T.C. Parker, my father, was perhaps the richest man in the world, and he had built the castle on a whim. Some stories said that there was a Frenchman who taunted him that there was nothing in the states to compare with the grandeur of his French estate. So Theodore Curtiss Parker built one, improving on the original with all the conveniences of the 20th Century. Another story tells of T.C. discovering my mother with an actor and that he had the castle built and her installed there with my oldest sister as a form of exile. But he made his home there, too, for I was born there.
Whatever the reason, he never told me. And having been there nearly all my life, it never occurred to me to ask. During that sixteenth summer with all the things that I was enjoying with Estelle, I was much too afraid to even make him aware of me. And if I had asked, his answer might well have been that it was his business and that would have been reason enough for anyone.
He pretty much stayed out of my way nearly all of my life and the first time I actually saw him in months was when Estelle and I came walking out of the boathouse together. He was sitting in a golf cart on his way to the trap-shooting range.
"I saw you coming in," he said, looking directly at me with his icy-blue eyes. "You handle that little boat very well. Did your sister enjoy the sail? She never used to."
I nodded, almost afraid that he could see right into my mind, see the images of Estelle's mouth gobbling the head of my cock, see my face buried in the moisture of her cunt and finally see how we rutted away in the vee-berth of the boat.
"It was wonderful, daddy," Estelle said, smiling and running up to place a kiss on his forehead. "I don't know what it is, but our baby brother has grown up, and it was just a pleasure to be with him. He's learned a lot in the last year at school."
Naturally I wanted the earth to open and swallow me. What in the hell was she saying? I guess I just blushed like a girl and turned away.
"About time," he said. "But you look very refreshed, dear. I'm glad that the lad is good company for you." He turned the switch on, but before he put the cart in gear, he turned back to her. "I want to see you at eight in the library. There's some things that I want to discuss with you. Nothing important, you know, but something interesting. You understand, of course?"
"Of course, daddy," she said, but there was something different about the way she said it. Something like disgust or fear that hovered just below the surface of her otherwise cordial acknowledgement. "Ill see you then."
The cart hummed away that smoothly sensuous way that electric power gives to a vehicle. Looking back on it, I should have wondered why he didn't bother to even tell me goodbye. But I had been used to his curt departures or greetings, especially to me.
"What was that all about?"
Estelle smiled at me and shook her head in such a way as to tell me that it was not any of my business. "Ill meet you in the gym in twenty minutes. I want to get some of the salt air out of my system."
"Want to swim?"
She nodded and we walked slowly, up the hill to the house, neither doubting what would happen in the big indoor swimming pool. For a moment I was almost tempted to tell her that I was too tired, but I knew that there was some untold excitement waiting for me there. I said nothing and walked beside her, leaving her without another word as she went up the stairs to her room.
I was hungry, starving might be the better word for it. The air on a boat does that even with-out a big sister's mouth and cunt to contend with. I wolfed down a couple of sandwiches and went directly to the gym, hoping to take a short nap before Estelle arrived.
But as soon as I opened the door I knew that something was different about the place. Oh, it had not changed physically. It was still one of the best-equipped gyms in the world with everything from the dominating Olympic-size pool, heated of course, to weight-lifting stuff, squash and handball courts, and other shit that I never really cared much about except that I had been tutored in all of it. No, there was something I could not figure out immediately until I sniffed it.
Funny, I thought, how the faint odor of pot can even be detected over the pungency of the popl's chlorine. I looked around and saw no one, but once my mind had decided that it was pot in the air, I began to smell it stronger and stronger I moved from dressing room to dressing room until I came to one where I could hear the faint, but deep, inhalations of the true lover of the wood I opened the door and looked in. Estelle, spread out on the massage table, smiled at me and took another deep drag on the joint.
"Come fly with me, little brother," she said very softly, offering the stick in my direction.
I shook my head. Even though I recognized the stuff, I had never really tried it. It was the big bit at the exclusive prep school I had just graduated from, but somehow I always preferred beer to rag, not, of course, that I see any real difference in booze or weed, morally speaking that is. It just made me sick and there can be no greater turn-off.
"Have a drag," she said again, moving her firm round thighs provocatively together and causing a dark shadow to form at the apex of her legs. I could see the plump ridges of her pubes outlined against the tight bottoms of her bikini, and I knew what she was saying to me with her leggy structure.
"It makes me sick," I said.
"Not this stuff, darling boy," she replied and gave with the low, cunning laugh of an actress playing a whore too much. "Try it. Or you'll be pulling your pud for the rest of the summer."
The voice snapped and cracked like a short-circuited wire, and I was taken by surprise. I looked at her and saw some of the same cold steeliness that I had often seen in my father's eyes, and it shook me. I stepped over to the massage table, gently running my hand from her ankle up her leg and over her navel, resting it there in the cool softness of her belly.
"It'll make me sick," I said, shaking slightly to be thinking that I could defy her. "I tried it once at school and I puked for a week, I think."
"That was just crap. This is the real stuff," she said, her tone suddenly changing back to the warm sensuous girl she had been before and changing just as quickly as she had turned cold. "Come on, Kevin, give it a little puff and join me on the cloud."
I took the stick from her and put it to my lips, but I knew it was out. She snapped her solid-gold Dunhill under my chin and I fired up, drawing the hot smoke deep into my lungs and passing the joint back to her. I held it there as I had been told to do so many times before and then slowly let it escape, letting it seep out of my mouth and nose at such a pace that I knew that I would never be able to take another breath again. And I didn't give a damn.
Estelle was right. Estelle was always right.
This was the real. This was the thing. I held it in my lungs and when it had all finally escaped, my head rose from my neck, my legs stiffened straight up in order to catch up with my escaping cranium and my own being spread out around the room, absorbing the room, sucking the whole white place into some soul or another, gobbling up my sister's firm full tits, tasting her flesh as I had never tasted it before.
"You like that, don't you?"
Her voice wasn't hers and still it was. I heard her words clearly and there didn't seem to be anything much to answer to, but it took her ten minutes to make the question and another ten minutes for it to sink in to the point where I knew I didn't have to answer.
Her smile spread across her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, and there before my eyes it slowly grinned around and around a full ninety degrees and continued growing down her slender neck and mouth opening wide to spread her tits across a chasm of smile. I watched the lips curl back and the black pinkness open as my sister was no longer an entity of head and body and legs but simply a great, gaping, yawning, inviting, moist pussy.
I fell onto her giant invitation and shoved my head into the fantastic new world of cunt that she had opened for me with her magic cigarette. I could feel myself sink like a hard cock into the slippery folds of the new crotch that was all crotch and still my sister Estelle. But I mean all of me sank deep into her tight well of happiness, slipping down between wetness and blood-pounding heat. I licked out at her massive canyon walls, tasting her really for the first time and knowing I was doing what she wanted and doing what I knew I wanted more than anything else in the world. What world?
"Want another drag?"
"Hell no," I said, much too loudly. "What in the holy hell have you got in that joint?"
"Opium," she said. "Oh, just a touch. Not enough to hurt you. Just enough. How do you feel?"
I wasn't really certain how I felt. I had gone through a nightmare of delight but I hadn't been gone anywhere for more than a minute. She was still holding the roach between her long fingernails.
"Let's fuck," she said, tossing the roach into a heavy ashtray. "I mean let's fuck a little differently this time. I want to play wild games and I want to be a man. I am a man, you know. A bigger man than you, little brother."
She grinned evilly and oozed herself off the table, slipping out of her bra and bottoms with a liquidy movement that is difficult to describe. The movement held my eye for a moment before I turned and took my own clothes off, but as soon as I did I felt myself falling away again. Yet, I didn't fall. The only feeling I had was that it was taking Estelle so very long to help me onto the table. Spread-legged, I finally saw her again as her luscious mouth came down over my quivering cock. I trembled as that marvellously hot, wet flower closed over my knob and her tongue danced wildly in circles to bring out each tingling nerve to its screaming peak. She rested her arms on my thighs, holding them wide apart, her elbows sometimes digging into the sensitive nerves of my knees while her hands held the shaft of my prick.
And then she would move those talented fingers down to cradle the heavy bag of my scrotum, squeezing almost to the point of pain and then releasing them to explore further down. All the while, my head spun lightly on the whirlwind of the cigarette, keeping me dizzy and yet more aware of what she was doing than I had ever been before. I saw her expression change many times from a look of pure delight to one of a hungry animal, but it was all illusion and it could not have happened to my darling sister's wonderful cocksucking face. Her head all the time slowly rose and fell, fell to the limits of her throat and rose until just her hps were wrapped around the knob, but her tongue, that maddening tongue, never ceased its quickening circumnavigation of my glans.
My head rolled from side to side in tune with the ecstatic music Estelle was blowing on my skin flute. I shook and throbbed and attempted to shove that fleshy instrument even deeper and deeper into her honey-sweet mouth, but her arms held my thighs anchored against the firm surface of the massage table. Head-spinning, cock singing flight into another world of her wonderment as the drug blasted me away from myself. I saw from a distance how her lips, plump and red, widened and slurped around my stem, how her head would sometimes rise and those ruby lips with glistening saliva would smack away from the pounding knob. But her tongue continued the crazy swirl of excitement until I knew that my manhood would be sucked away and I didn't care.
Estelle was all color then, wildly changing her erotic hues as her head pumped up and down on my tingling cock. She pulled back into a deep purple with only the fire of red tongue lashing at my cock head and then her face would drop, lower and lower, until it seemed she turned yellow hot as my dong slid deeper and deeper into the hot cavity of her head. I cried and moaned with all my might but I still felt far away from it and then I was suddenly right back in the dressing room and my sister was blowing me. I watched with cool deliberation as her mouth closed over the end of my cock and her cheeks collapsed as she suctioned me so deep inside her throat that her nose brushed lightly against my pubic hair.
Then she stopped and I cried from the distance of somewhere. I can hear myself still, asking, pleading for her to continue, and she smiled, laughed, and shook her profane head at me, but she promised, too, shushing me as though I were less a child than I was.
Perhaps it was just a dream, wet and warm, more comfortable than any womb, but I saw her and felt her through all the ministrations she had performed on my penis. And my anger turned blue and white hot over the insult of her not having brought me to fulfillment.
"I'm the man, Kevin," she said and from the dizziness of the cigarette she had given me I watched her fasten a harness around her waist with a large penis sticking out from it. I was stunned and felt faint as I knew I had suddenly become a girl and she had somehow swallowed enough of my cock to grow one of her own. She parted my rubbery legs wide and pushed my knees back almost to my chest and then she was kneeling before me, between my calves. Her hands came down and splayed open my anus and I felt the slime of some numbing ointment being applied to my asshole. Potent cock poised before me and the cock was my sister. It was all turned around, but I felt so horny that I couldn't resist, didn't want to resist what I knew she was going to do. Her hands lay on my still rigid cock and she rubbed me up and down sending new shocks of delight through my body and then I felt her heavy breasts over my chest and suddenly my rectum was being invaded, slowly and not uncomfortably I pulled at her globes of flesh and sucked hard on one nipple even as I felt myself being filled from the rear, stuffed, impaled and still I couldn't help but know that I was somewhere else and what was was not and it was not happening to me.
Sense and reality flashed across the room. I was there for an instant and then plunged back again into Estelle's spinning opiated dream as she entered my ass with her rubbery dildo and slowly withdrew it, entered and retreated, spreading and filling my insides until I thought that I would burst. But I could not deny that my hard-on throbbed hotly against the soft flesh of her belly and I knew that I needed to enter her and that what she was doing was ass-backward.
Bang!
Somehow she had massaged some trigger inside my rectum and I was suddenly wrapping my legs around her soft haunches as my cock erupted with hot sperm that squished between our heated bellies like any cock would do inside the steamy cavern of a cunt. Estelle shoved with a final thrust and slowly withdrew causing my still-hard cock to erupt with more come.
It was reality again. The effects of the cigarette had worn away with the exertions of the buggering I had received. I simply relaxed, looking at Estelle as she smiled down at me, and then her head moved down my torso and her tongue whipped out to lick around my navel where most of my come had settled. She sniffed a�d tasted and rejected that, moving instead to my now wilting prick when she took inside her hot mouth and sucked until it softened into uselessness.
"Let's go for a swim," she said brightly, moving from me and quickly discarding the dildo in what seemed to be one of her classic fluid movements.
"Let me rest," I managed to say through the haze of the after-effects, and the words sounded distant from my ears.
"Whatever you say," she said. "Stay there while I take a dip. I'll be back to get my reward. You are going to reward your big sister for being so nice to you, aren't you? With your tongue?"
I nodded and closed my eyes, hearing only the rustle of the flimsy bikini as she put it on again and then the opening and closing of the dressing-room door. I dozed in a weird dream of cunt and slimy canyon walls that swallowed me. Somewhere between the damp steamy interior of Estelle-cunt-dream and the great dildo that impaled me so deeply that it came out of my mouth I remember being shook. I awoke.
"Kneel down, Kevin," she said. She was sitting on a small dressing table stool, her long, tawny-colored legs spread wide enough to part the golden hair and reveal the pink, moist folds of her pussy.
I eased my aching body off the massage table and went down on her, licking her honeypot with enthusiasm and fingering her asshole and vagina at the same time. I let one hand slide up her belly until it cupped a breast and I squeezed and squeezed as my tongue whiplashed up and down her box. She moaned and then I felt her thighs close slowly about my head, entrapping me in the cottony silence of her soft flesh.
CHAPTER TWO
Her full red lips closing over the throbbing head of my cock, her firm, stiff-nippled breasts brushing so very lightly and maddeningly over my thighs and her long, sharp fingernails gently grazing the shaft of my penis and the bag of my balls. These are the strongest images I have of Estelle, that beautiful creature, tall and perfectly formed, long legs, narrow waist, flaring wide hips made for an earthy kind of love, full boobs that seemed held in constant provocation by some invisible uplift bra and a face that the angels made, all framed by long blonde hair, the gold of which was reflected in her deep-green eyes.
That had been three years ago, the final summer of my stay at home, and still all memories of Estelle come back to the night of my prep-school graduation, after the big party and sometime before the dawn crashed through the baronial windows of Parker's castle.
I had been sleeping off the effects of my first drunk, groggy and fitfully sleeping, when she came in. I wasn't sure that it was she until I turned on the light by my bed when I felt the sheet being pulled back from my body. It was Estelle, but she didn't say anything to me and she didn't seem to care that the light was on. She wore some diaphanous material that outlined and revealed while it hid the secrets of her luscious body. It hung down to her ankles, fastened at the neck, for that was a point that I will remember until I die. When it spread open, I saw her for the first time, her perfect nakedness, the smooth firmness of her belly, the suggestive rise of her breasts and the strangely beautiful and, for me at that time, terrifying sight of the blonde thatch of hair triangulated at the apex of her thighs.
She was like a wet vision of my puberty, something so maddening that I could not quite comprehend, and yet there she was, her lovely body exposed, shadowed, teasing there before me. But I was groggy and I didn't know what she was then.
The best that I could do was look. And I remember looking at her, staring into her green eyes with the gold flecks and trying to mouth some kind of question. But the question could never come that night. She was upon me, her gown of such flimsy material falling away from her body.
Of course I made protest. I was drunk. I was as horny as she must have been. But protest I still had to make. It was unreal, and I wasn't certain whether it was the booze or the horror of what was happening. And yet, I can recall, there was such a tremendous pounding of my heart, a screaming desire to let her do what she seemed intent on doing, that I could find no voice to keep her from doing it. And when she did, I was filled with the liquidy pleasures of the flesh that I had only imagined before, and what I had wanted to say was lost in the delirium of her assault.
Now I can see her as she dropped the gown from her shoulders and slowly bent over my body, her warm flesh making wild contact with mine and her cool lips pressed against my chest. I felt her tongue come out and run weird patterns over what I had always thought to be just the simple nipples of a man, of no consequence what-so-ever. She taught me that there was a world of erotic insanity buried there, dormant, and ready to be surfaced by the educated mouth of a beautiful woman.
Once she raised her head and told me to be quiet and then her mouth, her beautiful face disappeared into the hard muscles of my torso, but I could feel as if I had eyes in every nerve of my body and see, too, how her tongue traced a velvety, wet path down my naked skin until her chin was pressed against the rigid flesh of my erection.
Again she shushed me, as if at this most incredible time I would have made a sound, and then her wet lips closed around my cock, sucking it into the warm hollow of her mouth.
I think that I gradually feared for my life as her head bobbed up and down over my rigid penis, her lips like rubber bands around the shaft, her tongue dancing wildly under the glans until my heart raced like a runaway engine. Sweat broke out on my forehead and I tried to ram my cock deeper into her loving, hot mouth, but her arms rested forcefully on my thighs while she blew my engorged prick.
There was a madness in me then that seemed to match her own. She was older and wiser and so beautiful that I had never thought of her as anything but something very distant and fine. And then on that wonderful night, she was sucking my cock, tearing me apart inside and out but I couldn't stop myself. And then I came in a great groggy surge of passion into the warm moistness of that marvelous mouth. That time my hips leaped from the mattress and my cock rammed itself into her throat so deep that I swear that I felt the delicate flesh of her tonsils as my sperm erupted into her.
Estelle swallowed and sucked until each drop of my virgin come was extracted from my cock. And then she lay down beside me, her thighs spread wide and the golden triangle of her pussy opened wide for my tongue. I remember how she kissed me and let me play with her tits before pushing my head down her body, over all that marvelously delicious flesh until my nose was in that golden hair. She told me to spread the hair pen and lick the tender flesh inside that wonderful flower. And I was eager to oblige her, my tongue doing the work of my fingers and suddenly finding her little clitoris. There she held my head between her sumptuous soft thighs, strangely closing out all the sounds of the night and even the sound of my pounding heart.
I licked her nub until she clamped her legs around me and pushed my face away. And by then I was hard again and Estelle held it between her fingers and guided it into the hot honeypot between her legs.
For someone who had never fucked anyone before, the experience was so fantastic that I fail to find the words to describe the way she cradled me in her silky, wet cunt, her soft pillow thighs closing around my body and taking me into the depths of her magic body. But it was a mad, tossing body and there were times during the bout that I thought the magic would break my neck. Her legs crept up my back until they were wrapped around my head and her round ass was a quivering thing smacking against my pelvis.
"Oh, fuck it, you little bastard," she cried just as I puked my sperm into her pussy. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
Her cry alarmed me and I knew that she would surely wake someone so I pressed my mouth down over hers and felt for the first time the sweet taste of her soft lips and the excitement of her tongue in my mouth. She clamped her thighs around me tightly and held me in that warm embrace brace until her own orgasm oozed from her crotch, wet and sticky and wonderful to be in.
I don't quite remember when it was over, that first time I fucked Estelle, but I knew that it was dangerously close to dawn, dangerously close to the time when someone would be up and about. She, too, knew that it was late, but she was very cool about getting out of my bed and returning to her own room. She kissed me longingly and passionately and warned me of the horrible consequences of what would happen if I were ever to tell anyone. She needn't have bothered, if I knew, but I could not fault her for what she had done for me that night, and I knew, too, that I would have her again and again for as long as I could.
After she left I slept for a long time and woke with the typical symptoms of a hangover, but at sixteen those are passing things, for the body repairs itself quickly, like a Malta in a hostile sea, although Corwin might not like my using the phrase in this sort of confession. By noon I was repaired enough to want exercise and I knew that my sloop had not been used for a long time. I intended to use it very often that summer.
I suppose there was some fear and some urgency in wanting to get away. I wanted to see Estelle, but I was afraid to ask for her when went down to breakfast. It seemed most logical to want to go sailing.
The maid packed a couple of sandwiches for me and I stole three cans of beer when she wasn't looking. A rather pointless gesture as she knew I was the guilty culprit. But she didn't say a word about the theft, and I wasn't going to confess. I thanked her, however, and gave her a friendly peck on the cheek, a kind of patronizing gesture we rich kids can get by with. After all, she could hardly object. I'd have had her ass kicked out of the place if she had.
It was one of those marvelously warm summer days when the temperature seemed to want to remain low. There was a stiff breeze blowing, about fifteen to eighteen knots as I remember, and as I walked down to the boat house I kept feeling that funny gut-tightening sensation that comes when one sails alone. I was afraid of it and at the same time I was so eager to get underway that I could almost taste it.
Since the boat hadn't been used for almost a year, I didn't chance starting the engine in the boat house. It is one of those strange things about small sailboats with inboard mills. Somebody forgot to put in a set of blowers. I had meant to do it myself the previous year, but there were other things to worry about. However I had enough wind so that I didn't worry too much about it. The main was more than enough to get me away from the dock and into the main channel.
She must have been down in the vee-bunk waiting. I was well out in the channel before she made an appearance, surprising the hell out of me when she came popping up through the forward hatch. I had just tied off the tiller and run up the jib when she looked up and smiled.
"Can you fuck without having to steer this goddamn boat?" she said. Goddamn boat was her favorite expression for it since she didn't like it and she didn't particularly care much for the water.
After my initial surprise, I nodded and returned to the cock pit. She crawled back down into the forward berth and pretty soon she was right next to me, stark mother naked, her luscious boobs jogging like twin bowls of milky jello. The sight of her made me a little embarrassed, and I scanned the horizon for the sight of some other boat in the channel. There wasn't any around, but I was still a little unnerved by her bare body coming at me.
"I thought you didn't care for sailing," I said, trying to be casual which I was not.
"I don't. But I like fucking more than I fear the water."
I laughed and turned to make a few adjustments on the sheet lines.
"For crissakes," she said, grabbing my crotch with one hand and my head with the other, "take off your fucking pants. I want to suck your dong.
"You're in a foul-mouth mood. Are you nuts or something?"
"Drop your pants, Kevin," she said, this time the voice lowered in that special kind of secretive tone that lovers use. I noticed that her face was flushed and her breath was very hot on my neck and what she had been telling me had been the truth. She wanted it that morning and there was little I could do but oblige her. I flipped the buckle on my belt and unzipped my fly, letting my pants fall around my ankles. Then I sat down on the high side and took over the tiller.
"Very nice and very big," she said, laughing as she dropped to her knees. "You handle the stick on the boat and I'll handle your stick."
She didn't say anything for a long time, but her hot mouth was working my cock with frenzy. Her tongue lashed up and down the shaft of my cock, licking low to spit-bathe my scrotum and lower still to taste my asshole. That was something that I had never experienced before and I guess I almost jibed the boat when her hot oral appendage rammed into my anus, but she was out of there just as quickly and swallowing the fat knob of my cock again. I held the boat on an easy course, taking the wind on the far side and letting out the jib so that the damned rail would not be buried. It was not a helluva good way to sail, but there was no way to knock the entertainment.
Estelle's head moved up and down with a surprisingly close tempo to the rise and fall of the swells. I was almost ready to come when her mouth came off my cock and she looked up at me. "Can't you tie the damned tiller off and come below? I'm getting cold."
She stood up and stretched, running her hands over her body. She thumbed apart her pubes and exposed the delicious pink flesh buried between the forest of blonde hair and then hypnotized me with her hands as they came slowly up her torso to cup her breasts, her fingers gently squeezing the hard nipples and aiming them at me.
I explained to her that we had to get out of the channel before I could leave the boat to itself and pulled my pants up when she just gave me a funny look and went below. The high rising cheeks of her ass made a beautiful sight going down the couple of steps to the cabin. For a moment I was almost tempted to tie off the tiller and take a chance on not getting creamed. But I changed my mind. The water was cold and deep; Estelle's hot box would keep. Where could she go?
It took about a half hour to clear the breakwater and get underway in the open sea. I tucked in the jib a few turns, felt the boat heel over and bear neatly into the wind. After tying off the tiler, I waited for a few minutes to see if what I had done would hold together and satisfied that it would, I went below, closing the hatch behind me and unbuckling my belt at the same time.
Estelle was spread out in the vee-berth, both beautiful legs stretched wide. She wore a funny expression, and I knew just from the night before that she wanted me to eat her cunt. And I was an anxious pupil to her training. After I kicked free of my clothes, I zapped down on her, opening her thighs wider and plunging my tongue into the lot moisture of her sticky pussy. She got wild then, her legs snapping around my head and her throat making weird passion sounds. I spread her pubes wider with my thumbs, exposing the pink fold of her cunt flower.
