hit the
right places and even when he missed the sensations were
electrifyingly good.
"There ... right there ... harder. Ohhh damn, damn do it
harder. Noooo, you missed it ... that little bump! Yess ...
Yesssss!"
Perry growled a little and hooked his fingers under her
dancing ass. Then he wallowed his face deeper in the stretched,
feverish velvet of her slit. Now he was hitting her clit good!
She grunted like a hungry panther, dug her nails into the nape of
his neck.
"Ohhhh shit! Ohhhh eat it! Bite it!" She humped violently
against him, not caring whether she hurt him or not. "Uhnnnnn!"
Abby put her sharp heels against the small of Parry's back. Now
she was thinking of those spurs again. Like her brother had
teased her about. What if she did have some on! She could really
make Perry go after her, couldn't she? As if she were actually
wearing a pair, she dug hard into his muscles. He squirmed with
pain but kept his mouth tight against her pussy. She could hear
the slick sucking sound of his lips as they curved and pulled at
her tender membranes.
"Abby," he gasped, trying to pull himself up onto her body,
"let me fuck you now!"
"Nooooo!"
"God Abby, I'd do anything if you'd let me!"
"No, I don't want to fuck. I want you to keep doing that!"
"Please Abby, I ..."
"Eat my pussy, Perry! Ohhhh god, keep doing it!"
When she felt him press his lips against again, she sighed
with relief. He had her clit now. He'd finally learned that it
was a special spot on her body. She rewarded him with a hug of
her thighs. Her toes spread and tingled. She felt like her skin
was glowing red hot. The slurpy sounds between her thighs grew
louder as Perry captured her clit between his lip and tongue and
worked it over good.
"Ohhh ... Yaaahhhh! I'm gonna come, darling! Ohhhhhh!"
Her thin arms flailed the ground and she beat against Perry's
back. She was so excited she was seeing stars. And she couldn't
get enough air, couldn't scratch that lovely tickle enough. The
explosion ripped through her and she could no longer stifle her
passion. She gave a long, shuddering cry and fell limp on the
grass.
Perry was up, jerking at his pants and looking around like
the marines had landed. Abby could see him spinning in panic. Of
course her father must have heard her scream. Everyone must have
heard it, even Jim the chauffeur who lived down by the garages.
She pushed herself weakly onto an elbow but slumped back. Perry
bent over her, pulling both arms.
"For god's sake, Abby get up. Somebody'll be coming."
"You might zip your fly," she managed, staggering to her feet
and leaning heavily against the nearest tree. Her sandals were
somewhere in the long grass. She felt around with her feet,
holding onto the tree for support. Someone was tapping on the
French doors that opened onto the patio from the house. Perry
went over and swung them apart.
"Hello Mr. McNarey, awful good to see you, sir." Perry was
breathless, trying to comb his hair. But he was using the back of
the comb instead of the teeth. Abby looked at Perry, then at her
father, and began to laugh. Carl McNarey frowned and pushed a
hand through his thick hair. For a man of fifty he looked like
dynamite and he knew it. Abby was always amused at his vanity.
"Abby, what was all that ...?"
"I'm just fine, Dad. Perry was tickling me and I couldn't
get loose. I just had to scream." Her father fingered one of his
biceps and glanced at Perry. Perry nodded and laughed. He was so
nervous he was about to pee his pants. Again Abby enjoyed
watching him squirm.
"Won't do it again, sir," Perry blurted. "Just got carried
away."
Her father lifted an eyebrow as if to say he didn't believe a
word of what they'd told him. Abby wondered if he could smell the
hint of hot, raw pussy that seemed to float in the heavy air of
the patio. She sure could and it was her own aroma too. Carl
McNarey rubbed his muscled belly and turned on his heel. He
stopped at the French doors.
"Your mother went to bed with a headache. It would be nice
if you didn't awaken her before morning." As her father departed
down the hall, Abby clucked her tongue. Mother in bed early.
That meant that Carl would be spending some time with his sister.
As strange as it sounded to her, it seemed natural too. She'd
glimpsed them kissing once four years ago when Mona came to stay
with them. And then her father's sister moved in to stay. Poor
Florence hadn't suspected a thing, Abby knew. Or maybe she knew
all and let things go along as always. Florence had never been
too hot for lovemaking. It was a wonder her mother had managed to
get enough seed shot into her to make three babies. It was only
because father was such a virile lover, no doubt. Abby sucked her
lip.
"But it is incest," she said aloud. Perry looked up at her
from tying his shoe.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing. Just family secrets."
She was trying to imagine Mona under the heaving body of her
father. Mona was a tall woman with very small breasts. She had a
continuous tennis tan and her face was wrinkled not so much from
her forty-five years as from the constant bombardment from the
sun. She wore her gray-blond hair in loose curls. She was a
striking woman for her age, much sexier than mother. So it was no
surprise that their father was drawn to her. Except for that one,
nagging detail. Mona was Carl's sister. For the first time in
her life, Abby was really considering the possibility that her
father and his sister did more than just kiss. But she hadn't any
proof of anything more, had she?
"Isn't there some way we could go to your room?" Perry
whined, jerking at his shoelace. It broke and he cursed and threw
the ragged piece into the grass.
"I'm bored with you tonight, Perry. Here father came and
accused us and you let me make up the excuse. Don't you have any
creative ability at all? You're a wimp under pressure ... an
absolute wimp!"
"Don't be mad, Abby!" he gasped, getting up to go after her.
She let him catch her at the French doors, let him pull her into
his arms. She kissed him a little, giving him only the tip of her
pink tongue. "I did what you wanted, didn't I?" he breathed
against her ear. He smelled strongly of pussy. Her pussy. But
somehow she wasn't turned on by that fact. Instead, a vagrant
thought flew into her mind. Something so wild that she had no
idea where it'd come from. It was her brother's face smeared with
her juices. For just an instant it was Howell standing there, his
big arms surrounding her, his hands moving.
"Oh! Let me go, Perry. Why don't you go home now? I think
I'll go upstairs."
"Abby, for god sake!" He pulled her close. "My balls are
hurting. You've got me so excited."
"Oh ... you men!" She pulled his fly open and plunged her
long fingers inside. She searched under the elastic of his jockey
shorts until she found the rigid shaft of his cock. It felt damp
and very, very hot. She began to squeeze the spongy tip and
massage the skin up and down.
"Abby ... Jesus! Ohhh Jesus Christ!"
"You tell me before you come, damn it, last time I got it all
over my best sweater,"
"Don't stop, Abby. Ohhh god, god damn!"
Abby could feel the blood rushing to his balls and cocktip.
His shaft was throbbing how, pounding forcefully against her palm
as she jacked him. She felt his belly go hard, watched his eyes
roll in his head. He choked on a breath and fell back against the
side of the small porch. The top of his slacks came unbuttoned
and fell halfway down his thighs. Abby didn't let on how much the
sight of his prick and balls affected her. She could see the
heavy orbs swinging back and forth as she worked the skin of his
tumid cock. She found herself staring at the tiny slitted opening
at the tip of the head. She'd never been that interested in the
mechanics of sex before but suddenly she was very curious about
exactly what it looked like when a male came. And this male who
was panting and leaning against the side of the house was about to
do that very thing.
"Abby ... a Abby ... Abbeeee!" he rasped, hands going to her
shoulders as his eyes rolled shut. The first appearance of seed
was only a bubble. It was followed by a rivulet of foamy white
and then came the big surge. A thick streak of jizz leaped into
the air and splattered loudly on the bricks of the patio. Perry's
face looked torn between absolute pleasure and excruciating pain.
Maybe because at the first leap of seed, Abby had become so
interested in the way his prick was pumping that she'd stopped
working the skin up and down the shaft. She started the rhythmic
milking again and another flood of hot curds rolled thickly from
the little opening. They dribbled down over her knuckles, down
into the curls around Perry's balls until at last the drops
splattered down to join the growing puddle between his feet.
"Yuckk," she whispered, seeing the sticky, slimy strings of
her date's cum hanging between her fingers. She wiped them
against his shirt and shuddered a little, her fascination quickly
gone. How did all that snotty-looking stuff make a baby, she
wondered. And yet even with the aversion she felt for its
consistency, something about its slickness, its aroma, made an
unexpected thrill tremble through her.
"I've really got to go, Perry. Goodbye."
"Abby, wait ..."
But she left him buttoning up, zipping up and muttering. She
padded down the hall barefoot, reminding herself to retrieve her
sandals before tomorrow's sun had a chance to get to them. At the
turn of the hall she saw her father talking to Jim, the estate's
handyman and chauffeur. Something about picking up Vicky. Abby
tried to slip by but Carl saw her and smiled, pulling her over.
"Wouldn't you like to go with Jim to pick up Vicky? It would
be a shame if someone of the family wasn't along, don't you
think?"
"Oh Daddy, do I have to? Perry gave me a terrible headache
and I was on my way upstairs." Carl shook his head.
"I hope that's all he gave you," he said, lifting his eyebrow
twice. That usually meant he was about to laugh. Abby blushed in
spite of her resolve never to be embarrassed about anything. Then
she realized that her father had smelled the sharp aroma of
Perry's semen on her hands. She hid them behind her and hurried
upstairs on the run.
Chapter 3
Vicky wasn't at all surprised that her mother didn't come
down for breakfast. Even to welcome her home after a month at
Aunt Pat's. Florence's headaches were famous. Sometimes she used
them for weeks on end. Sister Abby had learned the ploy as well.
She'd gotten out of going to meet the plane with Jim by pretending
some complicated migraine. Vicky knew because Jim had told her
himself. She and Jim were old friends, fellow miscreants of the
McNarey Estate. Though the chauffeur was quite a bit older, he
treated her as a peer. When things got strange at school, Vicky
had always taken her problems to Jimmy, as she liked to call him.
He was a large man, a native of Canada, whose soft-spoken kindness
had always appealed to Vicky. She had to admit that she had more
affection for him than her mother or sister or even her brother.
Only Carl, her father, rivaled Jimmy in her personal popularity
poll.
"I suppose Jim told you that your cousin is staying with us
for awhile," Carl said, passing a plateful of melon pieces.
"He mentioned it. I don't even remember Kevin." Vicky forked
a chunk of cantaloupe and held it up to her nose for inspection.
"Is he the kind of ..." she rolled her eyes, "wigged-out lad that
they sent to special schools and all?"
"Yes," Carl said. "Really a shame. He's quite intelligent,
I think. In his own way, of course. But that speech thing ..."
"Now I remember," Vicky said, sitting up straighter in her
chair. "He can't talk. My little chubby cousin who couldn't talk
..."
Carl wiped his mustache. "He's not chubby anymore. Grown
into a very nice-looking young man. But they've never solved that
problem with his speech. Some connection in his brain I would
think but I'm no expert!"
It'd been years since Vicky had even thought of Kevin. He'd
only been a baby when she'd last seen him. A strange little kid
who made grunting sounds and scooted around much like other
children. But he had a special aura about him all right. Yes,
she remembered the look he'd get in his eyes. Like he was seeing
things other kids couldn't.
"He'll only be here for the summer," Carl went on, "and Gus
and Rebecca thought he'd do better if we housed him away from the
main house. He likes to spend a lot of time by himself so it
seems. Too much social hubbub confuses him." Carl pushed his
chair away from the table and rose. "My brother tells me he's
gotten to be quite a woodcarver."
"Kevin? A woodcarver?" Vicky glanced at Abby, who hadn't
seemed a bit interested in anything that'd been said. It was hard
to imagine that roly-poly little baby becoming anything special.
But of course a few years had slipped by. Vicky realized she had
been nothing much special herself back in those days. When she
looked back at her father she caught him giving his sister Mona
the strangest look. Vicky could almost swear it was a hot come-
on. She glanced at Mona and saw the handsome woman lick her upper
lip in an obviously sensual way.
As the breakfast table was abandoned, Vicky kept an eye on
Carl. He and Mona were on their way to the tennis court, laughing
and talking. Vicky couldn't suppress her curiosity. She went to
the garage to take the canvas off her motorcycle and for awhile
she tinkered around with it, starting up the engine, taking a few
turns around the drive. But she finally parked it and sneaked
around back. Just as she'd suspected, the tennis court was empty.
Carl's racket leaned against the net and nearby was Mona's
monogrammed towel.
Vicky was having a hard time believing this. She wouldn'tve
been surprised to find that her father was having an affair with
someone. He'd been doing that for years. Almost every time
Florence pled a headache and went to bed. But his very own
sister! It made chills run up her back. Or were they thrills?
Abby was lolling on a couch in the living room with a
fingernail file and polish, Vicky didn't even rate a look as she
padded by and turned down the long hall. The library was empty
and so was the small greenhouse that opened out into the huge back
yard. But the door to the billiard room was closed and locked.
Vicky tried the knob carefully so that no one inside would know
she was there. Vicky smiled. There were other ways to find out
what was going on. She went to the next door down the hall and
entered quietly. It was a small kitchen and bar, there only for
parties Carl sometimes threw for his men friends. And though the
sliding service door was closed, Vicky knew exactly how to get it
open. She'd used every room in the house for a playground at one
time or another.
She found a paring knife and climbed onto the counter,
working herself over to the door as quietly as possible. She was
lying on her belly now and through the thin wood of the sliding
panel she could hear her father's voice. A groan from Mona
followed by a shuddering sigh. Vicky's hand trembled as she
gingerly pried the bolt back with the short-bladed knife. Did she
really want to see what was going on in the billiard room? When
Mona moaned again, she decided that yes, she did want to see. The
bolt inched back and Vicky held against the pressure of the spring
as she eased the service panel open. Then she let the bolt slip
back to its previous position, careful not to let it snap. She
had an inch wide slit to peer through now and dragged herself
forward on elbows. When she pushed her short nose up against the
wood and squinted through, her heart lurched.
Her Aunt Mona was bent forward over one of the billiard
tables. She had on the white top of her tennis outfit. The short
skirt lay between her feet on the floor and so did a pair of fancy
frilled panties. From the waist down Aunt Mona was stark naked.
Vicky felt her own body flush with heat. A slick sensation
between the lips of her cunt was spreading to the crotchband of
her panties. And the reason she'd experienced this sudden rush of
sexual fever was because her father was naked too. He stood
behind his well-preserved sister with the biggest hard-on Vicky
could imagine. The head of his cock looked like some strange blue
mushroom. It was coated slickly with Mona's pussy juice. And as
she watched, Carl eased it up between the lips of her aunt's cunt
again and rubbed it teasingly against the protruding nubbin that
swelled out from between two plump petals. Mona's clit! Vicky
finally remembered to breathe.
"Uhnnnnn ... Ohhh Carl, darling, if you don't ram me with
that lovely cock of yours I think I'm going to faint!"
Carl ran his hands over Mona's full, white ass, caressing
each cheek with special attention. Then he bent to kiss her back.
He was holding the weight of his cock up as he worked it around in
circles. Vicky realized that he was searching for the hole in her
aunt's body, searching for her pussy opening. Vicky rocked her
slim hips, felt the seepy butter smear out to mingle in the blond
down that covered her pubes. With a jerk, Carl pushed his hips up
and under. Mona's ass rose slightly from the edge of the billiard
table and a look of pleasure spilled over her features. She was
breathing raggedly, her fingers hooked tightly over each mahogany
siderail. Carl closed his eyes and growled as he jabbed upwards.
Vicky sucked a quick breath as she watched her father's thick
shaft half disappear. She was only guessing but it'd looked eight
inches long before he'd put it between Mona's cuntlips. Now there
were just four inches left. Mona's ass shivered and she rocked
her hips sharply to one side.
"Ohhh, Carl ... Ohhh fuck me my darling ... fuck me to
death!"
Carl bit her back and then kissed it. His hips were working
steadily now, rooting the head of that huge cock deeper all the
time.
"You're the best fuck in the world, Mona," he gasped.
"Only because you are," she breathed back. Her knuckles were
white as she clasped the edge of the billiard table.
Vicky tried to swallow but found her mouth dry. She managed
to lick her lips and pull herself together somewhat before putting
her eye back to the crack in the sliding door.
"Yesssss ..." Mona was plunging and roiling her ass, moving
against the surging power of Carl's lovemaking. His cock was
buried to the hilt now and Vicky could hear the sucking, slick
sounds of their fuck. There was an unmistakable aroma of hot
pussy, too, which drifted through the tiny opening she was using.
There was certainly nothing dirty about the smell. There was even
a hint of perfume along with it. Expensive perfume. And for the
first time Vicky found herself amused by what she observed. The
only way to describe that overall scent was to call it the smell
of very pampered cunt. And so her aunt was just that. A very
pampered cunt.
"Deeper ... deeper my darling!" Mona's head flopped on the
green felt. She was drooling a little. Vicky found herself very
excited. Even though she hadn't resolved her moral uncertainties,
the witnessing of the event was terribly thrilling. To watch her
strong, virile father really slap the meat to good old Aunt Mona!
It served Florence right for pulling that silly headache bit all
the time. Mona wasn't going to let a headache get in the way at a
time like this.
"Mona baby, you're lovely ... the loveliest fuck!" Carl
grabbed his sister's wide hips and rooted to the hilt. From the
squishy, slurpy sounds Vicky could almost imagine the slickened
head of his prick rubbing and pressing in the deep folds in her
aunt's body. What did that feel like to a woman anyway? Vicky's
only experience was her own finger and she was certain that a
man's prick could fill a girl's clasping tube much better.
"Carl ... Carl ... Jesus god in heaven!"
Mona's back was sharply curved now, arched down as she lifted
her quivering ass high to make room for the gouging, ramming cock.
Carl held her cheeks firmly as he fucked in and out with savage
movements of his body. It was getting good for him, too. Vicky
could tell.
"Are you getting it good, Mona?" he gasped, biting his lip.
His gray-flecked hair was mussed and there was a patina of sweat
on his forehead. Mona pounded the surface of the billiard table
weakly and seemed to be choking. But Vicky knew that she wasn't
really choking at all.
"Carl ... Ohhh I'm going to come! I am ... I am my darling!
Now-ow-ow-ow! Unhhhhhh!"
Carl seemed to come unglued. Vicky's mouth fell open as she
watched him almost climb up Mona's back, his muscled ass plunging
wildly now, going at her aunt's ass from every angle, every speed.
Then he held himself as deep as his shaft would fit and it seemed
like Mona had gone into convulsions. She flopped belly down on
the table, her breasts popping from the tennis blouse she wore.
Vicky saw that they weren't as firm as her own young tits, but for
a woman of forty-five, they looked fantastic.
"Yesssss, Carl ... Ohhhhhh!" With a shriek, Mona seemed to
tremble all over and collapse. But her ass was still dipping and
dancing and making quick little circles around the plunging
movement of Carl's cock. His shaft was shiny and dark with
trapped blood. And now Vicky could see something oozing down the
underside, dripping down to his balls. As he fucked with animal
fury, the droplets splatted to the rug, darkening it noticeably.
Vicky could hardly think. The wild show before her eyes was
exciting enough if she'd had no personal connection. But the fact
that it was her father and his sister making love on the billiard
table in her very own home.... She worked her teeth against her
lip and felt another tingle of pleasure shoot through her pussy.
Carl was holding his cock deep again now, resting his chest
against Mona's tan back. They were both panting like crazy and,
except for an occasional shiver or jerk, the fucking seemed to be
at an end. Vicky could see her father's cum making whitish trails
down the insides of both of Mona's thighs now. The hot stuff
leaked all the way to her ankles and dripped off slowly. The room
was full of a sharp smell, something Vicky had never had a whiff
of before. She wasn't sure it was Carl's cum she smelled. But
she hadn't smelled anything like that when they'd just been
fucking.
