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PP-8049 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