"Shove a finger in me, Kevin," she said hoarsely. "Shove a finger in me while you eat it. Come on, baby."
I did what she had instructed me to do, ramming my middle digit deep into the hot core of her body while my tongue raked up and down over the sweet nub of her clit. I could hear her moaning cries of enjoyment and it almost bugged me, for I could feel the painful stiffness of my cock driving me insane. I was about to get my face out of her box and slam my throbbing penis into her juicy sheath when her thighs clamped around my head. I learned later that she knew that I would do something like I had thought about and her instincts, almost always accurate, told her to lock me in the fleshy embrace of her smooth-fleshed upper legs. Her ankles beat a tattoo on my back, and I tried to keep pace with my tongue, whipping her clit as hard as I could, even biting down on the sensitive little knob when I thought she was not responding adequately.
When she came, she shouted and pulled my hair, drawing me up over her body until my cunt-slimy mouth was over her nipple. I lashed down at it, sucking it in and holding it between my teeth for a long time, at least as long as it took to maneuver myself up farther and get my cock partially pressed into the hot blossom of her syrupy slit. She felt my fractional penetration and suddenly her legs went high into the air and I feel into her slippy well up to the hilt of my cock.
Our bodies rolled to the low side of the hull and I can hear now the very satisfying slush of the water racing past. We were tangled together and throbbing in classic rhythm, my ass rising and falling into her sweet saddle, my cock pulling almost out of her love pot and then sinking back slowly, quickly, slowly until my pubic hair was mashed into hers. Her legs in the meantime had coiled around my back, her knees pressed almost up to her shoulders and her hot mouth was fastened to the taut flesh of the nape of my neck. We came together, each spilling our love juice into the other and madly wallowing in the sweaty moisture of our love.
Estelle came to my room just before dawn and woke me with her mouth on my cock. It had become a favorite alarm clock that summer. I knew that when she was sucking me for the few minutes before I awoke I could not have been hard, and she said that I wasn't, but she also told me that it never took more than a couple of strokes of her hot tongue to bring my dong up hard and ready for a bout with her juicy lovepot.
Sometimes she would reverse herself, spreading her thighs over my head as I slept and lowering her cunt down to my sleeping lips as she took my dormant dong into the heat of her mouth. This, too, awoke me, although there was a time or two when I thought that I was being suffocated before I realized that it was Estelle's ass crushing my face. My hands, after the panic passed, would gently push her plump haunches up and my tongue would find its mark, sinking into the salty-sweet lubrication of her cunt.
Our days were not always spent together, however, as Estelle had usually some business to attend with father. Being sixteen at the time I never bothered to ask, and in a sense I felt some relief at not having her around so much. She was wearing me out.
We sailed a lot that summer and did our thing on deck in the heat of the bright afternoons or under the warmth of a blanket when a squall rose and the cold rain pelted down on the reefed main. I suppose because of those sailing adventures with Estelle, I have always had a hard-on whenever I got close to the ocean.
That was more than three years ago, and now I was almost home, nudging the controls of the twin Cessna to maintain the course for the private field my father had built when I became a flyer. I had used it only twice before, coming home for unexpected holidays. And both times, Estelle was away somewhere. But T.C. Parker used it with frequency.
As I swung towards home, I got the strangest feeling that I should have known my father better. So much of his last years had been away from home with his new wife that as I grew to where he might have paid attention to me, we were both strangers. Yet I got that uncomfortable sensation that he might have listened to me. He took to flying only after I had passed my solo when I was seventeen. But the business, widespread and remote from my life, was all of his life. And now, as I pulled back on the yoke of the plane to clear a ridge that I could not yet see, I wondered if I could have changed anything about him or myself.
But it was too late then, three years after the summer of Estelle and the dawning of my manhood. Theodore Curtiss Parker was dead and his son was going home to bury him. There would be much praise from the others, but not from the son. The son didn't really know him.
The wire I received in Paris said simply that he and his wife were dead and to come home. The papers carried it, along with much nonsense about his secretive financial affairs and the big question of who would be number one in Parker Industries.
CHAPTER THREE
It was about noon when I touched down at the landing field of Parker's palace, taxiing easily over the well-maintained pavement to the small hangar. Even before I shut down the engines, I could see Estelle watching me from the back seat of the big Mercedes. She was in no particular frenzy of grief that I could see, but she had always been one to remain cool in times of agitation.
I got down and waved to her, giving one of the ground crew a friendly nod and telling him to top off the tanks. Then I walked slowly over to the car.
She seemed to me to be even more stunningly beautiful than the last time I saw her. Her golden hair was now kept very long, reaching down in almost metallic rivers to her shoulder blades. Three years had not aged her in any way that I could tell.
"Darling brother Kevin," she cooed as she swung open the door on her side and reached out to take my hands. Then she pulled me inside the air-conditioned car and embraced me warmly before telling the driver to take us to the house. "Somebody will bring up your luggage later, Kevin," she added. And we drove off to the castle and back into memories of a three-year-old summer of sex.
There was so much to talk about, but I was damned if I could tell where to begin. It was pointless to ask about the accident. The papers had carried it in full detail, how the expensive sports car-and the fact was a surprise-went straight through a guardrail and plunged seven hundred feet down.
"How come the sports car?" I asked Estelle. "It's hard to imagine T.C. driving something like that."
"He did a lot of strange things when he married Mrs. Tanner, Kevin. The sports car was only one of them. I guess that he was looking for some new youth. She was only thirty-six, you know."
I nodded. "She had a daughter, too, didn't she?"
There was a hardly perceptible change in Estelle's voice, but I detected a note of intense dislike. "Yes. You'll meet Miss Ginger Tanner. Charming little minx, eighteen years old and grieving badly over the loss of her mother."
Again I nodded. There wasn't much that I could add to Estelle's account, not even to fault her for the way she said it. She was grieving herself, I thought, and being cool and efficient was just her way of hiding her loss of our father. I let the conversation die as the car pulled into the driveway. There were other things that I knew she wanted to talk about, but that would come later, when we had privacy. So I spent the last few minutes of the ride looking closely at Estelle's features. She hadn't changed much at all, her body was still as firm and lovely as I had remembered it and as I looking into her face and saw the deep green of her eyes with the hint of reflected gold I felt a sudden surge of desire. I wondered if our affair would interest her again, wondered if she had missed my cock in her mouth or in her pussy. But I had to look away when she caught me staring at her. I guess I wore my eager thoughts on my face. When she patted my knee I was certain that she had read my mind.
"Meet me in my room when you've freshed up a bit," she said. "There's a lot we must talk about before the funeral."
"Oh," I said absently. "I had almost forgotten all about that. You know," I added as I opened the car door and helped her out, "it doesn't feel as though he's dead. But I guess that's because I never really knew him."
"And her?"
Estelle's question surprised me. She mean our stepmother, as she knew very well that I had no recollection of my real mother, and since she died when I was just two years old, I didn't think that she would have had much to remember about mother either. But our stepmother? Angelique? Why, I wondered, would Estelle be concerned? I shrugged my shoulders as we walked up the steps and into the big house.
"Well," she said, "no matter. Ill see you in my room in thirty minutes?"
"Just as soon as I clean up a little. Less than that. We want to talk, right?"
She gave me one of those knowing smiles that told me absolutely nothing of what she had been thinking and turned quickly to walk up the stairs.
I watched the full roundness of her haunches shift from side to side as she climbed the stairs, admiring the fluid and yet firm way her flesh seemed to mold itself against the thin fabric of her dress. She turned once and gave me a funny look and went around the corner. I had to pay my respects to the cook, my old friend and ersatz mother most of my life.
That was one person who had not changed. We kissed again like the condescending padrone to a faithful servant, but the warmth was still there almost as if she understood what I was doing and knew that that was the way the rich world was. I was comfortable with her and distant, the way our relationship had always been. But if anything had ever happened to her I would have missed her more than I should have missed my father She gave me a bottle of beer and a roast beef sandwich and I found that I was hungry when she put it before me. There were no words spoken of any importance and I told her that I would be staying for a little while as I didn't have to get back to Paris for more than a month. When I finished eating, somewhat uncomfortably under her loving gaze, I got up and kissed her again. She almost blushed and told me what a big boy, no, what a young man I had become. I left it at that.
"Come in," Estelle said in answer to my knock some fifteen minutes later. I had changed into a light pair of slacks and an open-neck shirt and a pair of deck shoes without socks. I suppose that I wanted to be ready should she want to pick up where we left off.
The room was in a kind of half light, the shades drawn right to the sill of the windows, which allowed only the creamy yellow light to filter through. She had changed her room decor considerably, from the chintzy frenchy way it had been into something very cool and modern. Her bed was enormous, no backboard, and it seemed to float in the center of the room. A few harshly modern prints and oils decorated the walls. The rest of the room fit in, a couple of Eames chairs in bright hues and a very functional dressing table. She smiled and directed me to one of the form-fitting chairs which I loathe. She had already set out a tray of drinks on the glass table between us.
"Comfortable?"
"Of course," I said, reaching for a glass and filling it with ice. "Care for a drink?"
"A little water," she said, sitting down and letting me see that she wore only the flimsiest of dressing gowns. She made no attempt to pull the fabric which hung to her ankles over her thighs. I looked and I remembered being caught between those delicious pillars of flesh, but I averted my eyes after that moment's glance and filled another glass with ice and poured water from the decanter. I laced my own ice with a healthy dollop of scotch and a mere splash of water and leaned back in the chair, waiting, hoping, wishing it would not happen and wishing just as intently that it would and that it would happen very soon so that I could get the hard-on straining at my crotch some relief.
"Cheers," I said and suddenly realized how really inappropriate that kind of toast must have been. My father was laying in state in the library and he would be buried the next day, cremated actually. "I mean ... well, here's to us."
She sipped her water and reached down and picked up a joint from the little box on the table. I hadn't even noticed the box. "I'll smoke to that."
I watched as Estelle lit up and took the smoke deep into her lungs, her beautiful green eyes veiled for a moment with her lids in the total concentration of taking the stuff deep into her lungs.
"What's that?"
She didn't seem to hear me at first, but then I realized that she was busy taking the stuff down, down deep where she could get it on. Her face didn't contort or change from its classic beauty but I noticed her eyes falter slightly when she finally began to let some of it out. When she finally opened her lids completely, I could see that she had had something more than pot in the little joint.
"It's so really great to have you back, Kevin. I don't know very much of what you've been doing for the past three years. I mean aside from a very brilliant scholastic record and all that shit. Have you been getting a good regular fucking? Sucking?"
I had to laugh. I wasn't sure I laughed because I was embarrassed by her language, although I shouldn't have been, or from the quick way she seemed to have guessed the ideas that had earlier crossed my mind. The ideas that made me want to taste the pleasures of her luscious mouth and pussy again.
It had been true that I was involved with a few cunts in Paris and London and I had my share of all the fleshy delights that a man in heat needs. But was her question the open invitation that I had been subconsciously, waiting for? I wasn't sure. So I told her that I had managed to keep body fit and mind ready for the work that I had been cut out to do.
"You take it when you need it?" It was her turn to laugh. "But, Kevin, that's not the way we used to do it. Have you taken a permanent piece, one who can help you enjoy all the little vibrations of love-making that I had taught you?"
"Nothing permanent," I said, watching to keep the conversation cool while wanting her to shed her gown and do with me all the things that she had done before. "I've been busy studying, you know.
"Nothing important, brother,'' she said. What you should have studied was the way and where's of Parker Industries. You could have stayed home and become the favorite son. But that's too late, isn't it?" Estelle grinned and lit another joint from the roach between her fingers. "Come on, little brother. Nothing has really changed between us. You want to fuck me. You wanted to fuck me as soon as you laid eyes on me this afternoon. Well, get off your ass, and get moving. Take me."
She got to her feet and dropped the dressing gown, revealing all the wonderful female charms that had turned me on three years ago. Yet I felt some revulsion at her blatant manner. I suppose that it was the years that had passed between us, years that had not touched her but years that had turned me into more of a man and, possibly more aware of the socially unacceptable position of our love. Still I watched as she inhaled deeply from the cigarette, swelling out her chest and making her perfectly formed breasts rise high. She tucked her chin beneath her shoulder and turned slightly to the side so that I was given a more provocative view of her voluptuous body in the yellow dim light of the shaded room.
"Come little brother," she breathed heavily. "Come to bed with me and all the pleasures we will prove. Ha ha ha."
For a moment I wanted to run from her, escape her crazy laugh and get out from under the hypnotic spell of her gorgeous flesh, but I couldn't move. And the more I looked at her, the more I felt my own will fade and my desire rise rampantly.
Yes, dammit, I knew that I wanted her more than I had wanted any other woman I have ever had since her. It was a fascination and an erotic dance that she performed before me, taunting and all the time knowing that my masculine flesh was much too weak to withstand the temptation.
I drank my drink, taking almost all of it in a single swallow and nearly gagging because I had made it stronger than I would have usually. "Maybe, maybe we should wait a little, Estelle. I just got home."
"Oh? What's the matter with you? Am I just an old hag? Or are you afraid of the ghost of the one and only and late great T.C. Parker?"
Her voice softened then, almost as though she had felt his presence, but it quickly came back to what she had wanted all the time. "Come, Kevin, don't be a damned fool. You never had a piece of ass like mine. Let me blow you first."
I don't know how she did it, but she was down between my legs in an instant, her fingers flaying at the fly of my slacks and suddenly my cock, limp, flaccid, tired from the trip, was in the warmth of her mouth. She lipped it wetly, her tongue slashing all around the knob until I felt myself swell inside her head. And then I no longer cared that this was my beautiful sister Estelle who was sucking my cock. I leaned back and let her pull my slacks down, felt her eager fingers cradle my testicles and always that wonderful mouth working its magic on my cock. I kicked out of my slacks somehow so that I could open my legs wider for her hungry explorations. And she did not disappoint me. Her wandering tongue bathed my scrotum, wetly licking and gently sucking that bag until even the warm drafts of air could be felt as they wafted over the screaming nerves. Her tongue wandered still further down and centered into my ass. By this time I was practically holding my knees back to my chest as her tongue did its work. And then she was back on the quivering head of my stem, sucking, licking and tonguing until I had to crush her lovely long blonde hair between my hairy thighs and let my cock erupt its pasty fluid deep into the hot hollow of her throat.
She knelt back, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted and still wet with some of my come and she let me see how her marvelously shaped neck shuddered and swallowed my sperm. It was the life of her and I knew for that one horrified moment that she was evil and wonderment all in a single package.
"Eat me, Kevin," Estelle said without opening her eyes. She rolled back onto the rug and spread her legs wide, pulling her thighs back to her full globes of flesh and opening the holes of her bottom. I could not refuse. My knees folded and I fell to the floor between her scissored offering, burying my face in the pungency of her cunt with the feeling that I had finally come home to what I had been looking for every since I had left her behind those three years ago. My tongue stabbed into the hot moisture between her legs and stiffened with the taste of her femininity. It traced a wild pattern up and down her slit, punching in and out of her vagina and lingering long on the rubbery nub of her clitoris. I guess that was the point that I loved best about eating her pussy. She squeezed her thighs around my head when my tongue touched that sensitive knob and I felt exalted to be able to command such response from her. I teased it, I licked it, I sucked it, I bit it. And she screamed with pleasure. But the scream was that kind of muted thing like the bass of someone's hi-fi in a distant room, deep and throbbing, coming, it seemed, more from her abdomen than from her throat.
She fairly dripped. Her moisture, my saliva, a combination of erotic delight formed the necessary lubrication as it trickled down her crack and formed a wet bead on the rim of her pulsating asshole, that little brown opening that seemed so puckered and unused. I had pulled back from the strong grip of her sweaty thighs and the anus caught my eye. Estelle's calves pressed my shoulders, pulling me down again into the steamy inferno of her crotch. I licked my lips, dried by the use they had been put to, and stuck my tongue back into the core of her emotion, but my fingers had other ideas. Slowly I molded her firm buttocks between my fingers, crushing and squeezing the round flesh and always moving closer and closer to the center of her bottom. I shoved my index finger first-knuckle high into her quivering bun, felt the trickling dampness from her cunt and my mouth wet it more and pushed deeper into that hidden little hole under her pussy. She made more animal noises and I knew that I was getting back at her for buggering me with her goddamn dildo. My finger became a mad thing, ramming in and out of her brown, puckered bottom opening until I could feel the tightness relax in surrender. Then I shoved a second finger in that dark recess, causing her to rear up in my face and her thighs to clamp around my head. I felt her hands pound down on the back of my neck and on the top of my head. She pulled my hair, and I thought that she wanted me to stop what I was doing, but I was wrong. She shrieked loud and slammed my head into her damp crevice so hard that I knew my teeth must have punctured the tender flesh of her cunt.
When she released my head I pulled my face away and eased my fingers from her bottom She looked at me slack-eyed and mouthed a come on.
I got up from the floor slowly, removing the rest of my clothes and standing over her on shaky legs. She had closed her eyes again, but her legs were working gently back and forth, opening and closing her gash with moist invitation. She mumbled out the words through her passion-gorged throat, hastening me on to slam my cock into the wet folds of her pussy. Unnecessary words, I thought, as my cock was full up again and crying to get into the hot pocket of Estelle's crotch. I kicked my shoes away from our scene of combat and dropped back to my knees, wasting no time for any preliminaries.
Her legs came up and around my back and I felt her fingers grasp the meaty stem of my penis and guide it into the steamy inferno of her cunt. Then I let my weight full down her, pressing my body against hers until she was mashed against the carpet and only the pillowy flesh of her ass kept her from being hurt against the hard floor. She moaned and cried and scraped her nails up and down my back with each penetrating stroke of my cock, her nails were thin blades that cut lightly into the flesh and yet aroused me to greater efforts as I slammed in and out of her box until I had reduced her to a quivering mass of heated flesh.
An hour later, we were both dressed and sitting comfortably in her bedroom. She smoked another one of her particular joints and I was enjoying another scotch, this time with more water and ice than booze. It was the post-lovemakng period and there wasn't must to say to each other and we said nothing. That is, we said nothing with words that could be quoted, but our eyes met and they spoke of the hunger we had both experienced over the past few years and they told of how grateful each was over the preview we had just gone through.
It was uncomfortable, however, as my older sister always made me feel that way even after we had shared our bodies together. For the most part, I avoided her eyes as she rambled on about what she had been doing since I had left home for Europe.
"Deliberate," she said. "I didn't want to be home when you came back those times, Kevin. But then I guess you don't know why, do you? You're such an innocent."
"What do you mean?"
"Forget it, darling," she cooed and lit another stick of her particular kind of dynamite. "One of these days, 1*11 tell you all about it. But just forget it for now."
Her eyes turned away as she lit up and downed a deep inhalation of the stuff. I waited for her to come out before I put my glass down.
"I've got to get settled," I said. "You wouldn't want the servants to start talking, would you?'
"Don't be ridiculous," she said, her head nodding to one side. I could see that she was no really paying much attention to me, but she was still the older sister and I waited until I was certain that my leaving would not disturb her too much.
"I'm going to my room," I said, rising and picking up my cigarettes which I had not bothered to smoke. "I'll see you at dinner."
"Sit down!"
Her soft, cooing voice of lovemaking was suddenly replaced by the harsh command of my older sister. I sat down again, wondering even as I did why I should bother to listen to her. Shades of the past and all the things that she had taught me and all the things that we were together . I don't know what it was. I sat down, though, and fumbled with the dregs of my drink.
"Pour another," she said, this time softly and with no intent to frighten me as she had a moment before.
"I want to talk about old times. I want to relive what we had that last summer you were here. Do you remember it all, Kevin. All of it? Remember Rose?"
Rose? I flipped my memory back to that summer and felt a cold chill run through my body. I remembered her only because Estelle had brought her up from the dim past where I had successfully buried her during the past three years.
"Of course you remember Rose," Estelle said. "Oh that sweet young thing. She really got it good, didn't she, Kevin? Oh, how we fucked her that afternoon. And all the other times. Did you know what became of her, Kevin, after we got through with her that summer?"
I shook my head. I didn't want to know, but I knew that Estelle would not let me off the hook.
"She joined a convent."
My shock was next. "You're kidding?"
"No, I'm not kidding," Estelle said, smiling as she scrunched up into the Eames chair opposite me and took another deep drag on her cigarette. "She joined a few months after I told her that you were gone for the next couple of years and that I no longer needed her around as my personal maid. She just seemed to go to pieces, the poor thing. No. Wait. It wasn't then. I think it was after I tried to fix her up with Daddy that she left. I know he paid her a lot of money."
"You what?"
I couldn't see Estelle's face when she sagged over in a fit of laughter. "I fixed her up with Daddy. He got a big kick out of it. What a gas that was."
"What do you mean?"
I listened then with some semblance of sobriety, although the scotch was getting to me. I had chosen not to remember Rose, the gardener's granddaughter, fifteen, bursting with fresh femininity, big-chested and slim-waisted, eager and willing. Estelle was still laughing after I had briefly recalled the afternoon that she and I had virtually raped the girl. But Estelle was telling me something that I had not known or suspected about father and herself. There was something between them and the something was not nice.
"After we broke her in," Estelle was saying, looking directly at me and smiling with that pure knowledge of my weakness, "I set her up. She enjoyed being eaten, you remember, and she enjoyed eating me. Oh, how she could go down. Almost as good as you, darling."
I poured another drink and waited for the effects of the cigarette to settle down so she could finish her story. She lit another and leaned back in the chair.
"Father was getting in one of his moods, Kevin. I guess it was a fight with some Arab over some oil shit, but he came home. I tried everything. And then I told him that what he needed was a nice young piece of ass. He was horrified, naturally, but intrigued. We had always had a more intimate relationship than just father and daughter." I knew that.
"To make a long story short, I told him all about Rose and how she was so eager to be fucked." My questioning eyes told her what I was asking "I didn't mention anything ever about what we had done with the girl.
"Well, I told him to come to my room about five that evening and enjoy what he could. So at four I had Rose up in my room, all bathed and well eaten and dildoed and just so ripe you couldn't imagine. Then at five to five, I had her go down on me. And the little girl was always happy to do that. I got my rocks off just about the time father walked in and caught us. Ha! Some wild scandal that would have been. I faked a couple of tears and he told me to go to the library."
Estelle put the rest of her cigarette out and smiled at me. "It was one helluva scene for father. He told me later that he took her everywhere twice. I thought he was lying, but then the old bastard had a lot of stamina, didn't he? We laughed about it for a long time, right up until the time he got married again."
There didn't seem to be words to speak after she told me, what had happened. I suppose that I wanted to punch out at her and end some of my own guilt feelings over Rose. But I just drank my drink and felt the revulsion ebb. That was all history, and it never involved me. But Rose had been involved with me and Estelle together.
I sat with my empty drink for several minutes before I managed to persuade Estelle to go to bed for a nap and then I left, the thoughts of Rose and that other summer heavy on my mind.
It was about a month before I was to leave for the continent and attend college that Davidson's granddaughter, Rose, came to visit: He was very proud of her, the only daughter of his son's marriage.
Parker castle was a rather loose household, by which I mean he let his servants and help pretty well do what they had to do and left them alone. It was not a bad idea, and they were all devoted to him. Davidson was one of father's favorites and when he became too old to do much else around the gardens, he was put out to pasture, on full pay and a house to die in. The granddaughter was a surprise to me, but then I had never paid that kind of attention to the people who worked for my father, being too young and away most of the time, to really get to know anyone, except the cook. Visitations by relatives were permitted even in that baronial establishment where the local police had to make an appointment in order to come in.
Rose had been ushered in by the big limousine, but I didn't know that until much later. My father was like that, treating his retired personnel on his estates as if they shared the land with him, and he treated their guests as though they were his. I doubt, of course, that he ever met many of those guests, any more than I had. They all belonged to another world, the world outside the big house, outside the manor. The limousine treatment for Rose and others was the only was the Parker life-style touched them.