"That'll ruin my tennis game for the rest of the day," Mona
breathed as Carl continued to kiss her back. With a sucking sound
his cock slipped from Mona's body and Vicky held her breath again
as she watched the cum hang in strings from the tip. Mona turned
and slid to her knees on the floor before Carl. With hungry
animal sounds she began to clean him up. Vicky watched
spellbound. She'd never in her life heard of such things
happening. But the two of them were even closer to her vantage
point than before. She could see her aunt's tongue flicking out,
curving around the cum-coated head. Carl's cock was only slightly
wilted and it hung down at a curved angle. His sister held it up
delicately with her long fingers, her lips and tongue working
gingerly over the raw, fevered surface. Then she turned her face
brightly up at Carl and smiled, cum glistening on her lips.
Finally, Vicky managed to swallow.
"Oh wow," she breathed to herself, "wowee!"
Vicky didn't know where she was going when she stumbled from
the room. She'd left the little service door open, left the
paring knife on the counter. She felt dazed and strangely excited
too. Her own father! But all she could really see when she
thought of him was the shape of his cock. The slippery way it had
penetrated her aunt's pussy. Her body tingled as she pushed a
door open and wandered back through the grounds.
It was a beautiful day, birds twittering in the trees, the
sun coming through the leaves. Vicky wondered if she should feel
upset because she'd witnessed incest. But she wasn't particularly
disturbed. She tugged a braid as she walked, looking down at her
feet, feeling the grass poke between her toes. Her T-shirt felt
uncomfortably tight until she realized that it was because her
nipples had grown larger. This was something new to her too.
She'd noticed the phenomenon a couple of times while bathing. But
now with the soft cotton rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, she thought
she might go crazy if she couldn't fling off everything and roll
in the prickly grass.
The thin denim of her shorts had pulled up between her cunt
lips too. That was because her labia had swollen and bloomed
apart. She felt like she was being fingered expertly by some
invisible force. Every step she took was beginning to really get
to her.
"Damn ... what's happening to me anyway?"
She thought of the incident on the plane, of how she'd worked
her middle finger gently into her hole and then rubbed herself
with her thumb until she'd come. Then she blushed at the thought
of what Dr. Holden had seen as he'd peeked from behind his paper.
How could anyone be so sneaky? She shook the thoughts away and
tried to keep her mind from spinning off into wild flurries of
desire.
Vicky was about to turn around and return to her room so she
could give herself a good fingerfucking when she came around the
corner of the guest house. There on the grass knelt the most
beautiful male she'd ever seen in her life. He was holding a
knife in one hand and an intricately-worked piece of wood in the
other. He smiled, his blue eyes sparkling in the sun, his hair
was blond and shoulder length. Vicky's breath left her as she
recalled the reverie she'd had on the plane while exciting
herself. That dream prince she'd conjured up out of her dreams.
Here he was in the flesh, almost every detail perfect. And then
she knew that this was her cousin Kevin. The long-lost cousin who
couldn't speak a word.
And still she felt like she was drifting, in a strange new
world. She went over to him and knelt there. God, he was
beautiful! She made a quick calculation, came up with the guess
that he was seventeen. Yes, just two years older than she. Vicky
had been the ripe old age of six when she'd played with him.
"Do you know who I am?" she asked. His blue eyes seemed to
know her. He pulled nervously at his cowboy shirt and went to
carving again. But he was watching her from the corner of his
eye. Vicky could hardly keep her hands off of him. She touched
his blond hair lightly while he chipped away at the wood. She
could see his chest where a snap had come undone. She wanted to
touch him there too, kiss him there. If only she could take him
in her arms ...
"Kevin, I'm your cousin Vicky. We used to play together."
Kevin nodded without looking up. So he'd known all along. It was
at that moment she noticed the swell at the crotch of his jeans.
Vicky had never been so excited in her life. She glanced around
to see if they were alone. It seemed that they were. Away off
she could hear Jim whistling as he washed one of the family cars.
"Would you show me where you live?" she said softly. Kevin
looked up at her, licked his lips and sighed. Then he got up. It
amused Vicky to watch the boy try to hide his obvious erection
from her. Somehow he straightened it in his pants and led the way
into the guest house.
Vicky looked around the room. There were pictures of planes
and the usual junk a teen-age boy collected. She knew from
experience. Her own brother had been the same way. At last she
walked very close to Kevin and gave him another of her best
smiles. One braid swung out to touch his face as she spun. He
was half a head taller than she and just perfect for hugging.
Again she had the most powerful urge to do that very thing.
"We're gonna have a terrific time this summer, you and me!"
she said, clapping her hands. Kevin smiled. He was staring at
her like if he didn't she might suddenly disappear. She picked up
a braid and tickled his cheek with it, smiling mischievously all
the while. He was barefoot too and she couldn't resist lapping
her big toe over one of his. Kevin closed his eyes for a good
five seconds, opened them again.
Vicky had never experienced anything so intense. And what
made it better was that for the first time in her life, she felt
in control of things. Usually boys made her nervous. They knew
more, or were stronger or more aggressive. It was always
something. But now she was the one in charge. She was
controlling her cousin, watching his reactions. Her nipples
glowed hotter than before and the silken crotch of her panties was
doing simply terrible things to her poor little pussy.
"Kevin, I've got a secret," she said, motioning him close.
He bent shyly in her direction, eyes curious. When her lips were
just brushing his earlobe, she whispered, "If you don't kiss me, I
think I'll just die."
Kevin jerked back a little, swallowed. He wasn't smiling
anymore, but he wasn't frowning either. Then she knew he was
going to do it. She lifted her chin as their lips brushed. Kevin
didn't know the first thing about a good kiss, but Vicky moaned a
little and melted against his slender body. He put his arms
around her a little. It was like he was afraid that if he touched
her she might break. Vicky hugged him, too, only tighter. Her
nails explored the bumps of his ribs and then she dug under his
shirttail and rubbed passionate patterns against the small of his
back. Now it was Kevin's turn to moan a little.
It was obvious he had no idea what was happening to him. She
could feel his cock pressing against her thigh. She worked her
hips up and down, letting him feel the pink tip of her tongue.
She pretended to weaken and fall across his bed, somehow managing
to pull Kevin with her. He was really mixed up now, but she kept
petting his body, kissing his lips open a little. Sooner or later
he'd have to get the message, wouldn't he?
"Oh, you beautiful man, you!" she breathed, nuzzling her
short nose down into the hollow of his neck. She scratched his
shirt open and ran her fingertips across the smooth, tan surface.
It rippled as he tried to get up. Vicky threw a leg over one of
his and touched her slightly parted lips against his chin. She
was a little ashamed at being so aggressive, but she was burning
up with want. Watching Carl sock it to his own sister had gotten
her blood to boiling. She wanted a little fun for herself. At
fifteen she was still really a virgin. And she didn't want to
remain one much longer.
"Ohhh Kevin, Kevin ... kiss me!"
Kevin made a sound. It was like a word that didn't quite
work. A word of fear maybe or uncertainty. Vicky knew how to get
rid of uncertainty. She pushed the flat of her palm down his
belly, down, down. She slipped fingers under the elastic of his
shorts. But even as her fingers curled under the throbbing
hardness of his white cock, it began to soften. Kevin made
another little sound and tried to rise from the bed.
"Oh darling, don't do that," Vicky gasped, squeezing and
massaging the dying shaft. But now it was just a little soft
snake. The fever had gone out of it and all the stiffness. She
could hardly believe that her own foolish bumbling had done that.
Kevin jerked her hand from his pants and sat on the edge of the
bed, breathing hard. He wouldn't look at her, wouldn't let her
touch him.
Vicky walked to the door. She felt like bawling. Her body
yearned for loving and she was trembling all over. She didn't
know how to make things right again. But she couldn't leave like
this. At last she went over and knelt at Kevin's feet. Then she
made him look at her.
"I'm ... I'm sorry, Kevin. It was all my fault."
She kissed his knee and got up. "I'll see you tomorrow. I
still want to be friends." He gave her a little smile then and
she hurried out before she made things worse.
* * *
Abby had finished her nails and read half of a dull book and
was now bored to tears. She wished that a girl could go into one
of the bars in town by herself without starting some kind of talk
that would eventually get back to daddy. After all she was
twenty-one. And still she couldn't really do much of anything.
It seemed as if women's lib hadn't really gotten all that far. Of
course she could always get herself a motorcycle like her tomboy
sister. Buzzing around like a maniac wasn't her idea of a good
time, though. She'd leave the motorcycles for misfit girls like
Vicky. But what could she do to stir things up some?
She wandered out to the pool and walked barefoot around the
warm tiles, admiring her painted toenails. She was thinking about
what a complete idiot Perry had turned out to be. He was a
gentleman, oh sure. But such a predictable one. She stopped,
looked around her and then quickly skinned off her panties. It
felt better having the air blowing under her dress, tickling her
cunt hairs directly. And nobody would know. She strolled on.
"If not Perry, well then who?" She remembered the time she'd
seen Carl kissing his very own sister. Carl and Mona. Wasn't
that sweet? And poor Florence with her eternal headache. Or was
Florence fooling just like she did herself whenever she wanted out
of a ticklish or dreary situation? Yes, maybe she'd picked up a
few of her mother's bad habits. But there didn't seem to be any
harm in it. The headache had surely gotten rid of Perry the night
before. She wandered on around the pool and into the house
through the big back patio.
Aimlessly she entered the billiard room and drifted to the
pinball machine in the corner. She had punched up her first game
and let the ball go when Howell came into the room and went behind
the bar. She heard the hiss of a beer opening. Her brother came
over just as she shot her second ball.
"What's going on, Sis?"
"Nothing, big brother," she said, concentrating on the
downward slope of her ball. She flipped it once but it sank in a
penalty hole and the machine gave her only five points for her
effort.
"I could do better than that with the head of my dick,"
Howell laughed, swigging beer. For some reason, Abby appreciated
his vulgar attempt at humor. Maybe because she was so damned
bored.
"My, my," she said, "what else do you do with that thing?"
"Come upstairs and I'll show you," her brother drawled,
squeezing his beer can until the metal clinked.
Abby didn't look up from her pinball game. She should have
been shocked at what her brother had said. But he'd been laying
out the naughty innuendoes for years really. It was a kind of
joke of his. Her brother had never so much as put a hand on her
in the past year. But she was remembering the way he'd been
looking the other night. She'd felt a new hunger, a fresh and
hungry electricity in his attentions.
"Naw, you shoulda let it bounce before you flipped it," he
said, reaching around her waist. She let him reach around on both
sides to take charge of the flipper buttons. Behind she could
feel the warmth of his chest and body. It was such an odd
feeling. She was actually becoming excited. And it was her own
brother doing the exciting. Something in her mind bucked
suddenly. She couldn't just stand there and let him rub against
her like that. His cock, yes, she could feel it! It felt so
close against her. But then she had taken off her panties, hadn't
she? No! This was too close.
"Howell, would you let me get loose?" She squirmed but her
strong brother closed the circle of his arms enough to capture her
against his body. "Howell!"
He was lifting the hem of her summer dress. And then she
realized with a start that his cock had been poking out of his
pants the whole time. No wonder he'd felt so close. With just
the thin cotton material separating them. And now even that
wasn't there anymore. As her brother's cocktip brushed hotly
against one cheek of her ass, Abby tried to drive an elbow against
his belly.
"Easy sister, easy!" He held her as she struggled. "You
want it as bad as I do." His hands were under her dress, rubbing
up her heaving belly. Then he surrounded one of her big breasts
and began to knead it slowly and suggestively. Her nipple
exploded outwards against his palm. Abby gave a whimpering cry
and leaned heavily against the pin ball machine.
"Don't ... Ohhh ... Ohhh Howell, please! I'm begging you to
let me go." Why hadn't she put on a bra that morning? Why hadn't
she put on a girdle and chastity belt for that matter.
"Howell ... Ohh god, what do you think you're doing?"
He staggered away from her suddenly, turning as he shoved his
cock in his pants. Then he gave her the strangest look.
"I don't know," he said, mumbling the words. "I don't really
know." Then he was gone. Abby caught her breath finally and
tried to finish her pinball game, but her concentration was shot
to hell. She went behind the bar herself and got out a bottle of
scotch. She poured herself two inches in a glass and almost
choked getting it down, but it helped the minute it got to her
stomach.
"My own brother trying to put the make on me. Boy, he must
really be getting horny." But then she turned and caught her
reflection in the mirror behind the bottles. Her light complexion
was flushed from the excitement, her nostrils flared. Her black
hair fell sexily over her shoulders and a smoldering, female aroma
seemed to surround her. Her painted nails ticked on the glass she
held. "Poor Howell. I guess I do look pretty inviting. Even to
my own brother."
* * *
That night she lay in her bed, unable to relax completely.
She'd even sneaked the bottle upstairs with her to get a little
help. She'd been feeling very confused about some things. Very
confused. Like the shivery feeling she still got just thinking
about her brother's cock touching her bottom like that. She knew
it was perverse to dwell on such things but she couldn't help but
try and imagine what it looked like back there as it pressed into
the white meat of her right buttock.
"Damn," Abby swore, sitting up in bed to reach the scotch
from the table. She poured some over her melting ice cube and
swished it around in the glass. She could see by the moonlight
that flooded across her rug. She had her balcony doors open and a
light breeze stirred the curtains. She sat with her knees pulled
up and sipped the scotch. Between her thighs, her pussy seemed to
glow like a fire banked for the night. Every movement, however
slight, set off new embers that sent tingles up and down her skin.
"Oh hell, I've already fingerfucked once tonight and it
didn't seem to do any good." She sipped more scotch and tried to
think of something like sailboats or cooking. Her cunt seeped sex
juice onto the back of her filmy gown. Maybe she could find
something to stick up her. Maybe that would ease the tension.
Something shaped like Perry's cock. No, she didn't even want to
think of that dumb, dull Perry anymore. And yet that was the only
cock she could picture. Besides her brother's thick penis. She'd
seen that once when he'd been drunk and skinned his shorts at the
pool.
"No, this is absolutely ridiculous." She took a healthy slug
of scotch. "Howell was just fooling around. He is my brother. I
am his sister. It's absolutely ridiculous to lose sleep over
something like ..."
The movement on her balcony made her start. Or had it been
anything but the wind wafting the curtains? She stared until her
eyes burned but heard nothing. She was getting too jumpy. She
felt the scotch working on her now, and it felt good. She put the
glass on the table and lay back. Her gown was tangled up across
her thighs. With just a little effort she could lift it higher so
she could get a finger into her body. But hadn't she decided to
go hunt up something bigger to penetrate her cunt with? Mmmmm,
the scotch did feel good.
There! She had heard something. And then the shadow of a
male figure filled the balcony for a second as whoever it was
entered her bedroom. Abby opened her mouth to scream but nothing
came out. Then she smelled the beer and the sweaty musk of a man
without a shirt. She knew who it was. And as Howell's mouth
closed over hers and a hand pushed her gown up, she could only
gasp under the weight.
"I want you, Abby!" he breathed, tugging at his jeans now.
She was still too shocked for words, digging her heels into the
mattress as she tried to squirm away.
"Nooo ... Ohh god Howell, you've got to be crazy coming in
here like this ..." But his hand had brushed her cuntlips open.
They were already swollen and damp with her hot juice. As his
finger teased her clit from its little hood, her ass squirmed
circles against the sheet. "Nuhhhhh ... Nuhhhnnoo," she grunted,
trying to fight the sharp pleasure that shot through her belly and
thighs.
Her breasts had burst from the top of her gown now and her
brother was mouthing them hungrily, moaning like some wild animal.
Abby thought she might be able to push him back until one of her
thick, dark nipples slipped between his teeth. Then the strength
drained from her arms as Howell tongued the supersensitive nubbin.
"Nhhuuhh," she gasped, writhing under his hands and mouth and
body. Something hot and hard pressed against her thigh. She knew
that her brother's rigid cock was getting dangerously close to her
cunt. And her gown had been jerked down off her shoulders and
shoved up to expose her belly. She could feel his hairy muscular
stomach rubbing hers.
"Howell ... this is awful!"
"It isn't awful," he grunted, "and you know it isn't!"
"Ohhh ... leave me be! Leave me ..." Her head fell to the
side as Howell's mouth wet her neck and ear. She was jerking now,
unable to stop the flood of pleasure that had swept through her
every fiber.
And Howell's cock seemed even harder now. It felt like an ax
handle as he eased it up the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She
wriggled again, tilting her hips furiously in an attempt to keep
him away from her seeping, feverish hole. But the tip of his cock
had pushed into the tangled thatch of dark cunt hair. She could
feel the curls parting until at last his glans throbbed against
the slightly parted swells of her labia.
Now Abby was almost afraid to move. Every time she did,
Howell gained a fraction of an inch. And her juices were seeping
out, slackening the spongy head of his penis. "Oh god! Ohhhh! I
can't stand it! I'll die if you stick that thing in me!"
"Abby, I can smell you, taste you!" He kissed her mouth hard
and she couldn't keep his tongue from probing deep. She moaned
into the kiss, writhing, pounding his back weakly with her fists.
But she was no match for his strength and desire. The glow that
she'd felt between her legs was growing into something else. Her
brother's cock was heating her up! She could hardly believe it
was happening. Then Howell moved his hips and she heard the wet
sound as her petals opened to him.
"Nhhhaaaa ... Ohhhhhh help, somebody, help!" Her protests
were faint gasps now as she felt her brother's passion. He sensed
an easy victory now. She knew that he could smell her excitement.
And yes, the rub of his body against her soft, white belly and
breasts was having an effect on her. But she tried to hold off
with her mind. It was wrong, this hungry, bestial lust she felt.
It was wrong because they were blood kin. She dug her long nails
against his shoulders as he lunged again with his hips. The head
of his cock had completely entered her slit now and was forcing
open the circle of muscles that surrounded her vagina.
"Howell ... don't ... don't do it!"
"I'm gonna get you at last," he mumbled, biting the tender
areola near a nipple. She arched her back sharply, her nails
going deeper in his flesh. Then she felt him lurch again, felt
the spreading stretch of her pussy as his flared crown went in. A
shudder of utter pleasure went through her. She gasped, gave a
cry and fell back on the bed, spit drooling from the side of her
mouth. Howell was on her like a tiger then, forcing her long legs
apart as he fucked for depth.
"Ahhh ... Ohhh Howell!"
Abby felt that she was past caring now. She wanted to
resist, but couldn't. The thrills were so intense, the friction
of his rigid shaft rubbing past her raped petals indescribably
lovely. She was forgetting who it was atop her. Forgetting that
it was Howell. She didn't want to know at all.
"Nhuuuh! Oowwwww!"
"You're tight and hot. God, you're wonderful," he gasped,
working his cock in and out, deepening his penetration as the skin
of his shaft became slackened with her musky juices.
"It hurts ... it hurts!" She ground her teeth together,
breath hissing between them. But there was no stopping Howell
now. He had her soft heat surrounding him now. He wanted more.
With a groan he put another inch inside her body and then another.
She bucked and wiggled as her insides opened to him. She felt the
fullness. She felt that throbbing chunk of meat entering her
deepest secret.
Howell was wheezing and bucking like crazy now and she sensed
that her tight pussy was about to bring him off. Abby felt a
sudden anger. The nerve of her horny brother, coming in, taking
her in her own bed and now he was going to pump his cum out and
leave her trembling and used. He didn't care about anything but
his own pleasure. She bit her lip and remembered the power of her
body. The sudden spasms of pleasure he'd brought to her had made
it hard to resist him. But now she was mad. She focused her
concentration and bore down with all her might. She could feel
the muscles around the beginning of her hole tighten down like the
lens of a camera. Howell made a funny sound in his throat and
then stopped fucking.
"Abby ... Jesus! Hey, god damn you're gonna cut it off!"
But she wasn't finished yet. She knew she'd stopped him from
coming. Now she wanted him to suffer a little more. She
squinched her eyes and thought only of that trembling, muscular
area where her brother's cock had speared her softness. But it
wasn't so soft anymore. She tightened again, harder.
Howell choked and his mouth came open. His face was red with
pain. She had the sonofabitch now! She felt like she could
almost pinch his prick right off at the base. Of course she
couldn't, but at least she'd cut off the blood flow, stopped his
orgasm as surely as if she'd plunged an icicle up his ass.