But I didn't meet Rose the first time she came up the road in the big car, sitting, I suppose, a bit frightened by the distance from the main highway to the Parker buildings, and the cool manner of the driver. Isolated, sitting alone on the back-seat of that big, quiet car, its interior so plush hat she might have been afraid to sit on it for fear of sullying its fine velour. I don't know either low she took to having her luggage carried right into the living room of her grandfather's cottage by that uniformed sphinx or having the door held open for her or all the other little things that are so very routine when one grows up with them. Yet I can imagine that it must have impressed her. I know it must have or else there would never have been that afternoon of Rose and Estelle and myself. The virgin, the devil and the eager devil-student.
I guess that I have to take that last comment back. I tend to judge myself too harshly. The devil-student was nothing more than a healthy sixteen-year-old boy, bigger than most for his age and, with the help of his big sister, considerably wiser sexually than would normally have been the case. Still I feel some responsibility for what happened to Rose that summer, even the things that happened to her after I had left the castle.
Rose was not a shy type. She was as full of life as any girl her age and bright, too, amazing me once in a while by quoting some simpering poetry of good repute.
By this time, some couple of months after I had graduated from prep school, I had already fallen under the spell of Estelle. She was my instructress, my mistress, my sister and my goddess. There was nothing that summer that I would not have done for her, for she had shown me the ways of being a man, and shown me all the things that I had to do. Not that it could really have made a man of me, but she gave me the necessary techniques with which to deal with women, and to deal with them in the way that they most liked to be dealt with, sexually.
Without question, it had been Estelle's idea to seduce Rose. For my part, I had all that I could handle with Estelle herself, and the thought of bringing another girl into the scene was just something beyond my imagination. And if I had had doubts about it, I kept those doubts to myself. Whatever Estelle told me to do, I did. And if it was to set about seducing Rose Davidson, then I was only a pawn in some wild plan that Estelle had.
Rose had no idea of what was happening or what was about to happen to her. She was the eager youngster at the dock when Estelle and I returned from an early sail and she was the kid who fetched clean towels and a pitcher of lemonade when Estelle and I came off the tennis court. I suppose that she was just there for the first couple of weeks before Estelle began to notice her.
And then it was Estelle and Rose for a few days, and I admit that I felt left out of it all.
Estelle took a fancy to the girl when she finally noticed that Rose was not just a child. I watched, although at that time I wasn't sure just what it was that I was watching, as Estelle became more and more friendly with the girl. I knew that it wasn't like Estelle. She was as cool and distant with the servants as my father, but without his way of being aloof and warm at the same time. So when Estelle began her courtship of Rose, I was surprised.
It seemed to have happened so quickly that I can't really tell when it began. I only know that it began for me when the girls, for that was what I had begun to call them after the couple of days they had seemed to share all there was to share, both came down to the dock one morning and boarded without even bothering to say a greeting to me. I had been used to that with Estelle but when I gave her a questioning gaze when Rose had turned away, she just smiled at me and went below to join the young girl. I was angry. But it didn't matter. I had the boat and they were just passengers if that's all they were to choose to remain. I rigged the boat by myself for the first time in a long time, missing I suppose, Estelle's help with a few sheet lines. I wasn't anything that I couldn't handle myself.
The girls stayed below for a long time after I was well out of the dock, but I didn't bother them. I could hear their chatter over the sound of the bow wave and the wind in the sails. I couldn't make out what they were saying and I guessed rightly that they were talking about nothing in particular.
I cleared the breakwater and was heading on an easy course when it dawned on me that the girls were much too quiet. Still I hesitated for a long time before tying off the tiller and going below. I suppose that I wasn't really surprised to see Rose going down on my sister.
"Come in, Kevin," Estelle said, smiling at me from the frame of her widespread legs. There was a snap of Rose's head, but Estelle's hands were holding her. "Relax, Rose, it's only Kevin. You can work on him when you finish with me, darling."
I noticed that after the initial start, Rose settled back down between Estelle's legs, her head moving in slow circular patterns. I could only guess what her tongue was doing to Estelle's cunt by the expression on my sister's face. It was rhapsodic to say the least. Rose, I took it, was giving Estelle one helluva blowjob.
Estelle closed her eyes and moved her hips in rhythm with Rose's head. She was very obviously enjoying what that young tiling was doing to her and I must admit that what I was watching was turning me on so quickly that I shed my slacks and shoes and shirt and joined Estelle on the bunk. My throbbing cock became the eager recipient of Estelle's hand. I let her jack me off while I played with her big tits and kept watching Rose's eager mouth work over that honey-blonde cunt that I loved so well.
When I shot my load all over Estelle's quivering belly, Rose was still eating her. For that brief moment of just about to come, I wanted to yank her dark hair up and shove my cock into her mouth, but Estelle's hand was quicker than my emotions. I spurted great gobs of paste across her torso, which she rubbed into her flesh with her free hand, and all the while Rose never lifted her eyes to see my sister beat my meat.
Estelle held my cock until it softened into the nothing instrument, and I finally got up from the bunk and went back topside to check. I didn't bother to dress. There wasn't much point in doing that. The day was warm and I knew that Estelle would never be simply content to just have her box licked. I knew that she would want to be fucked, and even as I thought of shoving my dong between her beautiful legs I felt myself getting hard again. And I thought of what a different thing it would be if I could shove it up Rose's pussy, too.
That was the wild thought, and when I returned to the forward berth, Rose and Estelle were lying side by side, each with her hand in the other's cunt. A most enjoyable sight, I thought.
My imagination that day seemed to be running away with me. I felt hard, but when I looked down I was still about half-staff, just enough to be horny but not enough to do anything about it even with the two luscious split-tails before me. I had to lean with the tack of the boat, but I noticed that the girls were able to keep to the high side. But then their legs were spread wide and the one braced the other in the slight roll of the boat.
"Why don't you go down on Rose?"
Estelle looked at me from the distance of her thigh and gave me a shrug. I gathered that she was too tired to do it right then, but the look told me that she had been between the girl's legs before.
"Fuck me," she said after a long stare at my naked body. "Fuck me if you can get it up, that is.
"Later," I replied, keeping my eyes on the young Rose all the time. She held her eyes tightly closed even though she was not asleep and even though she knew that I was standing at the entry. I surmised that eating my big sister's cunt gave her just as much thrill and release as being eaten herself. She hardly seemed to be moving, except for her fingers which kept working in and out of Estelle's twat.
"Let's have something to drink," Estelle said, crushing Rose's hand between her thighs for an instant before rolling out of the berth.
"I only have beer," I said, turning to get it, for I felt that funny thirst of post-passion.
It was only a few feet from the vee-berth tp the galley and I reached into the cooler for the beer just as I heard my sister's dark voice, commmanding and evil, something I knew as not completely right.
"Spread your fucking legs," she said and when I turned I knew that she was speaking to Rose. From the galley, I couldn't see the girl who remained on the vee-berth, but I imagine the shock in her eyes at the tone of that voice.
"You notice, Kevin," Estelle said as she turned to me, "Rose doesn't talk very much."
I opened three cans of beer and appro ched the entry to the forward berth. "What's to say?"
Again there was Estelle's funny laugh, and I could feel a cold chill run up and down my body. I gave her a beer and tried to go into the forward berth to give Rose hers, but Estelle stopped me. "I'll take care of her. Why don't you go topside and check things for a few minutes. I'll call you when I want you back here."
She took the two cans of beer and I shrugged, leaving her and Rose to their thing. On the way back to the tiller, I picked up a pair of swim trunks and slipped them on, not wanting to be mother naked for all the world to see.
There wasn't much for me to do. The boat was sailing itself with the steady breeze that didn't look as though it would freshen for hours. So I sat down, drinking long, cold draughts of beer and listening to the bow wake and the rigging. For those long beautiful minutes, I practically forgot about the pair below, and when they did come back to my thoughts I ignored them, thinking that they would do what they had to do.
I heard her voice from some distance, thinking that it was strange, for a moment, that she should be calling me. Sailing has a way of doing that to people. Almost before you know it, you're alone when others aboard are out of sight. I punched a hole in the bottom of the beer can and deep-sixed it and then went below.
Estelle was squatting over Rose's face and holding the girl's legs under her arms. The sight that presented itself was of Estelle's lecherous expression looking at me and the wide vee of Rose's crotch, her pink cunt opened and juicy and her legs pulled so far back that I could see her little brown asshole, too. Estelle rolled her hips slowly over Rose's face and I could tell that the girl was using all her tongue power to keep my sister's pussy from suffocating her.
"A virgin, darling brother," Estelle said, her eyes almost closed with the intensity of what was happening to her snatch by the young girl's mouth. "I think that she should be broken in and I'm offering this prime specimen to my favorite brother. Get out of that fucking suit and let me watch you take her hymen. Hurry, Kevin. I want to see it before she eats my guts out."
Again I was struck by the hypnotic quality of my sister's voice, seductive, commanding. I couldn't resist, nor, for that matter, could I easily have resisted the gaping offering in front of me. I slipped out of the suit and felt my stem jump to attention. Rose's ass was almost hanging over the edge of the bed, making her a perfect target for my throbbing member.
I stepped between her legs, held wide and inviting by Estelle, and rubbed the head of my cock in her crotch. She was well oiled for what I was going to do, licked juicy by Estelle. At the forst contact I felt her virginal heat sear through my knob. I hesitated for an instant and I might have hesitated longer, but Estelle's hands slid down the girl's thighs and her thumbs pried open the sacred hole wider. Then her fingers coiled around my cock, pulling me into the moist quim of the youngster.
The magic, uncontrollable contact had been made and I knew that I could no more have stopped my thrust into Rose than I could have stopped breathing. I shoved the head of my prick into her, watching as its thickness folded in her pubes for an instant. I withdrew a fraction of an inch and let the girl's moisture better lubricate my throbbing cock and then I pushed into her again, gaining a deeper penetration. I was about to withdraw another time when I noticed Estelle glared at me.
"Ram it, damn you," she cried, throwing her head back and laughing wildly as I shoved my cock deep into Rose's cunt. I buried myself in the girl as she twisted her ass over Rose's face. "Beautiful, beaufiul," Estelle kept saying and I surged in and out of the no-longer virgin twat.
My head swam with the dizzying delight of taking a virgin, and I fucked harder than I had ever fucked Estelle, my cock, seemingly immense, thrusting in and out of Rose's snatch like a mad piston to her sweet young cylinder. As I settled into the steady rhythm of plumbing Rose, I looked down to search for blood, but there was nothing that I might have imagined, just a trace of it when I pulled my cock from her soft, tight-fitting hole. I felt a sense of relief about that and turned my attention to Estelle, who was rocking back and forth madly, pulling Rose's legs like she would a pair of oars. Her hips were pumping quickly over the girl's mouth and I wondered for a second what Rose must have been thinking as she was deflowered while eating cunt.
Estelle finally rolled away from Rose's head and plopped at the girl's side. I continued to ram in and out of the young girl's pussy and then was rewarded soundly as her legs wrapped around my hips and I felt her passionate pressure crushing me into her steamy core. Her eyes were closed and her head rolled gently back and forth, telling me that she was off on some strange pleasure trip that I guided her through but was unable to join. When my sperm erupted deep in her vagina, she clamped her warm, sweaty thighs around my waist so tightly that I had difficulty regaining my breath.
"Beautiful, beautiful," Estelle was still saying, her face close to our mated genitals. "Oh what a tight little cunt. I thought you were going to stretch her in half, Kevin darling. How was that?"
I was too exhausted to reply, and when Rose relaxed her hold on me I slid out of her pussy, noting again that there was nowhere near the blood I had thought there would be. I sat down on the edge of the berth, closing my eyes and taking deep gulps of air to get my equilibrium back. "Did I hurt you, Rose?"
She was sitting up, her legs still spread wide, but her feet were resting on the floor. She shook her head then added, "Just a little. But then it was great."
"Get out of here," Estelle ordered. "I'll help our little girl clean up and take care of herself."
In a way, I was glad to get out of the cabin, get back on deck away from the steamy atmosphere below, get away, too, from my crazy sibling and what she had virtually forced me to do with the young girl. It was a technical rape, I told myself, but then added that Estelle had been there before me and there was no protest from Rose. I tool another can of beer and closed the cabin hatch behind me.
Over the rest of my holiday before leaving for my tour and school, Estelle and I made the most of our little-friend. Estelle had me thinking as she did, that Rose was to be our plaything, a very sexual toy that would allow all manner of liberties to be taken. And, foolishly perhaps, I allowed myself to be lulled into Estelle's way of thinking, and we took many liberties with the girl.
As Estelle sat across from me, I recalled the time, since it was a time for recalling memories, that we had taken Rose down to the gym.
Estelle made Rose undress along with herself while I sat on the edge of the massage table sipping a beer. When they were both naked, she brought our girl-toy into a new world of fanciful delights by giving her one of those special cigarettes to smoke.
Naturally Estelle wanted me to join her, but I knew better and I refused. So I sat back and watched the girls turn on. Only the turn-on wasn't all that great for Rose who almost immediately got very dizzy and had to lie down. But that was what Estelle had been waiting for.
"Help me tie her up," she said and took the can of beer from my hand.
I helped, although I have often wondered if in doing so I had also helped Estelle to become deeper and deeper involved in her private world of hell.
Still there were some very erotic elements about tying Rose to the massage table, especially as Estelle had very distinct ideas of how it should be zone. We tied the girl's wrists to the foot of the table and then lifted her ankles back until they were high over her head and secured them to an overhead pipe.
Rose, her eyes glassy from the joint, made no protest of how we moved her about, shifting her buttocks down until they were hanging over the edge of the table and spreading her legs so wide that I could see the muscles in her thighs taut with the strain. I tried to tell Estelle that it looked too tight, but she just laughed, pulling Rose's legs even wider. If Rose was in any pain, she made no mention of it, but then she must have been so far out of it from the pot that she didn't care.
"She couldn't move if she had to," Estelle said th satisfaction. "Now we can have a little fun, Kevin, a little fun with endurance. I want to see how much our little cunt can take."
I took my beer back and finished it off, feeling the cold fluid run down my throat futilely as I was already parched with passion and eager then to follow whatever plan Estelle had in mind. When the beer was gone and I had thrown it into a corner wastebasket, Estelle opened her locker and took out her dildo, only it was slightly modified from the time I had seen it. Somehow Estelle had managed to have it attached to a powerful vibrator mechanism and when she gleefully turned it on and held it up to my face I could se it throb in an unrelenting blur that even made her fingers out of focus.
"What are you going to do?" It was a stupid question on my part. I knew damned well what she was going to do, but I had to ask if only to break the sound of the humming cock.
"I'm going to stick it up your ass if you don't shut up," she snarled. "Put some of that vaseline in her snatch, will you?"
I moved over to the side table and unscrewed the lid of the jar, dipping my finger into it to take out the greasy jelly. By now my cock was throbbing almost as madly as the artificial one that Estelle held in her hand, stroking it, by the way, as she had done with my cock and seeming to get some crazy thrill sexually even from her fingertips. I moved over to the helplessly widespread legs of Rose, noticed that the girl still wore that euphoric expression of before, and gently rubbed the grease over her plump pubes and into her vagina. I was careful to spread it extra thick right at the entrance of her lovepot, realizing how thick that monster in Estelle's hand was.
"That's enough," Estelle said. "Now, baby Rose, I'm going to make you one of the happiest girls in town."
Estelle flicked off the motor and slowly cased the still dildo into Rose's pussy, stretching her young pubes so wide that I thought that Estelle would really harm her, but slowly the thick knob sank into the pink folds of Rose's cunt. I looked at the girl and saw that the glassy stare suddenly changed to one of fear, like someone who was suddenly choking. I nudged Estelle who saw Rose's expression and stopped pushing the dildo, but she didn't take it out. Instead she began to slowly rotate the fat pole in the girl's cunt and I was amazed to see Rose's face turn from fear to a kind of panting expectancy. Estelle then put the rest of the damned thing into the girl, stopping every few minutes to work it around until the girl could take more of it.
"That's too big," I said. "You'll kill her."
"It's not too big. I've used it on myself," Estelle said, smiling. "Rose can take it. After all, she's had your fat worm in her quim, hasn't she?"
From Rose came a deep sigh and then, "Oh, give it to me, Estelle, give it to me." I guessed then that Estelle knew what she was doing, but I was surprised at the eye-popping start that Rose made when Estelle shoved it in to the hilt and slipped on the switch.
The room instantly filled with a soft hum as the vibrator throbbed inside Rose's cunt. Rose twitched her hips, but she was unable to move more than an inch or so. She gave out a long moan and closed her eyes. I guessed that the buzzer in her box was really driving her up the wall and felt another strangely powerful urge to pull out my cock and shove it in her throat. And then when Estelle took a belt from her locker and tied the vibrating penis's mechanism to Rose's waist I wanted to come in my slacks.
But there was a better way, I knew, and when it seemed like she was finished with Rose, I moved in behind my sister and pressed my hard-on into the crack of her spongy buttocks. She responded as I knew she would and dropped down to her knees, unbuckling and unzipping my pants on the way down and taking my pounding meat into the heat of her head in what seemed like a single motion. Her mouth closed over the head of my cock and her tongue whipped it a few times. Then she moved her head forward slowly, her tongue moistly working me over all the time, and then retreated. I came on one of her backstrokes when only her softly pursed lips were covering the head of my cock, but I came thickly and wildly, so wildly that my pecker slipped from her hot lips and most of my sperm splashed against her face. She quickly put my cock back in her mouth and sucked out the remaining drops even as the rest of it trickled down her cheek.
She didn't bother wiping it away until my cock grew limp in her mouth and she let it slip out, well drained and much relieved. I helped her to her feet and pulled my slacks back up.
I suppose that my own wildly pounding heart drove out the sounds of Rose as she moaned and writhed on the massage table, the soft humming cock still inside her and working it heated magic on the delicate folds of her cunt. Her eyes were closed and her face and tits were covered with a fine film of perspiration. I could see that she was hurting in the legs. It had been ten minutes since Estelle had turned the thing on, a bit longer since the girl had had her legs suspended over her head. I imagined that there was numbness from the lack of circulation, but whatever pain that may have caused her was probably more than compensated for by the throbbing pole buried in her juicy twat.
Estelle walked around to Rose's head and planted a kiss full on the girl's lips, ramming her tongue in the half open mouth to probe its warm interior. Even through the heated kiss I could bear Rose moan.
"Let's go for a swim," she said, turning to me and leaving Rose strapped to the contraption. "She needs a few more minutes. Hell, she hasn't even come for more than three or four times."
Rose remained moaning with her eyes closed and only an occasional flickering of her tongue over her moist lips told me that she was still conscious. I wondered then why she didn't cry out or make some further protest. Was she afraid of Estelle? I didn't think so and began to believe that maybe the damned instrument shoved up her crotch was something that she really wanted.
So we swam, my sister and I. I paced about ten laps with her, holding back a little to let her keep up with me. When we toweled each other dry, I gradually heard the moaning from Rose grow louder until there was a terrible cry of panic and then silence.
"I guess she passed out," Estelle said, kneeling this time to gently pat my testicles with the towel.
I ran back to the dressing room and yanked open the door. Rose was staring at me with an idiotic grin on her face. This time she was drenched with sweat and I could see her flexing her stomach muscles as if to pull the buzzing cock deeper and deeper into her vaginal cavity. But her breath was coming in gasps, and even I could tell that she had had enough of the thing.
Rose didn't seem to be aware of me switching off the vibrator and easing the dildo from her slimy hole, but she came to, somewhat gratefully, when I untied her legs and wrists and helped her get comfortable. She stretched full length on the table and I could see that she was so relieved to have her legs down again that she didn't even bother to close them modestly. On the the other hand, I'd guessed that her cunt was so sore that she didn't want to close it or, possibly, couldn't.
When Estelle finally came in, I was dressed again and sipping another beer. Rose had refused my offer of one and just lay on the table, letting the throbbing experience of the dildo slowly ebb from her tormented core, but not, I noticed, feeling any particular pain.
"How was that, Rose?" Estelle said, grinning as she stroked the young girl's hair. "I guess you want to relax a little while before we play some more."
"I've had it for now," I said, turning towards the door with my beer in hand. "If you want me, you'll find me sleeping."
Estelle laughed and waved goodbye. "As soon as Rose is ready, I'm going to have a little tongue treatment, aren't I, Rose?"
Rose nodded her head and started to get up, but Estelle pushed her gently down again and climbed over the girl as I left. They would enjoy their little sixty-nine session without me, I thought. I was really tired and I knew that Estelle would be up to my room when she had finished with Rose.
CHAPTER FOUR
Three years is a long time, and I wondered how it could all have passed so quickly, so much behind me, so much that had happened to my father and so much to my sister and then in a few hours to have it all return as though nothing, neither time nor experience, had happened. I looked at my watch and realized that within the short space of a few hours Estelle and I were back on the same mad relationship that we had been on before I had left.
I showered and took a short nap that was fi;led with phantoms of that insane summer of incestuous love to make my sleep less than restful. It was dark when I woke and quiet, but my door was closed. So that didn't prove anything, the quiet, mean. Parker's castle was well built, and to be locked in a bedroom meant quiet from the ordinary noises of a big household.
After washing my face and combing my hair, I went down to the dining room, saw that the cook had laid out a buffet and helped myself. I took the plate into the library and walked cautiously over to the chair where my father had always sat and realized that his ghost would not harm me. I sat in his chair and ate and thought about absolutely nothing at all.
When I finished eating, I decided to pass up the fine cognac and check on the plane. Not that I had any doubt that it would be well taken care of. It was just that I liked that plane, just as I had loved my sloop, and I had to be personally reassured that everything was all right.
I shouldn't have bothered. Everything was all right and after a few words and some bullshit with the crew, I walked slowly back to the house. For once I hadn't wanted to take one of the carts to travel around the estate, and I actually enjoyed the mile walk back from the strip in the slightly cooling air of the night. There was a moon and night sounds that made everything somewhat dreamlike and almost idyllic. Parker's castle in the silvery night looked like something out of Disney as I came up the drive. It made me laugh.
I don't know how long I had been back in the library when she came in. I hadn't noticed what time it was when I got back, and when I had a couple of drinks of cognac and got involved with a book I lost mental track of how long I had been there. She coughed to get my attention, a bit theatrically, I thought, but then I got a good look at her for the first time. My step-sister was a very beautiful girl.
"Hello. I guess you're Kevin," she said, walking gracefully over to the big desk where I was reading and drinking. I got to my feet and looked at her closely. "But sit down, please. I just wanted to meet you and tell you how sorry I am about your father."
"Thanks. You're Ginger?" She nodded. "I didn't think that I'd meet you until tomorrow. I just got in this afternoon. Would you like a drink?"
"No. But I'll have a cigarette if you have one," she said, sitting easily in a nearby leather chair. I gave her a cigarette and lit it for her, taking another for myself, although I don't smoke all that much. At nineteen, I wanted to show her that I was every bit as sophisticated as my education and travels were supposed to have made me.
There was an awkward silence for several minutes and I took a good, deep gulp of cognac to keep my mouth shut. There was so much that I wanted to know about this girl, but I couldn't find where to begin. She was very beautiful, with dark hair and long legs and a body that was every bit as seductive as Estelle's. She wore a red knit dress cut low in front to reveal her well-developed bosom and short enough so that when she sat in the big chair her hem rose high up her shapely thighs.
"Do you approve?"
I blushed slightly at the question, knowing that I had been caught surveying her wares, but it faded quickly as I caught the knowing tone of her voice. "I approve," I said, smiling and taking another swallow of the booze.
"I'm glad," she said, snuffing out her cigarette, although it was hardly half way down. "Why don't we go up to my room. We can talk."
I stared at her, wondering if it was talk that she wanted to do or something else. I was naturally hoping that she wanted something else, but I realized that Estelle would be looking for me be:ore too long and let the provocative thought fade from my mind. I picked up the bottle of cognac and my cigarettes and got up. Ginger uncoiled very seductively from the chair and stood waiting for me. I opened the library door and let her lead the way to her room. "After you," I said rather pointlessly and watched hungrily as her high riding haunches undulated up the big stairway. I stayed two steps behind her and felt a very growing excitement as I watched her ass in motion under the smooth-fitting knit dress.