"Now maybe you'll have some thought of my feelings," she
whined, keeping the pressure against him. But she was beginning
to ache down there. She couldn't keep it up forever. "Damn you,
you ... you animal!"
"Abby, let it off! Christ, it hurts like hell!"
"Why did you come in here tonight?" she hissed, jerking her
hips to increase the pain on his cock.
"I told you ... I couldn't help it. I've been watching you
and I couldn't just smell your underwear and jack off any longer.
I had to know how it would be!"
His confession had unexplainably excited her. So her twenty-
five-year-old brother actually filched her underwear and used them
as an erotic aid to his self abuse. A shiver went through her.
She felt her anger starting to drain away. But she wanted to be
mad at him!
"You're awful!" she gasped, knowing really that Howell's
having stolen her panties was terribly exciting.
"Sometimes I watch you undress," he said, trying to kiss her
mouth. "I stand out on the balcony and when you've got your doors
closed, you don't see me."
"Watch me undress!" She weakened more. Her cunt muscles
were aching more than ever. She couldn't keep squeezing him like
that. And the more she thought of him with her underwear,
watching her undress ...
"I want you, Abby ... got to have you." She'd let her
defenses down and now her brother jerked his cock from her body.
It came out with a sucking sound and he quickly wiggled down
between her thighs. She struggled but it was too late. The next
thing she felt was his open mouth covering her smoldering pubes.
As his tongue gouged down along her slit, Abby sucked in a breath
and held it, her willowy body shaking with the subtle friction he
was bringing to her swollen parts.
"Uhhhh ... Ohhh ... Ohhh god, I never felt anything like
that! Never ... never!"
"Abby, Abby," he mumbled, pressing his lips against her
again. His tongue raked pure pleasure from her pussy. She felt
new floods of juice. She widened her thighs and bent her knees
up, up until her long feet dangled in the air above Howell's head.
And the noisy feast he was having began to send tendrils of
ecstasy through her in steady, pulsing rhythms.
"Ahhhhhh," she coughed, feeling herself letting go. She came
with a strangled whimper, clutching her brother's head against her
butter-smeared petals, plunging her hot cunt up and down his open
mouth. She'd fingerfucked hundreds of times, even been brought
off by the fingers of a few talented men she'd known. But this
was only the second time ever she'd gotten into paradise with a
male mouth sucking her pussy juices, lapping hungrily at her
ravaged clit. "Yuuuuhhhh!" she whimpered, flopping and squirming
in the ecstasy that seemed to float her away.
Abby was dimly aware of her brother easing himself up onto
her body again. She felt his hands exploring her big breasts,
touching her belly. Then he kissed her neck. Between her legs
she felt him move. Her thighs were pushed open and she realized
the pressure against her cunt wasn't just a finger. He entered
her easily, his pricktip smoothing back the swollen petals,
forcing her hole wide. She lay on the bed, arms out, head to one
side, letting him take what he wanted. She was giddy and weak
from the force of her own climax. She'd never been bombarded by
that much pleasure in such a short time. Her other orgasms seemed
like child's play in comparison.
"Abby," Howell grunted, working his shaft deep, fucking her
with even, forceful lunges, went on without hesitation, bringing
himself quickly to a fever pitch. She could hear the increased
tempo of his breathing, the frantic clutch of his hands against
her ass as he neared his ultimate pleasure.
She gave a little whine as she sensed the sudden hardness of
his thighs and belly. She knew he was going to shoot.
"Ohhh Howell, what if you make a baby?"
"I don't give a good god damn," he grunted and then his words
were choked off by the passion. He held to her like a boy lost in
a storm. His hips buffeted her as he speared and rammed and then
jetted his thick seed into her pussy.
Abby hadn't tried to join him in the pleasure, hadn't meant
to get worked up again. But the last few seconds of his
lovemaking had gotten to her. She held to him tightly as his
balls unloaded. She could feel the tension of her tube closing
down again, could feel her own body yearning to have that ecstasy
one more time.
"Don't stop! Ohhh god, don't stop now!"
"Baby ... I gotta stop! Abby, you don't know how it is!"
"Damn you, I'm gonna do it again ... I'm gonna come!"
"Jesus Abby, let go!"
"No ... Nooooo!"
Their bodies made the bed lurch. She wrapped her legs around
him and dug her heels into his ass checks. If only she had on
those spurs she dreamed about!
"Damn," her brother gasped.
"Fuck me! You wanted to so bad, didn't you? Well, do it
then!"
"Jeeeeezzzz!"
"Yesssss, so close! Ohhh hurry ... faster! Damn you,
Howell, go all the way!"
She forced him to give her every inch of his cock. It
pressed against her deepest parts and she rocked her hips wildly,
rubbing her engorged clit against the hilt of his shaft. The
glorious tickle was hanging so close, but she couldn't quite reach
it. And the stiffness was wilting. Howell's prick was going soft
inside her.
"There! I got it! I'm going ... going to ... Yuhhhhhh!" she
gasped, scratching blood from his back. Her hips lurched and
danced as the tickly heat turned to the utmost pleasure. She
sailed through galaxies, crying out, dying with the lust that had
taken over her body. And then she spiraled down, down into her
bed again, fighting to get her breath. Howell was a heavy weight,
smashing her down into the mattress.
"Get off, damn it!" She pushed against his shoulders, rolled
him to the side. He lay on his back, eyes closed. He looked like
a corpse. And his cock was a shrunken snake that hung between his
cum-smeared thighs.
Abby hurried to the bathroom and gave herself a douche. A
girlfriend had told her the trick and given her a solution once.
She'd never used it, but in the back of the mind knew that someday
she might have just such an emergency. She'd never imagined that
she'd be trying to murder her own brother's sperm. Gingerly she
pried her lips apart and inserted the smooth tip. When it was
deep in her pussy, she squeezed the rubber bag and felt the
lukewarm liquid fill her and then dribble out into the toilet.
The time for feeling shocked was past. Now she had only to
struggle with the new emotions her brother had engendered in her
mind. Would she find herself wanting him now? Would she start
thinking about him when the sun went down? Howell had given her
the most exciting sexual experience of her life. But even now she
was picturing his long, hard cock. She was thinking of all the
pleasure she could have from it in the future.
"God help me," she muttered, watching the drops plunk into
the toilet. "I can't let this happen ever again." And then she
thought of Aunt Mona. Surely Mona would give her some advice.
She didn't have anywhere else to turn really. Her mother would
just throw up her hands and get hysterical. But Mona knew about
life, she understood. If she could just find the nerve to confess
what had happened and what she'd felt.
Abby dabbed herself dry with a towel and glanced in the
mirror. She looked like a slightly depraved Snow White. There
were red splotches on her breasts and shoulders where Howell had
kissed her. She closed her eyes, ran a fingernail across the
places. Yes, she had to speak to Mona about all this. Because if
she didn't, she might go begging Howell to take care of her again.
The pleasure had been too intense to dismiss so lightly. She'd
want more. And then more and more and more.
"Oh, why couldn't Perry excite me like this?" she murmured to
no one in particular. Then she opened the bathroom door a crack
and looked out. Her brother had gone.
Chapter 4
Mona McNarey couldn't seem to keep her mind from straying
since Kevin had appeared on the scene. She'd known her nephew
every bit as long as any one else in the family. But Kevin had
changed. At one point she'd thought of him as merely an abnormal
child. But now he had an aura that surrounded him. It made him
something special, like some exotic being from another planet.
The fact that he couldn't use his vocal cords heightened the
effect. The fact that he was so completely innocent also excited
her. But more than anything, the difference in their ages simply
drove her wild.
She was a well preserved forty-five and he was--what?
Seventeen? Yes, something like that. Did it really matter what
the exact difference was when it was so large any way? And the
more she thought of Kevin, the more she wanted to add him to her
gallery of photographs.
"There's no damned way I can do it without embarrassing him,"
she said aloud. She was in her bedroom, her collection spread
before her on the bed. She couldn't remember when the urge to
collect male genitalia had hit her. Maybe she'd always collected
them in a way. She'd always been amazed at the difference in
length, size, shape. Even her earliest experiences with men were
still vividly etched in her memory. Every cock that had fit
between her thighs she could recall. And then she'd gotten into
photography some ten years back. It had seemed the most natural
thing in the world to record these lovely, tumid pricks.
Mona picked up the eight-by-ten glossy of her brother's cock.
It had a slight curve downward, even when fully erect. She had a
shot of it when he was forty and then another at fifty. He was
holding up quite well as far as she could tell. And he still
fucked like a mad bull. She laughed out loud, thinking of poor,
weak Florence with her headaches and complaints. Mona had known
when her brother married that she would soon be called upon to
satisfy his unnatural hungers. She'd spotted Florence as a weak
person who wouldn't be able to please brother Carl. Not like she
herself had pleased him. Since her fourteenth birthday Mona had
slept with him anytime he wanted her to. And she still loved it
when he came to rub his rigid cock against her belly, Carl's
signal that he wanted her to part her thighs wide and take what he
had to give.
He had about eight inches, she estimated.
But sheer length wasn't everything. And though she wasn't
really bored, Mona kept examining the youthful lines of nephew
Kevin's body. What would his sweet slender cock look like? She
wanted to record it on film from every angle. She wanted close-
ups of it when he was sleeping. And she wanted shots of it fully
erect. Then when all the photography was over she wanted to take
it in her mouth and ...
"Damn, if I keep daydreaming like this I'll have myself in a
terrible state of mind." She sighed, walked over to the mirror to
brush her hair. She had wrinkles all right and her hair was
streaked with gray. But surely a young man would appreciate her
body. She lifted her breasts, examining the shape and droop of
them. Luckily she had small ones. The years had been kind. She
crossed her long legs and spun towards the bed where she'd laid
out her day's attire.
She wiggled into the dancing tights that left her legs bare
and swooped down so that any male who cared to could view the
smooth tan cleavage of her breasts. The tights had a crotch that
snapped under her mound. It was a style she'd long favored
because it could be undone at a moment's notice, even under a
skirt. And since she wore no panties, she had easy access to her
pussy in almost any situation. She smiled thinking of the phone
booth she'd been thoroughly fucked in. Another of Carl's lewd
suggestions. There'd been an elevator too and.... But enough of
those old memories. She was going to concentrate on the present
even if it did drive her half mad. She snapped a skirt around her
waist and slipped into a pair of freshly washed tennis shoes.
Then she scooped up her array of cock photos, slipped them into a
drawer and snatched her camera from the dresser. Carl was taking
his daughters to town today so she'd have a number of hours to see
if she could make any headway with sweet Kevin. And so what if
she did freak him out? He couldn't tell anybody about it, could
he? She laughed out loud and pushed through the front door.
"Excuse me ma'am," the chauffeur said, "if you need the car
today, I'm available. Mr. McNarey wanted to drive the old Packard
himself to town."
"Thanks, Jim, but I'm not going anywhere."
"Very good, ma'am."
Mona headed across the back lawn towards the guest house.
She didn't know what made her glance back, but she did. Jim was
smiling, watching the easy swing of her hips under the loose
skirt. She smiled, making sure he saw it and then went on.
* * *
"Pictures. Do understand what I'm saying?" She held up her
camera and pointed. "Pictures of you."
Kevin gave a short nod and put his carving knife down on the
table beside his bed. He was wearing only a pair of swimming
trunks. They were faded and one leg was torn almost to the waist.
Mona sneaked hungry looks at the white flesh that was exposed.
When Kevin bent to pick something off the floor, she could see the
hard muscular curve of his right asscheek. What a lovely ass it
was! She fingered her camera, setting the aperture for the dimly
lit room.
"Nude photography is what I do," she smiled, acting
nonchalant. "Nature photography is what you call it. It's like
mother nature wanted. Pictures of everyone in their birthday
suits!" She laughed and looked at Kevin. His reaction was a
blank stare. She sat near him on the bed. It took all her
willpower not to reach out and brush the lovely boy's shoulder.
She kept looking at the crotch of those tight trunks, praying that
Kevin wouldn't catch her.
"Would you pose for me, darling?" she cooed, petting his
blond hair. Kevin blinked, then shrugged. Her heart was in her
throat. Finally he gave a short nod. She was in heaven!
Pretending to be busy with her camera, Mona walked around the
room. But she was glancing secretly at her new catch. Kevin was
still sitting on the bed. Maybe he didn't understand that she
wanted him posing without a stitch on.
"Why don't you slip out of those ... trunks, Kevin," her
voice was shaking. "With the light coming through the window it
should be just perfect!"
The slender boy touched his hands to his waist, hesitated.
Then after flashing her a look, he skinned them down and quickly
turned onto his stomach on the bed. Fine, Mona thought. For
starters. Let him get used to the situation. Let him get used to
being naked. She circled around him snapping off shots as fast as
she could wind.
After a moment or two she reached down to arrange his legs.
He jerked at her touch but let her bend his knees. Now she could
see the white sac hanging, the white curve of his uncircumcised
cock. It was one of the loveliest things she'd ever seen in her
life.
"Now how about rolling onto your side," she suggested, acting
as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Of course it
was as far as she was concerned. But she didn't know how Kevin
would react. He reacted just fine.
"Oh that's beautiful," she went on, getting a quick focus of
the length of his body and snapping off three shots in a row.
"Now close your eyes and prop your head on your hand. Yes!"
While the boy's eyes were closed, Mona focused on his cock
and bent forward until the gracefully curved thing filled her
frame. She took shots until she'd used up the rest of the roll.
"Why don't you relax for a while," she said, breathing hard
from her excitement. "I've got to reload this thing." When Kevin
started to pull on his shorts again, she took his arm. "Oh don't
dress yet, please don't!" She realized that her voice was not at
all natural. It was as if she were begging the young god to let
her do something more than just take pictures. And he heard this,
sensed her smoldering excitement. She saw a tinge of pink color
his face. For some reason she glanced at his cock again. It was
lengthening, hardening. Her breath caught. She couldn't remember
being so stirred up since she'd been in her teens.
"Uhhmmmm," Kevin moaned, speaking for the first time since
she'd come into the room. He grabbed frantically for his trunks
but Mona held them away. She was panting now, hot with want. She
pulled the slender boy against her body and petted his head and
shoulders.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," she said, watching
the blood being pumped to his cock steadily now. Kevin squirmed
in her embrace. He was plenty strong enough to get free if he
really wanted. But she held him just tight enough to prevent
this. His cock lengthened more. The foreskin was being stretched
back now, exposing the dark blue membrane underneath.
"God you're beautiful," she whispered aloud. She sensed that
he liked being held like that, enjoyed his position of mock
helplessness. She dared herself to try more. And so when his
cock had risen from his thigh and bobbed there like a projectile
about to discharge, she pushed him down on his back on the bed and
pinned his shoulders. There was a faint smile on the boy's lips.
Mona could no longer restrain herself. She put her mouth against
the boy's neck and started kissing him softly, wetly. He made
another of his strange sounds and squirmed. She could feel his
wiry shape under her belly. She reached down with one hand and
unsnapped the crotch of her tights. The material slipped up her
hips, cinching around her waist. She was exposed, naked from
there down. And Kevin knew it. He could feel her cunt hair with
his cock now. She groaned and kissed his mouth. He moaned into
the kiss.
"I want to love you," she gasped, half crazy with desire.
She'd never wanted any one male so badly in her life. Except
maybe the first time she'd had her brother. But somehow taking
her young nephew seemed even wickeder than doing it with her
brother.
"You darling boy! Ohhh god, you're perfect!" She worked her
hips, letting his cock divide the hairy plumpness of her mound.
Almost immediately Kevin was making an animal growl in his throat.
His eyes were closed as if in prayer. She worked her body into
the right position and felt the exposed head of his cock slide up
into her hole. With gentle, rocking motions she was penetrating
herself.
"Oh god, is this really happening?" she breathed, kissing
Kevin's face with furious passion. "I've dreamed of it, but I
didn't know ..."
"Mmmmmmm," he cooed, slipping his slim arms around her back.
He hugged her as she wiggled her hips. She could feel the
stiffness inside her. Kevin wasn't nearly as hung as her brother
Carl. But the fact that it was Kevin's white cock inside her made
it all the better.
"Ohhh, I'm crazy about you. I want to keep you forever!"
"Uhhnn! Ohhhh," the boy gasped, tossing his head back and
forth. She wondered how it felt to him. Was her forty-five-year-
old pussy tight enough to give him any sensation?
Mona rolled onto her back then, pulling Kevin on top. She
saw him smile like a child with a new toy. He kissed her eagerly
and then began to pump his slim hips in amateurish fashion. But
Mona would've been enthralled if he'd tried to fuck her with his
ear. She gasped and worked her hips on the narrow bed, feeling
the probing heat of his young cock going deep. Now that he was
really hard, he wasn't all that small. She tilted her ass so that
her clit was rubbed by the blond curls around his shaft.
"Harder darling, harder ..."
Kevin fucked her harder. He held onto her swaying, bucking
hips. He nuzzled deep in her neck, licking and sucking and
biting. She tried to make her pussy tight around him, closed her
thighs to make it better. The boy's face said that he could tell
the difference. He let out a breath and put trembling fingers
over one of her breasts. Mona closed her eyes and let it all out.
She was coming in just a few seconds, the bed thumping under the
violence of her release.
"Kevin ... shit ... Ohhhh god, Kevin! It's wonderful ...
soooo good!"
When she stopped moving, Kevin stopped too. He seemed
confused.
"Have you ever done this before?" she asked, holding his head
between her hands. He frowned, then shook his head no. She had
the funny feeling that the boy didn't know anything at all about
sex. He'd been going on instinct alone and done pretty well
considering.
"Have you ever come?" she asked, smiling to let him know she
was only trying to help. Again Kevin looked puzzled. He didn't
seem to know what she was talking about. "Come," she repeated,
"when a man makes a baby inside a girl." Kevin still looked
confused.
Mona eased her pussy free of his cock and then knelt beside
his body. She picked up his still-rigid shaft and moved the skin
slowly up and down. Kevin sucked a quick breath.
"Has anything ever come out of this little hole?" she asked,
pointing out the details. Kevin blushed, looked away. "When?"
she pressed, making him look at her again. Kevin made the motion
of laying his head on a pillow, of slumber. Mona was enthralled.
"You came in your sleep!" she laughed, bending to kiss his
flat, hard belly. "Of course! And it probably scared you, didn't
it?" Kevin nodded. Mona hugged his shoulders. "But it's all
perfectly natural," she assured him. "Here, I'll make you do it
again. It feels wonderful."
Kevin acted as if he wasn't sure he wanted her to do anything
to him. But Mona pushed him back down on the bed and leaned close
to his cock, jacking it with her hand until it was rigid like
before. Kevin's breathing changed, grew deeper. He closed his
eyes and his fists clenched and unclenched on the sheets. Mona
watched the blue head expand and grow glossy with lubrication.
Then she eased the foreskin back to expose the tender morsel
completely.
Kevin twitched when she touched her tongue to the underside.
He twitched again when she wrapped her upper lip around the curved
crown and sucked him in as far as she could without choking, but
he wasn't fighting her, wasn't freaking out.
Mona felt like she was in some kind of sex heaven. A real-
life angel to play with until the cows came home! She could
hardly believe her good fortune. She sucked longingly at the
stiff pecker that tickled the roof of her mouth with its spongy
head. Her tongue moved expertly along the sensitive underside.
She monitored Kevin's breathing and movements, sensing how excited
he was. She worked her tongue between the little lobes at his
tip. She was enjoying the youthful firmness of his flesh and the
shy moans that he couldn't hide when she licked furiously at the
bulging blue head of his cock. What did it matter if he couldn't
talk? All humans needed was to groan and moan and sigh. That's
all she cared about anymore.
"You lovely animal," she whispered, examining his prick with
ginger touches of her long nails. It was throbbing noticeably and
her spit was glossy on the surface, oozing down into his balls.
She made a trough of her tongue and eased forward again, taking
him all the way into her throat.
Kevin arched his back up from the bed and trembled. He was
holding his breath. His fingers twisted the sheet around as she
began a slow, bobbing movement. The sensation for Kevin was
probably like fucking. She tightened her cheeks in around his
shaft and made sure her tongue was in contact with the underside
of his cock at all times. Up and down she bobbed, slurping
noisily when the flared head bumped against her lips. Kevin was
like tensioned rubber. He couldn't relax now that she was
bringing him faster towards climax. She could feel his gland
begin to spasm. His balls hung loose in their sac.
"Nhhuuggg!" he grunted, twitching, clawing at the bed now.
His heels dug and scratched at the mattress. "Ahhh ... Ohhhh!"
"Mmmmmm," Mona cooed through flared nostrils. She wanted to
tell him to go ahead and unload. She wanted to tell him that
she'd drink it all, drink whatever he could manage to spurt into
her mouth. But she was too busy sucking at him to pause. And she
wanted it to be good, the best he'd ever had. She wanted this
child in her power from now on.
"Mo ... na," Kevin gasped. "Mona!" Mona was so thrilled by
the sound of her name that she almost pulled her mouth off his
cock. But she knew that that would be the worst thing to do.
Kevin had managed to speak only because she'd so excited him. Now
she was going to excite him more.
She gently took his balls in her fingers and began to roll
them around in the slickness of their sac. Poor Kevin was really
coming unglued now. He was thrashing and moaning and throwing his
head from side to side, blond hair tangling across his mouth.
Mona had never seen anything so beautiful. And her mouth suckled
powerfully at his exposed tip, begging for the dessert she wanted
so badly. It didn't take long.
"Yuuuhhhhh!" Kevin cried, pumping his hips instinctively. A
hot spurt of jizz coated the back of Mona's throat. Another
leaped from the tiny orifice and washed over the roof of her
mouth. Then it was coming in fast floods. The stickly glops
puddled on her tongue and leaked from the corner of her mouth.
She sucked noisily, getting almost all of it down. Kevin thrashed
like someone was horsewhipping him. But his face was twisted with
the agonized ecstasy that men experienced when they really got
their rocks good! Mona felt like a fairy godmother taking care of
him like that. She kept licking the underside of his prick, but
gentler now.
Kevin subsided, slumped back into the bed as if every bit of
strength had been drained from his young body. Mona went on
gently nursing at his cock for a few more seconds, urging every
last droplet up his tube and into her mouth. Then she pulled away
with a slurp and pressed her cummy lips against his navel.
"My darling, you are absolutely the most precious thing I've
ever ..." She kissed him and massaged his thighs with loving
strokes of her long fingers. Kevin smiled and seemed to enjoy the
attention. Then she rolled him over and gave his back a good
rubdown. The adolescent grunted with pleasure as she worked her
fingertips deep into his muscles. She massaged him all over and
then gave him a playful smack on the bottom. Kevin sat up and
smiled at her.
"M-M-Mona," he said, voice so quiet she almost missed it.
Mona hugged him against her naked breasts, petted his blond hair
until his heart slowed its pounding.
"I sure am happy you can say my name. Maybe you'll learn to
talk before we're through." Kevin gave her his shrug. He seemed
shy again now that all the sex was over with, Mona dressed slowly
in front of him. Though he was too polite to stare, she noticed
that he saw everything. When she was through, he came over and
gently touched her hand. She pulled his face between her palms
and kissed his nose.
"I'll be back tomorrow. Maybe we can figure out a way to
sleep together. Would you like that?" Kevin looked puzzled. She
decided to let it drop for now.
But Mona hadn't even reached the house before she was
plotting, thinking, trying to find a way to have Kevin for her
very own. She knew it wasn't going to be easy. It might even
turn out to be impossible. Her brother was a very demanding
person. And there was something about her he seemed to need.
Mona could guess part of it. They'd fucked for twenty years.
Carl was sexually habituated to her. And he wasn't one to give up
a habit very easily.
* * *
Since her rebuff by cousin Kevin, Vicky was half crazy with
desire. She wasn't showing anybody, but underneath she could
hardly think of anything else but sex. On Friday morning she'd
stayed in bed late. Afraid to try anything bigger than her
finger, she'd brought herself off until at last she lay trembling
and weak and still not satisfied. Then she'd gone down to the
basement where the exercise room was. Carl kept a couple of
vibrators down there to relax his muscles when he played too much
tennis. She settled for a unit that fit on her hand with elastic
bands and sneaked it to her room in a towel.
"I hope this thing does me some good," she whimpered,
plugging the device in and slipping off her nighty for the fifth
time that morning. Her door was locked, there was a bottle of
love oil on her bedside table. She was ready for another journey
into sex-land.
Smearing her fingertips generously with oil, she turned on
the button and pushed against her closed cunt. She'd already
climaxed three times so the outer lips parted easily and she began
to move against her clit. The vibrating movements of the machine
brought the tiny nubbin bursting from its hood quickly. In fact
the titillations were so intense that Vicky found herself writhing
on her mattress, gasping from the sexual storm that pounded
through her slim body.
"That feels almost too good," she cried, jerking her hand
away from her cunt. She stared at the buzzing thing strapped to
her hand and felt suddenly depressed. "I don't want this damn
thing rubbing me," she whimpered, "I want a real guy." She turned
off the power and pulled the elastic down over her wrists. Then
she wiped her hands on a towel as she wandered over to the window
to look down on the back lawn. She could see the guest house and
through the trees thought she saw Kevin sitting on his chair.
"All he does is whittle all day. Doesn't he care about
things that feel good?" She dressed languidly and, after hiding
the vibrator under her bed, wandered downstairs. She was thinking
of paying Kevin another visit. Maybe just talk to him. She
glanced down at the pair of jeans she'd put on and squinched her
nose. No, these weren't her best denims. She could surely find a
tighter-fitting pair.
Or maybe her bikini would even be more interesting to her
cousin. She was on her way back upstairs to change when she heard
her father talking to someone in the large side patio. There was
something about his amused tone that interested her. She slipped
up to the French doors and leaned an ear close.
"Since when did you become a therapist?" Carl asked,
chuckling. Mona frowned at him.
"Oh don't make a joke out of it, Carl. If there's any
possibility that I can make Kevin speak, don't you think I should
try?" Vicky saw her father shake his head as if thoroughly
amused.
"You're just not the do-gooder type, Mona. It kind of takes
me by surprise." He looked at her in a funny way. "So you'd want
to do this in the evening?"
"Well Carl, the child works with his carving all day. I
wouldn't want to stop him doing that. It's all he has after all."
Mona looked at her nails. Vicky thought she saw her aunt tremble
slightly. "But in the evening I could work with him on language
and sounds. I think it's just that he doesn't want to sound like
an animal that's kept him from trying to talk. I can got a little
tape recorder and ..."
"But all the specialists said--" Carl began, getting up from
his canvas chair.
"The specialists are often wrong," Mona insisted, rising too.
"Don't you think it's worth a try? Just think how overjoyed his
parents would be if I had some success."
Carl walked over to the bar wagon and made himself a drink.
"I really don't think brother Gus cares much one way or the other
about Kevin really. That's why he summers here from now on.
Maybe I didn't tell you that's the way it'll be. If Gus had his
way he'd give us the kid."
Vicky noticed that Mona seemed extremely excited.
"Well, maybe if he isn't loved at home, he should be here."
Carl waved a hand. "Hold on, let's not get in too deep. I
don't even know if we should fool around with the poor kid on this
speech therapy thing."
"Let me try, Carl," Mona pleaded.
"Well maybe it wouldn't hurt!"
Vicky left them talking and hurried upstairs. It did seem
odd that Mona was so interested in someone else for a change.
She'd always been extremely self-centered. Not that she wasn't
nice and all. But she didn't have any interests outside her own
world and had never made a pretense of any. Joining the rich
matrons of Rocksford and raising money for the orphanage just
wasn't her style. Vicky bit her lip as she thought of Carl and
Mona going at it so hot and heavy that day in the billiard room.
Yes, Mona liked to fuck too much to bother with being a do-gooder.
But it would be neat if somehow Kevin were allowed to stay with
them all year. A little thrill went through Vicky's body. She
still had hopes of getting him to like her. How could she let her
dream guy go without giving it a good try?
She chose an absolutely lawless little bikini. No American
beach would allow it ... well, maybe a few. It was only string
and a patch or two of layered silk. Yellow silk at that. She
even had to trim a few of her adolescent blond curls so that they
wouldn't poke out around the crotchband. She twirled before the
mirror, decided to unbraid her hair too. Then she found a little
blue eye-shadow and dabbed a tiny bit on each of her lids. She
didn't want to look like a hooker or anything. She just wanted
Kevin to notice her. She padded downstairs, hoping that she
wouldn't run into anybody. Not that they weren't used to seeing
her in a bikini, but this bikini was a little extreme. Someone
might figure she had ulterior motives in mind. Boy, did she ever!
Kevin glanced up when she approached. She was too far away
to read his expression but as she came closer, she noticed that
he'd stopped carving. His eyes were large and luminous.
"I wanted to apologize for the other day," she started,
sitting down cross-legged. "I guess I wasn't much of a lady."
Kevin swallowed hard, started to carve again. But his eyes kept
straying to her belly. There was lots to see and all of it tan.
"Would you like to go for a ride on my motorcycle with me?"
She watched his eyes. He seemed to be thinking her offer over.
Then he smiled a little and brushed chips from his lap and T-
shirt. "Neato," Vicky yelped, jumping up. She led Kevin down to
the garage. Jim was bending under the hood of the Caddy when they
walked up and he did a double take when he got a glimpse of the
bikini. Vicky blushed but covered by sticking out her tongue.
"You act like you've never seen a girl in a bikini before,
Big Jim."
"Miss McNarey," he grinned, "there isn't enough there to call
that thing a proper swimming suit." When she pulled her bike out
and threw a long leg across the saddle, he scratched his head.
"If you get up much faster than thirty that little bikini is going
to blow right away."
"Oh Jim," she said, motioning for Kevin to come help her.
Together they pushed the bike down the driveway and then jumped
on. The engine started easily and Vicky tooled down the private
road that led to the blacktop that followed the oceanfront cliffs.
Kevin seemed to be enjoying himself. She could feel his body
close against her back and found it hard to suppress her
excitement. What made it worse was the thinness of the little
crotchpiece that clung to her damp pussy. It was like wearing
absolutely nothing at all. And the vibrations from the powerful
engine made the delicate membranes shiver as she hit the highway
and twisted the throttle open.
The breeze went through her hair. Kevin held onto her a
little tighter. It was obvious he wasn't used to riding on
motorcycles. That was fine as far as Vicky was concerned. She
could do with a little hug from him, even if it was only from
being a bit scared.
Vicky went up the road to a place she knew. The dirt lane
off the blacktop wound down between two cliffs. She stopped and
undid a private gate, then drove on. They came up to the beach
behind a huge rock and parked. Vicky took Kevin's hand and pulled
him with her. He looked glorious with his blond hair blowing back
from his face. She wished he thought she looked glorious. But
then maybe he did.
"There's a little cave over here. Nobody much knows where it
is." It was cooler out of the sun. Vicky sat down and patted the
sand beside her. Kevin obliged but didn't get close enough for
her taste. She snuggled up until her thigh was against his.
She talked about school and about Rocksford and about her
brother always getting in trouble. She rambled on about how easy
it was to get around her father and do what she pretty much wanted
to do. But when she mentioned Mona, Kevin perked up. It was like
she'd touched a live wire. He began to breathe a little faster
and kept licking his lips. But then maybe she was imagining
things. Mona had probably talked to him about what she wanted to
try--that language therapy or whatever.
"I get lonely in the summer," she went on. "Living out here
on an estate doesn't make for much socializing. A lot of boys in
town don't date girls with lots of money." She looked at him and
pouted. "It's nice having you here this summer, Kevin, really!"
She sneaked her hand down. He let her weave her fingers through
his. "Don't you ever think about girls?" Kevin nodded. Vicky
felt her heart speed up. She scratched circles on his palm with
her nail. "You're so good-looking, I'll bet you've made it with
lots of chicks, haven't you?"
Was it a blush? No, she couldn't really tell what Kevin
thought of her question. She managed to move herself a little
closer against him. Kevin didn't seem to mind it. But he wasn't
coming on like Don Juan either. She decided to try a little
flattery.
"A girl can get tired of pushy boys; you know, a guy who
can't keep his hands to himself." She watched his face. Those
open, innocent eyes weren't telling her anything. And she was
wondering if she would ever be able to excite him at all. She
might as well have been a dog there beside him. And he hadn't
even given her coat a good ruffling. But then she saw him looking
at the titty closest to his arm. Sure, it wasn't very big, but it
was firm and rounded and rode high on her chest.
"Wanta go for a dip?"
Vicky led the race down to the water. They splashed out to
where the big breakers were folding over and then when she was
thoroughly wetted, she worked her way back to the shore and stood
waiting for him. Now the look on Kevin's face gave him away.
The little patches of yellow silk were plastered tightly to
her breasts and pussy. Her nipples bulged out like small flesh
buttons. Her sparsely furred cunt could clearly be seen ... even
the slit where the crotchpiece had slipped up between the outer
lips. And it wasn't lost on Kevin. He'd already pulled off his
T-shirt and jeans before plunging in. Now his skivvies showed
that his cock was not sleeping anymore. Vicky was going to make
sure she held onto her edge.
"You look nice all dripping with water," she said, pushing
her hot young form up against him. The bulge pushed against her
thigh. But she was afraid to reach. The last time she'd tried
that, Kevin had lost the game quick. Maybe he didn't like young
girls fooling with him. Maybe he was spooked because she was
jailbait.
"Ohhh, you're so strong," she breathed, letting her fingers
tickle lightly over his chest and biceps. She traced her way down
to his hips. It was almost impossible for her to keep from
grabbing. Breathing hard now, she eased three fingers of each
hand under the elastic band of his shorts.
"Nooo!" Kevin moaned. It was the first word that Vicky had
ever heard him say. She wished it'd been yes. She let her
fingers curve around his muscular ass. He struggled like his mind
was torn.
"Oh Kevin, hold me! Kiss me!" She tilted her face up and
closed her eyes. His lips brushed her shyly. She had her fingers
excruciatingly close to his cock now. She felt like she wanted to
pounce on it like a cat and dig in her claws. But she was afraid
that if she went too fast, the same disaster might occur which
stopped her last time.
But she knew how to hold him, to keep him! She'd never dared
to even think of such a thing before, but Kevin was her dream guy
and she wanted him to be half crazy about her. She knew that if
she played her cards right, she could make that dream come true.
She let her body slide down his until she was on her knees before
him. Her heart pounded from the uncertainty she felt. She'd only
heard about girls giving head before. And then the other day when
Mona had cleaned up her fuck mess, Vicky had realized that the
tales weren't just tales. But she had no actual experience or
information on exactly how to go about it.
Her fingers were hooked over the front of Kevin's skivvies.
He looked down on her, eyes wide with surprise. But his hands
were resting gently on the sides of her head. She had the
strangest feeling that he knew what she was up to. She eased down
the front of his underwear and when his uncircumcised cock bobbed
up against her chin, she lost her breath for a moment. A wave of
dizziness swept over her. It was the prettiest thing she'd ever
seen hanging on a man. Not that she'd seen more than about three.
"Oh Kevin ... Ohhhh ...!" She lifted it gingerly with her
fingertips. The way the foreskin covered the darkened tip
confused her a little at first. She'd only seen Howell's cock
when he'd gotten out of a shower and her father's, of course.
Their flared crowns were always apparent. But Kevin's was in a
secret place. It made her explorations all the more titillating.
Vicky brushed her hair back from her eyes and bent close. A
faint musky aroma came up from the tip of Kevin's penis. She
kissed the outer skin. It was white and smooth and soft. The
heat of it against her lips made her whimper. Her pussy was
absolutely drenching the little crotchpiece of her bikini. Kevin
made a sound deep in his throat and his fingers pressed her
temples. Vicky felt elation. He liked it! She wasn't freaking
him out or anything. She touched her tongue to the tiny spot of
blue showing through the opening in the foreskin. Kevin stopped
breathing. She pushed on inside, swathing the spongy head with
her spit and sanding it with fluttery movements. Almost
immediately the whole shaft began to lengthen more, thicken. She
felt the foreskin being stretched back as Kevin's organ grew
against her closed lips. Then the head began to emerge slowly
from its protective covering. With her fingers circling the loose
skin, she helped it back. Her heart was about to jump out of her
chest. Her nipples burned from the excitement of watching this
happen before her eyes. It was a kind of magic to know that she
was causing it all. She was sexy enough to do it and her
confidence soared.
"Kevin, I want to kiss you ... here ..." she kissed the
smoldering glans, "and here!" Her lips wetly brushed the lobes
under the tip. Kevin shivered as if a great wind had hit against
his chest. He swayed there as he stood on the sand. His hands
began to lovingly rub her head.
"Ohhh, this is fantastic! I hope I'm doing it right!" She
wet her bottom lip until the spit was leaking down her chin and
then eased it under head of Kevin's cock. He gave a grunt as
movement forward pushed his foreskin even further back. Her upper
lip naturally fit over the top of his ridged crown. She liked the
way it fit. It made her feel very odd to have a boy's cock that
far into her mouth, but she closed her eyes and remembered to keep
breathing. Her tongue was flicking like that of a snake. She let
it flick out further until it was teasing the tiny slitted
opening.
"Ahhhhhh!" Kevin gasped, his hips moving at last. Vicky
smiled and brought her head gently forward. His cocktip slid over
her lips, over her bottom teeth and into the hot trough she'd
formed with her tongue. She kept pushing her mouth over him,
letting the shaft penetrate halfway. Then she had an urge to gag
and stopped to let the dizziness pass again.
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed, nostrils flared with excitement.
"Nhhhhmmmm!" She curled her fingers into the meat of his ass
cheeks to hold on. The urge to choke had quickly passed. It was
surprising her how much cock her mouth would really hold. Kevin
was at least six and a half inches long and it seemed that he was
still growing. She smiled at the thought of measuring him
sometime. But his tip wasn't making her gag now. She dared to
move her mouth forward.
"Ghhuuuuh," she gasped, feeling the smooth and slackened
bumps on the underside of his tip touch the beginning of her
throat. Quickly she brought her head back until his throbbing
cock lay in the curve of her tongue again. She pushed her licking
forward and back, sanding the underside. Kevin sounded like he
was entering another dimension.
"Ssshhhh," he murmured, "Sh-sh-shit!" Vicky could tell by
the emotion attached to his exclamation that Kevin was enjoying
himself immensely. And it occurred to her that maybe she was
teaching the poor sweet thing how to talk! Wasn't that worth a
little incest with a cousin? She felt like Florence Nightingale
and Mae West all rolled into one.
Her fingers strayed to his balls. They felt so slippery in
their tight little bag, so vulnerable. She played with them as
gently as if they'd been real eggs. Kevin moved his hips in a
slow circle as she turned and squeezed. His cock rode in and out
of her mouth in a way that mimicked fucking. He was fucking her
mouth ... her head. She moaned with the pleasure she felt and
used one of her hands to rub her own aching pussy. It opened to
her finger and devoured part of the silken crotchband. Daintily,
she picked it out and stretched it to one side. Then she dove in
again, using her middle finger to gouge the sensitive nubbin from
its hood. As soon as it was tingling nicely, she stroked her
dripping juices to spread them to her outer lips and eased that
same middle finger into the small break she'd managed to make in
her cherry. Inside her body it was like a fever. She fanned her
tongue against Kevin's cockhead as she fucked herself to the last
knuckle.
She was frantic to have him fuck her. But didn't want to
shake the boat, didn't want to spoil her dream guy's pleasure.
She would gladly drink his jizz if it meant she'd have him deeper
in her love trap. She just prayed that it wouldn't make her gag
or throw up or anything so gross as that.