Ginger's room was fixed up very nicely, a bit too feminine for my tastes, but comfortable. She opened the door for me and closed it after I had entered. I didn't hear her lock it, but I suspected that she had.
"Bring two glasses," she said as I walked into her bathroom. "I think that I'd like to have a drink now."
I poured and touched glasses with her. "To father," she said and laughed. "I mean to your father."
"To your mother," I said and drained the glass without watching her. She, too, had finished hers in a single swallow. I refilled the glasses and turned to look at her as she sipped slowly. When she picked up a cigarette, I leaned over and lit it for her, catching a tantalizing whiff of her perfume and a close look at the delicious bulge of her tits, milky white flesh that seemed to be trying to burst from her bra.
"Would you like to take me to bed, Kevin?" "I thought you'd never ask," I said and regretted it immediately. I thought that I was going to be just as cool about it as she was, but I found myself flushing very red again, except that this time the color didn't fade quickly.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" She put her glass down and walked across the room, shedding her shoes before she reached the bed. I just sat, not really knowing exactly what to do next. I caught her smile as she sat down on the edge of the bed and then stood up to take her dress off.
She wore only the flimsiest of bikini panties, and why I'll never know. Her dark triangle was quite visible through the sheer fabric, as was the crease of her ass when she turned around to hang the dress over the back of a chair. She took her bra off and sat down again to remove her stockings, but not before she had turned to me very slowly so that I could admire the full rise of her breasts, fleshy globes made for tasting, especially oh the rosy centers. Her nipples were already erect with passion.
I didn't need further encouragement. I put my glass down and began peeling out of my clothes and managed to get naked before I walked to the bed. She knew I was ready for her and I knew she liked what she saw. Her eyes almost glistened in anticipation as she gazed hungrily down at the throbbing erection I carried to her.
"My step-brother is very well hung, very well hung indeed," she murmured as I stood next to her. She cradled my testicles in her hand, weighing them in a sense, and then she ran her finger-nail up the underside of my cock, sending an electric shock right back to my asshole. "I wonder if my stepbrother likes his cock sucked."
"Be my guest," I said, gasping out the words through clenched teeth as her fingers wrapped around the head of my dong. "I like that very much."
Her lips barely brushed the knob of my prick before I felt like I was going to come. My hands slid down her body and cupped her big tits, fingers deftly pinching her hard little nipples. I felt rather than saw her wet mouth close over the head of my cock and felt her tongue twirl around it. I tightened my buttocks and pushed my cock further into the damp warmth of her mouth. It was only then that I looked down and saw how her lips were circling my stem so tightly that the edges were white. I felt her suction, however, and shoved myself closer,, but her hand still held my joint and limited the amount of cock she would take into her pretty head.
She sucked me for five minutes or so and then pulled away, her eyes glazed with passion, and rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs wide for me. I knew she wanted me to eat her cunt, and I was just about to go down on her when I felt her hands around my head. She prilled me up to her face and pressed her lips over my mouth, releasing me only after several minutes.
"Fuck me, Kevin. Fuck me, please," she whispered.
I obliged, moving one hand down to her dark triangle and opening her pubes wide. She was already damp so there was no need to play with her very much. I felt her hand streak down between our bodies and take the shaft of my cock. It felt so wonderful that I eased myself back so that I could see her tiny fingers stretched around my circumference and watched with growing delight as she guided my cock into her steamy hole. Once the head touched her moist purse I thrust my hips forward violently and buried myself into her right up to my balls. Her only reply was a deep moan as she wrapped her long legs around my back.
We played out our little erotic drama, my body surging forward to meet her fleshy, wide-spread crotch, my cock sinking deep into her hot, juicy hole. She was a woman in all that she did in that bed that time. Her hips rose to meet me with every thrust. Her fingernails raked down my naked back, sharp but just this side of drawing blood. It was very exciting. Her fingernails, I mean. Her ass hardly ever touched the mattress as she pumped away at the rigid pole between my legs, and she hardly ever let my cock escape more than fractions of an inch from her honeypot.
Somewhere between the first stroke into her hot young body and the last, I had managed to force her legs up around my neck, the calves of her legs resting on my shoulders, which twitched in excited little motions presaging the final thrust hat I would make my cock, the signal that told her that I was spending all my come into her body. I had to wonder about it for a few minutes, wonder and try like hell to prolong what I was doing for as long as I could. I thought about sail boats and planes and my sister, and all the time my cock was swelling fatter and fatter with my impending orgasm, Ginger cried out and locked her knees tightly around my neck. I pressed my full weight down on the firm softness of her thighs and hot an intensely pleasing load of come deep into the hot, tight cavity of her cunt.
It was only after I had rolled over, breathing deeply and feeling the love sweat evaporate coolly from my body, that I realized that Ginger was no virgin and, more than that, a lot more experienced than I would have thought an eighteen-year-old, to be. For a moment, I was tempted to ask her but that seemed stupid. We simply stretched out side by side on her big bed and let our thoughts wander around. Where hers went I didn't know any more than I knew my own.
Five minutes later, I got up and fixed two more drinks, lighting a cigarette for myself and then offering her one. She nodded and I lit one for her,bringing both drink and smoke to her as she sat up and leaned back against the headboard.
"You're some lover," she said, drawing deeply on the smoke between small sips of the cognac. "I haven't been as well fucked like that for a long time."
I didn't say anything. I just looked down at her body, long legs, dark triangle and her lusciously big boobs. But I wasn't aroused again. I was too tired at the moment, and the cognac didn't help refresh me, either. The cigarette tasted lousy, but I took another drag before snubbing it out on her bedside ashtray. "You're pretty hot stuff in bed yourself," I finally managed to say.
She smiled. Then her eyes turned to my eyes and I watched as she slowly gobbled in my entire body, her gaze methodically dropping down to my chin, my chest, my crotch where it paused and then continued down my legs. I thought she might have had a fetish about feet because her gaze stopped there for an even longer time than it had on my cock and balls.
I finished my drink and turned to retrieve my clothes.
"Don't go, yet," she said. "Come back to bed. I need you right now."
My legs felt the weariness of the day and I was going to refuse, but Ginger was out of bed and standing very close to me. I felt the heat of her flesh radiate against mine, but I felt that I couldn't possibly get it up again for her. And it late, too, much too late for the grieving son to in the bedroom of his step-sister. I shook my head.
"I've got to get some sleep, Ginger," I said, moving over to where I had dumped my clothes.
She did it so quickly that I froze in my tracks. Her hands first and then her hot, wet mouth took my limp cock. I felt an immediate surge as the blood rushed to my prick and fattened it for her hungry lips and tongue. She sucked it in while it was still soft and short enough for her to take it all right down to where her lips were pulsating at the base of my cock. I felt the palm of her h nd grip my ass while the other gently cupped my balls.
In a moment, her head was away from my cock while her hands continued working me over. I felt her nails sharply as they scraped excitingly up and down the length of my prick, maddeningly, painfully and yet somehow wildly erotic. I reached down and pulled her to her feet and led her back to the bed.
"Lie down," she said.
It was a pleasure, not just from the thought of getting a blowjob from her but from sheer exhaustion. She got onto the bed beside me, sort of at a right angle to my outstretched body. Her kneeling form made a delightful picture as her boobs hung down with their own weight but without losing their delicious shape and her plump round ass rose high in the air. Then she began. Her lips closed over my toes, taking me by surprise and some little shock, but the shock was from discovering that there was a keen erotic thrill even there as I watched her. Slowly then she licked up my legs, alternating her tongue from left to right until she had reached my thighs. She shifted position then, moving over my legs and spreading them to each side of her hot body.
I waited impatiently for her to lower her wet mouth over my throbbing penis, waited for that first great moist hot thrill when the head of my cock would penetrate her ruby lips and her tongue would flick out and around and stab and finally bring me to a crashing orgasm. But Ginger wasn't ready. She spread my legs wider, pushing my knees back almost to my chest. I felt foolish in that position, felt that it was what a man should do to a woman, but her tongue came down on my testicles wetly and the electric thrill drove out the nonsense. She sucked gently and wetly and as I was about to go mad with the pain-pleasure, she lowered her head, pushing my thighs back farther and farther until I knew that my asshole was fully exposed. Then I felt that wild, wet tongue, stiff and hot stab into my anus. I lunged forward and moaned aloud. My hands groped for her hair, but she pushed them away. In and out, in and out, her tongue was buggering me until I thought that I would shoot my sperm into the air, but at the right critical moment, Ginger's mouth was over my cock knob, sucking, licking, pulsating with passion.
She swallowed every drop of my come and held the softening cock in her hot mouth until it was useless. And I do mean useless, for there wasn't even that extreme sensitivity of post-orgasm. I was literally numb from what she had done with her mouth. When she finally let my cock slip from her lips, I reached down to stroke her hair. I wanted to eat her, but I was too fatigued, from the day, from the trip, from Estelle and finally, from Ginger. And I wanted to sleep, but I knew that would never do. I had to get back to my own bed. She understood and watched contentedly as I got out of bed and dressed. I blew her a kiss and left.
The eleven o'clock sunlight streaming brightly into my room woke me from a dreamless sleep. I was still exhausted, but I got up and showered and shaved anyway. The funeral was to be held at two o'clock.
"Good morning," Estelle said, startling me as I put the finishing touches to my face after shaving. I was dressed in a towel and hardly thinking of anything. She surprised me. I had forgotten that she had often come into my room and right into my bath before. Somehow I didn't think that she would appear that morning.
She was dressed for the funeral, but it didn't stop her from coming right up behind me and wrapping her arms around my naked waist. I tensed and then she unfastened the towel, letting it drop to the floor as her hands caressed my genitals.
"Not now," I protested, but she only laughed and continued to manipulate my cock and squeeze my scrotum. "Stop it," I said, dropping the washcloth and pushing her hands away.
"Don't be silly, Kevin," she said and went right back to playing with me.
"Don't," I said, but I could feel my groin flex in anticipation of her touch. I tried to push her away one more time, but by then my cock had swollen and Estelle had it circled in her hand, stroking it with increasing speed.
I turned to face her, putting my hands on her shoulders and then tried to push her down to her knees. "Suck it, then dammit," I said.
"Not now," she said, mimicking my own words. "I want a fast fuck, darling. Come on. Get behind me.
Quickly she stripped out of her panties and lifted her dress, revealing her beautiful tawny-fleshed ass. She leaned over and spread her legs, bracing her hands on the edge of the bathtub. What could I do? My cock was pounding in anticipation, but I didn't want to get caught in my own bath with my own sister. But cock-throb won out, I stepped closer to her proffered cheeks and spread them open, fingering both her rear hole and her already wet cunt. She moaned and urged me to hurry. I did, shoving my cock deep into her hot, juicy pussy. She grunted with satisfaction and began to roll her hips wildly. I grabbed her around the waist in order to maintain my balance and to keep my peker from slipping out of her quim, as if by some freak of accident she would have let go of my cock. Her ass slapped back into my pelvis with each deep penetration of my screamingly rigid member. I had never taken her standing up like that, and never,- of course, taken her with her clothes on. I noticed with some amusement that she lacked only panties and high heels to be just as normally dressed as any young woman on her way to the funeral of her father.
It was a quickie, violent and heated and over almost before it began. I held her tightly by her plump love handles, that fleshy soft muscle area just over her hip bones, until my cock shrunk and slipped wetly out of her steamy love pot. When I let go of her, she straightened up and turned around to kiss me full on the mouth, but she held her skirt hem above her waist and promptly sat down on the toilet. I gave her a dirty look and left, closing the bathroom door on my way out I grabbed a clean towel from the closet and cleaned myself as best as I could. I wanted another shower, but there didn't seem to be mucj time for that. Instead, I got dressed, throwing a a black suit and a white shirt.
CHAPTER FIVE
There wasn't much of a service for Theodore Curtiss Parker and his wife as we planted him in the ground on the estate. I almost imagine that if there had been much soul-searching and preaching he might have opened the coffin and started ushering everybody out of his death. He didn't tolerate this hypocrisy while he was alive and he never tolerated preachers. There was quite a crowd of people there nevertheless, but they all belonged to T.C. Parker in one way or another.
Besides Estelle and Ginger and myself, there were the attorney and the servants, a couple of bankers, some oil tycoon from the Middle East and a bunch I couldn't identify and really didn't care to.
When the brief ceremony was over, my sisters and I rode back to the house with the attorney, Ralph Myer. It wasn't much of a ride and no one had anything to say until the car stopped and we got out.
"Can we all meet in the library in an hour or so? I'm sure you'll want to hear some of the details of the will." Myer wasn't really asking us; he was telling us, and when he had had his say he turned on his heels and went into the house.
"In an hour?" Estelle exclaimed. "Why wait? Hell, it all comes to the three of us, doesn't t? And since I'm the only one of maturity, I guess I'll have to be the executor. Right?"
"Why don't we wait and hear what old Myer has to say?" I said. "Somebody else might be in on the Parker pie, you know."
"I don't mean the penny ante stuff. I know he took good care of the servants. But the bulk of it, the holding companies, the oil. I've done some investigating on my own, dear brother, and you really going to be very rich eventually. But it's going to be mine until you become an adult."
I got a funny feeling about the way she said it and for a moment I was going to stand there and argue with her, but I changed my mind when I saw Ginger slowly start up the stairs. I turned away from Estelle and called to Ginger, "Hey, wait for me. Are you coming, Estelle? Somehow this funeral gave me a thirst. I want a drink."
Estelle looked at me with those cold blue eyes and slowly shook her head. It seemed that just as I had called to Ginger, Estelle's attitude changed and I could see her barefacedly examining my interest in our step-sister. Then her expression changed and she immediately went around to the side of the house for her car, I supposed.
"Would that really happen?" Ginger turned to me and gave me a dark-eyed look that I though had just a touch of fear in it.
"Would what happen?"
"Estelle. Could she control our interests in the estate?"
"I don't know," I said, and I really didn't know, but then she had been close to T.C. during the years before he remarried. Anything was possible, I thought, but I didn't say that to Ginger. "Let's go have a drink."
She followed me into the billiard room where I racked the balls on the pool table and went over to fix drinks. She took a straight brandy and I had a scotch on the rocks with a splash of water. And then I almost burst out laughing. I realized that I had drank more in the past twenty-four hours than I usually do in a week. It must be my nerves, I told myself.
"Want to play?"
"Depends on what you want to play," Ginger said with the same cool tone of voice she had used in her bedroom the night before, cool but with that underlying current of passion.
"Pool," I said and broke the triangle of balls on the green surface of the table. They made a very satisfying series of clicks and I managed to sink one. As I lined up the next shot, I noticed that Ginger was not going to play pool. But it was obvious that she did want to play and I knew damned well what it was. Still I managed to hide my interest by playing pool, running four straight before scratching.
"Had enough of that?" she said. "Now why don't we spend some time up in my room? Or would you rather I blow you right here?"
I laid the stick across the table and went over to the door and made sure that it was locked and then went back to the couch where Ginger had planted herself.
"Why not here?" I said and sat down next to her. She smiled at me and put her drink down on the floor. Then she was on me like a mad girl, whipping down my fly and pulling out my still limp cock before I had a chance to put my own drink away. I moaned softly as her cool lips parted and encircled the head of my cock and groaned when her hot, wet tongue leashed out and began a rapid tattoo on that sensitive knob. I felt myself swell in the heat of her mouth and I wanted to see how her lips stretched around my rod. I had some difficulty, too, in that awkward sitting position. So I eased myself back and gently forced her around my knees and down to the floor between my legs. She never lost a beat with her tongue nor missed a stroke with her hard-working lips. I sipped my scotch and fucked my gorgeous step-sister in the hot cavity of her head. Or rather she fucked me, as it was her head that was moving like a crazy triphammer over my cock. I looked at my watch and then back to her face and felt my groin grow tense as her hps stretched around the hard shaft of my pole. And I wondered, too, at her endurance. She had been sucking me steadily for five minutes and showed no sign of tiring.
I swallowed the last of my drink and put the glass on the arm' of the sofa. Ginger was rapidly driving me up the wall with her mouth and fingers. It seemed as though she covered every erotic nerve ending around my genitals with tongue, lips, teeth and pain-pleasure-filled fingernails. Almost without thinking, my hands roamed down and unbuttoned her blouse and sought out the firm fleshy globes of her tits. I kneaded them, pinching the nipples into hard little points which sent quivers running up and down her body.
When I finally erupted into the back of her throat I was covered with sweat and my crotch was soaked with her juicy saliva, that sweet lubricant she had used to bring me off in her mouth. I held her tits tightly and when the last of my come was sucked down her throat I let go only to have her hands quickly force my hands back to her breasts. She let my cock grow limp in the wet confines of her mouth before finally releasing it and standing up, and standing not too steadily.
She smiled down at me and licked her lips before walking back to the bar where she applied new lipstick and fixed another drink. When she returned to the sofa and me she had a dry towel with her which she used to wipe up my damp cock and balls and upper thighs. I let her have her way then, although I would have preferred to have done it myself.
"I love to suck cock," she said absently.
I stood up then and grinned. There didn't seem to be much to add to that comment. The question that I wanted to ask, like how she knew so damned much about making love, wouldn't come out. I just grinned at her and fixed my trousers, thinking somewhat guiltily that less than thirty minutes before the conclusion of this wonderful blowjob, I had been burying my father and her mother.
"I guess we better go along to the library," I said finally, but only after fixing myself another drink.
"It's early, Kevin. Show me how to shoot pool.
I stepped over to the table and picked up the stick, chalking it lightly while she came up beside me. I was intensely aware of her perfume for the first time as she nestled close to me. It disturbed my concentration, but I managed to show her how to hold the stick and aim. When she tried, she made a ball in the corner and was so very tickled that I thought she thought she had won the game. We played for a little while, but there wasn't much conversation involved. I let her win before mentioning that it was time for us to appear in the library.
Estelle may or may not have been listening to us in the billiard room, but she was there outside the door, looking for all the world as though she had just been passing by. I knew, of course, that had had heard the lock being unlatched and I knew that she must have suspected something more between Ginger and me than just a quiet game of pool.
"I was looking for you two," she said, not even slightly giving away whatever suspicions she had. "It's time to see what the hell dear old father has done to our inheritance."
"We were just going up," I said, trying my damnedest to play it as cool as Estelle had. Ginger said nothing.
I left the billiard-room door wide open so that if Estelle looked in she could see the few remaining balls on the table, the glasses and the still smoldering butts of our cigarettes. I don't think that I convinced her of anything at all, but since she didn't say anything I decided to let it go and followed the girls down the hall and up the stairs to the library.
Myer was sitting behind the desk with a mass of papers in front of him. "Close the door, Kevin, and take seats, all of you, please."
When we were settled, he coughed and began to recite all the items in the will, starting with bequests to the servants, friends, employees at various Parker offices and some people I never heard of. They were substantial endowments, I thought, but I knew that it was nowhere near a half of the Parker estate.
"There are a lot more of these kinds of bequests," Myer said after fifteen minutes. "I don't suppose that you want to hear all of them, but I'll have copies of this available for each of you." He paused and lit a cigar. "First, I want to tell you three that you are now all very wealthy young people, very wealthy indeed. But you two, Kevin and Ginger, are not legally old enough yet for full control. Estelle, of course you are of age and your inheritance is yours to do with what you like. There is no control over that.
"Well, to the details. Estelle, you have been left the estate and a trust for its maintenance, an annual income of two hundred thousand dollars a year and a lump settlement of four million when you reach the age of thirty-five."
Myer relit his cigar and then rose from the desk, almost painfully, I thought, although I didn't know why. "Kevin and Ginger, you have been left, jointly, the remainder of the estate."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"It means, young man, that you and your step-sister are now the sole heirs of the Parker estate, and I mean everything that has not been turned over to your sister Estelle.
"As for money, I couldn't hazard a guess it how much you are actually worth right now, but it would be very safe to say it's somewhere in the neighborhood of a few billions of dollars. Not, of course, that you could liquidate it very quickly, but the flow of money to your accounts is more than you'll ever be able to spend. In fact, from some of your late father's oil holding companies alone, I venture to say that you're making about twenty-thousand dollars a day, every day. And then there are the mining interests, heavy machinery, manufacturing, eight banks, an insurance company and quite a variety of somewhat smaller enterprises."
I heard what he had said, but somehow it didn't seem to penetrate. I knew all my life that I was rich, but this was beyond comprehension. I knew then that I would have to spend at least the remaining years until I reached twenty-one just learning the names of what I had just been told I owned.
"You mean everything goes to them?" Estelle was on her feet, her eyes blazing with fury. "I'm the oldest. How is it that they get the holdings and I just get a lump of money?"
"Estelle, I'm sorry," Myer said. "I know how devoted you were to your father, but the will is quite specific. I hadn't wanted to read that 'editorial' part your father put in, but he specifically excludes you from any control of any of his companies. Still, you are a very wealthy young woman and with proper management of that large income, and that's after taxes, I might add, you will undoubtedly become one of the richest young women in the country."
"He promised. He promised me control." Estelle was crying and screaming. I had never seen her like this before. She seemed insane to me at that moment and I wasn't sure just what was bothering her. "He promised," she shouted and ran out of the library, slamming the door behind her.
Myer said nothing, not even bothering to cough. He just looked out the window over the Parker grounds and I thought that I saw his shoulders sag.
"Your father was a very strange man, Kevin," the attorney said, stepping back to the desk and sitting down. "I was, naturally, with him when he made out this will. I may as well tell you that I had not given my full agreement to his desires. In fact, having known both you and your sister for such a long time, I knew that Estelle would have been a most capable administrator of the fortune that your father built. Not that you will not be in time, but Estelle has devoted a large part of her education to learning about the Parker holdings. I believe she's as knowledgeable of those vast holdings as anyone in or out of the Parker organization."
I sat and listened as Myer cleared his throat a few times and continued to read the specifics of the will. The final clauses covered what would happen to Ginger and me until we reached majority. Myer and the directors of all eight banks would act as trustees for us. And then, should something happen to Ginger or myself, Estelle would get that share, and she would get all of it, should something happen to both of us before we married.
It sounded all very complicated, and it was. By the time Myer reached the end of his reading I was exhausted and confused, but my thoughts were running more to my missing sister than they were to the wealth I had just come into. I couldn't understand what had upset her so much. She was certainly not left without a dime.
The reading of the will done, I excused myself to Ginger and Myer, claiming that I had a headache, and went to my room. After showering and changing, I went looking for Estelle. She wasn't in her room and she wasn't anywhere around the house.
Down in the dining room, Ginger and Myer and a crowd of other people were sedately drinking and munching on the buffet that had been laid out. Quiet voices, forced smiles, expressions of condolence. Phony and ludicrous, I thought as I passed through the people to get to the buffet. I was starved and I guess I blew their minds when I heaped up my platter with rare roast beef and a half dozen oysters on the half shell. I found Ginger in a corner, alone then, as Myer had gone off with one of the bankers for a private talk.
"Hello, rich kid," I said, sitting next to her. "Aren't you eating anything?"
"Not hungry like that," she said, smiling. "But I could stand a drink."
"Me, too," I said and looked around to catch the eye of one of the maids who was passing drinks around. I took two martinis from her tray and gave her a smile which made her blush. And that was the first inkling I had of what kind of power money has. A week before the girl would hardly have noticed me, and now . . . Hell, I thought, if I had asked her to strip right there in front of everyone she probably would have been naked before I could put my glass down.
Ginger sipped her drink and made a funny face. "I never tasted martinis before," she said. "But it's not bad. I want to get very drunk."
"Better cool it," I said. "Our trustee is with us and he might not approve. And he does control our purses for a few years."
She laughed and drained her glass, reaching out to take another from the same maid who obviously knew who we were. I just ate and sipped the martini slowly between bites of beef and oyster.
"Have you seen Estelle?"
Ginger shook her head. "But I heard Myer ask one of the servants and he said that she had gone for a drive. Do you think that she was very up set?"
It was my turn to laugh. "I think that my sister is easily upset about things like power. You know, it just occurred to me that it was not the money so much as the power that the Parker holdings represent. I think you and I were chosen by th J man for just that reason. I think that father feared what the power he had would become in the hands of my sister."
Ginger gave me a funny look. I waited for her to say something, but she just drank her martini. She took another from the same maid who who was standing discreetly by but ever watchful of our needs, and I wondered if Ginger was going to get as drunk as she had said she wanted to. By the time I finished my first martini she was finishing her third. I decided that she was going to get drunk and gave the maid a wink and motioned to her to be sure to take care of my stepsister. The girl nodded, understanding perfectly, I supposed, and moved a pace or two closer to Ginger's chair
"I'm going to mingle," I said, getting up. "If you don't feel too good, she'll take care of you," I added, nodding to the maid.
"I'll be all right as soon as these people leave " she said and she did[ sound all right. "Kevin," she said in a whisper, "come up to my room when they've left."
I nodded and walked away, not sure that I really wanted to go to her room when everyone had gone. I was still very much thinking about Estelle and her behavior at the reading. And I wondered, too, if what I had conjectured about power and her was, after all, not really true. She had displayed that kind of savagery before, and I was reminded of her treatment of Rose that long-ago summer.
The last of the mourners left around midnight and when I was ready to turn in I remembered Ginger's request to stop by. I wasn't really up to seeing her by then, but I stopped anyway, opening her door when she didn't respond to my knock. I was almost relieved to see that the maid had put her to bed and that she was sleeping very soundly. The day and the drinks and the realization of what had befallen me made me more tired than I had realized while I was talking, listening and trying to look intelligent among my late father's old cronies. I closed Ginger's door and went to my room.
Whether Myer had spoken to everyone about Estelle or not, I never knew, but during the entire evening no one mentioned her name. It was almost as though everyone but I had been told about the change in the Parker management. She was suddenly an outsider to them, and I could feel the obsequiousness all around me during the evening because it was suddenly me who held most of their fortunes. By the time I finally crawled into bed I was almost beginning to believe it myself.
But there was no sleep. I turned out the light and turned it on again. I read and I threw the book away, and I turned on the television and switched it off. Finally I took a couple of aspirin for the headache that finally developed and tried to sleep. And I guess that I actually dozed off for a little while and would have enjoyed a good night's rest. But I was up about one-thirty, head pounding and cock screaming with the hot excitement of my sister's mouth.
The light was on and the radio was playing softly, but the music didn't blot out the sweet slurping sounds of Estelle's mouth as it worked up and down, tongue lashing, lips squeezing, teeth grazing and fingers playing over my scrotum and my cock. I moaned because I was genuinely fatigued, but the cock-mind held me rigid for he warm, wet mouth and I couldn't protest at all. cleared the almost sleep from my eyes and looked down at her beautiful blonde head, watched her thralled as it bobbed up and down over my throbbing manhood, shooting ever increasing spasms of electric fire racing through my body. She never lifted her eyes to look at me, and I knew that she knew I was looking at her, watching her intently, avidly, hypnotized by the sight and the feeling of this beautiful woman sucking my penis and knowing that she wanted to suck it until I shot every last drop of my sperm deep into the dark hot cavern of her mouth.
When I ejaculated at last, she finally lifted her head, so quickly, it fact, that I was still coming when her lips cleared the head of my cock and some of my semen still pumped out of the red eye of my dong. Estelle laughed as she looked at me and then reached out her hand and milked the last drops of come from my cock, letting its juicy flow trickle between her fingers. Very deliberately and seemingly mockingly she lifted her hand to her full red hps and licked my come from her fingers.
I wasn't sure then whether to be intrigued or sick at her action, but I was still throbbing with a post-orgasm hard, my heart beating wildly and my head spinning with the dizzying excitement of her blowjob.
"Wasn't that better than Ginger?"
Obviously she had heard us in the billiard room, I thought, but I wasn't going to admit anything. But was it better than our step-sister's tantalizing mouth? I was too tired and too mentally confused to have given myself any kind of realistic answer. After all, when you're not near the cocksucker you love then you love the cocksucker vou're near. I tried to smile and then felt very giddy and burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
Her tone made me sober for a moment, but only a moment. I smiled again and shook my head. Whatever it was that made me laugh couldn't be explained in words of two or fewer syllables at two in the morning to a horny sister. "Get up here," I said, still chuckling, "and settle your saddle down over my mouth. I want to eat your cunt. Come here, darling sister." I laughed again as I used her own 'darling' word on her. But she didn't protest and I knew then that she had been smoking her special brand of joints. Her eyes were glassy in a most erotic way and I desired her and that desire made her want what I was going to do to her.
She climbed up over my body slowly, her firm thighs rubbing each inch of my flesh with their soft heat. I reached down and cupped her breasts, squeezing them until the nipples throbbed woth firmness and she moaned with delight each tittie my fingers flicked them, scratched at them or pinched them tightly. She was seemingly suspended over my body for a long time, glorying in the pleasure-pain of my manipulations of her nipples, but she relented at last and climbed the remaining inches over my chest and opened her crotch wide for me, her thighs spread over my shoulders and my arms under her. She wriggled down and I sniffed the perfume of her love pouch, felt the slight tickle of her pubic hair as it brushed over my lips and then the pungent, exciting taste of her already damp slit. I stabbed my tongue into her hot purse, lashing up and down and burrowing deep into her hole before withdrawing and riding the edges of her pubes delicately, teasingly, until I touched the nub of her joy. Then I crushed her ample buttocks between my fingers, pulling her cunt down full on my mouth. Lips circled over the hot core of her excitement, I whipped out my tongue and danced madly over the sweet screaming nerves of her clitoris. My teeth made contact with the sides of her pink cunt-flesh as her weight bore down on me and my lips were spread wide. It was as though she wanted me to devour her, suck out her insides, chew them apart and crawl headfirst into her feminine warmth. Instead, I worked my hands under her ass and between her thighs, using them as leverage to force her slightly back from my gasping, hungry mouth. It provided me with more room in which to work the sensitive folds of her cunt and when her cries filled the room over the sound of the radio I knew that I was giving her the same kind of oral pleasure that she had given me minutes before.
Her final moan was accompanied by a driving thrust down onto my face, but my hands were there to protect me from being suffocated. I eased her curvaceous body back from my head and let her collapse, let her dripping pussy rest on my chest. She continued to rotate her hips, pressing her cunt down on the hair of my chest, until the last spasms of her orgasm ebbed from her hot, now sweaty body. Slowly then she slid down my torso, contact between our bodies total but lubricated by our love-smoldered perspiration. As her great boobs passed over my face I reached up and took them, crushing their erotic weight between my fingers and guiding one nipple into my mouth to suck until I thought I was going to draw blood before switching to the other side and worrying that one into even more intense sensitivity.
When I let her go and she slid down to a comfortable position astride me I felt my head clear slightly and felt my cock slowly rise to meet the steamy crevice between her thighs. It took only a gently forceful push to get her to slip the remaining inches down to my cock and only a few hip-humping movements to bury the end of that throbbing member in the hot, wet folds of her pussy. As soon as she felt my knob knocking at her door, she rolled her hips down and impaled herself completely on my fleshy staff, moaning and wiping her face and lips over and over my chest. I eased into a comfortable position and let her ass vibrate with all the excitement I needed to keep hard and thrilled.
She passed that moment where her first orgasm was still active and then the valley of her erotic curve rose to another peak. She lifted her upper torso from mine, her arms extended down on either side of my shoulders to give her the necessary leverage to really slam her cunt down over my cock. She worked like a dervish, her pelvis stroking down over my cock until I could feel the plump of her underthighs gently crushing against my balls. I spread my own legs wider to let my tender sack into the protection of my crotch, but it only served to make Estelle more energetic in her movements. She arched her back and threw her head back in some wild moment of ecstasy that made her look to the ceiling of my room but I could tell that she was not looking or seeing anything; she was just feeling and thinking and knowing and learning all there was to know about me through the rigid end of my libido.
I never looked at the clock when she finisjed and I had come deep in her hot cunt. I was dazed and fatigued, emotionally and physically, almost beyond thinking very clearly, but I was suddenly not tired, not sleepy though my body ached with the desire to fall into a deep and dreamless sleep. All I could do was look and wonder and marvel at her endurance. She stayed astride me for many minutes after our mutual orgasms, my second and god-only-knows how many for her, before rolling over to the side of me and dripping my own come from between her legs.
With any other woman it would have been a moment or more of gentleness, of cuddling close to my body and letting the last of her emotional tilt seep slowly away. But not Estelle. She stretched out beside me, but I noticed that her eyes were still wide open, not as glassy as they had been before, but still not really quite right. I put my arm around her head, but she pushed it away.
"Don't get so fucking sentimental," she said, getting up from the bed. "How about some smoke? I got some really great stuff here. Want to try?"
I shook my head. "Not particularly. But I'll get a drink. Want one?"
"Hell no. That fucking booze does shit for your sex life. Keep that up, little brother, and you won't be a damned bit of good for anyone."
"I don't like your cigarettes," I said, getting up from the bed myself and walking away from Estelle to the cabinet where I kept my booze. I fixed a drink and got a regular cigarette, one with a label on it and from a package with an official stamp.
Estelle laughed and lit up a stick from her little stash in the pocket of her robe. I was suddenly numb with the day's activities. It seemed to me that all I had done since I arrived at the ancestral home was fuck, and suck and be sucked and get drunk. All of a moment it seemed to be hitting me very hard, yet I wasn't all that tired, rather all that sleepy. I sipped my drink and felt the stirrings of a second wind, but I tried to let it escape. I knew that I had to sleep and that what I was feeling was fust a psychological thing, bound to pass very quickly and leave me feeling lousier than I had ever felt in my life.
"Aren't you coming back to bed?"
I guess that I must have been looking off into the dim space of my room. I hardly heard Estelle's voice, and when I did it still seemed far away, but whether that was from my own fatigue or from the effects of what she was smoking I couldn't tell.
I nodded to her and walked back across the room, glass in one had, butt in the other. She had already jumped back onto my bed, spread-legged and inviting, although she knew damned well that I wasn't able to do a fucking thing for her quite literally.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I sipped the straight scotch, letting it burn some of the cigarette cobwebs from my throat, but actually trying to see if it would wake me. I wasn't really ready for straight scotch at that time in my life, but I managed to keep if all down and after the first few pulls on the glass I found that it didn't burn any more.
She rolled over and I could feel her warm breath against my hips. I wasn't surprised then when her wet mouth pressed against one of the twitchy nerves there, but I made the necessary reflexes and heard her raunchy laugh. When I turned to look down at her, she blew some of her opiated smoke into my face and then buried her face over my crotch, taking the much-used cock into the heat of her head and sucking madly for a few minutes before letting go and taking a final drag on her joint. I was still limp even though I had felt the tantalizing suction of her mouth and felt her fingers play with my balls. And I didn't give a damn. Turning away from her again, I finished off the last of the scotch and plopped down full length on the bed next to her.
"Come on, Kevin," she cooed in my ear, flicking a dagger of hot wet tongue into it at the same time. "I want to fuck some more, darling, and I'm not going to let you sleep until you get it up again."
"Can't," I said, shaking my head and still shaking it even as I felt her mouth slide down my body, over the nipples and hair of my chest and down my belly until her hot cavity once more engulfed my limp stem. "No use," I protested and decided to hell with it and let her have her way. She sucked and licked, her tongue doing a wild dance over the numb end of my manhood and all the time I was thinking of how great it was to have a beautiful sister to suck me off into dreamland, but that was all she was doing, sucking me and tickling me into a slumber. There was no more erotic feeling left in my body, I thought.
"Get hard, you bastard," she said, lifting her head and squeezing the shaft of my cock so hard that I woke from the near sleep I was in. "Get hard, or so help me, I'll bite your cock off."
"You're crazy," I mumbled and closed my eyes one more time only to feel the sudden sharp edges of her teeth as they closed around the head of my cock. Without thinking I slapped out and caught her by the side of the head, knocking her mouth away from my dong. "Are you trying to kill me?" I was very awake then and sitting up, looking at my prick to see if she had done any kind of damage. Fortunately, and I mean fortunately for her, she had not drawn blood, but I could see the imprint of her teeth just under the head of my penis.
"I had to wake you," she said, her voice slow and muddled by the pot she had been using for god knows how long that day since she had ran from the library.
I pulled out from under her voluptuous weight and went back to the cabinet for another drink. I took it quickly and held my breath, waiting for the sting in my cock, to subside, and I didn't let it go until I felt only a relieving numbness return. "You're bats," I said and poured another drink, sipping that one very slowly as I made my way back to the bed.
"I'm sorry," she said, sitting up in the middle of the rumpled sheets. "But I had to wake you up, my darling brother."
"For crissakes, don't you ever get enough?"
"Not from you. We've got a lot to make up," she said, twisting her ass down onto the mattress and throwing her chest back to make her boobs stand out even more deliciously than they did anyway.
I took another swig from the glass of scotch and felt it burn down my throat, not nearly as satisfyingly as it had been before. Then I stretched out on the bed again, but I kept my eyes open, warily watching Estelle as she sat still in the middle of the bed. "Why don't you go back to your own room? I've had it, and I don't think I'll ever be able to get it up until I get some sleep."
"Got just the thing here," she said, slipping off the bed and picking up her robe. Seems that she didn't come unprepared. Before I could protest,. she was off the the head and returning with a glass of water. Then she shoved the pills at me.
"What're these?"
"Something to make the sleepy go away for a little while," she said, still offering the pills to me. "Come on, Kevin. Take these and you'll feel wonderful. I promise that they won't hurt you."
"But what are they?" I was already half asleep, but I knew that she would never let me alone until I shoved the blocks to her again.
"Just something to keep you awake, darling," she cooed, and I should have known that I was in trouble by the sound of her voice.
I reached out and took them with one hand, the water with the other. I was surrendering, I told myself, and that was something that I should not have done then or ever, but I told myself I was tired and couldn't think straight.
I suppose that I expected an instant reaction, but none came. So I dropped my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes. Strange, I thought, Estelle was just humming softly in tune with the radio which had not been turned off. But I was glad that she wasn't trying to bother me into another erection. Her humming didn't bother me at all; in fact, it was almost soothing as I felt my body relax and the easy looseness of rest come over me. If she had given me something to keep me awake, I thought, she had done the wrong thing. I was dreaming already and my body floated away from Parker's palace, Estelle and Ginger and money. I didn't care at all any more.
Up, up and away on the euphoric wings of sleep and the body rest that I so desperately needed then and I felt it all with glowing colors soft and pastel and counterpointed with warm blacks and nothingness.
Only it wasn't really that way. I woke totally refreshed in what seemed like hours later, but it was not hours, it was fust ten or fifteen minutes, remember suddenly opening my eyes wide and yet I couldn't see too clearly but even that seemed to be normal. Some inner reflex made me look at the clock and I could hardly believe that it had only been ten minutes or so since I closed my eyes and for a moment I thought that it was another day, and I would have believed it if she had said it was. But somewhere deep down knew that it was not. Unless, I told myself that dizzying night, she had come back to my room and put herself in exactly the same place as she had been when I had seen her last, dressed the same way and looking as horny as she had then But it was really only ten or so minutes later. Yet it could have been a couple of days or years later and whenever it was it didn't really matter one damned bit for I was refreshed and wide awake and seeing nothing before me, not even the clock after a few seconds, except Estelle, naked, desirable, passionately waiting for the hard thrust of my cock into the hot, wet center of her sex.
She saw my eyes open and she moved at me, her body warm, sinuous, a coiling mass of heated flesh that was eager to engulf my rigid manhood into the depths of her steamy core. I felt removed and yet every nerve in my body tingled with the anticipation of her touch, the breathless moment when her flesh would join with mine and we, brother and sister, would experience something far beyond what we had played with before.
She smiled that crazy smile and wiped her big tits over the ragged nerve-endings of my thighs and then across the throbbing head of my cock. My arms felt weightless as I reached down and took her warm globes of flesh between my fingers, pinching the nipples into stiffness and gently pulling her body down until her parted, wet lips were just a fraction of an inch above the pulsating red knob of my manhood. She closed the distance and I felt a shudder of relief and thrill at the same time as her tongue flicked out and grazed the crazy underpart of my cock head. I thrust my hips forward to try to sink my prick between her hps, but she managed to move back just far enough to avoid the penetration, while her tongue continued its maddening staccato on the end of my dong.
I released her boobs and put my hands behind her head, pulling her face down roughly, but she resisted me, and I was too light-headed and feather-armed to force her. It seemed as though all the strength of my arms had evaporated and even my fingers felt like over-cooked pasta. But I need not have complained for her tongue never stopped its wild flicking over and under the head of my cock. The pleasure jolts were driving me mad, yet I was incapable of making her bring the full circle of her mouth around my cock, too weak in every muscle except that throbbing staff of flesh to make her do what I wanted to have done.
Suddenly she stopped and twirled her sleek hips around and over my head. Actually it didn't happen all that quickly, but it seemed that it had. From the one maddening moment, where she was straddled over my legs and her tongue whipped the head of my prick so delicately, to the next, where her cunt was pressing down over my mouth, was like the clicking change in a sideshow. But the thoughts seemed to make it much longer even though I knew that it could not have been more than that tantalizing instant wherein she twisted her body around until my cock was her tonguetip and her earth-smelling pussy crushing down over my hips.
As I spread her pubes wider to make the delicate pink flesh of her cunt more accessible to my mouth, she opened her own mouth wide and took the entire length of my manhood into that moist inferno. I gasped with delight as her lips clamped around the shaft and moaned through her fleshy core when her tongue whipped the knob of my cock violently and recklessly.
I shafted my stiff tongue into her honeypot and licked her sweet moisture like a madman. I was driven by the earthy scent of her box and felt my senses ebb away with each thrust of my tongue into her hot, tight, cunt hole and then come crashing back again as her mouth worked its own magic on the head of my cock.
We ate and sucked each other for what seemed hours-and it was, at least in that time-collapse syndrome of the pills she had given me. Yet I could not think of the morning coming or what had happened only a few minutes before because that was all history and I was living that night with Estelle in the most complete capsule of erotic warmth that I had ever experienced. For us there was no tomorrow, had been no yesterday and the only future was the swelling knob of flesh she held in her mouth and the palpitating little nub of her clit that I held between my teeth as my tongue worked it furiously and her love juices slurped down my chin and into my mouth.
When our emotions peaked and we came together it was like a great red cloud being lifted from me. Or was it only that she had extricated her ass from over my face and had finally let go of my still rigid cock?
We were covered with sweat and the sheets were warmly damp where I had been lying on my back, but strangely cool where our bodies had not been. I was still in a kind of trance, I guess from the pills, but I was certainly not tired, and what amazed me most of all was the fact that my cock, having just erupted into Estelle's mouth, was still not growing limp and I could feel desire pulsating away there even though I knew that I had been more than satisfied with her mouth.
Estelle knew what to expect and when I turned to her, she looked down at my still hard cock and laughed, but she must have been glad that it was like that. She mouthed words to that effect, but I couldn't understand her or I couldn't hear her. But she leaned over and wrapped her cool long fingers around the hot pole and stroked it slowly, letting me see that with each squeezing pull upward she could get a drop of my semen still from the orgasm that she had just tasted in her mouth. I felt the familiar pleasure sensations with each stroke, but it was different somehow, almost as if I had been satisfied mentally myself and now I was simply watching my sister jack off somebody else's rigid cock. Naturally I knew it was my cock, but then I had that strange feeling that I wasn't really there at all even though I could feel what she was doing to me.
I took her gentle strokes for as long as I could before I pulled her around next to me, rolled her over onto her back and opened her long legs wide, pushing her firm full thighs back until they touched her breasts and then I shoved my rigid meat into her welcoming hole. She broke my grip on her legs and wrapped them around my back, beating her heels down on the sweaty flesh of my buttocks. I slammed in and out of her honeypot, feeling its delicious warmth through my entire body and yet listening like some stranger in another room to the squishing sounds my cock-plunger made in her cunt.
She lowered her legs until just the calves were resting on the backs of my own legs and then she pulled my face down to press against her full bosom. My tongue flicked out and took one rigid nipple teasingly. I wanted to flick that nipple in the same way that she had played with the head of my cock with her tongue, and when I heard her squeal and finally push my head over to the other nipple I knew that I had succeeded. And all the while my hips pumped in and out of her steamy core, mv strokes matched by her twitching ass as it rose from the mattress to meet my onslaught. She crushed me suddenly between her thighs and held my movements frozen for an endless moment while she milked my cock with her orgasm-flowing vagina. What little movements I was finally able to make brought me off, too, and I filled her cunt with another flow from my seemingly bottomless supply.
Estelle held me tightly in her arms as we both relaxed in the quiet aftermath of our love battle. Once again I dropped my head on her marshmallowy tits, but I was too strung out to lick their softening nipples.
She surprised me then, although now it seems very vague, but she gently placed her hands over my head and lowered her mouth almost to my ear. I knew she said what she was saying. I remembered it the next morning and I heard her repeat on the following days.
"Let me have control of the companies, Kevin," she whispered. "You know that I know more about them than you'll ever learn. It wouldn't take much. And you'd be free to do whatever you want to, forever, and there would never be any worry about money or all the nonsense that it takes to handle the companies and the other holdings."
It seemed weird that morning, and I couldn't really say what I answered. Her words penetrated, but the meaning didn't and then it didn't matter all that much. I guess I fell asleep on her. She was gone when I woke up at nearly noon.
Whatever it was that Estelle had given me the night before, bennies, I suspected, gave me a helluva hangover. My mouth was cottony and my legs felt like I had just run for the last twenty-four hours. And in one sense that was exactly what I felt like I had been doing, running ever since I had arrived at my childhood home, Parker's palace. Or would it be Estelle's palace from now on?
After breakfast and a few drinks, I felt better. Not much better, but better. I suppose that I felt better, too, because I managed to avoid everyone, the bankers and Myer and Ginger and Estelle and the others who had stayed the night in the many guest rooms. T felt a great desire to be left alone for a few hours, even a few days or weeks, and I remembered my sailboat.
The cook fixed me a cold lunch and a six-pack of beer which I nearly finished before she finished making the lunch. But there was more and I packed the whole thing down to the boat house, still without seeing anyone roaming the grounds except the caretakers.
I guess that I was perhaps fifty or sixty yards from shore when I heard my name called, but I didn't turn around. I had to be alone, and the open sea was just the place.
CHAPTER SIX
Funny things get into my mind when I'm sailing alone. I find myself no longer caring about anything what-so-ever and that afternoon was no different. In the course of doing all that had to be done to keep the boat going, I let myself forget all that had happened over the past week, including, especially I think, all the things that had resurrected between Estelle and myself. Yet I found that it was only with some concentration that I could recall Ginger and her lovely mouth and her wildly passionate way with me between her legs. She seemed as distant as the shore that had fallen rapidly away from me the previous afternoon.
I hadn't intended it, but then when it came I no longer cared about being back. I sailed out farther than I should have and let the evening calm luff my sails. It was a good time to just fuck everything and be by myself. And that's what I did. I drank a few beers, being careful to keep a few for later when I knew that I would need them. But for the time I was just happy to be drifting aimlessly in mid-channel with no wind and no inclination at all to fire up the inboard engine. I decided that I could drop sail and put an anchor over and sleep. It was the best sleep that I had had since I returned to the Parker estate. Not that it lasted that long. It didn't. A few hours, but even that short time was enough to make me refreshed and ready to face my sister, and, ultimately, Myer and his contingent of lawyers and bankers.
Sometime around two in the morning, I fired up the engine and powered back to the boathouse. tying up in the still darkness and wondering if my day-long absence had put too many people to much strain.
Ginger was waiting for me when I came into my room. She was sitting on the edge of my bed, fully dressed and wearing a very worried expression. I shrugged and thought that she was probably upset by my not coming to her room the might before, but then I remembered that she had been pretty well out of it and felt a sense of relief I had almost had a twinge of guilt about the night with Estelle and the presence of Ginger in my room made it hit me right in the gut, not, as it should have, in the gonads.
"I'm glad you're back," she said, her expression changing slightly to something more cheerful. "I was worried about you."