There was pregnancy to worry about too. She couldn't just
let him spurt her full of babies. And knowing Kevin like she
thought she did, he wasn't carrying anything they could use. But
damn it, she wanted to get rid of what was left of her cherry. A
finger just wasn't getting it anymore. And was there a more
beautiful way than having Kevin's lovely white prick spear her to
the hilt?
She eased her mouth away from the bulging head and looked up
into his eyes.
"Kevin, fuck me! Fuck me right here on the sand! I'm
begging!" She didn't have to say any more. With a groan, Kevin
pushed her shoulders back and fell against her heaving belly, his
skivvies slipped further down on his thighs. He had his cock in
one hand, his other hooked around Vicky's narrow back. She could
tell he was having a hard time finding her hole. Maybe because
there wasn't much of one down there yet.
"You're the first, darling!" she gasped, putting her own hand
around his prick too. "Let me help."
She guided the feverish head against her cherry and then
pushed her mouth close to Kevin's ear. "That's it ... push ...
Ohhh do it to me Kevin! Fuck me!"
Kevin grunted again and thrust forward. There was a shooting
pain that almost made Vicky scream out. But she bit her lip,
stifling everything. The lower part of her body seemed to be
splitting apart as the thick crown eased past the wound it had
just made. And then she felt other things. A subtle friction
against her inner walls. Those parts of her had never been
touched before. She gasped and tilted her hips, feeling the male
barb gouge along the velvety lining.
"Ohhh god! God damn that's good ... Ohhh darling! Ohhh
Kevin! Put it all the way inside me! Oh do it ... do it hard!"
She didn't care about the pain. It was like a minor
irritation around the outer edges of her hole. But her clit was
jutting up from the messy wetness, begging to be touched. Kevin's
body touched it as he went to the hilt with a groan.
"Good." he breathed. "Fuck ... good! Feel good!" His voice
was soft, sensual.
Vicky clutched the back of his head. "Oh yes, my darling.
You're talking too. Oh this is fantastic!" She humped her trim
hips up to make the angle easy for him. He managed to get even
more of his rigid prick inside her. She was surprised that her
immature body could handle so much hot, hard penis. She loved
penis. She loved prick. She loved cock!
The sand burrowed out from her plunging hips. Her little
bikini bottom had been stretched to the side and it rubbed against
Kevin's cockshaft as he fucked her. The feel of the elastic
cutting into her ass cheeks excited her even more. It was nice
getting her first loving like this. But Kevin wasn't trying to
get to her tits at all.
"Kiss me, Kevin! Do it here!" She pushed his mouth down
towards her chest and arched her back to make her small breasts
stand up. Kevin licked against the silken cups and then pinched
one in his teeth and pulled it down to expose the untanned flesh
underneath. Her pink nipple exploded with feeling as his tongue
lapped it.
Growling like a hungry cat, Vicky pulled his head down hard,
grinding her chest up to make his teeth cut into the tender flesh.
Kevin was catching on fast. When his teeth cut into one pink
bump, she gave a shuddering cry and hooked her heels behind his
thighs.
" Ohhh ... Huuuhnnnn ... Ohhh Kevin ... Ohhhh god!"
"Vick ... eee," he mumbled, frowning to get the words right.
It thrilled her to hear her own name on the lips of a boy who
supposedly couldn't speak. She dug her small nails deeper into
the flesh of his buttocks and made circles in the sand with her
arms. The sucking slick sound of their bodies grew louder.
"Now listen to me Kevin!" She had her lips against his ear,
holding on to his head again. "When you come, you don't do it
inside me! It would get me in terrible trouble."
"Uhhnnnn," the boy groaned, working his hips all the faster.
The slide of his hardness in and out of her tight pussy was the
most delicious thing Vicky had ever felt. She fought to keep her
mind clear.
"Listen Kevin, it's important!"
"Vicky ... fuck ... good ... feel good fucking Vicky."
"Ohhh Kevin, you're not listening."
"Vicky moves so fast." He held her dancing bottom with his
own strong hands and pressed the head of his cock even deeper.
She could feel her virgin insides stretching out around him until
she thought she would scream with the joy of it.
"Ohhh you darling," she sighed, fighting to keep her emotions
from running away.
"I ... I ..." Kevin licked his lips and tried to make a word,
"We love you."
That was when Vicky recognized the glazed look in his eyes.
She'd seen the same look in Carl's eyes when he'd had his sister
Mona bent across the billiard table. And right after that the
strings of hot cum had dripped from her aunt's cunt.
"Kevin ... listen to me ... Kevin!"
"Love you Vicky! I love ...!" He was moving wildly, his hips
lurching and jabbing. His hands seemed to be trying to feel every
inch of her skin at the same time. His mouth caught at her chin,
found her mouth finally. She moaned a protest as he kissed her
but the muscles in his thighs and ass were already rock hard. He
was shivering as the sexual instincts of his body took complete
control.
"Kevin!"
"It itches so much!" He speared his tongue deep into her
mouth, his hips lunging forward to bury his prick against the
mouth of her womb. Then a violent shudder went through him and
his eyes glazed completely. At the same instant, Vicky felt her
resistance crumble. Her clit had been aching furiously. Now it
exploded and her body seemed to be floating in a lake of pure
pleasure. She gasped and fucked and clawed at Kevin's back as the
throes of sexual joy knifed through her with a steady rhythm. And
as her pussy closed down around her lover's shaft, she could feel
the pulsing jets work their way to the tip and spray out into her
body.
She fucked back with uncontrolled fury and when the sharp
edge of reality forced its way into her mind, she just closed all
her doors to it.
"Yesss ... Ohhhh god yessss!" she cried, hanging onto Kevin's
back for dear life as he worked her ass deeper into the sand with
every lurch. And even as the thick seed began to leak out around
the edges of her tortured hole, she didn't care. She knew that
what was happening was going to mean trouble, or hassle or maybe
even worse. But with the tickling madness keeping control of her
senses, there was nothing to do but fuck her heart out.
"Kevin?" She touched her mouth to his earlobe, nibbled
lightly. "Kevin, are you still there?"
"Mmmmmm?" He pushed himself up on elbows and looked into her
eyes. He had to be the handsomest guy she'd ever seen.
"Do you know what we just did?"
Kevin shook his head slowly, then smiled and nodded.
"Oh you! I don't think you're as dumb as you act." She
pinched him on the bottom. Inside her his cock was slowly
wilting. But her firm young muscles clasped it tightly as if her
pussy wanted to keep it forever. She touched a fingertip to his
nose and brow. "Do you remember speaking while we were making
love?"
"Mmmmmmmm," Kevin nodded. He opened his mouth slightly as if
about to speak again, then closed it. He was blushing. Vicky
realized that it took something intense to shock the words from
him. He was too afraid of making a fool of himself in a normal
situation.
"Tell me what you told me a little bit ago." She smiled
teasingly. "Remember? About love?"
Kevin blushed more furiously than before. He took her head
roughly and kissed her mouth. It was a hard kiss and Vicky didn't
like it.
"You're impossible. How are you ever going to learn if you
don't try?" She grinned with a mischievous thought. "Okay, do
you know what this is?" she said, touching the hilt of his cock.
Kevin nodded as if to say that it was an elementary question. But
Vicky insisted. "Say it! Come on, say it!" She formed the word
slowly. "Cock."
Still blushing, Kevin formed the word. "Cock."
"And what you stuck it inside of is my cunt." She pinched
him. "Say it."
"Cunt," Kevin managed.
"I think you're wonderful." Then she frowned. "But I'm
scared like hell."
"Sc ... scare ... scared?" Kevin stammered.
"Yes, my darling. Scared that you filled me full of little
Kevins. Millions of them. Do you understand what I'm talking
about at all?" Kevin shook his head and she could tell that he
was sincere in admitting his ignorance. How could she be angry
with him for not pulling out before he came? She kissed the
bridge of his nose and then his cheek and worked her way sexily to
his sensuous mouth. She teased him until he was moaning and his
cock had regained a little stiffness. Then she gave him her
tongue to suck. They lay there holding each other for awhile,
moving gently in the afterglow of lovemaking.
"You'd do it again, wouldn't you?" she laughed, shaking her
head. "You'd fill me full again just to make sure." Kevin seemed
puzzled, but smiled because she was. She nuzzled in his neck and
wished she could see what was going on inside her womb.
"I think I'd just about let you do it too. But we'd better
get back. I've got some worrying to do about this." She
brightened then, looked into his blue eyes. "But tonight I could
sneak down to see you, couldn't I? I could find something for us
to use this time." She smiled thinly. "Assuming I'm not already
knocked up good and proper."
Kevin seemed excited about her suggestion.
"You come see me," he said falteringly, "tonight."
"Why?" she said, eyes teasingly narrowed.
"For your ... cunt," he breathed, smiling proudly that he'd
managed a complete sentence. "And my cock."
Vicky hugged her arm tight around his back. She didn't know
whether to laugh or cry. But she knew she wanted more of Kevin's
cock in her cunt. She was sure of that.
Chapter 5
Abby was on her way down the upstairs hall when Howell
stepped from a doorway and caught her arm.
"Abby, I've been waiting to talk to you."
"There's nothing to talk about, dear brother," she said,
lifting her chin and dropping her lids. "What you did the other
night is absolutely unforgivable and you're just plain lucky I
decided to keep it to myself."
"You enjoyed it. You know you did!"
"That doesn't mean I want to do it again," she said back,
pulling her arm free from his grip. "Now if you'll pardon me,
I've got a date with Perry."
"Damn you! You dirty bitch. You want it. You just won't
admit it." Howell was shaking his fist at her. His dark eyes
smoldered even darker than usual. She was afraid for a moment
that he might hit her.
"Howell, let me explain something to you." She took a big
breath and tried to make her hands quit shaking. "You are my
brother. Blood kin. That's what we are. There's nothing in the
world that can change that. When you ... raped me the other
night."
"It wasn't rape!"
"It was darned close!"
"Look," he said, jerking his pants. Abby tried not to, but
her eyes were drawn down. In her brother's hand she saw the
streamline shape of that thing that had brought her so much joy
the night before last. She felt a tremble of raw lust go through
her. Yes, it had been good. Howell could fuck circles around any
boy she'd had relations with so far in her life. But she had to
get control of herself.
"Excuse me, Perry's probably here already."
"You won't get by me so easy," he snarled, forcing her up
against the wall. His hand went under her dress. She tried to
cry out but her cry turned to a whimper as his finger curled under
her pantycrotch. He gouged the thin silk aside and forced into
the clenched circle of muscles. A flood of juice smeared his
knuckles as he wiggled deep into her pussy. Then slowly,
forcefully, he moved the finger in and out, fingerfucking her as
he forced her ass cheeks hard against the wall.
"Howell! Ohhh you monster! Ohhhh!"
"See, you're as hungry as I am. You need it, baby, and don't
kid yourself that you can do without my cock in your pussy." His
mouth covered hers. She whined and tried to twist away, but her
brother was a strong man. He had her wedged into the corner of
the hall, his finger raping her freshly bathed cunt, his mouth
forcing her lips back from her teeth. She had to suck his tongue
then as his free hand found an opening under her blouse and
stripped a cup from one heavy breast.
"Nhhhooo! Ohhh Howell, I hate you!"
"But you want me too. I know it. I can feel it." His
finger jabbed as if to stress the point. More of her hot juice
bathed his hand. He worked his hips up close. She was in a sexy,
weak daze. She was aware of his cock touching between her thighs.
He made her part her legs more and then bent his knees. She
couldn't stand up much longer. If Howell hadn't been holding her
there, she would have collapsed.
"Nooooo, you wouldn't do it, not here, not like ...!" Her
voice sounded far away to her own ears. What was going on to make
her submit to such indignity? She clawed weakly at his chest. He
was so close. Her brother. Her loving brother. And then
something was happening. He was holding her pantycrotch out of
the way.
"Noooooo, you can't, damn you! Not this!"
"Shut up you nympho bitch," he laughed, forcing the head of
his cock between her outer lips. The juicy slickness made it easy
for him. She tried to tilt her hips the wrong way but Howell hurt
her and made her relax. The head of his cock slipped in inch by
inch. Even though she was holding still, he got it deep without
any trouble at all. She was panting, her head leaning wearily
against his shoulder. He moved up and down, grinding himself
against her raw clit. She sucked in a shuddery gasp and drooled
on his neck.
"You like it, don't you?"
"Yess!"
"You like your brother to fuck you, don't you?"
"Yessss!" She clung to his shoulders to keep from slipping
down. He gouged her inner softness with his swollen head. In and
out he probed with that terribly stiff thing that grew from his
body. Why were men such animals? Abby cried against her
brother's shoulder and thanked god that they were.
"Now that I've taught you a lesson, maybe we'll have less
misunderstanding next time."
"Next time," Abby echoed numbly. Howell was easing his cock
out of her pussy! He was doing it so slowly, so sexily that she
couldn't get a breath. Frantic, she clutched with both hands at
his glossy shaft, at his balls. He jerked free with a slurp and
shoved her roughly against the wall.
"I'll come to you later. Be ready for me."
"Ohh Howell, ohh god, don't leave me like this!" Her pussy
streamed juice. The crotchband of her panties was twisted up
between her labia now and she ground her hips up and down,
fingering the sensitive place with her long nails. "You started
it, damn you! Ohhh damn you ..."
Howell walked off down the hall, his shoulders moving as he
forced his cock back into his pants. She leaned there weakly
until she saw him turn the corner of the hall and disappear. She
managed to get her blouse tucked in again and straighten her
skirt. She was shaking like a leaf as she went downstairs one
step at a time.
* * *
"You look wonderful," Perry said, smiling, getting up.
"Hello Perry," she said, trying to be cheerful. After all
she had promised the date with him. But inside she felt like a
hellhole. "Do you mind if we don't go out to eat tonight? I
really don't feel like it at all."
"Anything you say, Abby."
"We could have Molly make some sandwiches and eat them in the
billiard room. I'm kind of weak. I don't know what it is." Perry
hugged her against him.
"We'll just loaf around," he smiled, patting her back. "You
do look all in. Maybe a few rounds of billiards will cheer you
up. And I'll make us some terrific martinis."
After her sandwich, Abby felt better. And watching Perry
shoot billiards against himself had a relaxing effect. But every
time her brother's face came to mind, she began to shiver. She
had the awful feeling that everything he'd said was true.
Absolutely true. She couldn't forget the way his cock had felt
inside her body. She'd been aching ever since. If only he'd made
her come--so she could've been rid of the tension, so she could be
mad at him.
"You certainly are sexy tonight," Perry said, waving his
stick. "I mean there's something about you. Your eyes maybe ..."
"Oh? I don't feel sexy," Abby lied. She sipped the drink
Perry had made for her.
"What if I said I wanted to make love to you," he whispered.
"Right here. Right now."
Abby was about to reject his not-so-subtle pass. But then
she wondered if maybe that might cleanse her some. To get rid of
her bother's evil influence, at least for an hour or so. She
smiled at Perry in a way that surprised him. He wasn't used to
getting smiles like that. She felt a mild affection for him, but
at the same time a certain contempt. He was so ... flaccid. Not
his prick especially, but his ... soul.
"If you let me tie you up first," she said, letting the tip
of her tongue glide over her upper lip in a suggestive way.
"Tie me up?" He looked puzzled but smiled through it. Abby
could tell he didn't want her to be bored with him. Poor Perry
would try anything to get closer to her heart. And she didn't
seem to have the heart to tell him to fuck off.
"Sure. I've always wanted to tie a guy up good and then ...
tease him."
"Well. Sure. Why not?" He shrugged. His ears were pink.
Abby locked the door and turned out the overhead lights. The
dim glow from a lamp on a table made everything seem sexier. Her
heart was pounding. She stripped off her own clothes without
glancing at her date. When she turned to fling her panties at
him, he was staring dumbfounded.
"You're different tonight, Abby," he said.
"Give me your belt," she ordered. Her voice sounded odd to
her too. She liked to be mean to him. What a soppy bastard he
was anyway. "Give me your damned belt and shut up." Perry did
what she wanted. He was starting to take her little game
seriously now.
"Bend over the billiard table and let me tie your hands."
When she'd bound his wrists, Abby made him sit down on the big
divan. She tied his ankles together with a piece of cord she
found in a drawer.
"It would be somewhat embarrassing if someone were to find me
like this!"
"I locked the door," she snapped, cinching the knots so hard
that he jerked with the pain. "Now lie down."
When Perry was on his back, Abby climbed up over his chest
and straddled his face. Gently she lowered her seepy, steamy
crack down over his mouth. He groaned at first, not sure what was
going on. But then like a loyal, good doggy, Perry began to lap
and slurp at her tender folds. A shivery jolt shot through her as
the pleasure began to tingle around her breasts and thighs. Her
erogenous zones came to life as Perry's tongue dug out her clit
and worked it between his teeth. She let more weight down, not
caring if it made him uncomfortable. Maybe she was getting back
at the whole male race for the way Howell treated her.
"You like to eat me, don't you?"
"Mmmm ... Ohhh Abby, I love you!"
"You'd do anything I said, wouldn't you?"
"Yes." He put his lips to her inner petals again and suckled
at them gently. She worked her hips up and down, smearing his
face with her flooding slickness.
She was thinking, take that and that. But poor Perry wasn't
really to blame for anything. His teeth and chin and tongue were
starting to take their effect on her, too. Could she damn him for
bringing her pleasure?
"Uhnnn," she gasped, working her ass faster. The squishy,
slurpy sound of her petals clasping and rubbing against Perry's
face made her even more excited. She was working herself to a
lather! She would be able to come if she kept it up.
But she wanted to prolong her pleasure. She wanted to tease
Perry for awhile before the tight bonds began to cut off his
circulation and she'd have to untie him. She turned and pulled
her pussy up from his mouth. He breathed hard like he was getting
air at last.
"I'm going to go in the other room and get some butter," she
said, swaying towards the connecting kitchen. "I want to make you
crazy tonight." On the way she saw her unfinished martini and
downed it in a gulp. She was really getting loose now.
In the refrigerator she found a stick of margarine. That
would have to do. She had just flicked the lights and turned to
go when the door was kicked shut. A hand went across her mouth.
Then her arm was bent upwards behind her back so hard that she
gave a little whimper of pain.
"Howell? Is that you?" Her words echoed in the empty room.
But she knew better than to scream for help. How would Perry come
to her aid all tied up like that? And even if he'd been able to
assist her, he wasn't much of a crutch to lean on when the going
got rough. She figured she'd do better to stay still. Howell
could be pretty freaky when he was drunk and mad.
"Howell, let me go, damit." She struggled. "Why don't you
answer me?"
A towel was pulled across her mouth and tied behind her head.
She moaned into it, her protestations muffled. She was pushed
down onto the floor on her hands and knees. She could hear the
ragged breathing. Whoever it was was very strong. But Howell was
strong. Why wouldn't he say anything?
"Uhnnnn ..." she moaned through the towel as a finger opened
her cunt. It was already juicy from having been eaten by Perry so
the finger went in easily. She jerked as it was twisted and
dragged slowly out again. Now she was rolled onto her back and
her legs pushed back till her knees touched her breasts. Only
then did she notice the blanket under her. It was thoughtful of
him, whoever it was. But it was Howell, wasn't it? Playing
another of his dirty tricks?
"Muuuhnnnnm." she groaned, unable to say anything with the
towel across her mouth. She was being tied in that position, she
could feel him snugging the ropes so that her thighs were bound to
her body. She was rolled onto one side so that the knots could be
tied. She was really getting scared now. She doubted whether
Howell would try anything like that. He wouldn't have to. One
touch and she was ready to go whenever he started rubbing up
against her.
Again she was pulled onto her knees. It felt weird, bound
helplessly in the fetal position, her forehead against the blanket
on the floor, her knees flattening her breasts. Now she knew that
her abductor was going to have her, just like that. He held his
hands against her ass cheeks, guiding something close. It was
hot, alive. It was the head of a cock. And then Abby knew that
it wasn't Howell. As hung as he was, he wasn't this big!