"Been sailing. Forgot the time and then I ran out of wind," I replied, kicking off my deck shoes and peeling out of my tee-shirt and slacks. And that struck me as being very funny, stripping in front of my step-sister, I mean. It wasn't even forty-eight hours since I had first met her and we were ... what? Lovers? I cancelled that from my thinking. I hardly knew the girl, even though I knew her very well physically.
Ginger made no move to get out of my room, even when I had finally gotten down to my jockey shorts and hesitated to take them off in front of her. She smiled a little weakly and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke over her head almost in a gesture of distaste of the stuff, but classically enough to make it look very sophisticated, almost too much so.
"I was worried about you until I saw you leaving in your boat. Didn't you hear me call?"
"When?" I knew what she was talking about, but I figured that playing dumb was the best out.
"You were already going, but I thought that you'd hear me."
"I would have answered," I lied.
"I heard something this morning while you were still sleeping," she said, rising for the first time since I had entered the room. "Something terrible is going to happen," she added and stood a few feet in front of me as I waited in my shorts.
"Your sister wants to kill you," she said. I had already turned away from Ginger when she said it, on my way for a towel for my shower. I heard the words all right, but they sounded dumb, almost as dumb as Estelle's had the night before when she asked me to relinquish control of the various companies.
"Are you nuts?" I managed to say, still turned to her and not immediately able to tell what kind of expression of terror she was wearing. And I meant it, too. I thought that two a.m. ideas of fratricide just a bit hard to take. I grabbed the reluctant towel from the stack in the linen closet and turned back to face her.
She was trembling and for an instant I was almost certain that what she was talking about might have been right, but then I remembered how she had gotten so stoned the night before and smiled reassuringly at her.
"Forget it, Ginger," I said, walking over to her and putting my arms over her shoulders. "There's nothing to worry about. My sister is almost like a mother to me. If anything, she is probably more elated about my getting the responsibilities of the family business than she lets on. I think that she overreacted yesterday, probably a land of protective thing because she knows that I couldn't possibly handle the business without her. And neither could you. We need her and she wants to help us. I'd bet on it."
Ginger shook her head and began sobbing. I could feel her start to tremble all over again, but her sobs simply racked her body. There was no sound from her lips. I held her for another long moment, pressing her ample charms close to my near naked body and felt that familiar surge of passion tighten my stomach muscles. But I resisted the temptation as I led her back to my bed and sat her down.
"Relax," I said and went over to the cabinet for a shot of brandy. She took the drink hesitantly but managed a smile when I patted her on the top of the head and went into the bathroom for my shower.
I was glad for the hot spray of water and let it beat out some of the fatigue of the day and night before, soaping luxuriously and rinsing slowly, allowing my aching frame to soak up the warmth of the water and letting myself relax. Sensuous perhaps,but then I always preferred a hot shower to a cold one. I felt that I would be able to sleep a lot better. I always had before.
Ginger was almost out of my mind by the time I came out of the bathroom, and she should have been, for I didn't see her when I first came out. I was already beginning to relax and there she was, scrunched down under the sheets of my bed. Even though only her nose and eyes were visible I knew she was naked underneath the sheet. The contours of her body were not denied under that flimsy fabric, although it was obvious that she had tried to make herself very small in my bed. Her eyes were closed, but she wasn't sleeping any more than I was. And I knew that I would let her go then, even though I was pretty beat.
I went over and fixed myself a drink which I took back to my bedside table and sipped slowly before pulling the cover back to expose my stepsister's lush body. Even though I had been there before I still had to admire its lush contours, the high rise of her full tits and the warm black triangle at the apex of her long legs. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me.
"Lock the door, Kevin," she whispered. "Please lock the door."
I nodded and did what she wanted, walking back to the bed slowly in order to better admire her body, which she had not bothered to cover after I had revealed it. But she did close her eyes again, perhaps because she knew that I was devouring every square inch of her warm flesh from her throat down her sleek torso over and under her full breasts and finally into the thick black thatch of her pubic hair.
That she was delicious looking was apparent; that I was almost too tired to do something about it was also obvious. Even though my mind raced along libidinous lines, my cock hung limply between my legs. Yet my mind was awake, and if my dong wasn't ready I knew that Ginger was more than ready and, remembering what she had done for me after the funeral, I knew that I would do something for her itching crotch.
I ignored my drink as I crawled between her legs, parting them gently and then pushing her firm soft thighs back until they were almost pressed against the sheet. She never resisted for a moment and I knew that she was helping me when I had her opened as wide as I could, her pink flesh cunt already damp in expectation. I was still not hard, but I was feeling horny as hell and at the same time sort of removed from what I was about to do. I felt that I had all the time in the world to eat her cunt, but before I did that I kissed her soft fleshed thighs, the backs of her knees and her tight flat belly. Then I took her toes into my mouth, sucking them as she might have sucked my cock, as, indeed, she had sucked my prick. I held her toes locked in the soft vise of my hps, never once letting that tender and ticklish flesh come in contact with my teeth. My saliva rinsed her toes and I felt myself stirring even before I wrapped my hot tongue around the slim appendages of her foot. She squealed in delight and I sucked on until she forced my head away and guided me down between her hot thighs and into the heady dampness of her cunt. My tongue was sticking out to meet her clit even before I made contact with her hot crevice and I knew that what I was doing was so right for her. Her legs crushed around my head and her heels dug into my shoulder blades. I licked her twat and she responded like a madwoman, her moans soft but deep and coming from the very soul of her being.
She surprised me by coming as quickly as she did, thrusting her round ass high off the mattress and nearly breaking my neck and crying out aloud once. When she finally released my head from her erotic embrace I was wet with the taste of her, her juices having run down my chin. Yet I didn't care and I felt no discomfort even as her flow began to dry on my face. When I moved up to her side, she was already sitting up and waiting for me with my drink in her hand.
"Oh, god, you eat cunt like no other man has eaten me," she whispered.
I took my drink and was pleasantly surprised to find that the ice had not completely melted. Ginger said nothing more, letting her smile of satisfaction tell me all that she wanted me to know. As soon as she handed me my "drink, she slipped down to the foot of the bed and took my half-hard cock between her warm, wet lips and sucked me hard and then harder until I shot my load satisfyingly deep into the back of her throat. In a sense it was doubly satisfying, one to be sucked as expertly as she did and two to see her cheeks puff and her neck slide Up and down as she swallowed my come. And a third reason, too, perhaps, as I was enjoying my drink the whole time and the effort of lovemaking was all on her part.
When she finally released my cock from her hot mouth and collapsed on the mattress I got up and made her another drink. I was sure that she was exhausted by what we had just done with each other and I knew that in a very short time I would be climbing back between her thighs and humping her hot and hard for the remainder of the night. She had revitalized me.
"Drink up," I said, offering her another brandy. She nodded and took the drink, sipping it slowly for a minute and then putting it aside. "I meant what I said before," she said*
"What?"
"About something terrible," she said, looking at me again with that same expression of fear. "I heard Estelle and somebody in the garage this morning. I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I really didn't and I would have stopped the conversation but I became too scared to let myself be known. So I had to wait and I heard."
"What did they say? And what the hell were you doing in the garage?"
"I wanted to borrow a car, but when I didn't see anyone around, I just wandered in and then I heard her voice. She was saying something like 'it has to be done.' And then I heard some man telling her that he'd be willing if the price was right. Then she laughed, and told him that he would never have to worry about a dime ever again."
I gave Ginger a funny look. What she had heard just didn't sound all that menacing to me and I told her so, laughing at her and telling her that Estelle and the man, who was probably the chauffeur, were talking about some ridiculous thing.
"She wants to kill us," Ginger said.
"My god! Are you smoking some of her stuff? Come on, Ginger, you can't be serious." But when I looked at the girl's eyes I could see that she was serious and she was afraid. I tried to reassure her by taking her into my arms and slowly pressing her back onto the mattress. She was trembling as she had been before, but as our bodies warmed to each other's touch she became calmer and gradually opened, her thighs.
I slipped between her legs and hunched up to sink my rigid .cock in her hot, tight hole and as soon as I was imbedded in her cunt, she stopped trembling altogether and fell into the hip-twisting rhythm of fucking. My mouth closed over her nipple and she moaned softly and dug her nails into my back. She crushed me in the soft, scissoring embrace of her legs as I poled deeply into her wet box, each stroke as long and slow as I could make it. But my movements were too slow for Ginger and soon she was humping her ass off the mattress to meet and swallow my cock with the entire length of her hot vaginal walls. She flexed her butt cheeks tightly when my cock was up to the hilt in her cunt and I could feel myself trapped in that lovely prison. Then she was frantic, humping as fast as she could, bouncing up and down from the mattress until I felt my orgasm swell inside me and finally burst out in great spurts to fill her hot cavity.
I collapsed heavily on Ginger, letting her work her marvelous crotch on my cock until it shrank and slipped from her juicy embrace. Even then it was a few minutes before I managed to roll over on my side and close my eyes. I was too tired to bother thinking about what she had said about Estelle and the chauffeur, except for one reassuring kiss on Ginger s forehead and a comforting word for her not to worry about it.
She must have left shortly after I fell asleep. The side of my bed was cool and dry when I woke up, just the perfect opposite of the damp warmth that it had been while her passionate nudity was pressed there under my weight. I wasn't completely disappointed, however, even though I would have enjoyed sinking my hard-on of the morning back into her velvety purse or, better yet, into her sweet young mouth. Yes, that would have been much better, I thought as I lay in bed, for Ginger was one helluva great cocksucker.
I cold-showered my stiff dick back to a more comfortable state before getting dressed, and I laughed a little, thinking what a waste of muscle that act was when it could so enjoyably be used satisfying the hot twat of either my sister or my step-sister.
As soon as I stepped from my room, I ran into the cute little maid of the funeral reception who blushed furiously when I openly surveyed her curvaceous charms from her ankles to her flaring hips, quite a distance, I noted, as I always liked long legs, and then to her tightly fitted blouse which hid none of the full development of her boobs, another fine point. She managed a weak smile but no matter how she looked away she couldn't diminish the blush that ran from her cleavage right up to the roots of her hair. I smiled and gave her a hearty greeting.
"Good morning, sir," she answered. "I was just coming to wake you. Your sister, Miss Estelle, is waiting breakfast on the terrace."
"You should have come twenty minutes ago," I said, smiling and still devouring her lush body.
She gave me a puzzled look which made me laugh, but I didn't elaborate on what I meant. I don't think that I really had to because I was damned sure that she knew what I meant. I just thanked her and went down to meet Estelle, slowly recalling what Ginger had told me the night before and wondering if there was any truth in it. It was ridiculous, I told myself and sauntered out onto the terrace where Estelle was sipping coffee and smoking a joint.
"Good morning, dear sister," I said rather bombastically. "I missed you last night after I had gone to bed. Got someone else?"
It was a stupid thing to say, but it just came out. What the hell was I doing, I thought?
"Don't lock your door if you want me for company. Or is it you prefer our darling halfwit Ginger? Is she as good to you as I am?"
Well, I thought, that was that. Estelle knew as always what was going on, but somehow I wasn't quite up to playing my old role of younger brother and I surprised myself even more than Estelle when I sat down and answered her.
"She's too young to be that good, Estelle," I said, smiling and helping myself to a cup of strong black coffee. "But she's coming along very well."
"She should be better than that. You know, of course, that she was shacked up with father."
I heard her, but I didn't blanch and I didn't hesitate as I lifted the cup to my hps and drank. I wasn't sure what to say, but I knew that I wasn't going to get angry. It was the land of remark that she would make, true or not, just to make me lose my temper or my new-found confidence. I thought that I saw through the ploy and I wasn't about to play the patsy for Estelle, not then, even though the remark, true or not, bothered the hell out of me, and not ever again. I managed a smile.
"Don't act smug," Estelle said. "I know you've been balling her. But that's all right with me. I have nothing to worry about in that department. You'll always come back to sister Estelle for the complete thrill of sex, complete with all the delightfully erotic details that she doesn't know of and probably never will. And, besides, I have something special for us to enjoy in a very special way."
Estelle wasn't even looking at me directly when she spoke. Her eyes seemed to be simply open and directed at some infinity point just over my left shoulder. I had had no doubts that she knew about Ginger and me, and I still didn't give a damn now that she told me she knew. But there was a lot of truth in what she said, truth about all the depths of eroticism that she and I were capable of when together in that special kind of euphoria, our uninhibited delight in each other's bodies and moods that was heightened all the more by the knowledge of our guilty relationship.
"Something special?"
She laughed and finally directed her eyes into mine. "Yes, dear Kevin. Something very special. But I think you've met her. The maid who woke you. Delicious young thing, isn't she?"
"I've met her. But she didn't wake me. I met her in the hall. But wasn't she here for the reception?"
Again Estelle laughed that strange, pot-distanced laugh that bothered me. "But who do you think had her hired? And put in the special maid's room? And had her tested in such a varity of ways to see that she would be suitable? Darling Kevin, I did. And she is perfect." Again that laugh. "Would you like to hear about her?"
I knew then why the girl had paid such special attention to me at the reception and why she was there at my door that morning. It had all been Estelle's doing, and I felt a vague sense of apprehension when my sister brought her up. I thought of Rose and what she and I had done with her. That had been an eternity ago, a time when I was young and dumb, and Estelle had not become quite so hung up on pot and power. The coffee tasted bitter suddenly and I shook my head in answer to her question, but I knew she would go on until I left or someone interrupted us.
"Of course you want to hear about Alice," Estelle said, once more seeming to read my mind deeper than I could myself. I guess that I did want to hear about the girl, particularly if she said that I wanted to.
"Alice Cauz is her name," she continued. "I found her in one of the pregnant girls' homes we support so generously."
I gave Estelle a quick look of surprise. "Is she? Pregnant, I mean."
"No, idiot. She was only six weeks along when my contact called me. I had her taken care of, and she was so grateful that she just wanted to do anything for me. And I do mean anything."
I could imagine what Estelle meant and the girl fell somewhat in my esteem. Estelle, no doubt, had had her eating out of her hand and out of her cunt, too, of course. And I wondered what other indignities Estelle had put the girl to. Pot? No doubt of that either, and that was how she probably managed to suffer through my sister's little games. I remembered Rose.
"She's not very bright," Estelle continued. "But that makes her all the more appealing, I think. She's so interested in exploring all the byways of sensuality. I've been training her for several weeks, but I was not quite sure how I could really use her until the tragic accident. Then I knew you'd be back and I knew we could help her along the way. I've kept her away from men, you know, but I feel that she's just dying to take a thick cock like yours, and I mean take it wherever you want to put it. You know, I've got her trained to go to sleep with a dildo in her ass and one in her mouth. She actually comes five minutes after I've put her to bed."
"I don't want to hear any more," I said and rose from the table. "You're getting sick, I think, Estelle, but that's your problem. I'd just as soon stay away from it and you and this, this Alice Cauz."
"Don't be holy, Kevin," Estelle said, lighting up another joint. "You know you'll enjoy her with me."
I turned and started to walk away from her. I felt something stir, however, by what she had told me, but I felt deeply for Ginger, felt that I needed her then arid needed her for some time to come if I was ever able to get out from Estelle's influence. Alice was a pathetic victim of Estelle's and, remembering Rose, I didn't want her to be my pathetic victim.
"Wait, Kevin," Estelle's voice rang out sharply. "I've something for you to listen to." I stopped and turned back to the table. Estelle was pulling a small casette tape recorder from her big handbag. "Sit down, Kevin, or should I turn the volume up loud enough for the whole household to hear."
I sat down again and poured another cup of coffee. "Look, I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I'm not part of it. Do what you have to do and leave me alone."
Estelle laughed and switched on the machine.
". . . too scared to let myself be known. . . ." Estelle turned the machine off and rewound some more.
"That's not the part I like," Estelle said. "Here, I think this is it."
The machine hummed and squeaked and I made out some wet sounds and then moans, more squeaking and then ".. . God, Kevin, you eat cunt like no other man has eaten me."
I punched the stop button on the machine and gave her a dirty look. The bitch had bugged my room. There was no doubt that that was Ginger's voice, and as soon as I heard it the rest of the recording was too obvious. I didn't need to hear any more.
"Take it, darling," Estelle said. "I have the master hidden away."
"So you heard us making love."
"I heard you fucking and eating your step-sister," Estelle snapped. "Those weren't the sounds of love, my dear brother, just lust. And I'm sure that our fine old respectable Mr. Myer would agree."
She didn't have to spell out for me what she was doing. But somehow I felt that the blackmail would not really work on old Myer. Or would it? For the next couple of years, I realized, he'd be the authority over me to some extent and he could very well make it uncomfortable. Of course there was no danger in losing what was mine and Ginger's, but it would be uncomfortable. Estelle had me again. I forced a smile at her.
"Have you seen Ginger? I'd like to discuss this with her," I said, still smiling and hating every moment of it.
"She went to town," Estelle said. "She'll be back tomorrow. But no, Kevin, I didn't embarrass the little cunt. Not yet."
"What in the hell have you got against her?" I asked; angry at the way she referred to Ginger and then angrier at myself for being angry.
"She fucked herself into my rightful inheritance, that's all, and that's goddamn plenty in my book."
Estelle was on her feet then, snubbing out the joint in the ashtray viciously although it was just a roach and it had long since gone out by itself.
"Forget it. That's the way the will read, but I don't think you ever liked her, did you?"
"I told you she fucked and sucked herself into my share of the inheritance. I wasn't lying to you when I told you that she and father were shacked up. Hell, why do you think the accident happened? Or do you really believe that it was an accident?"
I don't think that Estelle had meant to say what she had said. Suddenly her face turned very white and she looked away from me. I reached across the table, nearly knocking over the coffeepot, and grabbed her by the shoulder.
"What the hell do you mean? It was an accident, wasn't it? Wasn't it?" I was nearly shouting now and I guess that frightened Estelle. She turned to me and I saw tears in her eyes. She shook her head and blubbered something I couldn't understand. But I still held onto her shoulder, pressing my fingers tightly into the hot flesh of her body until I saw her wince in pain.
"I'm sorry, Kevin," she said and I thought that she really meant it. I let go of her and sank back in the chair, picking up my cold coffee and drinking it with distaste.
"It's true then. It wasn't an accident," I said, hardly conscious of the sudden stab of pain I felt for the death of my father, the father I hardly knew and the father I had planted in the ground such a short time ago.
Estelle seemed to regain some of her composure and she smiled at me softly, something like she used to smile at me when I was quite small and before I knew what she was and before we destroyed our sibling relationship. Before we had ever slept together, that is, and before we ever tried to venture out into the deepest waters of perversions and excitement. In that instant of her soft contact I knew that I was hooked all over again, and whatever good there had been with Ginger and myself was a thing of the past. Estelle was once more in the lead of my life, even if she didn't have the industrial power that I had inherited. In a sense she didn't need it: she had me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I had several drinks during the hour that I was told to wait before going to the maid Alice's room. Estelle said that she wanted the girl nicely prepared for me, and for a while I felt lousy about having to go, a very funny feeling, I thought, since I'm a pretty horny type at any time. But I guess I was wondering just what in the hell she meant by 'preparing' Alice.
When my waiting time was up, I took a bottle of scotch and some glasses with me. I figured that if I was going to be part of some orgy with my sister I was going to enjoy it only if I had sufficient booze in me to dull my senses.
Maybe it was the booze or maybe it was just the sight of Alice that sent a stiffening shock to my cock and made my balls tighten in anticipation. Estelle had the beautiful red-haired girl strung up from the ceiling with her legs pulled wide apart and anchored to the floor. She must have been taking some of Estelle's pot because her shiny-green eyes seemed glazed and she wore a look of complete contentment. I took in the sight of Alice's body, noticing especially how her big tits jutted out even with her arms straight up over her head. For a full minute I didn't even pay any attention to Estelle who was sitting behind the girl, her one hand busy manipulating a dildo in the girl's cunt, her other hand dragging on a joint.
"Come in and join the party," Estelle said, shoving the vibrating artificial penis all the way up Alice's snatch. "This bitch is really in heat. Lock the door and get out of your clothes. I'll take our little girl down in a few minutes and she can suck your fat cock. I just know little brother will love that."
The sight of Alice's enraptured face almost made me forget that I had to have been blackmailed to come up to her special maid's room. Not that it mattered any more. I wouldn't have left then no matter what I would have been offered.
Alice moaned softly, a distant and animal moan I thought, but then I could hardly imagine anything else for the girl since Estelle's dildo was throbbing in rocking hums throughout the broad's most sensitive opening. Suddenly Alice began to shake from the top of her head to her knees. I could see how she strained to close her thighs together, to bring some spastic kind of relief to her abused crotch. She cried out and flipped her ass forward and backward, from side to side in an attempt to escape the tantalizing prong that was driving her mad with passion. But there was no escaping Estelle's demoniac hand, nor her evil laugh, either, as she noticed through her pot-fumed head how the girl was crashing through one body-racking orgasm after another.
Alice's head rolled from side to side and the girl's body was suddenly covered with a light flush of perspiration. I started to step over and stop Estelle, but Alice cried out instead, "Oh, Estelle. Ram it to me. Ram it to me, please, damn, fuck me, fuck me. Aaagh." I rather thought the last exclamation sounded almost funny, but I didn't laugh.
I had a problem of my own, right between my legs, and it was so rigid with anticipation that I had difficulty getting my shorts off. By the time I was completely nude, Estelle had taken Alice down from the bonds and was leading the nearly faint girl over to the chair where I was sitting.
"Kneel down, baby," she ordered, shoving Alive to her knees between my legs. "Suck the fat cock, Alice, suck it better than you've ever sucked a cock in your life. That's my favorite brother, and I want you to treat him very, very nice. He might even want to fuck you later."
I inched my ass forward on the chair and met the red-head's slavering mouth. She opened her lips in a wide circle and engulfed the head of my cock wetly. I felt that familiar thrill of a woman's mouth as her head bent forward and my dong slid up inside her head. She beat the end of my prick with her tongue, using that talented appendage like a gentle whip, up and over and around the glans until I was nearly dizzy with the ecstasy of what she was doing. I humped my hips forward and she simply opened her jaws wider to take my cock nearly down to her tonsils before retreating again. But she never lost a beat with her tongue, not even when she pulled my prick from her Hps entirely to simply flick the raw-nerved underpart of my glans until I thought that I would pass out.
"That's the way, Alice. Lick the head of that beautiful cock until it shoots up to the moon," Estelle cried and then I noticed that she, too, was down on her knees, her face nearly as close to my cock as Alice's. "Suck it, baby, suck it." Estelle's voice was thick, slurred and almost hysterical. And even as I felt my sperm erupting into Alice's mouth and felt almost only the blindness of orgasm I knew that my sister was enjoying my blowjob almost as much as I was. I laughed when my nerves settled down, even while Alice held my rapidly softening cock in her hot mouth.
"How was that?" Estelle said, turning her head and looking up at me with that hot, brittle glint in her eyes. I smiled down at Estelle and moved my hips away from the still soft lips of Alice who remained at my feet, waiting, I suppose, for a cue from Estelle before moving.
"Great," I said, meaning it. Somehow she had managed to create a kind of arousal in me that shook me to the depths of my being. "It was great," I repeated stupidly, suddenly not quite sure that I meant it. I felt a little fear then.
Boh women rose to their feet and turned to look at me as I stood up and dressed. "C'mon," Estelle said. "I'll give you a little tour of our favorite sports palace." She laughed crazily as she said it and reached back to take my hand. I touched her palm with my fingers and noted how dry and hot it was.
I followed her through the door of what I thought was just the sleeping room of the maid. Estelle turned and smiled at me when she stopped by a saddle-like affair. I could see that it was not just a saddle for riding a horse, but actually never intended for riding at all. Estelle lifted it and showed me the large opening in the center.
"The stirrups are rigid, Kevin," Estelle explained. "That way Alice is spread very wide and I can play with her asshole or her cunt or both. She calls it our fun-saddle, but sometimes it can be too much. I like to spread her legs wide over this and leave her there for an hour or two. You'd be surprised at how agreeable she becomes for anything I suggest."
She paused and laughed her crazy cackle. "She even likes to be whipped there. Oh, she doesn't really like it, but she gets into it and opens her bottom to me and lets me restrain her. But after she's been there for a while, she asks me to spank her. And that's a very enjoyable thing for a girl, a spanking I mean, and most girls really desire it before a man's cock sinks into their cunts. But I'm not a man. Not that Alice cares. I have her well trained, as I told you. She knows that I wouldn't dream of giving her a mere spanking. She even knows that I might someday hurt her very badly, but so far I've handled the paddle quite expertly. And, Kevin darling, she screams so delightfully when she has passed her pain threshold." Again the crazy laugh.
I sipped my drink, found it watery and got up from the chair. Estelle stopped talking and stared at me as I walked across the room and put a good healthy shot of scotch into my class. Then she smiled softly, her eyes opening widely in a kind of innocent pleading that I had seen before. I looked into those eyes and tried to fathom what it was that bothered her, the demon that was buried in her, but all I got was the sweet-young-thing look in return which slowly turned softer and softer. She seemed to flutter and fade before my eyes and then I realized, much too late of course, that she had doped up my drink somehow.
Alice came up behind me and led me over to the saddle and I knew that I had to fight it but my legs went rubbery and then even my head went mushy and very soft and very pleasant.
I woke up to the sight of Alice's widespread legs in front of me, her pussy inches from my mouth. She was laughing and rolling her hips tantalizingly up and down, hitting my hps with her upstroke. Then I almost gagged as I felt the thick intrusion into my rectum and instantly later the hum of the vibrating dildo.
"I always wanted to fuck a man while he ate a young girl. Eat, little brother, or I'll shove this thing so far up your ass it'll come out of your throat."
Alice giggled and wriggled her ass closer. Instinctively I pulled away. It wasn't that I was in any way averse to eating her. Hell, earlier that morning I would have paid her to eat her. But under the circumstances I rebelled. Estelle saw my reaction and pushed gently on the damned vibrator. I winced, half in surprise of feeling something like that where I thought it would never be and half with a strange kind of pleasure feeling. I lowered my head and took a swipe at the pink folds of Alice's pussy, licking it up from her hole to her clit before I pulled back again.
"Get that goddamn thing out of my ass, Estelle," I said very menacingly. I was answered by another gentle shove of the darned thing and then I realized that it was throbbing relentlessly against my prostate. I felt the pain in the head of my cock, stiff and unused for the moment. And then I knew that I was gone to whatever hell Estelle wanted me in. I shoved my face into Alice's cunt, my tongue working frantically to bring the girl off, to send her into that sweet ecstasy of orgasm. There was a numbness in my tongue and I soon found that I could no longer taste anything, another little bit of nonsense dope compliments of my sister.
But there was no numbness in my ass. I pulled my face away from Alice's steamy slit and gagged a protest as Estelle slowly pulled the dildo from my ass and just as slowly and maddeningly pushed it back, each time going further and further into my rectum until I knew that she intended to get the whole thing up inside. But again I was caught in between the pain and the distant pleasure of what she was doing. I felt stupid and even ashamed that what she was doing was actually giving me some pleasure. And then I was aware of the heated stiffness of my cock, hanging between the opening of the restricting saddle. I wanted to tear away from the terrible thing in my ass and I waned to ram my cock deep into Estelle. But there was no movement I could make except with my head and that movement was all taken up in the slippery purse of Alice's cunt. I thrust my tongue into her hole, digging deeper than I ever would have and wallowed my face in her juices. I wanted to make her come in great insane bursts of orgasm. I used my tongue and teeth and lips as I would have used my cock and balls. I beat her pussy with my mouth, wanting all the time to reach up and squeeze the tender flesh of her thighs that touched so tantalizingly against my ears and cheeks. My tongue, numb perhaps, nevertheless went mad as it plunged in and out, up and down the slick warm flesh of her lovepot. My head grew dizzy and for a moment I could no longer feel the throbbing mass up my ass or the nearly painful erection that jutted rigidly from between my legs.
"Take the damned thing out," I managed to cry when Alice finally sank back in a delirious come, her red hair falling over her breasts wetly and her thighs opening and closing just beyond the reach of my crazy tongue. "Take it out, Estelle," I was begging now, but instead I felt her pull it partly out, stop and slide it back almost to the hilt of the damned thing. It made me croak and want to throw up. I wriggled like a virgin and groaned and cried real tears as I knew that I was helpless in the contraption that Estelle had devised for her fantasies.
When I suddenly felt the pop of the dildo being withdrawn from my anus I almost fainted from relief. But I came around quickly enough as I heard my sister's laugh, throaty and evil, more evil than I had ever imagined.
"Clean him up, Alice," Estelle said. "I want to suck him a little, just in case he starts to lose that beautiful hard-on he's got. Want big sister to cop your joint, Kevin?"
I was still breathing with difficulty. "Get me out of this damned contraption first." I felt her hand on my ass for a moment and then she unstrapped me from the fucking thing. I got up with wobbly legs but with the most intense erection I could remember.
"Don't wait all day," I said as Estelle came close to me. I grabbed her by the waist and eased her down to her knees. She knew what she had to do and she wanted my thick pecker in her mouth as much as I wanted to put it there. I watched in the same old fascinated way as she opened her mouth and took the throbbing head of my joint between her lips. She was wonderful as a cock-sucker and I felt a roaring thrill course through my whole body as her tongue whipped over the sensitive nerves and her lips tightened around the shaft. Her fingers were busy, too, delicately massaging my balls and even venturing close to my tender asshole. I managed to squirm away from that further assault, however, and shove my prick deeper into her hungry head-cavity.
She stopped suddenly and turned to Alice who was sitting contentedly on the edge of the saddle. "Eat me, darling. I feel the need right now." Alice almost hopped off the saddle and scrambled between Estelle's thighs.
I looked down at Alice rolled over onto her back and nestled her head into Estelle's crotch and then my sister's mouth was back on my cock, sucking and licking and sending violent shivers through my body. While I could no longer see Alice's head, I could tell that she was doing her oral thing on Estelle very well by the sounds of juicy wetness mixed with the soft moaning from my sister's cock-filled mouth.
Despite the licking she was taking from Alice's mouth, Estelle never lost a beat in her rhythmic sucking of my throbbing member. But the tension was getting too much for me. I was still standing and my legs felt like they were turning to boiled macaroni.
"Let's get on the damned bed," I said, pushing my sister's slavering mouth away from my cock. "It'll be a little more comfortable."
Estelle shook her head and gobbled my cock back into her mouth. I protested but it seemed to do little good. She hung on like a suction cup, taking my prick deep into her throat and whirling her tongue around and around the head. I wanted to lie down, but I wanted her to continue her ministrations forever, and I wondered in that delicious moment whether the magic of her mouth would change if we stopped momentarily and moved over to the bed. I told myself that it would probably be different. So I stood there and let Estelle suck me to a crashing orgasm which she milked until I softened in her mouth and my cock fell limply from her wet lips.
Estelle swallowed my come and licked her lips, her eyes ecstatically closed as she scrunched her crotch down lower onto Alice's mouth. I walked over on rubbery legs and stretched out on the bed, but head to the foot of the bed so that I would be able to watch Alice and Estelle. The maid's head was buried in the hot confines of Estelle's ass, but I knew that the girl was enjoying what she was doing. Estelle's back was to me and she straddled Alice's face and the girl's thighs kept opening and closing in rhythm with what she was doing to my sister's cunt. It afforded me an excellent opportunity to examine the girl's body. Stretched out with only her head missing, so to speak, I could admire the soft red fluff of her crotch and the smooth white color of her flesh, her broad, made-for-sex hips, long legs that tapered from trim ankles to the full soft roundness of her thighs. Her belly, I noted, even stretched out on the floor rose gently and provactively to my gaze. I wanted to reach out and stroke it, but I was too far away. So I contented myself with mentally sucking the rosy nipples on her firm big breasts. She continued to squirm and once she had to push Estelle's ass up, no doubt to catch a breath of air. I started to laugh at the sight, but my sounds made no difference to the girls. Finally I got up and fixed myself a drink. Estelle still had her eyes closed and was holding Alice's red hair, holding the girl's face tightly to her steamy crotch. I drank and watched until, at last, Estelle threw back her head and moaned loudly. I knew she had orgasmed then and I also knew that she and her friend would be at me again. I drank swiftly and fixed another drink before returning to the bed.
It was a hell of an afternoon, I thought, but the booze was soothing all my qualms. I waited as the girls rose from the floor and made drinks for themselves. There didn't seem to be much to say at that time.
Estelle lit another joint and gave it to Alice and I watched as they shared the weed, looking limpidly into each others' eyes once in a while. I looked at their eyes, too, but I could fathom nothing from Alice except her docile attitude and from my sister, only her deep cunning. I wondered what she had in store for me, and I wasn't thinking of further sex with Alice. I was wondering what there was for me in the way of being bumped off, stabbed, killed or murdered. Yet I found myself surprisingly calm thinking those thoughts. I no longer feared Estelle, and I couldn't imagine her trying to do me in, no matter what Ginger said. But then I looked at her cool blue eyes again as she smoked the pot and I knew that I was wrong not to be wary of my sister and my lover.
I finally grew tired of watching them and rolled over onto my back, letting my eyes close and letting the fatigue of the strenuous past hour or so drain from my body. For the moment I knew that Estelle and Alice would be quite content to just sit and smoke and drink, at least for a while. I let myself slip into a fitful sleep, waking suddenly, perhaps an hour later, to the sobbing screams of Alice and the steady snap of a leather paddle being applied to her up-ended ass.
Alice was secured to the devilish saddle, and Estelle was glassy eyes and laughing as she swung the paddle down across the girl's full round bottom. Even from the remnants of my slumber I could see the bright crimson that her flesh had taken on.
"Stop it," I cried and found myself surprised that Estelle did stop. I hadn't really expected her to. "She sounds like she's had enough."
"Have you had enough, darling?" Estelle was standing behind the girl and stroking her raw skin. Alice, however, couldn't quite manage an answer through the blubbering but it was obvious that she had had enough.
It wasn't the first time I had seen that wild look in Estelle's eyes, but I felt the same sort of response a small animal feels toward its predator. I was fascinated and repulsed at the same time. The girl's sobbing seemed to touch me, however, and while I felt my cock swelling at the delicious sight of her abused buttocks I was just as happy when Estelle dropped the paddle.
Estelle walked over to the bed and saw the state of my cock. She laughed and reached down, grabbing the base of my cock and squeezing her fingers around it and gently pulling me over to Alice.
"Fuck her, darling Kevin. Fuck her while her ass is still red hot from the little paddling."
I hardly wanted to wait and Estelle wouldn't even wait that long. She pulled me by my fleshy handle and with her free hand opened Alice's cunt lips wide to expose her moist pink love hole. I can't deny that I was intrigued by what my sister was doing and I went along with it dociley, letting Estelle guide my swollen prick into Alice's cunt. I shoved and, expecting Estelle to withdraw her hand when I had made penetration, I only managed to get the head of my cock into the girl's sweet, tight bottom. Finally I had to push Estelle away so that I could pound my shaft deep into Alice's juicy love box. I was please to hear her sobs turn quickly into low moans of pleasure and then grunts as she hit one orgasm after another.
CHAPTER EIGHT
My sister Estelle guided me through the whole evening with the maid, constantly there, watching, encouraging, helping and cruelly holding me back from the impending orgasm that I was intended to have. I'm not sure what it was that she seemed intent on doing. It was only that when the sweat broke out on my body and I closed my eyes in the great expectation of that soul-releasing satisfaction, she would jab me in the ass or stab her fingernails into my scrotum. I couldn't come and I couldn't get it up for long minutes, minutes that were filled with the pain and the pleasure of her presence and the whisky and the smell of her honey-sick weed that always wafted around me.
And then we, Estelle and I, would try again.
She was a darling, my sister, always ready and eager in her strange mind to make me her lover and all the while I knew in the back of my mind that she wanted to kill me. But just as she had my cock up again, all stiff and manly and sinking eagerly into her wet love purse, she would throw me off and, stiff as I was, I had no choice but to follow her to the abused bottom of the maid. Only to be unsatisfied again.
Alice's poor, beautiful, abused snatch was sopping wet and when I shoved my cock deep into her hot hole it was like putting it into the folds of a hot, wet washcloth. I collapsed almost as soon as I had entered the girl. Not that that was all bad. There was Estelle. Ever-eager Estelle, and 1 recall thinking somewhere during the rest of the night that that was a good line, always came to my rescue; and I rucked Estelle until I was ready for the final climax.
And we repeated the earlier performances.
Again.
And again.
A thousand shards of crystal light erupted in my head, spread out like a great ball of glass and came to piercing rest between my eyes. My temples hurt, so great was the effort to close off the light and the stabbing slivers of the chandelier sun that seemed to want to dissect my retina.
There was a voice, distant and soothing, but I couldn't make out what it said and I closed my eyes even more tightly. But it was no use. The chandelier lights penetrated me as easily as I had penetrated the soggy slit of the maid. With one exception: I knew I wasn't hurting her, and the light was hurting me. And the voice. Stop. Stop, I cried out. And the voice went away. For a moment. And I wished that I would have been able to wish away the light, but by the time I felt that I was able to do that there was the voice again. I had to awaken.
No doubt it was my room. And my bed.
"Feel better?"
The crystal light shards were slowly easing their way back again from the center of my brain, slowly, still painfully, taking their retreat over the same worried path by which they had entered. Then they were gone, and I knew that I had the world's greatest hangover. Yet I knew that I dare not open my eyes for fear that the damned light would get me again.
"Feel better?"
Stupid fucking question, I thought. I didn't move, but I knew somewhere inside me that if I made no indication of being alive my examiner would ask the same stupid question again and again until I answered.
"Drink this."
Cool and bubbly. Awful taste. Drink, I told my self, or the voice will hound you. I drank, burped. But I didn't feel much better.
Feel better? Feel better?
"No. Dammit, I feel like hell," I moaned.
The cool fingers that were supporting the back of my neck eased my head back down into the damp, sweaty hollow of the pillow. I tried to sit up, but it was pointless. 1 couldn't sit up even though I didn't want to settle my throbbing head where it was. So I rolled over, found a cooler part of the pillow and let the bromo or whatever it was do its thing to my body.
All that took place some hours earlier. The voice was Ginger's, and the bed was my own, and the day was the next one after my experience with Estelle and the maid Alice.
"Are you all right?"
There she was again, Ginger, with questions. I guess I managed to nod some sort of affirmative for I remember her smiling down at me and then telling me to close my eyes and go back to sleep I did.
The next time I woke I was famished, but the fog and the shards of light had departed. I clearly saw all about me, and I could see that I was alone. I looked out the window after I got out of the bed and saw darkness. But that was easy to explain: it was night. I shrugged, still not thinking too clearly, and went into the shower. Tingly hot and then icy cold. I came out and dressed and began to wonder.
"I was worried about you," Ginger said as I stepped from my room. She was still a few paces from my door and I could tell immediately from the look in her eyes that she was sincere. "Feel better?"
The fucking question again. But I withheld my irritation and nodded. "Care for a drink?" I finally said.
"I know I need one."
"Don't you think that you've had enough?"
Very slowly I shook my head and then turned away from her to continue on down to the library and the soothing fire of a few brandies.
"Kevin, please."
"Please what?" She seemed so distant to me at that moment that I really couldn't figure out what she was trying to get at.
"Don't drink any more," she said softly. "I don't think that it's safe around here, especially if you're drunk."
"My God, Ginger! Do you think I'm a lush? I have a helluva hangover, but I'm old enough to know that a couple of drinks will fix me up." I stared at her and wondered why she had such a frightened look in her eyes. "Would you like to join me?"
She nodded her head and followed next to me as I went down the stairs and headed for the library.
I gave her a glass of brandy, extending my arm across the desk. The damned liquid in the glass looked like it was in a full gale. That's how much my hands were shaking, and I hadn't notice it until then. I was waiting for her comment, but she didn't say anything. But I had a little difficulty with the first couple of sips that I took. After that my body seemed .to warm up and my hands stopped shaking.
"I guess I really tied one on this afternoon," I said with the most casual voice I could manage.
"Yesterday afternoon," she said flatly.
I gave her a puzzled look.
"That was yesterday afternoon."
Slowly it came back, but I was still blank as to where the time had gone. I asked her.
"I was gone yesterday all day. Myer took me to the city to sign some papers that I had forgotten but I had to do some shopping, too. I got back early this morning and found you outside your door. Quite bare-assed naked, too."
I let out a groan and sipped a little heavier on the brandy. I had no recollection of being naked outside my bedroom door.
"And you helped me to bed all my yourself?"
"You woke up enough to talk. Once in your bed, you passed out again. I don't know what in the hell you were drinking, but you sure had me scared for a while. And why you took all your clothes off and just piled them beside you at the door I'll never understand."
"I don't remember," I said and I didn't. Gradually, though, some of the bits and pieces came back. Alice. Estelle. The room. The drinks. What in the hell had Estelle spiked my drinks with? And as soon as I tried to reconstruct the events, they shattered around my head until I had to take another sip of brandy.
"Kevin, darling," Ginger said, "I'm scared."
I noticed that she hadn't touched her drink, but I said nothing.
"I told Myer everything about Estelle and the man in the garage," Ginger said.
Suddenly it all seemed like a bad dream as the stuff Ginger had overheard and told me came back. I remembered then that my sister wanted to kill me and our step-sister. And the recording. But why hadn't Estelle ever mentioned it that morning? I was beginning to doubt Ginger's story just a little. It seemed impossible that Estelle would be so naive as to simply record the bedroom parts of that little drama. Or would she? I felt all of a sudden like a mouse caught between two cats and with no place to turn.
"And what did Myer tell you? That you were imagining things?" The brandy was beginning to help clear my head. Well; it was at least taking the shakes from my hands and restoring some confidence.
"No. Quite the contrary, he told me that Estelle was probably capable of doing it," Ginger said. This time she looked me square in the eye for a full minute and then picked up her glass, draining it down in a single gulp. Her eyes watered for a moment and then she closed them.
"Don't worry about it," I said, getting up from behind the desk and stepping behind her chair. I could smell the light perfume in her hair and, although I remembered the orgy I had had the day before with my sister and her friend, I felt a sudden jab of urgency between my legs. I know that I should have been so well satisfied the previous day that I shouldn't have such thoughts. But Ginger's dark hair and the sensuous swell of her boobs, very well revealed from my position just above her, turned me on. I put my glass down and pressed the palms of my hands over the lush rise of her breasts and through the thin material of her blouse I could feel the sudden warmth and then the hardness as her nipples stiffened to my touch.
She got up and turned to me, her arms quickly encircling me. She buried her head against my chest and I could feel her shudder. "I'm scared of being alone here, Kevin. Take me to my room."
She still clung close to me as I guided her up the stairs and into her bedroom. It wasn't as though I really wanted to sock my swollen cock to her, but I knew that she would find some comfort and relief from her fears, fears which I was beginning to believe were mostly imaginary. She made me lock the bedroom door and only after she had tested it herself did she seem to relax a little. 1 smiled at her and she laughed, pulling her dress off and kicking her shoes across the room.
"Damn. Make mad love to me," she said as she dropped her panties in a flimsy heap of sheer black silk.
"I want to be fucked until my cunt screams."
I pulled off my own clothing as I watched her perform a sinuous little dance in front of me. She rolled her fleshy hips from side to side and humped her pelvis in forward motion twitched that pretty obviously duplicated what she would do when her back was flat on the mattress and my prick was buried in her hot, wet hole. All the time she was moving towards me and when I dropped my shorts and flipped them onto the nearby chair, she was next to me, her fiery tits burning twin brands on my chest. Then she wrapped her warm arms around my body and slipped down to her knees, taking my cock between her breasts for a long moment and then, forming a perfect circle with her moist red lips, she accepted the meat, taking my cock right down her throat until I could feel my knob bump against the back of her palate. Her tongue worked feverishly, twirling wetly around and around the sensitive nerves before she moved back slowly and sucked until I thought she would suck the blood right out of the head.
A moan escaped my hps with the first encounter with her mouth that night and then I settled into a fine sense of pleasure as Ginger's head bobbed back and forth and her tongue played twitching melodies on the throbbing nerves of my cock. But I knew that I would not be able to stand there in the middle of the room much longer, so with some reluctance I pulled her mouth from my dong and helped her to her feet. She planted a kiss on my mouth, sticky and sweaty smelling from her ministrations on my prick, but I accepted her salty offering as I led her over to the bed, easing her down and spreading her thighs wide.
I crawled between her firm, smooth-fleshed legs and tried to break the kiss we had carried across the room, but her thighs clamped around my waist and I felt her fingers seek my rigid member and guide it into her steamy crevice. She cried out as I sensed her readiness and shoved deep into her box, cramming myself into her so far I could feel her plump buttocks under the sway of my balls. She rocked her ass up and down, making me thrust my meat into her to meet her rhythm and then she would change, holding her hips arched all the way back so my exit and reentry would drive her to an early orgasm.
I suppose that it must have been the draining effects of the previous day's activities for I felt that I would never come, Ginger's bottom became a puddle of warm moisture as she creamed over and over again, but I just couldn't seem to get it off. Not that that was bad. It was one of the few times I was able to enjoy myself thoroughly without seeming to fatigue. It was as though I was someone else watching myself fuck her, watching her grow wet with perspiration, watching her eyes gloss over with passion and hear her moans turn to cries of ecstasy. Yet I throbbed on and on into her, soggy cunt, plunging my fat prick deeper and deeper it seemed with each stroke. She sensed my urgency and the fact that I wasn't quite ready to get it all off.
"Oh, god, make it, Kevin. Please make it. I'm ready. Ooh." And she crushed her thighs tightly around my hips as she came still another time.
I labored between her legs for another eternity before the pressure in my loins went over the top and, collapsing wetly across her hot body, I let it all out in grunts and moans of pleasure and deep inhalations of air. We squished together for a long time after that before I finally rolled off her lush curves and relaxed on the bed beside her.
Ginger got up and fetched my cigarettes and poured a couple of glasses of brandy from her own stock. I wasn't much in the mood for talking right then and so I let myself enjoy the smoke curling from my nostrils and sipping slowly on the brandy. But I knew there was something that was bothering me about Ginger, and it wasn't just the report that my sister wanted to kill us. That may or may not have been accurate, but I was sure that I could handle it. No. What was bothering deep in the underpinnings of my conscience was not the threat of murder, but the thought of what Estelle had told me about Ginger and my father.
Earlier in the evening after I had gotten up and bathed I thought of it, but running into Ginger in the hall and drinking and fucking made it slip my mind. But in the cool afterglow of just-completed passion it came back with a vengeance.
I wanted to hit her with the knowledge of her affair with my father, or at least with the fact that that was what Estelle told me. I snuffed out my cigarette and finished off the brandy and then I changed my mind. It didn't seem quite right to do it that way so I went around and around with the subject, going over what Estelle had told me the previous morning, complete with the recording segments that she had played for me.
Ginger seemed embarrassed that our little tryst had been discovered and recorded, but I told her that there was nothing that Estelle could do with them. Not even old Myer would tolerate blackmail even if the damned recording was very authentic.
"Then she told me about you and father," I said as quietly as I could.
Ginger's reaction was not what I had expected. She made no effort to conceal her feelings. She blushed, but she didn't deny it.
"I guess you would have found out sooner or later," she said, turning away from me and pouring two more drinks. I took the offering and sat down on the edge of the bed again, waiting for her to tell me about it or tell me what she could about it.
"It's true, Kevin," she said. "Your father took me when I was fourteen. Mother was one of his secretaries at the time, a minor one. Ted ran into me one day when I was waiting for her to get through work to take me shopping. Naturally when he made, a fuss over me, mother just went along with it. She was very flattered."
She stopped and took a long pull from her drink and reached over to take one of my cigarettes. I lit it for her and waited for her to continue.
"What's the use. You don't really want to hear all the gory details, do you? He fucked me in his office while my mother waited outside the door. And if you ask me, I think that my mother knew what he was doing during that thirty minutes we were alone in his office. And if she never said anything, it didn't matter. By the end of the month, we no longer had any more money problems and mother was suddenly put on his private staff and then, as you know, he married her." "Why did he marry her?"