"Ohhhhmmmmm," she moaned as the head was pressed up between
her cunt lips. If she hadn't been so oily with lubrication, it
would never have fit. But with grunts from the man behind her,
she felt her pussy stretch around the bulging, hot crown. It was
really enormous. It almost hurt, but the rubbing pleasure
overshadowed any discomfort very quickly.
Abby found herself grunting as each thrill tingled through
her loins. The big man moved his hips, pulled her back so that
she was almost in his lap but still bound as tightly as ever.
With another lunge he sank four inches of thick shaft. Her pussy
smacked as the juices were forced out to make room for the blood-
packed thing.
"Huhnnn ... Nhhhoooo," she gasped into the towel. The man
was obviously enjoying her helplessness. Whenever she tried to
use her hands to pull herself forward, he grabbed them and held
them. His hands circled her wrists so easily that she felt like a
stick doll.
But maybe it was her imagination. She was a little drunk and
in the darkness her mind was playing wild tricks. Her father had
big hands and so did Jim the chauffeur. There was Randall Hains,
too, who came to work in the yard every Tuesday and Thursday.
Could Randall have sneaked into the house, knowing that her father
had gone for the evening? At this point, Abby thought anything
might be possible.
The big cock was all the way inside her now. She knew that
there would never be enough room for another inch of it. She was
surprised that she was woman enough to have this giant up to the
balls. Her mind swam as the pleasure tickled around the edges of
her hole.
"Ohh ... Nhhhoooo!" She could imagine different people
waiting in line to have at her. And then she found herself
thinking that whoever it was, had to be kin to her. That left
only Howell and Kevin and her father Carl. She knew it wasn't
Howell and she was pretty certain it wasn't Kevin. Her father?
"Mnnnoooo ... Ohhh shit," she said, somehow getting the word
through her gag. The big cock inside her was moving like a
piston, her juices squirted out as it took up all the room she had
and stretched for more. That head felt like a huge mushroom deep
in her body. It rubbed her so hard! She could hardly stand it
any longer. And the ropes holding her in that cramped position
only heightened her excitement somehow. She could move her curvy
ass only a little bit as that shaft slurped and speared into her
swollen bloom.
The big man was holding her on his lap now, arms encircling
her body. She felt the movements of his body and the way his
breath was on her neck. She knew that he was about to come. If
only he hadn't put on so much cologne, she might've smelled who it
was. She was pretty good with her nose.
Suddenly her bonds were loose, cut with a sharp knife. The
man pushed her into a new position without once taking his big
cock from her pussy. Abby was so stoned on the sex that she
willingly did what he wanted. She was forced to stand and lean
against the wall using her hands for support. Behind her he
widened her feet on the floor by kicking her gently with his own
bare feet. His cock sucked and stabbed and she let her head
dangle weakly between her stretched arms as her excitement reached
a crescendo.
"Nnuuuhhhnnn! Muuuummmmm!" She couldn't keep her hips still
now. Strong fingers sank into her flesh as the big cock exploded
with boiling sap. As the thick, hot stuff dribbled out and down
her clit, she came, too. She came with a whimpering cry in the
towel over her mouth. In the billiard room she thought she could
hear something thumping around. Perry was trying to get loose and
come to her rescue. She let her eyes roll back as the spasms
blasted her away into utter ecstasy. That big cock was doing
things to her she couldn't believe. But it had all happened so
fast!
As the last few spurts came out into her pussy, the big man
held himself deep, rolling his hips upwards, almost lifting her
feet from the floor. She had to stand on tiptoes as the pleasure
was ground against her and she twitched and started to come again.
Her abductor snorted and gave her more of his jetting prick.
If only he would say something! Then she'd know! She took
the chance of reaching back between her legs, pretending to be
overcome with passion, which really wasn't hard to pretend at all.
And as she started to come again, she made herself concentrate
enough to grasp the big shaft and squeeze it. Abby was hoping
that a cockhair would come loose in her hand. Not that it would
tell her anything. But if it was red, she'd know that her
abductor was Randall Hains the gardener.
The big cock was jerked suddenly from her hole and she was
pushed roughly onto the floor again. A last spurt or two cascaded
down her back. But she had her sprig of cockhair! She had it
pinched firmly between thumb and finger. The man put a blanket
over her head. She sat there until the door had opened and closed
again. Then she staggered to her feet and turned on the light.
She placed the cockhair on the counter and got her gag
undone.
"Oh shit, it's brown. Just like everybody in the world has."
"Abby!" It was Perry, about to freak out. She dabbed with
the blanket at her throbbing pussy. The lips were all blossomed
out like she'd been really had. She was surprised that she didn't
feel more shaken ... more angry about what had happened. As much
as anything she was mad at Perry. He looked so foolish all tied
up. Of course it had been her idea. But that didn't change it
much. Perry was foolish.
"Was someone in there?" he asked as she jerked the knots
loose.
"It was just Santa Claus," she snapped. "He had a present
for me I guess he forgot to bring last Christmas."
"Abby, are you all right?" Perry tried to take her in his
arms. Abby pushed him away.
"I'm fine. Except for a terminal case of boredom whenever
I'm around you."
Perry looked like he was trying to think of something to say.
Then he got up and dressed. She felt sorry for him, felt like she
should soften her words some. Instead she let him go. He left
the room without looking back. She had the distinct feeling that
she'd never see him again. And really, that wasn't so bad after
all. Being alone wasn't so bad when company meant Perry.
When Abby went to her bedroom to wash up and change clothes,
she found a note on her bed. A thrill went through her when she
saw Howell's handwriting. "I'll come to your room at nine
tonight," she read, "to give you more of what you want." Howell
had signed it and drawn a stylized cock and balls below his name.
Abby crumpled the note and shook her head. But Howell's
words had affected her. She couldn't forget the way he'd shoved
her against the wall and slipped his cock in her pussy so easily.
The power of his hunger had swept her along too. She'd wanted to
resist with every part of her mind, but Howell's passions had been
strong enough for both of them. And now after being taken by an
unknown male in her very own house, her libido was at an extremely
high level.
"Damn you Howell," she breathed, knowing that she would leave
her door unlocked. And she'd bathe and perfume herself too. And
she'd put on something lawlessly sexy for her brother. "Incest,"
she sighed, putting a hand to one of her big breasts. It felt
swollen and tingly. Like it needed Howell's hungry mouth sucking
at it. "I'm going to fuck my brother's brains out tonight. And
I'm going to enjoy every minute of it."
Chapter 6
"Really Carl," Mona said, "I don't think the boy is really
together enough to be hanging onto the back of Vicky's motorcycle
while she blasts up and down the highway." Her brother lifted one
eyebrow. It was the signal that he was going to be sarcastic.
"Who doesn't like a little blasting around once in awhile?"
He put down his coffee. "And why are you so concerned about
Kevin? He seems to be doing quite well."
"He's my nephew too," she said, feeling that her argument was
becoming suspect. She tried to think of another point to make but
couldn't. Carl was always one-upping her when it came to
arguments. "He's so vulnerable," she tried.
"But Vicky is a perfect companion for the kid," Carl laughed.
"And she's obviously got a crush on him." He lit a cigarette and
let the smoke curl from his nose as he went on. "Kevin never had
a girl because of his handicap. I think it's damned healthy that
he learns a little bit about the good old birds and bees."
"Those children are first cousins, you know." Mona felt her
face flush when she said this. She hoped her brother didn't
discern the quaver in her voice. Surely he wouldn't suspect that
she'd indulged in a little family hanky-panky.
"First cousins can get away with murder nowadays," Carl
chuckled. "And anyway, you're one to talk. After all the years
we've been putting it to each other." He patted her thigh
lovingly, "Eh Sis?"
"Just because we let a bad habit get away from us."
"It's a good habit as far as I'm concerned." Carl rubbed the
spot he was touching. "I always could get my rocks better with
you than anyone else. I think I would have married you if we
wouldn'tve started a ruckus."
But Mona wasn't thinking of their happy fucks together. She
was thinking about young, blond Kevin out somewhere with that
little sex kitten Vicky. How could she compete with someone
fifteen? Vicky looked absolutely edible. And that bikini she'd
been wearing when the two of them had come into the yard on that
motorcycle! No, one really couldn't call it a bikini. And by the
dazed look on poor Kevin's face, he'd seen under those little
yellow patches of silk. Oh she could strangle that Vicky! She
could absolutely strangle her! She glanced at her watch.
"I guess I should be getting down to give Kevin his lessons,"
she said, making sure her voice was matter-of-fact. Carl
scratched his muscular chest and smiled wryly.
"The way I see it, Kevin probably likes the kind of lessons
Vicky gives even better."
Mona huffed off and hurried across the cool lawn towards the
guest house. The sun would be down in an hour. It was going to
be a beautifully warm night. She was imagining all sorts of
wicked things with Kevin. Maybe they could find a place under the
trees behind his room. On the grass. Under the branches with
stars glinting through. She wanted so much for him to need her
like she needed him. And everything had been going to nicely. If
only Vicky hadn't twisted herself into the poor kid's mind
somehow. Mona hurried on towards the back of the estate.
She heard the voices first. Vicky's voice and someone else.
Then she stopped, shocked. Kevin! He was actually making
sentences, however crude. She came forward to the side of the
guest house. There was a high hedge which hid her from anyone's
view who might happen along the walk. The window was open and
from inside she could hear a record player softly going.
"Yesssss ...! Ohhh Kevin darling ... like that!"
Mona was almost afraid to step the final yard up to the
windowsill. She found herself shaking with rage. She knew by the
husky sound of Vicky's voice that something carnal was going on in
there. But as mad as she was, she felt drawn. She bent low so as
not to be discovered and edged forward.
"... smell good Vicky," Kevin said, "you smell just
wonderful." The words came out a little awkwardly but sounded
lovely to Mona. Until she remembered that they were directed at
another female besides herself. She realized that her eyes had
failed to focus on the scene. It was because she didn't want to
see it. Then she did see and she bit her bottom lip hard.
The two youngsters were on the floor in the middle of an oval
throw rug. Vicky was wearing a shrunken, faded T-shirt. That was
all. And even that skimpy piece of clothing had been hiked up to
uncover one adolescent breast. Her braids stretched out on either
side of her head. The bright red ribbons tied at the ends made
her seem even younger than her fifteen years. And the wispy
blonde curls between her thighs added to the youthful effect.
Mona had to close her eyes for a moment. But when she looked
again, Kevin was still doing those ... awful things to the young
girl. Of course if he'd been doing them to her, Mona thought,
everything would be wonderful.
"Softer ... yesss. Ohhh Kevin ... Kevin!" Vicky's knees
were bent. She was holding her bottom off the rug. Only her
shoulders and the tips of her toes touched the floor. And her
flat, young belly heaved with the excitement. Mona again forced
herself to look at what Kevin was doing. She saw his tongue flick
out into the glossy mess between her niece's outer lips. The
plump, untanned lips were opened to expose the most delicate pink
petals Mona had ever seen on a woman. Could she truly blame Kevin
for feasting on something so beautiful? A driplet of juice oozed
down the underside of Vicky's ass cheek. There was a sucky sound
as Kevin's tongue probed along the length of the girl's slit.
Vicky's legs trembled then and her toes fanned on the throw rug.
"Uhhhnnnnn ...!"
"You are s-s-soft," Kevin stammered, giving one glistening
petal a kiss and then pulling the morsel between his teeth. Again
Mona saw his tongue flick. He had found the sensitive nubbin of
flesh and was urging it from its hood. Vicky could hardly speak
now. Her bottom lip was clenched tightly between her teeth and
her small fingers curled and uncurled against the rug. She was
breathing hard. Unconsciously, she rubbed a palm against her
bared nipple. Mona saw the tremor of excitement go down her body
in waves.
"Kevin ... My sweet, wonderful Kevin!" Vicky rasped.
"It makes me get so hard when, I l-l-lick you," Kevin
murmured, pushing his mouth between the feverish lips of Vicky's
pussy again. Vicky smiled, her eyes still closed.
"I'm glad it makes you hard. What does it make you want to
do?" For a moment it seemed that Kevin was too busy devouring the
mushy insides of his cousin's pussy to speak. Then he pulled his
mouth away slowly. He was breathing hard.
"It makes me want to ... to f-f-fuck you Vicky."
"Why darling, ohhh tell me why!"
"Because inside you're hot. So h-h-hot and s-s-soft."
"Does it feel good to you, Kevin?"
"Damn right," he grinned, seemingly proud that he'd managed a
short sentence without stammering. He put a finger on either side
of Vicky's pussy again and eased the lips wider. Mona gritted her
teeth as she saw more of the pink lining exposed. The blossomed
flesh seemed to excite Kevin to fresh fever. He moaned and
wallowed his mouth into the dripping heat of Vicky's body, his
tongue lashing out, plunging downwards towards her hole.
She lifted her ass even higher off the floor. Mona hated to
see it all happening but had to admit that the girl was a study in
graceful eroticism. She looked like she'd been born to fuck.
Every movement, every gesture was natural. As if she'd done it
all her life. And Mona knew that that couldn't be so. The raw
scar-tissue around Vicky's hole was testament to the fact that
she'd been a virgin until very recently.
"I want to fuck you now," Kevin groaned, digging his hands
into the softness of her ass. Vicky's bottom plunged around, her
thighs stretching wider to expose every last inch of pussyflesh to
her cousin's ravenous mouth.
"You'll have to put on a rubber, my darling," Vicky gasped,
her fingers tangling in Kevin's blond hair. She pumped her pussy
up and down against his mouth. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure
and her breathing was ragged. Mona wondered if she would come
before Kevin got a chance to shove it to her. Then she realized
that she'd become mesmerized watching the couple. Why was she
putting up with this? She could stamp into the bedroom and break
the whole cozy affair up, couldn't she? And that would make Kevin
hate her for the rest of his life. No, if she was going to win
him back, it had to be with her pussy, not her will.
"God ... Vicky, I can't hardly w-w-wait!" Kevin sighed, his
tongue flicking and dipping and lashing out against the swollen
lump of his cousin's clit. "Where are the rubbers?"
"Not yet, don't stop yet Kevin! Ohhhhh ... Ohhhhh right
there ... just tease it a little!" Vicky lifted her ass high off
the rug and made slow circles in the air. The sex butter leaked
in rivulets from her slit as Kevin speared into her hole now, his
tongue making a sucking sound.
The wicked thoughts that entered Mona's mind made her feel
like an evil witch. But her jealousy raged hot, obscuring
everything but her desire to remove the lovely Vicky from Kevin's
reach. And when she didn't see the rest of Vicky's clothing in
the bedroom where the young couple were trysting, she knew she had
a chance to change things to suit her better.
Mona hurried around to the front door of the guest house. It
was unlocked and she slipped into the front room like a panther
tracking a kill. Under her tennis skirt, her panties were soaked
from watching Vicky and Kevin. But now she had to pull herself
together and do what had to be done. Vicky's clothing. She had
to find Vicky's clothes.
And then as her eyes scanned the worktable where Kevin's
carving tools lay askew, she saw the faded, cut-off jeans. So
Vicky had undressed in here before the two of them had retired for
serious business to the bedroom. Mona's heart jumped with
excitement. She grabbed the skimpy home-made shorts and plunged
fingers into the first pocket she could find. Nothing. She
searched, hardly breathing now, hoping that Vicky hadn't taken the
rubbers into the bedroom with her. Then her fingers closed on a
thin foil packet. She was shaking all over. At any moment one of
them might come in to fetch the condom. She had to work fast.
Using one of Kevin's carving razors, she slit the package
cleverly along one edge. With the transparent latex circle in her
hand she knew she would succeed now. She pulled the delicate
latex tight and picked up an especially pointed cutting tool.
Using this scalpel-like thing, she gingerly jabbed the puckered
tip of the rubber. There was a tiny slit there now, not big
enough to notice. Kevin was so aroused, he probably wouldn't even
look at the thing as he jerked it over his prick and rolled it
down. Mona eased the rubber back into its foil wrapper and
pressed the back edge of a knife along the seal. Unless someone
were really looking for it, it would be impossible to know that
the package had been opened. She put it back in Vicky's denim
shorts and hurried out the front door. She made her way around to
the window and leaned close again.
"Please, Vicky," Kevin gasped, "I really w-w-want to ...!"
"I know you do darling ... look at you!" Vicky and Kevin were
standing in the middle of the room in a loving embrace. Kevin's
uncircumcised cock was pressed between their bodies but as Vicky
pulled back and took the thing in both hands, Mona could see the
dark, glistening tip already half swollen from its protective
covering. Vicky dropped to her knees then and pulled the skin the
rest of the way back.
"Little bitch," Mona breathed to herself as Vicky gave the
slackened head a puckery kiss. Kevin's shoulders slumped from the
excitement that rippled through him. He couldn't talk so good
anymore. Mona saw him trying to put some words together
unsuccessfully, then give up. Meanwhile Vicky's kiss had opened
slightly and her pouty bottom lip was sliding under the spongy
lobes at the bottom of his tip.
"I want you inside me too. But taking our time just makes it
all better!"
"If we t-t-take much more t-t-time I'm gonna ..." He grabbed
her head with both hands. "Ohhh Jesus C-cuh-rist!" Vicky had
pushed back his foreskin with her lips as she'd sucked the
throbbing morsel into her mouth. A drip of saliva hung from her
chin as she worked the surface of her tongue back and forth
against the swollen head. Mona felt rage again. A helpless rage.
There was nothing she could do for her own case now. She would
just have to wait and hope that her little plot would give birth
to plenty of trouble for her young niece. Then with Vicky out of
the way, she could go after her unsuspecting nephew and teach him
to adore her.
Mona didn't think she could stand to stay and watch Kevin
actually put his cock in Vicky's cunt. She turned and walked
towards the garage. Maybe she could take Carl's sports car for a
drive along the ocean. Anything to get her mind off what those
two were doing. Her panties were a mess from looking through the
window at them.
"Hello Jim," she smiled as she came around the corner of the
garage. Jim was adjusting the headlamp of the Rolls, his
shirtsleeves rolled up to expose huge biceps. He gave her a quick
once over. Mona had always appreciated the chauffeur's
appreciation of her body. And he was always the gentleman about
it. That seemed to make his attention all the more titillating.
But he was just the chauffeur after all.
"Is Carl's Porsche in running condition? I think I'd like to
go for a spin."
"We're waiting on parts, Miss McNarey," he said, tossing the
screwdriver in the toolchest. "But why don't you let me give you
a spin in the Rolls here? The backseat bar is stocked and you can
have a drink while we tool along." He leaned against the fender,
smiling at her. Mona knew he was looking at her thighs. Jim
seemed to be a real thigh man.
"Why not?" she grinned, letting him open the back door for
her.
* * *
As the big car oozed gracefully over the highway, Mona poured
herself another drink and inched her panties down. It was such a
long ways to the front seat and there was a glass in between
anyway. Jim was never the snoopy type. A good chauffeur never
was. She let the silken things puddle around her ankles without
bothering to kick them off. Then, leaning back in the leather
seat, she worked a finger down between her cuntlips. As the big
car took a corner, her drink hardly sloshed.
Mona closed her eyes and thought of Kevin. She knew she
could eventually please him more than any fickle nymph like Vicky
ever could. How could Vicky appreciate that sweet, slender stalk
that grew from his body? It was so young, so perfect in form and
smoothness. She plunged her middle finger up inside her and
thumbed her clit. A flood of juice dripped out onto her palm as
she worked herself to a slow lather.
She sipped more scotch. The drink had made her a little
sleepy. But she wanted to finish her pussy game before she passed
out on the comfortable back seat and let Jim drive her home. She
kicked off her shoes, her tangled panties and stretched out. A
little booze spilled on her chin as the car took an uncustomary
bounce ... took another. She finished the drink and dropped the
glass onto the floor. It felt like they were off the highway.
Who cared. Mona pushed the middle finger of her other hand inside
her to join the other.
"Huuuhnnnn ... Ohhh my god!"