Ginger blushed again, but she looked right at me. "Mother caught us in his office one afternoon a couple of months later."
"So what?" I said, getting somewhat ticked off at the whole scene. "You were probably a very attractive fourteen-year-old and the old man could hardly be blamed for wanting to throw the blocks to you."
"I wasn't fucking him," she said. "I was blowing him. It was awful. She screamed and carried on until I got dressed. But Theodore Parker was a very persuasive person. He gave her a drink and calmed her down, telling her that what she had seen was just something that happened and that it would never happen again. But mother threatened to go to the authorities even after she was calm.
"Your father finally convinced her that he was too powerful for her to get anywhere, but I guess he was still in a weak mood because he promised to marry her and he did."
Ginger stopped and stared out into the blackness of the night and I didn't feel that there was much that I could say to alter what she had just told me. Obviously Estelle knew about it, but I wondered how.
"Mother made him promise that he would never have anything to do with me, and he agreed to that. The only trouble was, I couldn't get enough of him. I suppose I was really the one who wanted the affair to continue after they were married," she said.
"Right here at Parker's palace?"
She nodded and then it started to get clearer. I knew that there was very little that went on around the place that Estelle did not know about. She must have found out about Ginger and T.C
"How long did it last?"
Ginger turned away from me and poured another drink for herself. "Until the day before the accident."
What an old satyr! I thought as I realized that my father and my step-sister had been balling each other for a year before I even left the castle. No wonder, I thought, she was so expert in the arts of love. At eighteen, she had had more practice than the average twenty-three-year-old hooker. It made me look at her in shightly different light, not with any less affection, however, but just different. For the first time since I had started fucking her I felt no guilt about it. I looked at her delicious curves and the sad-eyed expression she wore and called her to me.
"Let's forget about that whole thing, darling" I said. "Come to bed and make love to me."
Ginger snuggled close to me and draped one warm, velvety thigh over my legs just below my knees. Her hand snaked out and took my docile cock between cool fingers and massaged my stem until I could feel it begin to pulse with renewed vigor. When it was rigid one more time, she slid down my torso and enveloped the head of my manhood in her hot mouth, working her lips and teeth and her flicking tongue so adroitly that I ejaculated into the back of her throat within minutes.
CHAPTER NINE
Estelle was nowhere around the next morning. I had been to breakfast, a stonily silent breakfast for just Ginger and myself. The cook, usually so friendly to me, shrugged and left. It was her day off and she and her caretaker husband were going to town. I thought nothing of it at the time. Why should I have? The servants were entitled to their free time, and what little contact I had had with them over the past weeks was so slight that most of them seemed like strangers to me.
Somewhere between the grapefruit and the bacon and eggs, I began to wonder about Estelle, but I kept my thoughts and ponderings to myself. I didn't want to worry Ginger. She was already frightened enough.
I was surprised that I felt as good as I did. I had expected one helluva hangover from my amorous night with Ginger and the bottle of brandy, but my head was quite clear. But then I knew that I had had plenty of rest since the afternoon I had spent with Estelle. And Alice? She, too, was absent. Conspiracy? I threw out the thought as being something that belonged to the realm of Ginger's fantasies. Only that and nothing more. Still....
"You're very quiet this morning," Ginger said.
I was about to tell her about my concern over Estelle's whereabouts when the Mercedes pulled up to the front entrance. I got up from the table and walked across the patio in time to see Estelle, Alice and the chauffeur get out of the car and enter the house. The chauffeur was carrying two small overnight cases which led me to believe that Alice and Estelle had spent the night in town. For what reason I couldn't imagine, but I sensed that it was nothing more than one of Estelle's crazy nights, probably an orgy and a contact to pick up her supply of pot and pills. They didn't look up at me as I leaned over the railing and when they had closed the door behind them, I walked back and finished my breakfast.
"Who was that?"
I told Ginger. "So what? They live here, you know," I said, still trying to figure out whether Ginger was lying about the threats, or if Estelle was just cunning enough to completely ignore the fact that Ginger had told me about them.
"I want to leave," Ginger said. "It scares me to be here while she's around, especially with him and that maid."
I tried to forget the afternoon I had spent with 'that maid' and Estelle, but voluptuous visions of the red-head swam before me.
We were finishing our coffee silently when Estelle came out to join us. She smiled vacantly, still high from something, I thought, and sat down, helping herself to the rest of the scrambled eggs and a piece of cold toast.
"Good morning, little brother," she finally said, looking for all the world like she had just been the guilty cat amid the canary feathers. I nodded and poured another cup of coffee, waiting, I'm sure, for her to acknowledge Ginger's presence, but Estelle simply turned her attention to her food, nibbling indifferently at the toast between forksful of
egg."
"I've got the papers here for you to sign," Estelle said after she had pushed the plate away from herself. "It's just a little old power of attorney that will enable me to act in your behalf for the good of the Parker Industries." She pulled out some papers from her big handbag and shoved them over to me along with a pen.
I looked at the papers without reading them. I knew what they meant, but I still couldn't believe that Estelle was really that naive to think that I would sign them. It was my turn then to smile at my sister, my lover-sister and from somewhere deep inside myself I found the courage to de y her. "I don t think that I can sign anything like this, darling sister."
"Don't be difficult, Kevin," Estelle said. "I think that you ought to sign and let me handle the affairs. After all, you won't be hurting for anything, and it would avoid a long court battle which you'll lose. I mean a mere boy fucking his step-sister and carrying on with the maid is hardly the type that would qualify as a proper administrator of such vast holdings as the Parker empire."
"See you in court," I snarled and turned to Ginger who was sitting silently and very frightened. "C'mon, Ginger, I think that we'd better pack up and pay a visit to Mr. Myer."
I took her hand and led her from the table and across the patio without looking back at Estelle. But it ws as far as we got. Alice and the chaffeur were standing in the doorway, blocking our way. At least it looked like they were blocking our way, but I decided to bluff it out and, holding Ginger's hand, we walked right towards them.
The chauffeur was a big muscular type, not unhandsome if you go for the kind, and I knew that I wouldn't have a chance in a fight with him. But there was an obsequious flicker in his eyes that I took to be a strong reluctance to lay a hand on the body of the boy who had the money. For an instant I thought that my bluff would work, but then Estelle's voice broke the silence.
"Take them up to the maid's room," she said very coldly. "And see that they are well secured."
I turned to her, but the chauffeur suddenly had his hand on my shoulder. I started to slap it away when I saw the gun in his hand. Ginger cried out and I could feel her hand tighten in mine.
"This way," the chauffeur said, nudging the gun into my belly and gently pushing me through the doorway. Alice had stepped aside and I couldn't detect anything more in her face than the vacant look of too much of Estelle's pot. I gave her a dirty look and walked on, still holding Ginger by the hand.
On the way up to the maid's room, the special maid's room, I could hear Estelle whistling some mindless tune as she followed behind us. The chauffeur opened the door and pushed me and Ginger inside.
We stood there for a minute until Estelle and Alice joined us, my sister smiling her devil grin and the red-head still looking vacantly off to some scene from her doped mind.
"Get naked, both of you," Estelle said as she closed the door. "Get out of your goddamn clothes. You first, little cunt."
"Don't do it," I said, holding Ginger's hand and pulling her close to me. "You won't get away with this, Estelle," I added somewhat more dramatically than I though possible.
"Get naked," she repeated. Then she surprised me by pulling a gun of her own out of her handbag. I watched as she checked the cylinder and then stepped over behind Ginger and myself. I turned and saw her place the muzzle in Ginger's ear and heard the shattering noise as she pulled the hammer back. "Get naked, little cunt. I want to see all of you and try to understand just what you've got that had my father so intrigued."
"Estelle, don't be crazy," I said and tried to move, but the chauffeur jammed the gun into my belly again.
"Get over there, Kevin," Estelle said, moving the gun from Ginger's ear for a second and pointing to the bed. I moved away from my stepsister and walked slowly over to the bed. "That's better. Now, little minx, get your damned clothes off or I'll have Jack here rip them off."
Ginger was whitefaced with fear, but she slowly took her clothing off. I grimaced a lot inwardly, but I was somewhat relieved that Estelle had stepped back and had heard the reassuring click of the gun's hammer returning to a safer position. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I watched as Ginger peeled out of her clothes right down to her bare feet and stood ashen in front of Estelle.
"Well, that's very nice, Ginger. Yes, I can see where the old boy could have been turned on with a cunt like you. Now, baby, get onto the saddle."
"Leave her alone," I said, starting to get up, but muscle pushed me back.
"Help her get settled, Alice, and make sure that she's well secured."
The red-headed maid seemed to come out of her stupor for a few minutes as she expertly forced Ginger into the contraption, fastening the frightened girl with leather straps. I felt that I shouldn't look at Ginger in that damned thing, her lovely legs spread wide and her plump round bottom forced high into the air. Her bottom holes were stretched open from the position and despite myself I could feel my cock begin to swell at the sight.
Satisfied that Ginger was secure, Estelle turned to me and the chauffeur. "Now, brother dear, get naked. Or should I have Alice strip you? Or Jack?"
I gave her a disgusted look and then turned to the chauffeur. He waved his gun at me and I knew there was nothing else to do except get naked. I stood up and undressed, dropping my clothes on the floor.
I was embarrassed more than frightened at the moment, but I couldn't conceal my rapidly stiffening cock even by sitting back down on the bed. I heard Estelle laugh.
"Stretch out on the bed, little brother," she said. "That's right. Fasten his wrists and ankles as I showed you, Jack."
Suddenly the muscle was grabbing an arm, slipping it through a stout leather belt. He fastened it so quickly that it was immobile before I could think of swinging my free arm at him. And he was just as wise to that move, too, pressing the muzzle of the gun under my nose and telling me to be still. I froze and let him finish putting my other arm into the strap on the other side.
He grabbed an ankle and I couldn't resist kicking him in the chest with my free foot. He had had to put the gun on the floor and I felt momentarily cocky enough to start fighting. But Estelle was here in an instant, pressing her gun against my head. I wanted to laugh as I thought that she was a damned fine fast-draw artist from her handbag.
I relaxed and let the bastard secure my ankles but I knew that I had hurt him a little bit. He made the straps a little tighter than really called for.
"All right, Estelle," I said. "This has gone far enough. Give me the damned paper and I'll sign. Just let Ginger and me go."
She laughed, throwing her head back and shaking it from side to side. "But darling brother, we've not any fun yet." She turned to Jack who was eyeing Ginger's provocative rear end with obvious lust. "Okay, Jack, you've been a good boy. Want to taste some of the cunt's talents? Give her a good fuck for me while I play a little game with Kevin."
Jack slipped out of his uniform in quick time, and I could see his stiff cock standing out in front of him like a lance. I turned away from the scene that was about to begin, but Estelle gently nudged my head around so that I could only avoid Ginger's rape by closing my eyes.
"Built like a stallion, isn't he, Kevin? Maybe if Ginger doesn't wear him out I'll let him fuck you a little bit, too. Would you like that?" I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. "But don't worry about that," she said, "you're all for me."
As I turned away from the cry of pain by Ginger, I saw Estelle undress. It had always been an exciting thing to watch my sister strip out of her clothing before she would climb into my bed, and I wondered why then under the circumstances I was still anxious to see her body. I wanted to be disgusted and I was disgusted, but disgusted with only a part of my being. That other, more devilish part, gripped me and I could feel my prick swell as I watched my sister's naked body undulate back towards me and then felt her cool body glide down over my naked chest and her hands, strangely warm and damp, settle around my genitals, deft fingers encircling my shaft and slowly tightening until the blood throbbed and I could almost feel pain through the intense pleasure.
"My, how hard it is," Estelle said.
I only half listened to her and I tried to force her from my mind, but it wasn't easy. From across the room I could hear Ginger's moaning and pleading slowly turn to sounds of pleasure. I looked over and saw Jack sinking his big cock slowly in and out of the girl's pussy, catching slimy highlights over its entire length as he withdrew and hearing the moan of satisfaction escape from Ginger's hps. Combined with my sister's experienced manipulations and the sights and sounds of the rape of Ginger, I felt that I was just about ready to come.
"Now, Alice," Estelle commanded.
I looked up in time to see Alice whom I had almost forgotten lean over my crotch and pack handful after handful of crushed ice around my balls and cock. The shock was immediately coming. My cock still stood hard in Estelle's hand, but when she pulled her hand away, I slowly began to feel the chill creeping through my balls and up the shaft of my prick.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I just want to preserve you for a little while. But you can enjoy the sights and you won't become come so aroused that you'll spoil your beautiful come before I have a chance to enjoy it. Pack it in good, Alice."
"You're nuts. You've lost your mind, Estelle," I cried out as the cold began to turn to pain. My teeth began to chatter and I knew that I was stuttering as I shouted obscenities at my sister. But she just made her laugh echo around the room, counterpointing the squishy sounds of Ginger's rape and her passionate cries of pleasure. "Stop it. For god's sake, Estelle, get the fucking ice off of me. Ill freeze to death. Get it off."
"You won't freeze, little brother," she said, rising from the bed and taking what little warmth I had away with her body. "Besides, you can keep warm listening to the warm sounds of your girl friend's ass being paddled. That's very exciting." Again she gave me her crazy laugh, but by then I was too concerned over the state of my crotch, being deep frozen at the moment.
"Get it over with, Jack," Estelle said. I turned to them and saw Jack pull out of Ginger's cunt with a pop and wanted to smile, but the cold had chilled all the laughter from my body. "Alice will finish you off." She turned to the red-head and nodded.
Alice didn't hesitate. She stopped packing ice around my balls and got out of her clothes. Even with the chill in my groin, I felt a twinge of excitement as the red-head revealed her beautiful body.
"Suck him off, Alice. Then you get eaten by little Miss Muffet," Estelle said, picking up the leather-covered paddle she had used on Alice that wild afternoon a hundred years ago. I watched in fascination as my sister swung the paddle, heard it slap against the smooth-fleshed bottom of Ginger. I saw too how it left its imprint on her cheek and how that fleshy mound of buttock quivered. Estelle brought the paddle down again and again before Ginger screamed.
"Oh, that's good, Ginger," Estelle cried, swinging the paddle down again. "Louder, you little bitch. I want to hear you beg to eat my cunt. Say it, damn you, say it." Estelle, however, hardly gave the screaming, sobbing girl a chance. She just rained blows down on both cheeks of the girl's buttocks until I could see from across the room that the welts had blended into a single mass of brilliant red.
"Stop it," I cried, shouting at the top of my lungs. "For god's sake, Alice, Jack, stop her," I added, finally looking to the side where Alice was on her knees, her mouth busy gobbling the thick cock of the brawny chauffeur. "Please stop her. I'll give you anything. Anything."
But Jack, his eyes clouded with obvious lust as his penis was being mouthed by Alice, simply shook his head and smiled.
I screamed at Estelle again and again and nearly grew hoarse before I was aware of the silence in the room. Mercifully, I thought, Ginger had passed out and Estelle had exhausted herself, but as my own nerves began to settle I could hear the muffled sobs of Ginger and the cooing voice of Estelle. When I looked over to the saddle contraption I could see why. Estelle's legs were wrapped around Gingers head and her hips were rotating in pleasurable rhythm to what could only have been Gingers tongue in my sister's cunt.
I closed my eyes and tried to think out the cold in my loins and the sight of Estelle being eaten by Ginger. For a split second I even imagined that Estelle in her perverse way had managed to make Ginger an easy convert to her ways of lovemaking. But the thought made me angry and with considerable effort I flipped my hips up and down on the mattress until I felt some of the ice fall away. I was still numb, but very slowly I could feel the warmth of the air get to my poor frozen genitals. I wondered for a moment if anyone had noticed, but Estelle was still engrossed with Ginger's mouth at her snatch and Alice and Jack had switched positions. He was sixy-nining her on the floor. I relaxed slightly and felt the ice beneath my buttocks quickly turning to water. I was still cold as hell down there but considerably more comfortable than I had been.
When I opened my eyes a few minutes later, it was to the sight of Estelle shoving her damned vibrating dildo up Ginger's rectum. The girl was crying anew and gasping for air as the thick flesh-like rod was being pushed higher and higher up her ass. Then her sobs choked off as the room was filled with the sound of the electric penis. Ginger seemed to swoon, but I gathered that Estelle had shoved it as far as she intended. Her moans came in quick gasps, but it was apparent to me that Ginger would soon fall under the throbbing spell of the erotic device. There was no way to fight it. And I knew, I painfully remembered how it had been used on me by Estelle and Alice.
"Now, darling brother," Estelle said as she came to my side, "now, it's time for you to have a little fun with your big sister. I bring you a very wet kiss from your cunt girl friend, darling," she added, getting up on the bed and straddling my face. I could smell her musky pussy as she lowered it down over my mouth and I knew that I wouldn't be able to eat her as I had done so often in the past. But I had not reckoned on Estelle's imagination. When I turned my head away, she grasped my nostrils, closing off my air until I had to open my mouth. Her clit was there to squoosh into my parted lips and I knew that there was no fighting this madwoman in the helpless position that I was in.
I licked out and caught her little nub between my lips and she finally let go of my nose. "Eat it good for sister," she said. "You can do better than that. Hell, even Ginger licked it deeper. Come on, my darling, sink that goddamn tongue up there as far as it will go. Umm. Better. Much better." Estelle squatted farther down over my face, almost closing off my air with her juicy pubes, but I bent my head back as far as it would go and kept from suffocating.
"Enough for now," I heard her say as she lifted her snatch from my face and scooted down over my torso and turned around. I was still cold as a witch's ass in the crotch, but Estelle's hot mouth suddenly closed over the head of my cock and I could feel warmth return and even a slight surge of stiffening. Estelle knew her talents well and as her tongue and lips worked on my cock I rose t i the occasion, feeling some wondrous new sensation of fire and ice rip through my body. Her warm- fingers wiped away the remaining bits of crushed ice and fondled my testicles as her mouth. encircled the knob of my prick, my swollen an well heated prick. I bounced my ass against the mattress and drove my cock deeper into her mouth and she responded by lowering her head more and more rapidly, sucking, draining with a her might all the juices that had been pent up in me. I felt my orgasm gather, and just as I knew I was going to come, she pulled away, turned around again and lowered her steamy crotch over my cock. Her wet crevice's heat seared into me until I thought I couldn't stand it, but I did and I met her every thrust with a thrust of my own. I don't know how I continued but I did until she gave a deep-throated cry and fell across my body, hips churning and fingernails digging into my shoulders. I shot my load into her cunt and felt her vaginal walls close around my cock to milk out each drop.
She remained on top of me for several minutes before letting my softened penis slip from her grasp. Then she stood up, letting some of my own juices drip over my abdomen as she did. I couldn't feel anything however, except that after-glow of afterlove. My eyes were closed and I was breathing deeply.
"That was the very best, darling brother," she cooed as she leaned over my face. "I'll always remember this final fuck from you, dearest. And I've decided that you won't have to sign anything after all. I hate to do it, but you and Ginger are going to have an accident. Yes, an accident just like the one that took father and that bitch from us.
"What the hell do you mean?"
Estelle laughed. "Didn't little Ginger tell you? I thought that there were no secrets between you two. But then I guess that she didn't really know, either. About the letter from her mother that I took from her room on the day of the accident."
"What letter?"
"A suicide letter," Estelle said, smiling down at me. "A suicide-murder letter. I have it in my' room. Shall I get it for you? But of course. I'm sure that both you and Ginger would like to read it before I decide what to do with you.
"Alice, get dressed and get the letter in my top desk drawer, the one from Mrs. Parker that I showed you before."
Alice got up from the floor where she and Jack had been stretched out resting from their activities. She dressed quickly, followed by Jack, who also took Estelle's order to Alice as applying to him.
Estelle held the letter in front of my face so that I could read it. It looked genuine, although I'm no expert on handwriting. I just knew that it was unfamiliar.
"Ginger," it began. "I know that Ted cannot keep away from you. And I cannot live with the knowledge that my own daughter is my husband's mistress. Estelle, for her own reasons, has seen fit to show me the blindnesses that I have put between myself and my suspicions. She has pictures of you and Ted. It was pretty obvious. When we go to town today there will be an accident. I hope you can live with yourself after knowing that I know."
It was signed "Mother."
"I don't believe it," I said. "You've been doing lot of nonsense lately, Estelle. This is too much. I don't believe it's real."
"But it is, Kevin. And I did tell the bitch about that little cunt and father."
I turned away from Estelle, hardly believing what I had just read, yet doubting my own doubt
"She knows," Estelle said and I turned to see my sister walk over to the grunting Ginger and pull the vibrator from her ass. Ginger heaved a sigh of relief, but I could see her body still shaking from the physical torment that she had been going through. When she had calmed down enough, Estelle showed her the letter and Ginger screamed. I thought that my ears would burst from the mournful, frustrated shriek that came from Ginger's hps, a lost soul cry that carried in its tone more pain than even the cries she made when Estelle had beaten her.
I remember only the blood-curdling scream and over it the fiendish laughing of Estelle before I passed out. I had somehow managed to break one of the straps and was freeing myself when Jack slugged me. When I awoke, I was in my room with a throbbing headache. But I was all right. I could move my hands arid legs freely and I was alone. I got up, but dizziness swept over me and I lay down again.
Sometime later, old Myer came in and gave me a very solicitous greeting. I tried to talk, but he shushed me.
"You've had a terrible concussion, young man," he said. "And we thought you were going to die, but you'll be quite fit in a few days."
"But how?"
"Don't talk now," he said. "I'll tell you about it when you're back on your feet." Then he left me to a nurse who had followed him into my room. She took my pulse and gave me a shot in the ass. I was too weak to protest and welcomed the black sleep that came over me.
I felt better upon wakening and when I got out of bed, the room didn't dance crazily away from me. I even managed to shave myself and take a shower before the nurse came in and told me to. return to bed. I was just wobbly enough after my toilet to do as she said. She nodded and left when I asked her to get Myer for me, returning with the attorney a few minutes later.
"Strange situation and could have been tragic," he said, sitting on a chair he had pulled up next to my bed. "It could have been quite ruinous for the Parker interests, but I've managed to keep it from the papers. Incest. Murder. Suicide. Terrible. Terrible."
I could hardly look at him.
"But you, my dear boy, apparently knew nothing about any of it. And when Ginger came to me with that crazy story, I almost believed that Estelle had killed her father and stepmother. But I'm a suspicious old coot. So I decided to pay an unexpected visit here. Well, I guess I'm your rescuer. I heard the screaming and called the state police. They were here in a few minutes, alerted, you might say, by me earlier. We found you unconscious. I'm afraid that your sister is quite mad, in fact, both your sister and your step-sister. The maid and the chauffeur have been sent away Not to jail, mind you. That would have started them telling strange tales. I took care of them quite handsomely, especially when they cooperated with me about signing confessions and all that."
"Estelle and Ginger?" I asked.
"Both under the care of a very fine sanitorium It will take time, but they'll be well taken care of through your good graces, of course. Nothing but the best for your dear sister and step-sister, lad."
I nodded but I was afraid to ask where the girls were. I guess that I really didn't want to know any more about it than I already knew.
"Oh, by the way," I finally said, "there was a letter and some pictures and some tape recordings. Did you get rid of that stuff?"
Myer smiled. "Kevin, dear lad, I took care of all of that. There's nothing in the world you have to worry about. Now, if you're feeling up to it would you just sign these papers. Here, right there. Oh, you don't have to read them if you don't want to. It's a full partnership agreement I've drawn up, partner."
"You're crazy," I said, pushing the paper away and getting out of bed.
"Kevin, my boy, I'm getting old and I'll die soon. But before I do, I want to be one of those powerful figures that your father was. I told you I took care of all that incriminating evidence. Well, I did, but I can release it when I . . ."
I got the message. I signed the papers after having read them very carefully. Now I have a full partner in Parker Industries. He's old. He's not bad at all, and I feel confident about the future. You see, I've introduced him to the sweetest young fourteen-year-old one could imagine. I guess he really wants to be like my father after all.