The car took a final lurch and stopped. Mona frowned.
"Damn ... what is it?" She reached for the intercom button
but before the speaker crackled to life, the back door was flung
open. Jim was standing there looking down at her naked crotch.
Embarrassed, Mona pushed herself up on her elbows. She was a
little drunk.
"What do you think you're doing?" she blurted, feeling her
face redden. Jim's hands moved over his belt and his pants fell.
He had on no underwear. Mona found herself transfixed, staring at
the unbelievable chunk of flesh that hung from the giant's crotch.
Jim put a big hand out. It seemed to almost encircle her knee.
"You're woman enough for this, aren't you?" He lifted his
cock until the eye was pointed at her. Mona squirmed backwards a
little bit.
"I ... I ..." She tried to get hold of herself. "You're not
supposed to be doing this ... get back in the front seat and ..."
But Jim was taking off his shirt, lowering himself down on her.
She struggled briefly, whimpering as his big fingers went through
her hair. Her mouth was raped open by his tongue and he dug her
thighs apart. She was still whining when she felt the mushroom
head of his cock force its way into her slit. She writhed,
beating weakly at his chest. The big man moved his hips and
Mona's whimpers turned to a shuddering cry. And then she knew
something she'd never realized in her entire life. That she'd
never been fucked so thoroughly as she was being fucked right now.
"God!" she gasped. "Ohhh god!"
"I've watched you long enough," Jim breathed against her ear.
"One can't go on watching for eternity, can one?" He moved his
hips again and Mona felt her insides open out like a long-
forgotten flower. She dug her nails into the giant's shoulders.
She drooled against his chest as his thrusting, spearing movements
crammed more of his thick meat into her dripping hole. And then
her hips were dipping and dancing. She pumped forward and back,
pressing her bulging clit against the hilt of the big cock.
"Better than your brother, eh Miss McNarey?" Jim breathed,
holding her firm body hard against him. She liked the way she
fit. She liked the way Jim handled her, almost as if she were
another Vicky and he the older cousin.
"Ohhh ... I didn't know it would feel like this," she
whispered, giving her tongue to be sucked. Jim sucked it deep,
his fingers sliding between the crack of her ass. As he petted
her taut, dry orifice, she wiggled like a teenager on a first
date. This man knew what he was doing! She was like a slave in
his arms. And now that her pussy had thoroughly wetted his
monster prick, she could hear the soft suck of it going in and out
between the swollen lips of her cunt.
"Yesss ... Ohhh I'm going to be as big as your cock when
you're through. I won't be any good for anybody else ..."
"Mona," Jim whispered, mouthing one of her breasts. Then he
sucked the nipple deep and pressed the final inch of prick into
her body. She felt her womb stretch back as the tip forced it
open a little. Every nerve in her body was turned on. She dug
her nails into the meat of the big man's buttocks and pulled him
down against her, against her clit.
"Yuuuhhhhh ... Yuuuuuuhhhhh!"
"Come you bitch, you lovely, rich bitch!"
"Ohhh yes ... ohhh bite me, hurt me, fuck me!" And then she
was sinking down in the big leather seat, feeling the weight of
the chauffeur pressing down, feeling her pussy burst into glorious
flames of pleasure as Jim ground pure ecstasy into her body and
his cock began to spurt.
Chapter 7
"But it's all right, darling," Vicky cooed, holding Kevin
against her.
"I w-w-was so excited, it just went off!"
"Don't you see! If it hadn't happened like this, we'd never
have known about that rubber." Vicky was lying on her side,
facing her young lover. His cock was still frothing a little, the
thick curds oozing from the slit in the tip of the condom. There
were bright smears of jizz across her belly and thighs. She
dipped a finger into one shining droplet and put it under her
nose. "I can't believe they'd sell something with a hole that
big. I know they test these things." She put a hand to Kevin's
rigid cock. It surged and another dribble of steamy cum plopped
into her palm. Vicky smeared the stuff against his thigh and
frowned. "Why would it break right there? Right where it matters
most. It's just all too convenient to be an accident." She picked
up the foil wrapper where Kevin had flung it in his haste.
"Look Kevin! Oh god, somebody did play a little trick on
us!" The package was torn all right, where Kevin had ripped the
corner off. But along one edge someone had slit it before Kevin
had ever picked it up. The nape of her neck felt shivery and
cold. Kevin still didn't comprehend completely. It was probably
the first time he'd ever seen a rubber anyway.
"Your cum is supposed to stay inside," she said, tapping the
slitted tip that was shaped to be a kind of reservoir. Kevin
nodded, looked into her eyes.
"God, I still want to. But it always does that after I
shoot. It always g-g-gets soft."
"There's nothing wrong with you, darling. It's supposed to
do that." She kissed his pouting lower lip. "What if I promised
to come back tomorrow?" she said, leaning close to his mouth.
"But I want to tonight ... right n-n-now."
"We can't without another one of these," Vicky told him,
stripping the ruined rubber from his cock. She held it up and
watched the stringy jizz leak onto the rug. "Boy, if any of that
stuff had gotten in my little old twat I'd be big as a barn by
next February."
"Yuh-yuh-yuh would?" Kevin asked. Vicky kissed his nose.
"You dummy, you don't know anything about the birds and the
bees, do you?"
"But I know about us," he grinned. "Please, can't w-w-we
play some more?"
Vicky smiled at the handsome boy. Though he was older, she
felt more mature in some ways. But it was hard to resist the idea
of having him close to her that night, if just to make out with a
little. And she was sure she could get her hot little cunt eaten
out good again. Kevin seemed to really go for that.
"Okay, you come up to my room in the big house." She looked
at her watch. "Let's say about eight-thirty ... okay?"
"You b-b-bet," Kevin grinned, hugging her hard. His
affection thrilled her. She really did like this strange kid and
now that he'd learned to talk it was even better. She could
hardly wait to ride her motorcycle into town tomorrow and pick up
some more rubbers. It was going to be a summer of screwing as far
as she was concerned. There was no doubt that Kevin felt
likewise.
"I'll see you in a few hours then," she breathed, brushing
her lips against his. He kissed her belly as she wiggled into her
cut-offs. She pushed him away playfully and found the T-shirt
she'd flung off just before they'd been about to go at it.
"Shall I throw this a-a-away?" he asked, holding up the
ruined rubber. "I wouldn't w-w-want Mona to see it."
"Mona!" Vicky said. "That's right, she does come down about
this time every evening, doesn't she?" Kevin looked
uncomfortable.
"I pretend I still can't t-t-talk," he said. "She ..." Vicky
watched the boy's face redden.
"You don't have to say another word," Vicky said, folding the
rubber carefully and wrapping it in Kevin's handkerchief "I've
known Mona longer than you have. And I guess I should've known
that she couldn't leave a beauty like you alone." Kevin blushed
violently and looked down at his bare feet.
"Hey," she laughed, "I don't mind if you made it with her.
You like me better, don't you?" Her cousin's face brightened.
"You b-b-bet," he blurted. Vicky gave his cock a little pull
and winked.
"See you later."
* * *
Vicky found the hammer and tacks in the kitchen drawer and
went upstairs to Mona's door. She tacked the cut rubber to her
aunt's door, a last dribble of jizz streaking down the painted
surface and making a dark spot on the carpet. She had no idea
where Mona was but she was sure to discover this whenever she came
home. That would serve her right for fooling with someone so
innocent as poor Kevin. It made Vicky angry to think about it.
Especially when she could have ended up on the wrong end of the
game. That Mona could bring herself to do something so ... so
awful. But Vicky had suspected a mean streak in her aunt before.
And jealousy had opened the cage for something like this. No one
else had a motive for getting her pregnant. For all Vicky knew
her aunt had watched her and Kevin playing love games on the rug.
She'd flipped out and gone in the front door, while they'd been
tangled and panting. It had taken only a second to find the
rubber and damage it.
Vicky looked at the cum streaking down Mona's door. Now her
aunt would know that Vicky was wise. She went to her room then,
showered and dressed in a filmy little gown and matching panties.
The panties were nothing more than strings with silk attached,
even skimpier than her almost non-existent bikini. And the
flowing folds of the short gown were so thin that you could see
the outline of her body through it, and the tiny white patch that
covered her blond-downed pubes.
It was then when she started wishing that she had another
rubber. Sucking Kevin would be fun and getting eaten out would be
lovely, but wouldn't it be absolutely grand to have that raw,
stiff cock sliding up into her tight pussy. She sucked in a
breath and licked her lips. Where in the world would she find a
rubber this late in the game? And then she knew. Howell! Of
course he'd have something like that stashed in his drawer. She
could sneak into his room and filch one easy. Howell was always
downstairs at the bar boozing it up. He probably wouldn't even
miss it.
She tapped at his door first, then pushed it open. The bed
was a mess and there were dirty clothes piled in the corner. A
guitar with a busted string leaned against one wall and there were
empty beer cans littered around. She uncapped a half-full bottle
of bourbon on the dresser and smelled.
"Wow! Strong!" But she felt daring tonight. She tipped the
bottle up and took a swallow. It went down like molten lead but
she bravely swallowed again and recapped the bottle. The booze
gave her an immediate buzz. She felt warm and easy-flowing. It
wasn't bad at all--except for the taste.
The first drawer she opened was stuffed full of eight by ten
glossies of naked girls. All ages, all types. Some looked pretty
whorish while others looked as innocent as a Sunday school
teacher. A lot of the girls were posed with what looked like a
collar. Made of silver so it seemed. With little straps of
leather that went to silver bracelets. Though Vicky had never
seen anything quite like that before, looking at the photos
excited her unexplainably. She closed that drawer and opened
another. There she found the found the rubbers. But she found
something else too. The silver neck band and the bracelets to go
with it.
She was about to take the box of rubbers and get out but
couldn't quite seem to close the drawer. Finally she gave in to
temptation and picked up the silver collar. It was finely made
and engraved with tiny erotic scenes. Brother Howell had probably
picked it up in some weird shop in the city. She opened it at the
hinge and touched the velvet-lined inside. How many women had
worn this thing? It smelled faintly of perfume and something
else. Maybe just plain old excitement.
Vicky wasn't sure what made her go to the mirror and place
the silver circle around her neck. She closed the latch but
didn't let it click. She just wanted to see how it looked. Her
hand was trembling. The latch made a little snapping sound and a
stab of terror went through her.
"Oh shit, why did I do that?" She tugged at the thing but it
wasn't going to give. Then she saw the tiny keyhole almost hidden
by a clever engraving. She rummaged in her brother's drawer,
looking for the key. The little bracelets that were attached to
the collar dangled down over her breasts, exciting her in a
strange way. She didn't hear her brother come into the room. She
just heard the door close and the key turn in the lock.
"Well, little sister, what in hell are you up to?" Howell
swayed towards her. She could tell that he was drunk out of his
mind. "Come on, don't just go halfway, let's put these on too."
She was pulled against him as he forced one of the bracelets
around her wrist and snapped it shut. It didn't take him but a
second to close the other one too. She gave a whimper and tried
to twist free but he pushed her up against the wall. There was
another click and she found that her head was held tightly against
the wall Howell must've installed a little iron loop and now he'd
hooked the neck collar to it. Now she was really scared.
"And here I've been on the make for Abby," he laughed,
stepping back to look at her. "Didn't know my littlest sister was
a nympho with a few kinks of her own." He breathed liquor into
her face. She put a hand up to push him back but he grabbed it,
pulled the leather straps down so that she couldn't lift her
hands. Then he wound the thongs between her thighs and up the
wall behind her. It tied them to the same loop in the wall that
held the collar. When he kissed her mouth, Vicky instinctively
pulled her hands up to stop him. The thongs, already greasy from
past use, pulled across her clit and the inner lining of her slit.
She gasped as the pleasure trembled through her, Howell's tongue
flicking between her teeth.
"Let me just pull that little pantycrotch out of the way," he
breathed, letting the thong come into direct contact with her
dainty parts. She gasped again as she forgot and tried once more
to lift her hands.
"Howell, what are you going to do?"
"Well little sister, I'm going to fuck you. Yeah, that's
what I'm gonna do."
Vicky watched her brother finish undressing. Then he was
standing in front of her, rubbing his thick hot cock under the hem
of her shorty nightgown. Those thongs were taut through the
dripping heat of her slit. She tried to keep from moving, but
even the slightest twitch made the rubbing start again. And the
underside of Howell's cock was so velvety against her belly. She
looked at his dark eyes and messed-up hair. He was really kind of
crazy. She could see a strange glimmer in his eyes.
"Everybody starts getting moral around here when the time
comes to hide the weeny!" He started laughing like a crazy man.
"Yeah!" he yelled, grabbing her chin to make her look at him.
"I'm gonna hide my big ole weeny right up inside ..."
"Noooo!"
"Oh yes, Vicky baby. You been tossing that pubescent pussy
of yours around here like you don't quite know what to do with
it." He pushed a finger between the two thongs to make a space
for the head of his cock. Vicky writhed as much as the neck loop
would let her, but she could feel the hot, spongy tip between the
two strips of leather now. Howell gave a short jab with his hips
and her insides bloomed around his stiffness.
"Nhhhhuuuhhh ... Ohhhhh god!"
"You wouldn't want Abby to be the only one getting some good
dicking, would you?"
"You ... you fucked Abby?"
"You bet your pretty ass." He kissed her neck. "But really
it was only a teaser. She was going to get the rest tonight ...
then I found you in here playing with my toys." He held her face
roughly and tongued her teeth and lips. "You like weird toys,
don't you? You saw these little trinkets and couldn't keep your
hands off them." He touched a bracelet, "... or out of them."
"Howell, you're hurting me!"
"No, I'm not hurting you. I know that look." He jerked up
her gown so that he could get his mouth around one of her small
breasts. Vicky spasmed and banged her head against the wall as
his tongue fluttered across the pink nipple, bringing it up out of
its soft areola. When he took his mouth away, her tit was red and
swollen and glossy with his spit.
"See, I know you've been letting Kevin dick you." He exposed
the other breast and began to tease it with the tip of his tongue.
"Don't do that," Vicky gasped, squirming, trying to pull her
hands up. The thongs tightened on either side of her brother's
cock shaft, rubbed her clit. Howell grunted with the pleasure of
having his shaft squeezed and rammed deeper. Vicky's bare feet
lifted from the floor and she drummed her heels against the wall
as her brother rooted with his bulging tip. She felt herself
being stretched in the deepest places of her pussy. Kevin hadn't
plunged so deep with his own slender cock. Her eyes bugged out as
she realized that organs in her body were having to rearrange
themselves to make room for the fucking she was getting.
"I don't believe this ... the way you've got me hung on this
damned wall!" Her head flopped and a braid fell over one breast.
Her brother seemed to be growing more excited with every passing
second. His hands searched up and down her willowy body as he
lifted her toes from the carpet with each lunge. His cock made a
slurpy sound and went into the hilt. Vicky wiggled wildly, head
banging the wall, elbows bumping it too. She felt skewered,
nailed securely on her brother's rigid prick.
She didn't want to let him know that she was so close to
coming. The wild thrills had surprised even her. Maybe the tight
little neck ring and those damned thongs rubbing her clit as they
squeezed her brother's cock were doing it. But she could feel the
familiar tremors, the excited itch.
"Howell," she gasped, "Oh don't Howell ... don't, don't,
don't!"
"You really want me to stop?" he moaned, easing his cock back
slowly until only the flared tip hung between the leather thongs.
Vicky could feel the muscles at the beginning of her pussy opening
and closing as if trying to suck the slick, hot morsel back
inside. She rocked her boyish hips, gasping weakly against her
brother's chest.
"Huhhh ... Ohhhmmmmm ... Howell!"
"Well? Do you want me to stop or do you want more cock?"
"Uhhhhhh ... Ohhh more ... more!"
"More what?" he said, torturing her with light rubs in and
out. Her pussy was contracting tightly inside around nothing.
She felt empty all of a sudden. She jerked her hands and the
thongs rubbed her and rubbed the underside of Howell's barb.
"Ohhh ... more cock! Give me, give me ... give me now!"
Vicky let out a trembly little gasp of thankfulness as that
thick meat speared deep into her writhing body.
* * *
Abby stood before her mirror smiling broadly. She wore
nothing but a small pair of riding spurs. It'd been nice of her
friend Beth to loan them. They were polished metal and fit her
naked heel snugly with the ankle strap pulled to the last hole.
They weren't really sharp, the rowels being inch-long
protuberances of steel, rounded on the tips so as not to injure
the horse. Or man, Abby thought, feeling her cunt moisten with
the naughty thought. She was feeling a little brutal tonight.
After the way her brother had treated her in the hall. After
writing such a crude note to her. Yes, she'd recognized her own
lust. But Howell acted as if she belonged to him, tit and pussy,
body and soul. He'd probably seen how bored she was with Perry.
And it was true. When her brother had slipped his hot, hard cock
into her body in the hall, she'd gone to pieces. It had felt
wonderful. But she wanted to have a little control in the matter
now.
She clinked the spurs together and strode proudly across the
room, her big breasts bouncing on her narrow chest. Yes, she'd
show Howell tonight. When he came, she'd show him how to ride all
right.
Abby turned off the lights and slipped into bed. It was
going to be a dark night with the moon not risen yet. She lay
there listening to the night sounds grow louder, waiting for the
steps outside her door. And finally, her incestuous brother eased
the door open and slipped inside. But in the faint glimmer of
illumination from the hall light, she thought she'd glimpsed a
form too slender, too blond to be her brother. Or was she
mistaken?
"Hey Vicky?" a young voice whispered, "I'm h-h-here."
Abby's mind did cartwheels for a second or two. And then she
knew who it was, she almost laughed out loud. But as she thought
of her situation, she felt a tingling excitement even more
feverish than she'd experienced waiting for Howell. It dawned on
her that her cousin Kevin had made his mistake in good faith. So
would it matter if she stepped in for her younger sister just this
once? The idea was extremely titillating.
"Here darling," she whispered, trying to disguise her words
to sound like she thought Vicky might speak. Kevin stumbled
forward in the dark. She was in shadows so he couldn't see her
yet.
"Vicky? Is that you?" He put out a hand. Abby took it and
pulled him down on top of her body. The young boy squirmed as if
he wasn't quite sure. She could sense his youthful shyness, his
unpolished way of acting. And this excited Abby all the more.
"Hey," she said huskily, "I thought you couldn't talk."
"You're not Vicky!" he gasped. But she had her arms tightly
around him now, had wrapped her legs up around his. She let him
feel the cool steel of her spurs.
"Does it matter? Wouldn't you like to kiss one of these?"
She pushed one big breast up towards his face. Kevin gave an
excited gasp and stared at the soft, white flesh, the darker
circle that bordered her even darker nipple. Abby dragged one
spur slowly up the back of his thigh. "Go ahead, you pretty boy.
Suck on it!"
"I ... was supposed to m-m-meet Vicky."
"Vicky will never know." She put her fingers into his blond
hair and scratched the nape of his neck. His cock, which had
grown limp against her belly, stiffened suddenly. She pulled his
mouth down over her nipple, felt him pull the engorged nubbin
between his teeth.
"Ohhh shit ... Ohhhh yesssss!" She writhed her belly against
his hardness, teasing the spurs up and down the backs of his legs
now. Kevin was breathing hard through his nostrils. He began to
fondle her tits with both hands as he licked them.
"They're really b-b-big!"
"Yes, bigger than Vicky's tits, aren't they?"
"Lots bigger."
"And softer too."
He went on suckling, "Mmmmmmmm!"
"Baby, you're so hot. Let me find you down here ..." Her
fingers searched between their bellies. She circled his cock and
guided it down. She had her hips tilted sharply up, her thighs
spread wide to make her pussy bloom. The slender head of her
cousin's cock went into her softness without resistance. She
bucked her hips once and the streamlined barb plunged four inches.
A shudder went through Kevin's body. Abby made her powerful cunt
tighten then, felt the pressure squeezing down on the lovely,
white cock.
"You see, I'm just as tight as your hot little Vicky is!" she
laughed, holding his prick firmly with her pussy as she let him
feel the spurs more. "Come on, hump me a little. Don't you know
how?" The boy moved his hips slightly but Abby could tell that he
was still suffering from the shock of getting some strange pussy.
She put her spurs against his ass cheeks and dug them in hard.
"Yaaahhhhh," Kevin grunted, spearing his prick to the hilt.
When he drew his hips back again, Abby let him have the spurs
harder. "Ghhhaaaa!" Again she was fucked deep by the slender
cock. She held the spurs hard against his bottom, grinding her
hips around in wild circles to stir the tip of her clit from its
hiding place.
"Wwwooooo," she cooed, scratching his shoulders deeply with
her nails. "This is the way I like to fuck ... Ohhh god is it
ever!"
"Abby ... it hurts when you d-d-do that!" She let him have
her spurs again, enjoying his grunts of pain mixed with pleasure.
When he fucked deep, escaping from the jabs, she clenched down
hard on his shaft again, concentrating with all her power. The
slender male body jerked and writhed on top of her, his gasps
wetting her neck where his lips brushed.
"You won't get anything so good from Vicky," Abby hissed.
"She doesn't know her young little twat from ..."
"Ohhh it's so t-t-tight!"
"Come on ... deeper!" She let him have the spurs on the
backs of his thighs. Kevin lurched, grabbing hold of her body as
he plunged his cock as deep as he could possibly get it. She left
the spurs against his flesh, keeping him deep as she fucked her
curvy hips hard. The breath came from her mouth in gasping
explosions as her clit was dragged and rubbed against her cousin's
body.
* * *
Vicky bumped against the wall as she fled from her brother's
bedroom. As soon as his balls had exploded, filling her with cum,
he'd opened the bar bracelets and neck loop to let her go. But he
didn't seem to care that she hadn't quite managed to find that
final ecstatic peak herself. She'd begged him to at least
fingerfuck her or eat her out. But he'd slumped drunkenly to the
floor, his cock still oozing sap. Now she fled, heedless, blind
with the carnal hunger locked between her loins. She felt like
almost anything could set her off and yet when she plunged her own
small fingers into her cummy slit, she couldn't quite make it
happen.
"Bastard! The dirty bastard!" She still had on her filmy,
short gown and the string panties that Howell had merely pushed to
one side while stuffing her full of prick. But the silken
crotchpiece was drenched with her own juices and her brother's
cum. She felt very squishy and sexy between her swollen lips.
She felt like she wanted something sliding up between them before
she went insane.
She was running full tilt when her father stepped around the
end of the hall and she crashed into him. He picked her up with a
laugh and held her wriggling in his arms.
"Well, what's wrong with my little angel?" he asked, kissing
her face. Only then did she realize that Carl was stark naked.
Though she should've been shocked, Vicky found the warmth of his
body exciting. She could feel his chest through the thin gown.
Her nipples swelled against the rubbing as he gently cradled her
ass in his hands.
"Ohhhh daddy, Howell ... he ..." She gasped, too excited to
spill the beans. Her father jostled her playfully.
"You smell like you've been learning about the birds and the
bees. I thought I might get a chance to tell you what a girl has
to do to protect herself first." He frowned. Vicky had her eyes
closed. She knew it was crazy to get turned on by her own father,
but his hands kept kneading the cheeks of her bottom. He was so
gentle, the loving touch of a father and the understanding of a
much older lover ... at least that's what her mind kept spinning.
Fantasies, she thought. Girls didn't do it with their own
fathers, did they? But what was that thing that was pressing up
against the underside of her mound. It was pushing the wet
pantycrotch up between her lips. She wiggled, unable to resist
the hot need she felt. She wiggled again and the pantycrotch
slipped aside. Now she knew what was pressing her. It was the
engorged head of her father's cock. It was sliding into her
cummy, buttery hole.
"Daddeeeeee!"
"Vicky baby, I don't know myself what the hell's going on. I
just grabbed you and I got this terrible erection." He started to
put her down. In protest she wrapped her legs around his middle
and scissored them tight.
"Nooo ... don't put me down."
"Vicky, this is ridiculous. Much as I'll admit I've thought
about it before. If Florence ever found out ..."
"Florence won't," Vicky gasped, nuzzling her nose against
Carl's neck. "Take me to your bedroom, daddy! Ohhh do ... do
take me to bed with you. You'll be nice to me. Not like that
awful Howell."
Carrying her against him, her father staggered into his
bedroom and locked the door closed behind him. They fell across
the bed and Vicky felt the pressure increase where the head of her
daddy's cock was jabbing her.
"Baby doll," he grunted, kissing her mouth. His mustache
tickled but she ground her open lips against him, rocking her slim
hips hungrily. "I can't believe that we're going through with
this. You're just so young and ..."
"Not too young to fuck, daddy!" she cried, pulling at his
body with her hands, urging him to go ahead and give it to her.
Carl groaned as if he were torn between heaven and earth. Then he
moved his strong body and Vicky felt her slackened petals open to
engulf the throbbing, stretched knob of his prick. It went in
with a slurpy sliding sound and Vicky tucked her bottom up with a
jerking motion to get him deep.
It was like a whole new thing, this larger than believable
cock swelling and gouging inside her. It was even bigger than
Howell's and he had been bigger than sweet Kevin's slender prick.
Vicky felt like the blood-swollen thing was almost a part of her
now as she jerked and rode it, her father rolling onto his back to
let her have free rein.
She held her body up from his chest with both hands, lifting
and lowering her tight pussy over his rigidness. The sucking
sound of a very large cock penetrating a very tight pussy made her
whimper with lust. And the excitement she felt was having an
effect on her father. He petted her tanned and flat belly and
watched her lovingly as she excited herself to a fever pitch.
"Vicky, you're really growing up," he mumbled, watching her
ride him like a merry-go-round horse.
"Oh, isn't it wonderful! It feels like heaven with my
insides all full!"
"God Vicky, ohhhh god!"
"What if you come? What if?"
"I don't give a damn to be quite truthful."
"Howell fucked me without a rubber. Are you going to punish
him?" she babbled, biting her lip as she let the tip go all the
way in.
Her father laughed.
"When was your period, you little idiot." His hands
continued to caress her small tits and belly.
"It should start tomorrow if I'm on schedule."
"Then there's nothing to worry about. We can fuck all night
if you want!"
"Oh wow!" she yelped, pressing her tits down against his
chest and covering his face with kisses. "I didn't even know I
could get excited about doing it with my own daddy. But when I
felt you pushing up against my panties like that ..."
"Oh baby, you're really born to fuck. Just like your old
man."
"You fuck Mona too, don't you?"
"I guess it isn't much of a secret." He closed his eyes as
her body quivered and squirmed. She had him to the hilt. He was
pressing up against the opening of her womb. She wondered how
that felt to him.
"You're so big and I'm so little!" she murmured, shivering
with excitement as she dug her nails along his massive chest.
Then she gave a little cry and felt her body tingle like it'd been
hit with a mild bolt of lightning. She was going to come!
Finally, after all that tortured sex play in Howell's room, she
was going to make it!
"Daddeeee ... Ohhhh do it to me hard ... I'm about to flip
out!"
Carl rolled her over on the bed. He was suddenly atop her,
snorting like a wild bull. His glistening shaft slid in and out
of her pussy like a wonderful piston made just for her personal
pleasure. She wiggled her adolescent hips up and down and rocked
them sharply to increase the friction against the sensitive head
of his cock. Carl moaned and snorted again, holding her firm ass
in his big hands as he jabbed and fucked and plunged. The cum
left by her brother squirted out around the tightened edges of her
hole. For an instant she went rigid as the waves of fantastic
pleasure jolted through her. Then she began to squirm like a
speared rabbit, biting her father's shoulders, hugging him down
onto her until she could barely breathe. He shuddered too. She
felt something warm pour and jet inside her pussy. The warmth
spread until it squirted out under pressure from under the petals
that clung to the slackened, stiff meat.
"Uhhhhnnn," he groaned, shuddering like a stallion who'd
plugged a tiny marelet. His cock went deep, filling the crevices
of her body with the rich, hot seed. Vicky let her father kiss
her, let his tongue slip over her own. She sucked it, nibbled it
with her sharp teeth while his hips kept rolling and plunging.
Her thighs were spread like the wings of a strange bird. She had
given her daddy everything she had and he'd taken it too. She
gave another whimpering sigh as her pussy spasmed with one last
throb of pleasure. And then the light in the bedroom filled
everything.
"What in almighty hell ...!"
Vicky and her father stopped fucking and turned their heads.
It took a second before Vicky even knew who the lady in the
doorway was. And then it seemed so ridiculous. She hadn't even
recognized her own mother. Florence! Her hair was mussed with
sleep and her eyes baggy. She'd been in bed for weeks and picked
this time to emerge from her chaste, forgotten bedroom. And Vicky
didn't even try to disengage herself from her father's body. She
started laughing instead. Not laughing to ridicule Florence, or
to pretend she herself was batty. It was a laugh at the whole
insane cosmic swirl. And then the door slammed and Carl and she
were left there on the bed with their nakedness and the fading
fever of the moment.
Chapter 8
"I guess the court didn't have much choice," Abby said,
lazing back in the sun. "I mean after all the testimony from
mother. They sure weren't going to leave you with daddy." Vicky
scrabbled in the ice chest for a bottle of pop. The easy sway of
the yacht in the swells made slapping sounds at the water line.
It occurred to Abby as she watched her sister that she'd matured
in an inexplicable way. She still wore ribbons on her braids and
still had that impish, upturned nose as if she were about to give
someone a hotfoot. But there was something calm in her eyes,
something knowing.
"Well, I couldn'tve stayed with daddy anyway," Vicky said,
letting the pop bottle rub her bottom lip. She tongued the hole
so that it popped and then drank another swallow of the sweet,
cold liquid. "Even if they hadn't put him in prison."
"Thank god he won't be in very long." Abby applied suntan
oil to her arms and slipped on her sunglasses.
"I guess when we testified that we loved and respected him
the jury softened."
"Yeah. Well, we do love and respect him, don't we?"
Vicky shrugged. "I love him. Like a father, you know. But
I always thought he was a little loose when it came to morals."
"Ha!" Abby exploded. "You're one to talk about morals!
After mom found you all tangled up under daddy. With his cock
..."
"I don't want to talk about it," Vicky said, taking another
mouthful of pop. "I really wasn't myself that night. Howell ..."
"Oh, I don't want to hear about Howell." Abby made a face.
"I was having a wonderful time with Kevin when he broke in like a
drunken bear!"
"Yes!" Vicky said in an accusing voice, "my Kevin. And you
were spurring him!"
"He liked it. He even liked me on top. And then that,
damned brother of ours jumped on my back and ..." She shivered
and rubbed her oiled arms. "Oh god, it gives me the creeps just
to ..."
"What do you mean? You told me that you came the minute he
stuck his cock in your ass."
"So what? That doesn't mean I would ask somebody to do
that."
Vicky shrugged. "Well, at least everything's all
straightened out now." She finished her pop and set the bottle
beside her deck chair. Abby watched her young sister lean close
to whisper. "Do you think Mona really ran away with Jim?"
"Who else?" Vicky giggled, "I always knew that Mona was a
sucker for a guy with a bigger cock than daddy's."
"And was it Jim who did it to you that night you and Perry
were in the billiard room?" Vicky breathed, obviously excited by
the implications. Vicky stretched and experienced a little tremor
of pleasure herself.
"You know Vicky, I'm still not sure. I mean it could have
been Carl or Jim. They both have big cocks." She smiled. "Maybe
daddy got to me too. I guess I'll never know. But it does seem
unlikely that our chauffeur would come to the main house and risk
daddy finding out while he raped me in the basement."
"Was it rape?" Vicky teased.
"He gagged me! And he tied me up too ... a little bit
anyway." Abby couldn't help but smile. "God, his cock was big,
whoever it was."
Vicky patted the crotch of her bikini. "Daddy sure was big,
I can swear to that." Abby gave another shrug.
"Well it really doesn't matter in the end."
The boat bobbed in another swell. Vicky got up and strolled
over to the rail to watch the sailboat going out of the cove.
Abby watched her sister stretch her coltish legs and point her
toes. She was thinking of Carl having at the slender, adolescent
form of her young sister. It made her pussy slick with excitement
to even consider it. And when she thought that perhaps Carl had
fucked her in the dark that night she'd tied up Perry, her cup
surely runneth over.
"Thank god they left us somebody to have fun with," she said,
getting up. "And speaking of having fun, I think I'll go do that
very thing."
Vicky turned, her impish nose wrinkled with glee. "I guess
he has slept long enough this morning, hasn't he?"
"You know it's true," Abby went on, "that big cocks aren't
really necessary for a fantastic fuck." She nodded towards the
passageway that led below deck. "We have proof of that down there
on that king-sized bed."
"Oh wow, don't we ever!" Vicky hugged her shoulders and ran
her tongue slowly over her upper lip. "Don't you think he's
learned a lot, though?"
"I guess so. He can sure fuck better than he can talk!" Both
girls cracked up. Abby led the way down into the yacht. It was
really still her father's yacht, but they were allowed use while
he was in jail. Mother had made certain of plenty of clauses in
the divorce proceedings. She and her girls would be well taken
care of. When Abby and Vicky got tired of the yacht they'd just
go back to the estate. It belonged to Florence now. And they'd
take Kevin with them. Poor mother never suspected why.
"Look at him," Abby whispered, pointing at the naked male on
the bed. Kevin was sleeping with a smile on his face. His white
cock was partly erect and as he dreamed, she saw it swell
slightly.
"Oh let me do it to him this time," Vicky begged, bouncing up
and down, her small breasts bouncing inside the tiny cups of her
bikini.
"My turn," Abby reminded. She undid her bikini and let her
full breasts push the cups down. Then she untied the bottoms and
let them puddle at her feet. She eased onto the bed so that Kevin
wouldn't awaken. Gingerly she picked up his white slender prick
and licked her lips. As gently as if it might come to pieces, she
circled her lips around the foreskin-covered head and pushed it
back. As the slackened tip slithered over her tongue, the blond
boy gasped in his sleep. Abby flicked the lobes with her tongue,
aware that Vicky was slipping off her bikini now and climbing onto
the other side of the bed.
Vicky sucked gingerly on one of his hard, male nipples, her
hand soothing the hollow of his waist. Kevin moaned again and
turned onto his back in bed. Abby watched Vicky kiss her way up
to the hollow of his neck and then gently tongue his lips. The
boy's eyes fluttered slightly then opened as his cousin covered
his mouth with her own. Abby sucked his cock all the way to the
back of her throat then, her tongue going wild.
"Mmmmmmmuuuhhh!" Kevin gasped as Vicky stabbed her tongue
into his mouth again and again. Abby fondled his precious balls
as her lips were tickled by the blond curls around the base of his
prick. He jerked his hips as she made so much suction that the
insides of her cheeks rubbed his tip. Vicky let him escape from
her kiss and he smiled.
"Abby ... Vicky ... Ohhh god, you two are sure w-w-
wonderful!" Abby unmouthed his cock.
"No, you're the one who's wonderful!" she corrected, trying
to catch a droplet of spit that slipped down her chin. She failed
and wiped it with the back of her hand instead.
"I think I'm in heaven or something. Except when I get to
feeling tired. Maybe I'm coming too much lately." Vicky pinched
him playfully.
"Aw come on, there's millions of those little buggers in your
balls. Why don't you give us some more?"
"I guess it's your turn to be eaten," he said, smiling
bravely. Vicky nodded and swung her legs around on the bed. She
parted her thighs and biting her bottom lip, eased the plump lips
of her pussy apart. The pink inner lining glistened with hot
juices. Abby was already straddling his middle, moving her pussy
up so that she could slip it down over his cock and sit there
while Vicky had her clit devoured.
Holding onto her younger sister's shoulders for support, Abby
rocked back and forth on the rigid shaft. She could almost see
that pretty, glossy barb gouging and jabbing at her soft tissues.
She could feel the heat and the pulsing rhythm as Kevin's body
responded to their sweet frictions. Vicky faced her, her
adolescent pussy opened against their cousin's mouth. Abby could
hear Kevin's tongue sucking and jabbing at the musky folds and she
could read the effects in Vicky's face. Her eyes were glazed and
rolled back in her head. Her mouth hung slackly open, a droplet
of spit dangling at the corner of her lips. Her throat worked as
if she were thinking of having Kevin's cum shooting against her
tongue. Vicky's cheeks were flushed too and her small breasts
rose and fell as she began to pant. Abby smiled, thinking of how
beautifully decadent her little sis had become, and yet she
retained that schoolgirl innocence at the same time.
They held tightly to each other's shoulders as the rooting
movements and the licking suction threatened to bring them off at
the same time.
"Ohhh Vicky," Abby moaned, rolling her mature hips wildly
over the spear that had her skewered so completely.
"Abby, ohhh god, Kevin is really getting good at this!" she
gasped, trembling, her small fingers clinging to her big sister's
arms.
"Yuhhhh ... Ahhhhh!" Abby shuddered.
"Nhhhuuuhhh ... Ooooooowww!" Vicky screamed, her slim hips
going crazy. The juice ran in glossy smears down Kevin's cheeks
and neck. Abby could smell the combined musk of their female heat
as she rocked her ass and came gloriously.
"Hurry," she said, giving Vicky a gentle shake, "let's pay
him back like we did last time!"
Mustering their last bit of strength, Abby and Vicky
stretched out on either side of Kevin's body and took his pussy-
slick cock in their hot fingers. Abby jacked his skin back again
to completely expose the taut, blue skin of his tip.
"Ohhh! It looks like a nice big lollipop!" Vicky giggled,
licking her lips in anticipation.
"Shall we?" chimed Abby, putting her mouth around half the
streamlined head. Vicky covered the other side and the sisters
began to lick and slurp noisily, cleaning their juices from cousin
Kevin's cock and replacing it with their own hot spit. He writhed
in ecstatic agony on the bed, his fists clenched with tension.
"Jesus ... Ohhh g-g-god!" he moaned, pumping his hips. Vicky
had a handful of balls now while Abby tickled her finger up and
down the crack of his ass. Then she dipped the same finger in
vaseline and eased it up into his guts with a quick and graceful
movement. Kevin arched his back and shuddered like he was
breaking the sound barrier. The girls smiled at each other, Vicky
wiping a little drool from her chin before wrapping her pink
tongue back around the head of her cousin's cock.
Abby stroked the hardened gland deep in Kevin's body. Now
the two of them were actually nibbling on his shaft, letting him
feel their teeth. When it seemed that Kevin was about to spurt,
Abby would dig her nail into his prostate and hold the pressure
back. She did that three times. Then Vicky nudged her shoulder
and frowned.
"You'd better let him go this time, see!" She looked at the
boy's face. It was slightly blue from him holding his breath.
His muscles stood out like cords of leather.
"Well if he died, he would die happy," Abby laughed, petting
the knotted muscle up inside his groin. Then the two of them
began to mouth his cock hungrily and she made rubbing circles on
the trigger in her cousin's guts. He let out a breath of relief
and his hips lurched.
Vicky gave a little shriek as the first convulsion sent a
geyser of jizz high into the air. It spattered down on their arms
and backs and Abby immediately covered the exploding head with her
mouth to drink.
"Let me have some too!" Vicky whined. But Abby knew that it
was her turn this time. She'd grown to love the taste of their
young cousin's seed. And she was almost positive that it helped
her complexion too. After all it was protein, wasn't it?
"Uhhhhh ... Ohhhhh ... I'm gonna die it feels s-s-so good!"
"Don't die!" Vicky scolded, lapping at his boy nipples like
an affectionate kitten, "we've got a long summer ahead of us."
Abby wolfed down the thick glops of cum and thought dreamily of
how right her sister was! It was going to be a long summer. A
long, wet summer. As the curds dribbled from the corners of her
mouth, she used her tongue to nurse the last of her feast from her
cousin's balls.
The End
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